And It’s Getting Even Colder


But before we get to that, the good news.  Next week I start therapy on my shoulder!  I’m doing a happy dance in my brain, since my legs still don’t work all that well, and yes, I know it will hurt, but that will be a good kind of hurt.  I’ll be back in the kitchen, cooking again in two months.  My personal resolution.  Maybe a bit premature, but I’ll do it!!!!

family-268 These are my two great grandsons, Eli and Camden.  And they are standing out in the snow, the only photo I have in my library that has snow in it.  We have some snow in the forecast, but I received an email from my Citizens Emergency Relief Team (CERT) trainer today that we are going to have a horrible, humongous cold wave starting next week, with the temps dipping below zero.  So if you are in the Owensboro, KY area, be prepared.  Dress in layers, have emergency equipment on hand, both at home and in your car if you have to get out.  If you don’t have to get out, Please STAY AT HOME, and bundle up.  Have an ample supply of finger foods on hand in case of power outage, don’t turn your heat up too high so you can conserve electricity, dress in layers, and please take care of your pets.  They get cold too.  There is no word about ice or snow, just the extreme cold, and I know a lot of you live in colder areas, but darn it, this is supposed to be the South.  Upper south, but still….

Now for the personal train wrecks.  Believe me, as long as I’m breathing, there will be train wrecks.  I got this really nice cushion for my power chair, since my bum is getting a bit sore from sitting all the time, and today managed to spill my Dr. Pepper on it.  And on my phone, which was on the cushion next to the Dr. Pepper.  A new twist on sticky keys I think.  So, to keep from getting the seat of my jeans wet (I hope) I have a thick towel covering the cushion.  Also, a large wet spot on the leg of my jeans.  If there’s a way to destroy it, I’ll find it.

I’ve managed to drag a second quilt off my bed by getting it caught in my chair.  This takes a special talent.  And yesterday I pulled a panel off the door of the elevator.  Well, I never claimed to be a good driver.  And besides, the door shouldn’t have tried to close on me so fast.  It got me to my floor though, and for the first time in months it didn’t make that horrible sound when the door opened.  Guess I showed it who’s boss, huh?

family-521 Astroid kissing Noah Amy Just decided to show a few of my favorite photos before I sign off.  On the left are Laurie, Anika, Andrew and Ethan, In the middle is Noah with his Grand Champion steer Asteroid, and on the right is my beautiful niece Amy, wearing a necklace I made for her.  We raise beautiful kids in my family.

A.

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Happy (?) New Year


Here’s hoping this year will be so much better than last one.  At least the last month of last one.  I really want to get back in my kitchen and cook something.  I know I can’t smell anything, but still I can remember the smells of the things I usually cook, and really miss that pot of beans and the Mexican cornbread that always go with it.  Mmmm, what more can a person ask for than beans and cornbread on a cold, winter day?

I have a new award, sorta.  Since a picture is worth a thousand words, here it is. doncharisma-org-not-on-freshly-pressed-award-4-300x300 doncharisma-org-not-on-freshly-pressed-award-3-300x300I haven’t decided which one to put in my gallery yet, but I think it will be the one with the picture of the presenter, Don Charisma.  Of course, the other one shows up better, but I’ll decide before my next post.  Don is really a great guy, currently living in Thailand, who is now doing great things with stitching photos together to make up really large, breathtaking scenery.  He’s funny, intelligent, and altogether a great guy who created my angel logo for me.  My knight in mostly shining armor.  You really should check out his blog, http://doncharisma.org.  At least I think that’s it.  If not, so sorry Don.  Sinus headache, remember?

Since I can’t go shopping at this time, I have started online shopping at Amazon.  I think I went a bit overboard on a few things there, but since you don’t actually see the product, just a description, you don’t know until it arrives. 004 Just a few days ago I got a call from the office telling me I had a large package downstairs.  Large?  It was about the size of a coffin.  It is still taking up half my living room.  As you can see, I ordered paper towels, also 007 well, that’s more like a photo of the box with the towels at the top.  So, here’s another one.005 A dozen packages of paper plates, and a huge bag of paper bowls.  Since I can’t wash dishes at the moment, I use a lot of paper products.  And last, 006 a dozen boxes of Kleenex, although I only pulled one out because I only needed one opened at the time.  Fortunately there was no shipping fee, since the order was more than $50.  The trash bags and Windex are still to come, and naturally they are the items I needed the most.  Except for the Kleenex, since I somehow caught a head cold without ever leaving the building.  How?  Your guess is as good as mine.  I think if there is half of an allergen floating around the hemisphere it makes it to my nose and takes up residence there.

