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.

Personal Train Wrecks


barbeque grill Okay, so this isn’t really a train wreck — it’s an unusual barbecue pit, but this past week, while posting about my family I’ve experienced some train wrecks along the way.  A few spectacular falls, switching from my ATT cell phone to a pay-by-the minute phone that no one seems to know the number, even though I emailed it to the family, my computer refusing to accept WordPress (that will change tomorrow) and assorted other things I will tell you about.

I really don’t know where to start.  I guess first is that I have lived in this building for 11 years now, and have never turned the heat on.  I usually get the heat from all of the people below me who turn their thermostats up to 5000 degrees, and of course, heat rises, so that means I have to turn on my fan, open the windows (which requires liberally spraying them with WD40) and wearing summer clothing all winter.  This year, however, I don’t think anyone has turned their heat on, because I’m freezing.  I may have to break my 11 year tradition by turning the heat on.  You know, that actually hurts my feelings.  How can all those people do that to me?

And of course, the weather doesn’t help a bit.  Cloudy, windy, rainy.  It’s getting in my bones.  I think it’s in bones I didn’t know existed until this year.  And I’m pretty sure I have more joints than ever before too, because they are all achy breaky heart like.

So, one of the ways I’ve tried to combat the weather is by making soup.  Lots of soup.  First was some pumpkin carrot soup.  Gina was supposed to email a recipe for it, but she didn’t send it in time, so I sorta made up my own.  I wish I had remembered to take some photos of my pumpkin cutting routine, but I had pumpkin guts all over myself, and didn’t want to take time out to clean my hands for the camera.  Anyway, I found the pumpkins kinda hard to cut in to.  So, with my knife stuck in the first one, and me unable to pull it out or get it thru, I pulled out my trusty rubber mallet and hammered away at the knife.  Success!  I got the seeds out, then opened the second pumpkin the same way.  Stuck them both on parchment paper lined cookie sheet and roasted them in the oven.  Let ’em cool enough to work with and scooped out the flesh and stuck it in the crock pot with the carrots, some stock, milk, spices, put the top on and let it cook on low all night.  Pulled some out of the pot in the morning, after mashing the carrots up a bit, and it was really delicious.  Had a couple of meals of it, then froze the rest, so I could make more soup.

100_2559 Guess you can figure out my next soup project.  Potato, sausage and kale.  That was probably the biggest spud I’ve ever seen.  The blue thingy is my ceramic chef’s knife stuck in the potato.  I was afraid of trying the mallet on that, because I didn’t want to break it.  So, I just had to see-saw the knife until it went thru the spud.  It only took a couple of these to fill up the crock pot, along with the sausage, onions, stock and whatever else I put in it.  I waited until morning to add the kale, because I just wanted it wilted.  I’m still eating this.  I did freeze some of it, but I have one serving left for tonight.

Of course none of this happened without some wounding along the way. 100_2562 I sorta chopped my finger while I was chopping the onion.  It didn’t start bleeding right away, and I just sat there staring at it for a couple of minutes, just not believing it happened.  So I had to stop and do some first aid halfway thru the soup making process, then put on a rubber glove.  Recovered completely now.  Can’t even remember which finger it was.

A.

Another Train Wrecked Day


100_2544 It all started when I made the huge mistake of getting out of my recliner.   I have

I mean, I had some shelves next to my recliner where I kept a lot of things I work on at different times.  Also there were my Nooks (I have two of them) some candy bars, fudge, a pile of recipes that I plan to put in notebooks, yarn, just everything I need at my side for when I want to use it.  So back to getting up.  My body got up but my brain decided it didn’t want to, so suddenly I found myself on my butt, wedged between the shelves and the recliner with the trash can cradled in my lap.  Don’t even ask.  I have no idea how it happened, but as soon as I realized what anyone would see if they walked in at that moment, I started laughing.  I mean, really, how did I manage to get the trash can in my lap?  I absolutely don’t know, but it just struck me as so funny that all I could do was laugh.  I tried about three times to get back up, and each time ended up falling again.  I finally realized I would have to stop laughing so hard and focus on grabbing hold of the chair to get back in it.  Mission finally accomplished, but when I sat down in the recliner I still had the trash can cuddled in my lap.  So…more laughter.  If anyone had walked in at that point I would probably be off to the funny farm now.

