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.


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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,  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.


Bountiful Tuesday

Today I got my next to last delivery from Cecil Farms for this year.  Such a bounty! 100_2515 More collard greens, which I have discovered I am in love with.  I just wish I had written down the recipe I used to make the first batch.  But I do remember starting out with a can of beer, so tonight when I start them in my crock pot, the first thing in, after the liner, will be a can of beer.  There are also apples, sweet potatoes, broccoli, cabbage and tomatoes in the group of goodies.  When supplemented with yesterday’s purchases at the grocery I’m all set for a few days of fun cooking and eating, not to mention making apple and pear butter, and then taking the waste parts of each of them and trying out a vinegar making experiment.

100_2516 Doesn’t this make a lovely bouquet?  Tomorrow I’ll start eating them.  I don’t have a ham hock, but I do have bacon and country ham, so I’ll use one of those with the collards for flavor.  I also have some ham flavored granules in the cabinet that I might add, just for the heck of it.  I know  I put an onion in the first batch, because I put onions in everything.  So I’ll be chopping an onion later tonight, and it won’t be real cooking without some garlic.  And several snips of my tomato leather.  Guess I’ll have to just make up the rest of it as I go along, and hope for the best.

100_2517 This is all the produce from today and yesterday, after I gave it a swim in the sink.  I took some huge outer leaves off the cabbage that I might try to stuff, but not really sure about that.  Might just do my unstuffed cabbage casserole again with that.  Or, I just might try making kraut.  I’m still debating that one, because of the limitations of this apartment.  It’s not much larger than my mom’s pantry, so any fumes from fermenting cabbage could do a number on everyone on the floor.  There will definitely be a chicken and broccoli casserole in the future, but for right now the broccoli will probably be frozen.  I got the green tomatoes at the grocery for frying, and the celery and bananas to eat with peanut butter.  Forgot to buy another jar of peanut butter, but it isn’t all that far to Krogers.

Have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning.  I must have made it in my sleep, because I hate morning appointments.  But Medicare took so long approving my new power chair that the time limit on the order for a new one ran out, so now I have to go back and see the doctor again for another mobility check, which means I will have to try to walk unassisted down a thirty foot hall.  Right now I can’t walk unassisted from my computer to my bed, which is about three feet away, so I do hope they will have someone there to break the fall so I won’t get another concussion.  They hurt, and I just don’t have time for that right now.  I have to clean out my fridge so I can find room for all the new stuff.

Irene came in to clean today, and I warned her about dropping the jar of pickled veggies a few days ago.  I had swept and mopped the floor, but she still found some glass I had missed and the floor was still sticky.  She mopped it again, but it’s still a bit sticky, so I guess it will be another episode like the one when I dropped the banana pudding.  No amount of mopping will ever get all the sticky feeling up.

anger managementBeen fighting with my computer again, so this looked like the perfect way to end this post.  Tomorrow I’ll be blogging about bread, the staff of life, and oh, so good with homemade butter.  ‘Specially while the bread is still hot and the butter melts into it and….just come back tomorrow and I’ll show you.  Unless, of course, I fall at the doc’s office and get another concussion.  Then I’ll just be nursing a major headache and saying some bad words.


CLEANUP: Electronics, Housewares, etc

Yep, I went shopping again today.  First to the grocery, where I forgot half the stuff I wanted because my list was next to my recliner at home.  I don’t know why I bother making lists.  They never seem to go with me when I leave the apartment.

Since the watermelon season is over, I kinda got my chair hooked on the display of pears.  That just wasn’t pretty at all, because they weren’t exactly in a bin like the watermelons.  I don’t know if anyone saw me speeding away from the scene of the train wreck or not, but I sure got out of there, and was innocently loading up on collards and celery when they came to clean up the mess of bruised pears.   Got stuck on the banana bin, but managed to get loose from that without any disasters,  Why do I always leave my camera at home when I go shopping?  I could get some really great photos of people getting out of my way, and the ones cleaning up after I’ve moved on.

At least I made sure to get three blocks of Monterey Jack cheese this time.   Looked for buckwheat flour, but they didn’t have it.  Had buckwheat pancake mix, but I didn’t want to make pancakes, I want to make some buckwheat fry bread.  Had to order the flour from Amazon, so it will be a week before I get it.

