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.


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.


The Herd Mentality

100_2396 Well, couldn’ zactly find mah self a picture of a herd of cattle, so ah thought ah wuld show this picture of a herd of fish here at the old folks home.  Ya jist walk up ta the pond an’ they all come swimmin’ over ta see if’n yer gonna feed ’em.

It was kinda like that t’other day when ah got mah power chair hung up on the elevator door downstairs.  The door opened an’ ah was tryin’ ta back out an’ mah chair got hung up on the door.  Ever body else but one on the elevator got off, an’ she was holdin’ the door open fer the other people to git on, cause she was goin’ up an she got on the down elevator.  Ah’s tryin’ ta git the people ta back up an’ give me room ta git the chair unstuck from that there door, but one person got on that dern elevator and gosh dern it, ever body in the buildin’ tried to foller him.  Ah kept askin’ ’em ta please back up an’ give me some room so ah could git the chair off the doorway, but they acted like a buncha cows that got outta the pasture.  Ever gol’ darn one of ’em wanted on that elevator, an’ by golly, they intended to git on it rite then, even if it meant they would scoot me right back into the dang thing.  It took me a time and a time to finally git them outta the way so’s ah could fin’ly git off the door, an’ they weren’t goin’ any place any way with me in their way.

When ah lived out in the cuntry the cows usta git out an’ ah’d hafta chase ’em in almos’ ever day.  One person cain’t chase a herd of stupid cows.  They have a herd mentality.  One starts an’ the rest foller.  The fish in that pond do that.  The folks in this here old folks home do it too.  One person decided to go upstairs an’ alla rest follers.  An’ they all wanna go right now.  Not in five minnits, but RIGHT NOW!  An’ God help anybody in ther way.

End of rant.

100_2470 Yesterday ah decided to dehydrate some tomato sauce to make tomato leather.  Thought it might take me ’bout four to five hours.  Up all night baby sittin’ the blame stuff.  Had to rearrange trays cause some got more heat than others, an’ kep’ goin’ back’ards an for’ards checkin’ on it all night long.  Got the paper in ’bout 6:30 this mornin’ an’ checked it agin’ an’ fin’ly found some that was leathery.  ‘Bout noon it was all finished. 100_2473 This bowl is holdin’ four quarts of pasta sauce that’s been turned into pasta leather.  Tastes kinda peppery an’ salty, but not too bad.  Wonderin’ what ta do with it when Gina called me.  Figgered ah’d hafta jist eat it all, or drop it in pieces in soup, but she suggested ah try choppin’ it in itty bitty pieces an’ puttin’ it in mac ‘n cheese, an’ cornbread, an’ all kinda stuff like that.  Didn’t sent that girl ta college fer nothin’.  An’ now Ethan’s in college an’ jist took a big test an’ got a 98 on it.  Jist like his mom and dad.  Real smart like.

Had some computer trouble yesterday.  Think ah wrote a post, but disremember correctly, cause of computer bein’ so stubborn.  Fin’ly jist unplugged the dern thang, an’ unplugged it from the phone jack an’ left it settin’.  First thang ah wanted was throw it out the dang window, but couldn’t git the screen out, so jist let it set an’ contemplate its cantankerous attitude.

Old dirt road Ah ‘member one old dirt road in partic’lar. Mom & Pop's house This house stood at the end of it.  Mom and Pop Goetz’s house.  Ma paternal grandparents.  Ever body called ’em Mom ‘n Pop.  Even strangers called ’em that.  They had a dairy farm while they was livin’.  Mosta the cows was milked by machines, but somma the cows was Mom’s pets.  She always milked ’em by hand ever mornin’ an’ ever night.  Ah can ‘member goin’ out ta the milkin’ house with her an’ watchin’ her milk those cows.  Always smelled so good in there.  A sweet milky smell.  Ah remember a sour cherry tree in the chicken yard there.  Usta climb up in that ole tree an’ eat them cherries ‘fore the birds got to ’em.  Don’t think anybody else liked ’em all that much.  Ah know none a mah brothers or sisters like ’em.  Ah always liked the sour things.  Green apples, sour cherries, green tomatoes, almost any green kinda fruit.  Hadta have pucker power.  Ah could even eat a lemon.  Still can.