I’ve pretty much slept thru the past few days.  It’s just too comfortable under the covers to move lately, and I have a lot of lost sleep to make up.  Throw a couple of pain pills a day into the mix, and I’m snoring like, well, a lumberjack?  Or maybe more like Max did.  For such a tiny dog he could beat my dad when it came to snoring.

Well, back to the sinus meds.  Doctor appointment on Friday for results of CAT scan.  To tell the truth, I’m not sure I really want to know.

A.

I Found It


Scan-4YES!!!!  This is the scanned picture Anika drew of Max!  I’m so excited and so up in the air about this.  Isn’t that girl an undiscovered talented artist?  And gorgeous to boot.family-355 That’s Anika on the left of an Andrew sandwich, with Laurie, Anika’s twin brother, and Ethan in the back.  They are all a couple of years older now, but really a group of good looking kids.  Now I’m wondering which one is going to the UK vs Louisville game with their dad tonight.

Bill HAS to attend the games, because of his job at UK.  Doesn’t that make you want to cry him a river?  My older brother, Tony, used to have to do that job, and after a few years of it I think he got tired of going, but Bill takes one of the kids with him each time he has to go to a game.  We asked him Thursday which one was going with him today and he didn’t really answer.  Just said whoever was the best for the rest of the week.  Don and Mike both started grinning and told him he would have to pretend they were his kids for one of two of the games then, because they were always better than the kids.  I could add a comment or ten on that subject here, but I’ll save that for future blackmail material.  Ummm, I mean for another post.

Bill and Ethan at Final Four, 2012 This is Bill and Ethan last year at the Final Four in New Orleans, where UK won the championship.  I don’t really follow any sport, but I will admit my blood runs UK blue.  I also have several UK shirts.  All for survival of course.  One brother, two kids, a granddaughter, a grandson, all either still in, working for, or in some way screaming GO CATS, so I would be found guilty of high treason if I didn’t at least support the game.  We’re talking basketball here folks, not football.  I don’t think anyone in the extended family would argue that they are not good at football.

I really wish I had remembered to take my camera with me to my party, because Ethan now has a bush growing on his face.  It almost matches his Uncle Mike’s bushy face, except Mike is beginning to (gulp) get a bit gray.  And he’s my baby.  And only 11 1/4 years old, due to his birthday being on Feb. 29.  That wouldn’t be so bad except that he acts like an 11 year old kid.  Janette and I decided on duct tape instead of a plaster cast for him, and we decided to duct tape Noah to him after some of the shenanigans on Thursday.  I think duct tape across Mike’s face would be even better, because when he pulls it off, we might get to see what he looks like for the first time in years.

I’m not sure what this post is supposed to be about tonight.  I was just really so thrilled to find my scanned photos, that now I know where to look for more of them when I scan them in, and WordPress started to crunch the photo but changed it’s mind and let it in.  Must be my lucky day.

I also found someone willing to go to the grocery for me today, so I now have some frozen TV dinners, which are a welcome switch from the soups I’ve been eating.  The first one I ate even had some beautiful, green peas that stayed crunchy when they were warmed up.  What more could I ask for.  The pain level is dropping, so my shoulder is probably healing on it’s own, I ate some crunchy peas, visited with friends downstairs, got a few groceries….I even asked Steve to bring me a couple of the microwavable potatoes so I can have baked potatoes with sour cream and shredded cheese on them.  Didn’t think about getting some broccoli to put on top, but then I don’t think I could hold the knife yet.  But, ya never know.

A.

What A Week


And it ain’t over yet.  But after fighting with my computer, the internet, WordPress, and my shoulder for several days, I finally was able to get back on my blog.  I have had to reset my password about 25 times this week, and right now I’m not very sure which one finally worked, but Firefox has something on it that remembers passwords for me, so hopefully it will remember the one that finally opened the blog back up.  Or maybe I should say, opened the dashboard up so I could start posting again.

