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.

Still Making It Thru The Day


cheaper than therapy It was very overcast all day today.  And since I couldn’t hold the phone yesterday and write at the same time, mainly because my ear and hand both got numb after half an hour, I thought the CAT scan was for Monday.  Nope.  It was for this morning.  The front desk called me and told me the driver was waiting for me, and I wasn’t even up yet, thinking I had the day off.  SO, now the scan is for tomorrow morning.  There is something scheduled for Monday morning at 10, but I don’t know what it is now.  I guess I’ll be in for a surprise of some kind.  Hope it’s a good, fun one.

I sure wish I could go to the grocery now.  Maybe I can get the GRITS bus to drop me off there and they will pick me up again later, but probably not.  There are a few things I want to pick up.  Of course, that statement is an oxymoron at the moment, but I have my own bags on the back of my chair that I can maybe get some help storing a few groceries in.  And in a way that they won’t turn over and spill out all over the place.

I keep trying to change the way this page looks, but I’m pretty sure nothing is working right.  Don’t have the savvy to make it look the way I want, and don’t have the staying power to sit here long enough to chat with word press about customizing it so my angel shows on the front page.  Wanted to put Christmas colors on here, but what I’m seeing at the moment are dark purple and Chartreuse.  Not colors I would usually put together.  Love purple, love green, but hate Chartreuse.  At least I can use both hands to type now, so very thankful for that blessing.

Slept most of the day because I couldn’t find the remote to turn the TV off last night, and it’s hard to sleep through Twilight Zone, and Alfred Hitchcock.  I don’t usually watch those, but since I couldn’t find the remote, I couldn’t change the channel either.  I know there are buttons on the TV that will do it, but they are too dark to see.  Would have watched some movies, but I’ve lost that remote also.  Some things should just be tied around the neck or taped to your — well, use your imagination there.

bad day Found this picture on Face Book and can’t help wondering about it.  CGI?  Photoshop?  I could easily get stuck like that, but a horse?  I don’t think so, unless it’s as graceful as I am.  That would take a special kind of talent, and not many people possess that much talent.  I do know a couple of people who could do that, but relax Dana and Linda.  I won’t tell your last names.  At least, I won’t tell for a price.  That’s not blackmail, is it?  Maybe I could just tell a few stories about some of your shenanigans over the years.  We did have fun.  And as for Rita, I have pictures.  Lots and lots of pictures.

happy people Kinda like this.  Especially this time of year when every online market sends me their catalogs with beautiful stuff I don’t need and don’t really have room for, but would love to have if I owned a huge mansion with a special room just for all that stuff.  Right now I would be happier if I could hold my crochet hook a few minutes longer, but a few stitches at a time will eventually get the job done, and that way I won’t have to buy new yarn for a while.  My afghan is large enough to cuddle under now when I get cold, just not long enough to be a real afghan yet.  So, a few stitches a day and someday it will be beautiful.  And some day soon I’ll be able to hold the camera again and take a photo of the work in progress.  Not quite as pretty as I envisioned in the beginning due to some bad contrast choices on my part, but then, I’m making it to keep me warm, not to win a beauty contest.

Going to give arms a rest now.  See you tomorrow.

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.

My Incredible Mr. Fix-it Son, Mike


Mike 2013 Not only handsome, but so talented when it comes to fixing things, especially things that I was told by the so called experts, couldn’t be fixed.  I called Mike yesterday and asked him if he could take me everlastingly frustrating power chair out to the farm and weld it together, so it would stop spinning me around all the time, and causing me to get motion sickness, when I was actually not supposed to be in motion.  So, today, Mike came in with his toolbox.  I wish I had thought to get the camera out immediately.  He took the seat off the chair, and started looking things over.

100_2550 I didn’t even know the back would come forward like this, but I trust Mike.  I didn’t get the pic of when the seat was removed from the base of the chair, but I sure wish I had.

100_2551 Reaching into his handy tool box, where he keeps everything he will ever need I think.

100_2552 Surveying the chair, to see what more it needs.

100_2553 Doing something with the control thingy that is supposed to keep the seat from moving around.

Okay, after he had the seat off, the first thing he found was that a part of it was on backwards.  Hummm.  The experts never bothered to look at that.  They just told me a piece was missing and it couldn’t be fixed.  Mike turned the backwards part around to the correct way, then discovered the “missing” piece was a 75 cent spring.  He went out to a hardware store, got the spring, brought it back and put in on.  Voila!  Fixed.  Isn’t he brilliant?  I’ve always known that, but since he’s as goofy as I am a lot of people don’t appreciate that fact.

So now, I can get out and about again without being afraid of accidents.  I still want the new chair, because the batteries need to be replaced on this one and it will be cheaper to get a new chair than to replace the batteries — I think.  But since Medicare is dragging their feet on it for so long, I’m not so worried about it now.  And of course, now it’s so cold outside I’m not sure I want to go out all that much.