Got home and had to power up my chair again before heading out to K-Mart.  Needed a smaller pair of jeans, and a black ink cartridge.  After I got the ink cartridge I looked thru some old movies to see if any of them looked like something I would want.  Guess what got knocked over in electronics?  Uh-huh.  Kinda hard to maneuver around a bunch of DVD’s in a power chair, but I don’t think anything had incriminating tire marks on them.  One good thing about our K-Mart is that they are extremely understaffed.  I think a person coud die in there and not be found for weeks, because you can never find a salesperson when you need help for anything.

Always have to check out what’s on clearance in housewares there.  Found some knives, a garlic press, a fruit corer (for the pears and apples I’ll be getting tomorrow), some oven gloves to replace the ones I’ve burned holes in, kitchen shears.  I think that might be it.  Then had to sit in line for close to an hour because they only had two checkouts open.  Typical.  Got hung up in the magazine section, but since they didn’t have the craft ‘zines, I really didn’t care if I upset anything there.  Ooh, almost forgot the really cute hat I found.  And on sale, too.  Black and white tweed with a cute rosette on the side.  Around here they call me the “hat woman”.  As long as they can’t see the butcher job I do on my hair I’m golden with that name.

When I got everything put away I sat for a while, then started my nightly fight with the computer.  One of us has to go, and it won’t be me.Crazy woman Just substitute “computer” for “man” in that pic and you’ll just about have it.  It won’t be long until this piece of s*** and I will be sharing a couch in a therapists office.  And just maybe I’ll drop it somewhere along the way.  I like the monitor okay.  I even cleaned it a few days ago.  Actually I clean it more often than I clean my glasses, which probably is why I can’t see all that well most of the time.

I’ve completely lost my train of thought here, so it must be time for bed.  Yeah, the clock says 11:8 p.m. so it’s time to start winding down.  About half an hour of Solitaire should do it.  y’all have a good one, okay?


Random Musings

I’ve been fooling around with my computer again.  Now everything is in a different place, my usual Google web page is missing, replaced by Yahoo, I have three,  that’s right, three different virus protection products fighting each other to see which one can control the computer, and in case you haven’t read this before, I HATE THIS COMPUTER!!!!  And for some reason, I seem to have changed my background for my post.  I think.  Not really sure yet, but I guess I’ll find out when I hit “publish”. I should have taken that Mickey Mouse computer course I signed up for in college, instead of reading thru the textbook and dropping the class because I already knew how to turn on the computer.  After taking the first course I could have taken the second one and maybe have learned a few things I didn’t already know how to do.

I’ve found dozens of delicious looking recipes today, but ran out of printer ink, so can’t print them out.  Truth is, I would have to live another two hundred years to make them all, but collecting recipes is one of my hobbies.  Then I take the ones I am really interested in and tweak them a bit and come up with something, uh, interesting?   Most of the time it works, but when I don’t like it myself I can always stick it on a neighbor’s door  and then it will be their problem.  I guess that makes me a wuss of some kind, but there’s always the chance they will enjoy it.  A lot of them have told me I’m a pretty good cook.  And I guess most recipes are born thru experimentation.  If I keep telling myself that some day I might believe it.  Some, like the ketchup, I make over and over, because it’s part of who I am, and it’s a family heritage.

I’ve tried a lot of family recipes, since I have also mentioned that I’m from a family of great cooks.  In 2000 we had a Blandford family reunion, and my daughter decided to put together a family cookbook.  She contacted a member of each family and asked them to spread the word among their immediate family to send her their favorite recipes.Callie and me15 This is my daughter, Gina, taken a couple of years go.  When she was putting the recipe book together, she was also getting to know her twins, Anika and Laurie, who had just been brought home from Romania, and in the middle of moving from Richmond, VA to Frankfort, KY.  She is the ultimate Super Mom.  She not only got the book finished in time for the reunion, she had taken orders from family members and had the book printed and bound, and gave them out at her cost per book at the reunion.  And a lot of people who hadn’t ordered one saw the book and decided they would like to have one after all, so she took names and addresses, got more printed and sent them out when she got back to Frankfort.  It’s just too bad she decided to become vegetarian in college.  Can you believe she even gave up burgoo???  How can any respectable person from Daviess County give up burgoo? BBQ capitol of the world We are the barbecue capital of the world.  And we have the International Barbecue Festival every year to prove it.  And burgoo is ALWAYS featured there, although only two places make the really good kind.  Out of respect to all of the burgoo makers in the area, I won’t mention the Mount or St. Martins.