100_2542 Finally got up and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.  Managed to knock this stuff off the counter while trying to get a fork out of the drawer.  Now someone just tell me that doesn’t take a special kind of talent.

100_2548 After all the trouble of getting the fork and a serving spoon out of the drawer, I got my casserole out of the fridge.  And PLOP!  Lunner hit the floor.  As tempting as it was to grab a chicken thigh from the top, I resisted, grabbed the paper towels instead, and cleaned it up.  Stomach growling all the time, and me almost crying because I really wanted some of that casserole.  Well, it was good yesterday when I first tried it.

100_2549 To add insult to injury, I opened the fridge again and my container of apples, cranberries and sweet potatoes fell out, and the plastic container broke.  Of course it had to.  It was one of my favorites.  This time I had to use more paper towels and then a mop to get the sticky stuff up.  It still feels sticky, but I may have to throw some sand or something like that to get the sticky off.  Or maybe cornmeal, since I don’t have any sand.  Hummm, I wonder if I could build a sandbox in my bedroom?  Nah.  I want to turn it into a container garden.  Maybe put some grow lights in the ceiling light, and plant some herbs and stack them around in here.  I could leave room to get to the computer, now that it’s working again.  Had to call the techy guy to get the blog to work.  He fixed it for me.  Something about a broken link.  Whatever.  It seems to be doing okay right now.  Guess I’ll know more when I try to post this.

Anyway, back at the ranch, the therapy person came again and we walked down the hall.  My camera was in the little carrier under the seat of the walker, and I went all the way to the floor to ceiling window on the end.  You have no idea how hard that was for me, because I have a horrible fear of heights.  But when we got there I looked out and saw all the trees in town, so I pulled out the camera. 100_2545 100_2547 I once heard Owensboro referred to as the city of trees, and looking out that window I can see why.  Of course we’re also known for our barbecue.  But this time of year, I prefer the fall colors, so I’ll leave you with them.  No train wrecks outside the big window.

A.

I’m Baaack, I Think


This has been the longest week of my life.  My computer died, and it took a week to get it revived.  I couldn’t decide whether to look for a gun to shoot it, throw it out the window, or try to have it fixed.  Finally realized it would be cheapest to have it fixed, so today, or I guess now it would be yesterday, I got back a nicely patched up computer.  I had over 350 emails backed up waiting for me to go thru, and that took a while to do.

So, now I have a week of new photos, some I can remember taking, some I’m just not sure about.  So let’s get started. 100_2528 First on my list of things to keep me busy was getting this pretty yarn to make an afghan.  I had a pattern in mind when I got it, but couldn’t remember it after I came home.  So, I’m just crocheting a plain old double crochet afghan that will be warm, is pretty, but needs a solid color added to it for some contrast.  BUT, since it will just be to keep the chills away this winter, I can live with it the way it is, so that’s okay.  I love the colors and they look pretty when they are worked up.  A contrast would be prettier, but….

100_2529 I got my pumpkins and some bananas, to keep me from going bananas while I was out shopping for the yarn.  The bananas were not good travelers on the bus coming home, but they went down well with peanut butter.  At some point, maybe tomorrow, I’ll make pumpkin soup.  Having some swallowing issues right now, so I’m living on bananas with peanut butter, and purreed soup.  Noodles are easy, and spaghetti works.  More about that in a few.

100_2530 A nice loaf of bread and some tomatoes, which I had hoped to turn into sandwiches.  The tomatoes were used for another project, and the bread is now panko crumbs.

100_2531 Things were getting a bit boring there for a while.  But these are my favorite slipper socks.  And I’m doing in-home physical and occupational therapy now, so I had my feet out doing some of the exercises, and just decided, why not?

100_2532 The tomatoes are topping a chicken, broccoli, and potato, with cheese casserole that I hoped I could swallow.  It never hurts to dream, ya know.  I did manage to choke down one serving.  The neighbors enjoyed the rest of it.  At least I hope they enjoyed it.

100_2533 Not sure what this is, but I think it’s my sourdough starter, getting started again.  Which reminds me that I’ve neglected it again, so it could have died again by now.  I guess I should feed it when I get off the computer this morning.  I’ve been up all night again, but only because I’m having fun with the computer instead of fighting with it for a change.

