While most of the world counts their week down to Friday night, PJP life means focusing on the finish line of Saturday afternoon. And after my week without Jeanne by my side, I felt like I rolled into this morning limping toward the finish line. Without question, a two-woman show being run by one woman is uh, well, trying. Here are my lessons from this week:
- Jeanne cleans weird stuff out of the sink approximately 192% more times than I do. I won't take it for granted any longer. (Although, I think finishing wet blueberries and wet peaches out of the drain with my hand-made me a stronger woman than I was this time last week.)
- It is entirely possible that I ran 187 loads of dishes through the dishwasher yesterday. We were really busy and I'm messy. There is no panic like the "we don't have any clean spatulas" panic.
- If I'm forced to make a pie with lattice on it before the sun comes up on Saturday morning, there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth. And sub-par lattice-work. And cursing. And maybe some crying.
- Jeanne and I will talk an average of eight times a day. Five of those conversations will be PJP related. The other three will be related to my kids, our dogs, Ikea, coffee, the weather, Robin Williams, people we know, people we don't know, the upcoming school year, football season, hair color, Netflix, shoes, purses, perfume, Sephora, Target, and/or all of the above.
- Jeanne is infinitely more creative than I am. It was all I could do to hold my head above water this week at PJP Buttonwood. If the situation were reversed and she were there, I bet she would have had double the amount of pie and enough Jelly Jar pies to accommodate everyone that walked through the door and asked about them.
- It is, in fact, possible to reach a point when you bake so much that you can't remember what you have baked previously. Or what you plan to bake next. You just know you are baking something.
- If there is a week of requests like "write birthday messages on my pie" or "do a combination of sugar and Splenda in my fruit pie" or "make all my pies with meringue on them", it will be the week Jeanne is gone.
- If you stand for approximately 60 hours on concrete floors, your back will feel just like you have stood on concrete for 60 hours...for the next five days.
- If you spill blackberry juice on your leg, forget, and then glance down and swear you are bleeding out and going to die before you remember the juice incident, you will feel ridiculous. Note: this never happens to Jeanne.
- Lifting a 50 pound bag of sugar and pouring into a container alone should qualify one for the Olympics. I'm not sure if "Sugar Hoisting" is a Summer or Winter sport, but when tryouts start, I'll be the one to watch.
So, Jeanne, if you are reading this...I MISSED YOU TERRIBLY. Please come back to PJP ASAP. Lattice work in the early morning makes you super happy. And we can cover 10 more conversation topics much faster in person.