Don and Norita came to visit today, and I mentioned that I was thinking about piercing my nose and hanging a bucket under it.  Don thought it would be funny, but Norita said “please don’t”.  Guess I won’t, because it actually sounds painful, but it would kinda be trend setting.  Just think how many people I could influence with my new fashion style.  I could get little buckets in several colors to match all my shirts.

Gonna call Mike later to see if he can score some pears for me.  Don said the old pear tree on the farm is still producing and I’m hankering for some pear honey and pear vinegar. Need a bucket of apples too, but no apple trees out there.  And I don’t think I would trust Mikey to bring me persimmons.  His idea of fun would be to bring half-ripe ones that have the pucker power of a millions lemons at once.  And he would probably smuggle in a ‘possum or a raccoon to go with them.  Love the kid, but I don’t think he’ll ever really grow up when it comes to the practical jokes.  And every time he can get one over on mom…..

Well, let’s see what I’ve done with this page, and if I have to do anything to try to fix it.  Or maybe I should just stop trying to fix things.  Tried to fix my power chair by hammering a screwdriver into a spot on it.  Managed to smash my thumb.  Ms Fixit I’m not.  Most of the time.  I do know how to change a lightbulb if I can reach it though.


My Old Kentucky Home Goetz Style

Mom & Pop's houseLast night I showed you this picture of the Old Home Place, where my dad grew up.  I wish I had some photos of the old buildings, like the dairy barn, the cherry tree I loved so much, the little house at the end of the road that was occupied at one time by my Uncle Damien and Aunt Hilda and their family, and at another time by Uncle Ed and Aunt Lucille and their family.  They were all in and out of both houses so much that they just seemed to be interchangeable to me.

B0000418This is Mom Kleumper Goetz on her wedding day.  Since she was an accomplished seamstress, as well as being a school teacher, I am almost certain she made her dress herself.  Somewhere I have a photo of Mom and Pop together, but have been unable to download it to this site.  One of the many annoyances with my computer, but one I seem to have to live with, at least for now.  My cousins, Doris Goetz Clark and Bill Oberjohn have both sent me photos of the Goetz family, but again, a lot of them I have been unable to download.  Tonight I will try to retrieve them again, but possibly will have to wait for a geeky brother, nephew or grandson or granddaughter to come home and help.

B0000446 I love this photo of my Aunt Bertha Goetz Payne.  She was my dad’s oldest sister, and the christening gown, I am sure, was also made by Mom, and probably used for all of her seven babies.  She had five daughters and two sons, with my dad being the baby of the family.  He wasn’t interested in farm life, so left the farm as soon as possible after high school and got his first job as a bag boy at A & P grocery store.  I can remember him telling us the manager told all the new employees to eat all the candy they wanted when they started working there, because he knew that after a week or so they would all be sick of candy, and would never be tempted to steal it.  Dad said it worked well, and candy was never high on his list of favorite treats.

B0000165 This is a photo I treasure.  Aunt Bertha and Aunt Olivia.  Aunt Olivia, whose name I love, grew up to become Sister Mary Benedict, a sister of Providence at St. Mary Of The Woods Convent in Terre Haute, IN.  She had such a beautiful, peaceful face, with a perpetual smile on it, and was always making gifts for her nieces and nephews.  The girls all got Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy dolls, with hearts embroidered on them, and dressed in matching outfits.  I think my sister still has hers, after all these years.  But as the youngest in the family, Elaine didn’t have the brothers tearing her things up the way Sylvie and I did.  Just sayin’.