Rose in December Decided to show my rose in December photo again, because today my kids were here for our Christmas/birthday celebration, and Gina had my cake decorated to look like a large rose.  Of course it was my angel’s food cake, but this time the “frosting” was a whipped cream, marshmallow mix, and I’m not sure who decorated it, but it looked just like a beautiful red rose.  I really hated to see it cut, and really, really wanted to just bring it up to the apartment and preserve it forever, but the grand-kids over-ruled me on that one.  And if you believe that, I have a big blue bridge across the Ohio River that I’ll sell you.  A real bargain price too.  Unfortunately, I forgot to take my camera down with me, so I’m waiting for one of them to post some photos on Facebook that I can save to my computer and maybe download to the blog later.

My day started with a surprise visit from a friend from long ago, bringing me some fresh fruit.  A very welcome gift at this moment when I can’t go out to the grocery, and have to order things without seeing them first.  I really like to look over my fresh fruit before I buy it, but haven’t been able to get over there since the shoulder injury.  And I still don’t know if surgery will be required or not, but since the doctor wants me back in his office to deliver the news I don’t think it is going to be really good news when I hear it.  Well, I’ve lived all these years with MS, so I guess I can make it a few more years with a sore shoulder.

My computer is making some really weird noises at me right now.  There are days I would like to drop kick it down the hall, but then I regain my remaining brain cells and think about broken toes, and the fact that I don’t have any combat boots or steel toed shoes any more, and just shut it down for the night.  Or I can stick my tongue out at it and make silly faces, just to show it I won’t let it tell me what to do.  Of course that just ends up in another fight with it, and I’m not all that techy, so it usually wins that battle.  One of these days though, I’ll really show it who is boss around here.  It is, of course, but as long as I don’t say that out loud it will never know that because I happen to know computers are only as smart as the person using them.  That makes mine a real dummy.

Well, I think I should rest this shoulder a bit more.  Also have another blog to write, acknowledging Mark Bialczak and thanking him for awarding me my second Blog of the Year award.  I do hope I spelled his name correctly.  Right now I’m not sure I can spell mine.  Anyway, Mark is a great guy, with a great blog, and I thank him very much.

A.

Changing Seasons Overnight


Wow, we sure had a hectic night last night.  After falling asleep about five minutes into the movie I wanted to watch Friday night, I was awake all of last night hearing the wind, hail hitting my windows so hard I was afraid they would implode, tornado sirens going off, and more and more wind.  The electricity kept going off and on all night, so I couldn’t get on the computer, or maybe I should say, I couldn’t stay on the computer.  I just stayed in my recliner, feeling the pain level in my shoulder building up as the barometric pressure changed, and read “Takedown Twenty” on my Nook.

The last time I was at K-Mart I found some neat little thingys that I can plug in to my charger and when the electricity goes off and the battery is low on the cell phone or the Nook I can plug it into the thingy and recharge it.  I keep one by my recliner and one in my purse for when I’m in a waiting room and need a recharge.  I had wondered why they didn’t make them for a long time, since they are perfect for power outages as well as times when you are sitting in a waiting room trying to read, or talking on your cell phone and the battery goes down.  Someone, somewhere read my mind and invented it.  I wonder if they owe me some royalties for thinking about them?

Squirrley A blogger friend did a post about squirrels today, or maybe it was yesterday, and I came across this photo and thought about her.  Tales Along The Way by Annetbell is a really great blog.  Check it out some time.  She really has some great things to say.  Like something I didn’t know before, that she told me today — the pine cones Anika and I decorated are a symbol of seasonal blessings, along with the Christmas trees from Luther’s Germany.  Since I am half German (my dad) and Anika is Romanian, which is close to Germany — I think, that just seems to make it all better.

2 squirrley Speaking of squirrels, I found this little treasure on FB some time ago and just HAD to save it.  I keep wondering why it makes me think of one particular brother.  And one particular son?  And grandson?  Must be genetic.  I’m glad that particular gene missed me 🙂

It’s getting a bit painful using my hand right now, so I think I’ll cut this one short.  Lucked out this time, didn’t you?  Think I’m going to order a pizza right now.

A.

 

A Whole New Night


100_2564 I held my camera today, and took a few pics of my “decorations”.  I don’t remember where I got this little manger scene, but it stays on the entertainment center year round.  I saw a really pretty, larger one in the gift shop at the hospital today when I went for my CAT scan, and came very close to getting it, but in the end my sanity returned, and I remembered my limited storage space.  So this little one will stay put as long as I do.  And it is surrounded by some of the pine cones Anika and I decorated.