I’m sure I’ll still be able to have lots of fun in the grocery with the chair, since even Mike can’t improve my driving skills, but at least now when I get hung on a bin of something I’ll be facing toward the front instead of the side.  Which may or may not be a good thing.  I keep wondering how difficult it will be to get unhung when I’m facing the same way as the chair.  That could definitely be a good funny.  I’ll keep you posted on that one, when I get the courage to brave the cold and go out again.

That could be tomorrow, because I want some gouda cheese for a recipe I found online.  If I made every recipe I find I wouldn’t fit in the building, not to mention my apartment door.  But they all look so good.  And this one is for fried cheese with spicy jam.  Now who could pass on fried cheese?  The recipe calls for gouda, but I might try it with some other type of cheese.  I’ll have to look over the selection and pick out what looks good.  I’m also thinking about soup.  Some good, hot, creamy soup.  And a grilled cheese sandwich to go with it.  Hungry yet?  Good.  Tune in tomorrow.

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.

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?

A.

Making Ketchup


100_2504 I have an actual recipe for this.  See?  It even has stains on it that show how much it has been used.  My mom has been making this all my life I think.  She got the recipe from my Aunt Lucille Goetz, so I consider it family heirloom recipe.

I made mini meatloafs and collard greens a few days ago, and am still enjoying them, but have been using store bought ketchup, since I ran out of the homemade kind.  It just doesn’t do it for me — the store-bought kind, I mean.  So…100_2502 100_2503 my crock pot is in use again tonight, making ketchup for the rest of my meatloaf.  Hopefully, by morning this will all have reduced by one half, into the wonderful ketchup I love and enjoy so much.  And hopefully I’ll be able to can a couple of extra jars this time so I won’t run out so fast.  The last time I made it I had to cut the recipe in half because I didn’t have any empty jars to can the extra in, but now I just happen to have a couple or four, so I can make the full recipe.

Well, I call it the full recipe, but actually, mom cut down the full recipe to one gallon of tomato juice, instead of the five gallons we used to use back in the day.  And since I can’t stand at the stove stirring the way I usta, I now stick it in the crock pot, so I don’t have to stir it at all, unless I want to.  But since I make it at night now, I usually sleep thru it, and if I’m lucky I can smell it when I wake up in the morning.  Life without a sense of smell kinda sucks at times, but I can live with it.  We all have to live with some kind of stuff, so I guess we all learn to adapt.  No matter what the problem, it could be a lot worse.

The ketchup reminded me of a Sunday dinner when I was a kid, and mom had fixed roast with all the trimmings.  Something she made required ketchup, but I don’t remember what it was.  Maybe she made meatloaf instead of the roast.  Anyway, we had mashed potatoes with it, and my uncle was visiting for dinner.  Since it was the homemade ketchup, mom had to find something to put it in instead of plopping the jar on the table, so she found a gravy boat that we seldom used.  My uncle, thinking it was gravy, poured a huge amount over his mashed potatoes, before any of us could warn him that it was ketchup.  Mom tried to talk him in to letting her get him another plate, but he insisted it was okay, he liked the ketchup.  He then ate the entire helping of ketchup covered mashed potatoes, and told mom they were delicious.  I have kinda wondered since then…..

Autumn love Since it’s Autumn, I just wanted to share this lovely photo of a local market where they have fall produce on display.  I’m still hoping to get some pumpkins for all of the pumpkin recipes I’ve been downloading lately.  Pumpkin is one of my favorite flavors, especially this time of year.  I could eat my weight in pumpkin pie, but then I would have to just keep on eating as my weight kept increasing until I eventually just blew up.  I guess it would be correct to say, I love pumpkin pie.  And of course, my mom has the best recipe for that also.  Since all of her recipes are handed down thru family members, I guess it would be safe to say that when I cook anything according to a recipe, I’m carrying on a Blandford or Goetz tradition.  And even when I tweak one of the recipes because I don’t have all the ingredients called for, it’s still the same tradition.

It would be nice if I could say my daughter is carrying on that tradition, but she is a vegetarian, so out go all the meats, chicken and fish.  She does eat cheese, so our mac and cheese is still almost safe, except for some of her additions.  Gritty chickpeas, which I am not a fan of, tofu — ditto.  She once told me I should become vegetarian, and I told her when she gets her dad to start eating tofu I would become vegan. She admitted defeat instantly, because we both know he will be a meat and potatoes man the rest of his life.  I can go with veggies and meatless meals, and do quite often, but I could never completely give up meat.  How can anyone from Daviess County live without burgoo?  She grew up eating burgoo.  Where did I go wrong?  Unfortunately, I know what happened.  We let her go to UK to college.  When she left home she decided to stop eating meat.  So, Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Vegetarians.  Willie almost had it right.

A.