B0000445I think Aunt Hilda was next in line.  I’m not really sure though.  I do know, however, that she married my mom’s brother, Damien Blandford, and my mom married her brother, Bernard, so her kids and our family are double first cousins.  My mom tells a funny story about a time when we were all visiting my mom’s aunt at the Mount, and she gave Tony and Dan, our cousin, apples.  Mom had always sliced the apples Tony ate, while Dan was used to grabbing them off the tree in the orchard and biting in to them.  So Tony stood there turning it over and over in his hands while Dan started eating his.  After a few minutes, Dan apparently realized the problem, so he grabbed the apple out of Tony’s hand and took a bite, then handed it back.  Tony got the idea then and managed to finished it off okay.

Well, looks a lot like bedtime, so more tomorrow about my Old KY Home.


Apple Butter, Watermelon and DIY

Last night I started a huge batch of apple butter.  Mom used to make it for us and we loved it.  I canned 8 pints today.  Not a bad haul, but didn’t take pics of it.  Can’t remember where I put my camera.  It’s probably hiding in plain sight somewhere, as usual.  Tonight I’ll start another batch of watermelon syrup.

Burgoo overflowing the pot  There will be more burgoo for dinner tonight.  I could live on that, but experience tells me to ration it.  Sometimes experience sucks!  I’ll have someone get more for me at the Mount St. Joseph picnic.  Maybe 4 gallons this time.  I want my freezer full.  And my cousin MarkMark Blandford will snag a barbecue chicken for me at his family reunion later in August.  The famous Leo Blandford barbecue recipe.  That is definitely the best barbecue sauce known to man.  I’m glad they are carrying on the legacy.

I had a visit from my son Don I told him I’m getting a new power chair in a few weeks.  He asked what was wrong with the one I have.  Told him it broke.  He jumped up, pulled out his Swiss Army knife and went over to “fix” it.  After working on it for about half an hour, he told me Mike can fix it.  Mike can fix almost anything.  But Mike had already looked at the chair.  Couldn’t fix it.  People who work on the chairs can’t fix it.  Don still insists Mike can fix it.

I asked him exactly how Mike can fix the unfixable.Mike 2013 That’s Mike, the fixer.  Don told me Mike can load it up, take it out to his place, and weld it together.  Said that way it won’t move around any more.  Oooooooooo–kaaaaaaaay.  That’ll work.  A power chair, supposed to take me places, that won’t move any more.  It almost makes some kinda sense in a strange sorta way.

Also discovered this is National Sister’s Day, so…photo (1) Elaine.sistersa_Bristle_Thistle_Flower Now this is a Rocky Mountain bristle thistle that I have representing my sister Sylvia.  Sylvie hates having her picture taken and I promised her I wouldn’t put it on my blog, so I decided on the bristle thistle.  Don’t you just love that name?  Bristle thistle, bristle thistle, bristle thistle.  It’s one of those that is hard to say out loud three times in a row.  Since Syl lives in Colorado, about seventeen miles below Elaine, this just seems like such great payback for not letting me use her photo.  ‘Specially since she’s such a pretty lady.

Of course, I’m usually the one who does all the falling.  Not sure I would want either of them to pick me up though.  They would be laughing so hard they would drop me again.  And again. Etc, etc, etc.  Eventually that could hurt more than my pride.

goose I almost put this in for Syl, but decided it was a better way to close tonight’s post.  I have a watermelon to wash and peel.  Tonight I’ll start the watermelon syrup, tomorrow more watermelon pickles.  I luv those little picklly morsels.


Missions Almost Accomplished

100_2280  The peaches are taken care of, 100_2294 bread is baked, and the summer sausage is ready to be mixed well for the second day.  I have blueberries and raspberries to wash and dry before putting in the freezer for now.  Sound like I could be getting a little bit burnt out with the canning binge?  Me?  Nope.  Just need a few days off to recoup.  And still have some cherries to pit.  Hope I can remember the gloves this time.  Still have dark stains under my fingernails from the last time.

I have some beautiful tomatoes I want to take to mom.  Unfortunately neither of us drives any more.  And these are REAL tomatoes.  Not the cardboard version so many people raise now.  Beautiful, ripe, juicy.  She loves them so much, and I don’t know how to get them there.  MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!!  Mike can take me in the morning.