100_2563 100_2565 More of my little mini Christmas trees, with photos and other items behind them, because they were supposed to be used to decorate a tree, not an entertainment center.  Therefore, I didn’t remove any of the other things that were on top of the “mantle”.  When Harriet came to do my laundry for me, I let her choose one as a Christmas gift, since it is now plain to me that I won’t be going out, and the things I ordered online were not ordered in time to arrive by Christmas this year.  Next year is taken care of though.  Boy, howdy, how’s that for early shopping?

100_2567 I decided to take a few photos of my crops while I was at it.  This is the mint plant that Laurie pulled up for me and stuck in a pot last September or October.  I moved it over to the stove, under the light, when the chilly winds started blowing last month.  I think it could use a larger pot now, but that can wait another month or so if necessary.

100_2569 The sweet potato I stuck in a jar has started putting out leaves and has what seems like millions of roots down in the jar of water.  I would like to pot that also, but the potato has swollen so much I can’t get it out of the jar, unless, of course, I break the jar.  That won’t happen — I hope, because as usual I’m still barefoot.  Don’t even have a sock on my right foot because of swollen toe.  Don’t know why it’s swollen, but it’s red and it hurts, and my feet are usually dead, so something is going on there that I probably don’t really want to know about.  I just wonder how tall those leaves will grow.  That brown stuff behind there is a loaf of sourdough bread I got out of the freezer to go with my burgoo.  Tastes just as fresh as the day it was baked.

100_2568 Now my aloe plant that definitely needs a larger pot.  It was so tiny when I got it, and most plants commit suicide on the way home when I buy them so they won’t die a slow, painful death at my hands after we get home.  My luck seems to have changed in that area.  I haven’t murdered a single plant all year.  If it holds until summer I’m going to try raising some container tomatoes, peppers and garlic.  Maybe even onions.  And potatoes?  That will require some thought between now and then.  Wonder about a watermelon?  When I got tired of eating them last summer I pureed some and froze them into cubes for flavored water.  That will be a great way to treat my extra cucumbers and other veggies next summer.  Not all of them, of course.  Can’t imagine squash or okra flavored water, but lemon, lime, orange, cuke, the list is endless.

100_2570 100_2571 Took a couple of pics of my afghan in progress while I was at it.  I wish I had decided on the purple as the only contrast color, and left out the sage and blue, but since it is just to keep me warm I can live with it.  And I started this one 100_2572 when the first one became too heavy to work on.  This is called a corner to corner afghan, and will have a peacock solid between the patterned rows.  To make it easier to work with I’m using up one skein of each at a time.  Finished a row of it today, only have about 10,000 rows to go.  Maybe exaggerating a little bit there, but from the tiny baby scarf bit I have finished right now, it sure seems that way.

Starting to get numb now.  No news from the doc, but then, I didn’t realize my phone was unplugged until just about an hour ago, so I guess I’ll find out on Monday.

A.

Good And Bad News Day


Had my follow-up to the follow-up appointment with the surgeon today.  X-ray first.  My left arm is an inch shorter than it should be, so there is probably some bone pieces floating around in the shoulder area.  Have to go for a CAT scan Monday to see where they are, and if they are in a dangerous place will definitely need surgery.  Actually, doc told me today that if I was younger he would recommend surgery immediately, but if the broken off parts are not in places where they could inflict mortal danger, everything will be left to continue healing by itself.  I don’t have to keep the arm immobilized all the time any more now, and it feels good to let it hang down by my side, and to move it around a bit.

Good news is that I’m using both hands to type this.  I was afraid I would forget how if I had to keep on with the hunt and peck method.  Feels really good to be able to type faster again instead of taking ten minutes to look for the letters to type one word.

daviess-co-ky.jpg Blue skies shining on me, nothing but blue skies do I see.  At least today.  Rain is supposed to start tomorrow, and last for the weekend.  Whee!!!  At least it won’t be that nasty four letter word that begins with sn and ends with ow.  Pretty enough coming down, but so ugly after an hour or so of being driven on and walked on.  I think even my aunt is no longer loving it, and she is the one we always blamed when it snowed because she was the one who thought it was so pretty.  Nothing pretty about rain, but at least it doesn’t stick to the sidewalks.  Chee, what difference does it make?  I’m not going anyplace.  At least I don’t plan to go anyplace.  Could be surprised, but not likely.