100_2534 I decided to make some fried spaghetti, using Don Charisma’s method.  I love it!  The flavor cooks into the pasta instead of sitting on top of it and then sliding off into my lap when I take a forkful.  Don used a different type of pasta, but since I have mucho boxes of spaghetti, not to mention all the other types of pasta a friend has given me, I could make a different type every night and never run out.  I did forget to grate the parm on it though.  Can’t think of everything now, can I?

100_2535This is the train wreck you get when you turn your back on the pan while the sauce is bubbling away.  I think there is some on the kitchen ceiling too, but it will just have to stay there.  No way I’m climbing a ladder to clean the ceiling when I can barely walk or even stand these days.  I can do a great pratfall though.  Too bad I can’t take a photo while falling down.  That would be something to see.

100_2536 I kept wondering what this mess was.  Now I realize it’s a mish-mash of sweet potatoes, pears, cranberries and apples with brown sugar, maple syrup, and cinnamon that I put in the crock pot one night.  I still have a scar on my right thumb from the cut I got when trying to dislodge a slice of apple from the corer/slicer.  After that I decided my chef’s knife was less dangerous to my hands.  The results of this blend were dehydrated and made into a fruit leather, which I didn’t take a photo of, because my poor itty bitty thumb hurt.

100_2537 Yum.  Butterscotch fudge.  Still enjoying this.  It only takes two ingredients, so I can keep any flavor of fudge I want at the time on hand to keep my strength up during my swallowing problem times.  With this, you take one can of sweetened condensed milk and 18 ounces of whatever flavor chips you have a hankering for at the moment.  I’ve made two batches of chocolate, this double batch of butterscotch, and the next one will be peanut butter.  Just nuke them for 30 second intervals, and stir in between, until the chips are melted, then pour into a buttered dish.  Let it cool, then cut into pieces.  I didn’t let all of the chips melt completely, but it still tastes really good.

blogger awardAnd last, but certainly not least, I’ve been awarded my second Versatile Blogger Award, by Don Charisma.  More about that tomorrow.  For now, have a great day now, ya hear?

A

Lazy Thursday


Well, almost.  The phone woke me up early.  Yeah, I actually slept last night.  Really great feeling, and woke up feeling even better.  So, the flu shot didn’t give me any side effects after all.  I just felt bad last night because I was exhausted.

So, at 10:30 my first visitor arrived to do an evaluation for in-home therapy.  While we were talking she asked if I had lost any weight.  I laughed at that one, and told her almost 100 pounds since last Christmas.  She asked how, so I started talking about getting involved with the Slow Food movement, getting my fresh veggie deliveries from Cecil Farms, and eating healthier meals, plus snacking on my dehydrated veggies (I didn’t mention the 2 ingredient fudge) and she got excited about the veggie deliveries.  I have a feeling she will be contacting them about next year.

Vegan Chocolate Fudge.

Vegan Chocolate Fudge. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Usually I don’t post a regular recipe, but I found the fudge one on Facebook, and gave it a try, and it’s great!  So her ya’ go.  One can of sweetened condensed milk and 18 ounces of chocolate chips.  Melt together in the microwave or a double boiler, stir occasionally until the chocolate has melted, then pour into a buttered 8 x 8 square dish.  When cooled, cut into pieces and enjoy.

I’ve made the chocolate version several times, and since I finished the last batch today, I’m thinking about trying it with some other flavors of chips.  Just happen to have some peanut butter and some caramel ones on hand.   Sorry, I erased the photo of the first batch of fudge, but I can tell you, it’s really good.  And just use your favorite type of chocolate.  I personally like the dark chocolate, but I know a lot of people prefer other types, so, do your own thing there.

Pulled that photo off the public domain stuff that shows up on the bottom of my page when I’m typing, so just to get your taste buds working here.

Okay, so back to the therapy.  Happy to say that when she took my blood pressure this morning it was back to my normal, which would be a normal persons low BP.  I’ve decided mine goes up about 50 points for every minute I sit in the doctor’s waiting room.  Before she had finished, the intake person for the physical therapy part came in.  I guess that makes her the occupational therapy intake.  Whatever.  She left after he came in and he put me thru some paces I wasn’t really happy about, like showing him how I got in and out of the bath tub.  It’s hard enough doing it one time a day, without having to demonstrate it for someone.  At least I was warmly clothed for the demonstration, and he agreed with me that I needed more pull bars in the bathroom.  After thinking about it all day, I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe I just need a different type of shower chair, that I can scoot out on.  Oh well, anyway, next I had to stand up and sit back down for 30 seconds, while he timed me to see how many times I could do it.  Two and a half times.  And getting up the last half time almost upset the apple cart.  Glad he was nimble enough to catch before I fell.