And even better, I just talked to Mike, and Noah won Grand Champion at the county fair for his steer and his heifer both.  He bought them from his grandpa, who was reluctant to sell them to him because they didn’t look like prize-winning animals, but Noah insisted he wanted them.  Now he has two more gold medals and two Grand Champion beasts.  Mike said he beat out some professional cattlemen who were showing their beasts at the fair, so that’s quite an accomplishment for a 12-year-old.Big Red sleeping on Noah-1 Okay, so this picture is of Noah with Big Red, his first gold medal winner.  It’s a few years old, but I don’t have any of the new grand champs, so this one will have to do for now.  This kid is going to be some real farmer when he grows up.

Do I sound like a proud grandma?  Well, I am.  I have nine grandkids, and I’m proud of every one of them.  They each have their own strong points, and their own personalities, and I love them all to death.  I think Noah is the only potential farmer in the bunch though.  It makes me happy that one of the nine loves the farm as much as his Papaw.

Meanwhile, back at the ran…um, I mean, the apartment, we’re having beautiful weather now.  I took a walk this afternoon after finishing the peach syrup.  Had some soup left over from a couple of days ago for lunch, then froze the rest.  I think I’ll chop the okra up, batter it and oven fry it tonight.  Maybe with some fish.  That sounds good to me.  And more watermelon pickles.  It makes me so sad to think of all the watermelon rinds I’ve thrown away over the years.  All this time I could have made pickles.

You know, they say when life hands you lemons you should make lemonade.  I have lemons.  But I think I’m going to pickle them.  Okay, lets slow down here.  Didn’t I just say I’m going to take some time off the canning thing?  Yep.  Just went back and read it.  But there are so many things I want to experiment with.  Now what to do.  Take time off, or experiment?  Hummmm.  That’s a big question.  I’ll just have to ponder a while.  I tried that once — pondering.  The results weren’t really good, but at least it was fun.  Remember that statue of the Thinker?  That’s how I look when I ponder.  Probably should start by looking the word up in the dictionary.  I’ve never really done that before, just always heard the word used.  It could have a whole ‘nother meaning.Angie1  Shhhh.  I’m pondering here.


Small Annoying Things

First of all it’s Wednesday.  For some reason I find that annoying.  Nothing special ever seems to happen on Wednesday.  Not even a thunderstorm today.  The first day this week without one, and it happened on Wednesday.  That should make me happy, right?  Nope!  It just annoys me.  Mainly because I could have gone out this morning to get my cabbage, and I forgot to go.

Another thing I forgot was to put rubber gloves on before pitting cherries.  Icky, sticky dark stains under my fingernails.  I’ll have to soak them forever in peroxide to get those stains out from under the nails.  And it didn’t happen on Monday or Tuesday.  It happened on Wednesday.

100_2333 See those apples?  I had them chopped up and cooking in the crock pot for juice.  The last time it was the most delicious juice I had ever tasted.  Today?  So sour I had to use sugar and honey both to sweeten it up.  I just let it reduce to a syrup after that.  Just suddenly lost my urge for apple juice.  Another small annoyance.

And both of my lovely Portobellos are gone.  Such wonderful substitutes for beef in making burgers.  The cherries are in the freezer, and tonight I’ll work on the peaches.  And the second try making summer sausage.  I am determined to make some that looks as good as the rolls my mom made.  Today might be the wrong day to start these, since everything I’ve done so far has just annoyed me, but since it has to be done, and I’m already annoyed, I might as well go ahead with it.

I also tripped over my walker.  Now how annoying is that?  I was behind it for pete’s sake, and still managed to trip over it.  No one can ever accuse me of not having a special kind of talent.  I mean, shucky dern, how can you be hanging on to the handles, and still trip on the wheels?  Specialized talent.

Chicken & egg I found this picture on Facebook, and just wondered if anyone can guess the answer.  It’s one of those annoying questions people ask all the time.  Personally, I would think that God created the animals, so the chicken came first.  Just sayin’.

This will be a short post, because 1) I’m annoyed.  2) I have to go and get up to my elbows in ground beef.  And 3) I have peaches to deal with.  Now I’m suddenly not annoyed any more, because I just thought about that sweet little boy helping me fill my bag with peaches Monday.  So now I’m smiling and happy.  And really looking forward to taking care of those peaches.  Sweet.