My new mode of transportation these days is the GRITS bus.  Can’t remember exactly what the letters stand for, but they pick me up at the door of the building and take me to the door of wherever I’m going, then pick me up again when I’m ready to come home — if I’m lucky.  Had a long wait today, but I have a feeling that will be better after winter is over.  The drivers are all retired people, making a little bit of extra money to supplement their Social Security, and all extremely polite and friendly.  All in all a great way to travel.

Wish I could have taken a few photos last night.  Haven’t been to the grocery lately, but managed to get my chair hooked on the bedspread and dragged it halfway to the living room, snagging a few other things along the way.  That was almost as much fun as dragging the watermelon bin at Krogers.  Trouble is, no one here to laugh with me.  Ah, well, at least I’m back to my old tricks, and starting out with some new ones.

Cat and camera Hummm, wonder if I could find a kitty that could follow me around and take photos for me?  This little guy looks pretty competent.  He also looks like he might outgrow that camera in a few years too.  Going to try to take some photos of the pine cones Anika and I decorated in a couple of days.  have to see if one arm will hold the camera steady enough to get a good pic first.  They will be subbing as my Christmas tree this year, because I can’t get the tree out of the closet and set it up.  I know I could get help from friends, but hate to take advantage of them.  Already having to ask them to heat my meals up so I won’t be wearing them in my lap (OUCH) instead of getting them to my mouth.  I keep remembering my spaghetti squash disaster, and how it looked in my shoe and on the carpet.  Yeck

Until later.

A.!

How Can It Be Friday Already?


doncharisma-org-angies-place1 Since nothing seems to be working well these days, and I love this logo created for me by Don Charisma, I’m sticking it in here first thing.  My connection with Facebook seems to be broken, and even though I keep trying to refresh it I’m not having a lot of luck there, but hopefully persistence will pay off.  Don has also awarded me my second Versatile Blogger award, and tomorrow’s blog will be the one fulfilling the all the instructions for that one.  Big gulp there, and my extreme gratitude to Don for the award.blogger awardA bit different from the first one versatile-blogger-award and I still have to learn how to embed them on my site permanently, but not being quite geeky enough I may have to wait until a brother, nephew or grandson visits to show me how.

In last night’s blog I tried unsuccessfully to put in a photo of the yarn I got for the contrasting colors in my afghan.  Since I seem to be on a roll here, I’ll try again, first with the original yarn, and then the contrasting colors.  Fingers crossed here, and a few toes also. 100_2528 Original, 100_2541 and contrasting colors.  The green didn’t show up very well, and the variegated in that bag is for a pair of socks I am determined to learn to knit.

When Gina was young she wanted to learn to knit, so I gave her a couple of lessons before she lost interest.  Then the war broke out in Afghanistan and the little stinker started knitting socks, mufflers, and hats for the soldiers.  Not only that, but she also taught my granddaughter Anika to knit also.  I have never made a pair of socks in my life, but if they can do it, then I have to learn.  At least the one thing she never took up was playing the guitar.  She took about three lessons from me, complained about her sore fingers, and never touched it again.   I tried to tell her she had to build up some callosuses on her left fingers, but that idea almost brought on screaming fits from a teenager.  Imagine how horrible it would be to have callouses on your fingers when you are rubbing them down a boyfriend’s back.  Horrible!  (She usually told me a lot of things Mom’s just would rather not hear from their teenage daughters back then.)  Yet, it was better to know than to hear about an ugly surprise later.  Not that she ever shared any surprises like that with me, so she really did “save” herself for her wedding night.  Or at least was smart enough to avoid pregnancy.

Now how did I get from here to there?  Don’t ask me, because I never remember.  Or, to use my favorite Rayisn, I don’t remember if I forgot that or not.  My baby bro comes up with some good ones, mostly against me, since I usually make very innocent statements without stopping to think about what I’m saying and how he can twist them.  He does have a very twisted mind at times.

I have my dehydrator going again.  Collard greens this time.  I could have frozen them, but don’t have a lot of freezer space, so dehydrated food doesn’t take up much space.  I have a lot of other stuff that will be dehydrated before I put it all away for the winter.  I’ve decided to get another pumpkin, season and roast it, puree it, and make a pumpkin rollup for snacking.  And still have some apples and sweet potatoes to take care of from my Tuesday’s delivery.  While I’ll be glad when the deliveries begin again in spring, I think I’m glad to have some time off for a few months to catch up on other projects.  Like finishing my afghan, making the socks and hoping they actually look like socks, making Christmas cards, decorating the pine cones for ornaments, and probably a lot of other projects I just can’ remember right now.