Okay, end of visitors for the morning shift.  Real therapy begins next week, three or four visits a week.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?  Hey, if it helps, anything can be fun.  It all depends on your point of view and sense of humor.  And in my family, if you don’t have a sense of humor you might as well live on the moon, because you won’t survive here. sense of humor This about sums it up for the Goetz family.  My dad could crack a joke with a poker face and we would sometimes wonder if he was joking or telling the truth.  But then one look at the sparkle in those blue eyes and we would know.  I’m not quite as good at it as my brothers are, but I managed to get my youngest one once.  Only once, but that was a real high for me, because Ray is just like dad.  And they all know just how to get me.  I trip over my tongue more often than I tripped over my cat.  Callie and me8 That’s Callie.  She’s now my grandcat, because after tripping me every time I turned a corner I realized I jus couldn’t deal with all the bruises any more, and my grandkids had fallen in love with her, soooo.  My son-in-law wasn’t exactly thrilled, because they already had two cats, Mischief and Mayhem, but being a doting dad, he gave in. Now he’s the one who gets tripped, but he’s young and athletic, so he deals with it better than I dealt with the concussions.

I had all kinds of plans to make bread today, and do some cooking, or maybe it was cleanup in the kitchen, but instead, after the therapy people left, I just vegged out in the recliner and watched TV all afternoon.  Did a little bit of knitting while I was sitting there, played some Solitaire, but mostly just vegged out.  That was kinda fun.  Just do nothing.  Interesting concept.

I finally got myself up and came in for my evening fight with the computer, and of course the phone rang again.  A friend from the other building asking if I wanted some Mexican cornbread she had leftover from a dinner she had been to.  And a mostly full jar of jalepenos.  Sure, why not?  I asked her if she happened to have an extra jar of peanut butter around while she was at it, and she did, so now I don’t have to make a grocery run for that tomorrow.  She said she would be over in a few minutes, which I knew meant a couple of hours, so I was almost finished with my email when she came in, with two huge bags of food.  The cornbread, which I had already forgotten about, the jar of jalepenos, a couple of jars of her home canned relishes, a quart of her home canned salsa (yummy), two boxes of cereal, which I won’t eat, but can recycle into something else, like crumb topping for casseroles, and jugs of juice and can after can of fruit and veggies, plus some cheese and several bags of pasta.  Tomorrow I will definitely be making Don Charisma’s fried pasta.  His method, which he shared in his blog yesterday, is to make the sauce, cook the pasta al dente, then heat the sauce in a large pan and put the pasta in the hot sauce to finish cooking, while at the same time absorbing the sauce into the pasta, instead of just dumping the sauce on top of the pasta.  So, it’s a gotta try in my book.

So, Carol and I visited for about an hour, and as predicted, she was two hours late, but anyway, we’ll be going out to dinner sometime in the near future.  And I have loads of pasta, mac and cheese, plus all my fresh veggies still to hold me over until then.  I sent her home with some fruit syrup and some of my apple/sweet potato leather to snack on, so we were both happy at the outcome.  Now we just have to get to JoAnn’s again and buy more yarn.  I’ve almost used all of mine up, so my vow to not buy any more until I have used all of my stash is accomplished.  Or will be by the time she gets around to making the trip there.  I might have to take the bus if I run out of yarn before then.  I think I live at a faster pace than she does.

A.

Whacky Wednesday


Such a fun day today.  I had a doctor’s appointment, still having problems with getting the new power chair.  So, since I spent most of the night fighting with my computer, I didn’t get any sleep.  Maybe a few winks here and there, but not much.  And to make things even more fun, it was just plain cold this morning.  Getting out from under the nice, warm blankies, into the cold room is not my idea of a good way to start a day.  But then again, I can’t sleep in a hot room, so I have to keep the heat off at night.  See the problem?  Then you turn off the nice hot water in the shower and have to eventually open the curtain and crawl out, again into a cold room, and that just adds insult to injury.