Whew!  I feel a nap coming on, so I think I’m outta here for today.  Have a good one.

A.

Meatloaf and Collard Greens


Can ya believe it?  I didn’t take any photos.  But 100_2501 I did take a “before” one.  My weekly farm delivery.  And my first venture into the tasty world of collards.  With some kale thrown in to add a bit more to the pot.  I remember adding some tomato leather, onion, and a lot of spices, but really couldn’t tell you what they were.  Oh, yeah, a ham shank.  Stuck all of that in the crock pot.

Then I got my three pounds of ground beef out of the fridge and started on what turned out to be eight mini meat loaves.  Didn’t put enough seasoning in that, but I’ll have meatloaf sandwiches that I can doctor up for some time now.  Most of them will go in the freezer, but a couple will stay in the fridge for the sandwiches.  The collards had enough seasoning in them to make up for the lack of seasoning in the meatloaf, so it all turned out okay in the end.

After this first encounter with collards I think I can say with certainty that I’ll be cooking them again.  In case there’s a slight blight (that rhymes) in this post, I just developed a case of hiccups.  I think I’d rather sneeze.

I only have one tomato left.  They are the “real” tomatoes.  Oh, I remember, I put one of the jalepenos in with the collards.  Should have put one in the meatloaf.  I put in the membrane and seeds also, because I’m one hot mama when it comes to taste buds.  The green beans are still in the fridge, and I’ve been eating the sugar snap peas as a snack, just popping ’em in my mouth each time I pass the fridge.  Well, I take them out of the fridge first, of course.  Just grab a handful out of the bag and sit down and eat while I listen to the TV while I read a book.

Grandparents House Rules Had some visitors Thursday.  Gina and the three youngest kids were here for a visit, which included them bringing lunch from my favorite Chinese restaurant.  They were in the small car, so they brought carry out instead of my trying to squeeze in with my walker.  Anika drove all the way, and did a great job of it.  I can’t believe that cute little girl is now a beautiful teenager, and her twin brother, Laurie is now taller than I am.  Andrew is still the cute little clown, but he’s growing up too.  Ethan is a freshman at UK, so he didn’t make the trip, which is why Anika got to drive.  All of Laurie’s pretty blond curls are gone now.  His hair is as dark as Anika’s has always been, and he said Anika cut his hair so the curls don’t show.  He’s a heartbreaker, and has been since the first time I saw him after their trip home from Romania.

fall down Just thought I would insert a bit of Halloween humor here.  I do hate Halloween though.  I really hate this entire season, except for the beautiful colors on the trees.  It’s just that when I go into a store I have no way of knowing what holiday we are getting ready for.  Christmas decorations have been out since the beginning of September, no one thinks much about Thanksgiving beyond the turkey, and the Halloween stuff drives me out of my mind.  When did it start being a grown up holiday instead of just something for the kids?  The only thing I like about it is the corn candy.  And that’s available all year now, so what’s the big deal?  I do want a pumpkin, but only so I can can or freeze some for later, and make pumpkin bread, pumpkin soup, pumpkin pie and about a hundred other pumpkin recipes I have accumulated lately out of it.  It might take more than one pumpkin for all of that, but one would get me started.

I think tonight I’ll make some ketchup.  Still have half a bottle of bought stuff, but it just doesn’t taste as good as my mom’s homemade.  I put it, like most things, in the crock pot so I won’t have to stir it a lot.  Then tomorrow I will can it, and have my own ketchup for the winter.  And when it runs out I will make more.  That’s the beauty of knowing how to DIY.  I’m also going to make some fruit leathers, now that I can.  Just the happy homemaker back at work after a few weeks off to recoup.  Not to mention that the weather is more energizing now.

 

 

What Can I Say–It’s Monday


100_2400 I shouldn’t complain about Monday.  After all, I AM retired, and I slept in this morning, making up for Saturday night’s loss of sleep.  I really didn’t want to get up at all, but really needed some office supplies, and K-Mart is just a block away.  And then I had a check to cash, and the bank is just half a block in the other direction.  So, I crawled reluctantly out of my warm bed and shivered into some warm clothes.  Well, they warmed up after a few minutes.  Do you know how hard it is to first get in the shower when the apartment is almost arctic temp?  And then after a nice warm shower, to have to get out of in back into the attic temp and get dressed?  I briefly thought about digging out my long johns, but decided that might be overkill right now, but my heavy AmeriCorps sweatshirt was just what I needed at the moment.  Oh yeah, the picture above is of our fish pond–the little waterfall in the back–or maybe the front.  Guess it depends on whether you’re a fish in the pond or not.  100_2396 The fish all come running, or more likely, swimming when someone is close to the pond.  That herd mentality I wrote about a couple of weeks ago.  That’s when I took this photo.  I think most of the flowers are gone now, and the fishies are hibernating.  Or maybe I’m just the one hibernating.  I was so over heated for so many years that it’s a strange feeling to be cold natured again.  But after all those years of hot flashes, I think I prefer the cold.  You can always add more layers, but there’s a legal limit to how much you can take off.  Plus, I have my  own personal limit to how much I’m willing to show in public.

100_2498 I’ve had three servings of my Monterey spaghetti now and have finally figured out what the problem is.  It’s not that I had to substitute a different cheese.  I didn’t put enough in.  I realized it this afternoon when I was eating my lunner.  So, the solution to that will be to run another block of cheese thru the salad shooter, and just add a handful to each serving when I heat it up.  See, I still have at least one working brain cell.  And on a Monday at that.

remember all the ruffled scarves I was finger knitting all last summer? 100_2323 I think I deleted the photo of the scarves, but this is the bag of yarn.  The scarves mostly went to some of my favorite places for their fund-raising events, so I don’t have a huge over run of them any more.  Anika also took several of her favorites when she spent the night with me in September.  And then Andrew and Noah decided they each wanted one. 100_2443 Andrew is on the left with the blue scarf around his head and Noah is on the right lookin a bit embarrassed, but willing to go along with Andrew’s quirks.  They are both a couple of little nuts, but I think Noah has a lot going for him.  He raises calves to show at the Daviess Co. fair each summer, and has won several gold medals.  This year his steer and heifer each won gold medals and Grand Championship medals.  His goal is to have twenty head of cattle by the time he graduates high school.  That kid will carry on the Wink family farming tradition if he gets the chance.  Andrew will probably follow his dad into a Poly Sci type of profession.  With that kid, who really knows?  If they still had gambling boats sailing the Mississippi he might become a professional gambler.  We have all played different card games with him and as far as I know he’s never been beat.  He does love strange head-gear though.

Well, back to my scarves.  I’ve been using up the ends of the skeins of yarn lately, making itty bitty neck warmers.  They have a name for them, but for the life of me, I can’t think what it is right now.  I’ll remember in a couple of hours when I’m trying to sleep. but…100_2499 Hummm, kinda hard to see them on the quilt top, but they are actually nice and warm, and the short ones just fit around the neck and can be pinned closed with a decorative pin, or I could probably put a button on them and wear them that way.  Just thought about that one.  See?  I’m a night person.  Mornings just don’t suit me.  I think that’s why I worked second shift at the nursing home.  Unfortunately that was the only place I worked that had a second shift.

Just remembered something funny.  At least it’s funny now.  Wasn’t when it happened, but in retrospect, well….I had a neighbor in the adjoining apartment who was extremely lonely, but refused to go downstairs to meet anyone else.  I had to get up at five a.m. to get ready for work at the time, and one morning she knocked on my door about thirty seconds after I got out of the shower.  I know I should not have opened that door, but I did.  I had a dog then, a little guy named Max.  She came in with a hot dog for him, held it by one end, and he leaped up and grabbed it and swallowed the darn thing whole.  She gulped, I screamed, and Max just looked around to see if there was another one coming.  I don’t think that little guy ever chewed anything.  And I know he didn’t eat dog food unless there was no other option.  Well, both of them have passed away now, and while I miss Max, I can’t say the same for her.  I don’t know how many times I was late for work because she would come over as soon as I would get out of the shower and just stay and stay and stay, and I was just too polite to tell her to go away.

Most of the people on my floor are okay now.  We all do our own thing and if anyone needs help they ask and someone helps.  I cook and share, one of them has a car and will drive us if we need a lift.  One will run errands if we need anything.  One will do laundry for us when we need help with that.  We’re just like a small neighborhood up here in the sky.