Well, to cut to the chase, I got up early, braved the cold apartment, got dressed and ready to be picked up to see the doc.  My best decisions are definitely not made before noon.  I did wear a long-sleeved shirt, but I guess I just thought it was still the middle of summer outside, because it just didn’t occur to me to grab a coat.  I do, however, keep my magic raincoat on the back of my power chair, just to make sure I don’t get rained on.  My experience here is that if I’m prepared for rain, it doesn’t happen, but if I go out unprepared, even if the sun is shining brightly, I will definitely get rained on at some point.  So, my motto is the same as the Girl Scouts…Be Prepared!  When I got downstairs and to the hall to wait for the bus, it was just flat-out COLD!!!!!  The raincoat shielded me from the wind that was cutting thru me, but still, it isn’t lined, so not much heat there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

A.

Oops, Another Train Wreck


versatile-blogger-awarddidn’t take a picture of it, since I was standing in a puddle of vinegar and broken glass, but this morning I dropped a jar of pickled veggies.  And as I just said, the jar broke, and I hate to wear shoes. The broom was close so I grabbed it and started sweeping up broken glass so I could move around a little bit, but all I could do about my now smelly socks was take them off and dump them in the sink to try to rinse any glass out of them.  Been a little bit afraid to go back in the kitchen, but at least I got the vinegar mopped up too before I left it.  It was almost traumatizing, because I really wanted some of those veggies to snack on.

The last time I dropped something glass when taking it out of the fridge was the night I took out a banana pudding I had been looking forward to all day.  But I was so good all day, not even taking the top off the dish to peek at it.  The time finally came to have dessert that night, and I got the dish of pudding out of the fridge.  One irritating thing about MS is that it sometimes makes your hands and fingers tingle and freeze up.  And when that happens, you drop whatever is in those hands.  Yep!  My entire, untasted, longed for, waited for, much desired banana pudding hit the floor and shattered everywhere.  Now THAT is a real headache to clean up.  A lot of glass, sticky pudding, and no shoes.  I had to walk carefully over to the garbage container and grab it and a roll of paper towels and start scooping.  An hour and three moppings later the floor was clear of glass, but it still felt sticky.  By that time though I didn’t really care, just climbed in bed still fully clothed and went to sleep.

When I woke the next morning and went to the shower I noticed my left sock was extremely bloody.  And the big toe was tender when I touched it.  When I took the sock off a huge shard of glass was imbedded in my toe, and banana pudding was covering the glass.   Oooo-kaaayyy.  Removed the glass and it started bleeding again.  So just got in the shower and stayed there until it stopped bleeding, then got out, dressed the wound with antibiotic cream and a heavy-duty bandage, clean socks, and got dressed for the day.  Went to the fridge to look for something for breakfast, and the floor still felt sticky.  Mopped it again at least three more times, chowed down on cold cereal, and then just sat down to read a book.  And dream about the banana pudding that wasn’t.

Ya know, I don’t think I’ve made one since then.  Probably time to try it again, but this time put it in something plastic with a lid.

So far, I’ve broken three sets of dishes, more jars of pickles than I can remember, a couple of glass casserole dishes, every glass I owned.  Would love to go green in all things, but when it comes to breakable stuff I have to use paper or plastic.  My only consolation on the dishes is that usually I break them before they are washed, so at least I didn’t have the heartbreak of washing them first and then breaking them.

Was up all last night making a fruit rollup in the dehydrator.  I really didn’t think it would take that long, since I spread it all thin, but it dried at different levels, so I had to keep checking it and breaking apart the dry stuff and letting the still runny part keep drying.  Of course, I had to sample a bite each time, and it’s pretty darn good.  I’ll have to come up with more rollup ideas, because they make great snacks.  I have a lot of fruit in the freezer that can be pureed for a base, but as soon as I do that I’ll want the fruit for some other reason.  That will take some thought, because if I don’t use it for rollups I’ll forget I have it and not use it at all.  I should make lists, but then I lose the lists, so that won’t work.  Okay, I’m a reasonably intelligent person.  I’ll get it figured out some way.

Gotta go now and take out the garbage.  Cutoff time for that is ten p.m. so I’m cutting it short, but with my broken jar of veggies in there I do have to get it out of the kitchen tonight.  Y’all take care now.  Next time I’ll try to have my camera around my neck so I can get a picture of my pretty socks standing in the mess.

A.