Well, more about that tamorrow.


Finally Fixed

After last night, spent fixing my computer, I started wondering if it wouldn’t be better to turn the clock back to the mid 20th century.  No computers to be hacked back then.  Headaches back then were caused by sinuses and MS, not to mention the stress and migraines.  But changing all the settings on a computer?  I’m not exactly a geeky computer nerd.  I leave that to my brothers and nephews and grandkids.  Naturally, none of them were here last night though.  So I got back online about 1:30 a.m.  I’m pretty sure God was taking a nap by that time.

families like fudge Larry riding camel  This is Larry on the camel.  He’s one of the sweet, nutty computer geek nerds, with a great sense of humor.  He has talked me thru fixing this beast (computer, not camel) several times by phone, but I didn’t call him last night.  Since he lives in Georgia, and is a time zone faster than I am, I was sweet enough to let him sleep while I sweated out trying to follow some anonymous tech’s instructions.  I was supposed to click on a “cog” symbol.  There are two of them.  Then I was supposed to click on something called “POP”.  It didn’t show up,  Soooooo, I had to go back and start over.  Click on the other cog.  Then the POP came up.  Was almost ready to throw the computer out the window.  I’m pretty sure that’s why they call it “Windows”.  When you try to fix it at home that’s where you want to throw it.

Then tried to send email out to people telling them I’m not stranded in Wales.  By the time I finally got the email to go thru I was ready to go to Wales and just get lost somewhere.  Hide out in a coal mine or something.  By the time I got all that done I was too worked up to sleep, so I have now officially been awake, sorta, since 10:00 a.m. Monday?  Yeah, my computer tells me this is Tuesday, so yesterday had to be Monday.  Guess that means tomorrow is Wednesday.  Maybe I’ll sleep all day and tomorrow won’t happen.

Support our farmers  Got my weekly delivery of produce today.  Mostly peaches and nectarines.  Mmmmm, delish.  Some apples, and melons, but the peaches are what rocks my world today.  Can’t decide if I want to make preserves, syrup, or just dig in and eat ’em and let the juice run down my chin.  Might do all of the above.  They are soooo good.  Next to cherries, my favorite.  There might be a peach cobbler in my immediate future.

free time  This is my latest photo.  And the way I’ve felt all day.  Too sleepy to really do anything, and can’t find anything anyway.  Looked for my battery charger for a while, but I really put it away in a good place this time.  Just hope I can find it before I need it again.  The battery is older than dirt, so it doesn’t hold the charge very long any more.  Probably should just invest in a new one.  Been using the same one since 1999.  I’m sure it’s as tired as I am by now.

Think I’ll turn in early tonight.  Or not.  Have a few games of Sol to play.  Too frustrated last night.  Bet that’s why I couldn’t sleep.  Didn’t get my Solitaire fix first.


Nothin’ Happenin’

Ever had one of THOSE days?  You just go along all day waiting for something to happen.  Suddenly it’s almost over and nothing has happened.  Today was one of those.  Looked like rain.  No rain.  Had things to do in the kitchen.  Didn’t do ’em.  Felt like napping.  Couldn’t sleep.  Package in the office.  Left it there.  Just sat and read a chapter of a book.  Didn’t even work on my own.

Cooking Need to cook.  Don’t want to.  Feel really lazy.  Don’t care.  Did one thing though.  Sliced onion with mandolin.  Made me cry.  Hate slicing onions.  Used some in omelet, dehydrated rest.  Tried to find cheese.  Fridge needs cleaning out.  Do I care?  Not today.  Maybe tomorrow.  Who knows.  Still have a lot of produce to dehydrate.  It can wait a day or two.  Think I’ll have tomato sandwich tonight.  Doesn’t require cooking.  Just chewing.  Wonder if I could hire someone to chew for me?  Nah, doesn’t sound too good that way.

Don't exercise I like this.  Don’t really like coffee, but love juice, so the exercise would make that spill.  Anyway, most of my exercise involves getting up from the floor.  Not easy to do most days.  While I’m down there I look for things to do.  Stuff that fell on floor and has to be picked up.  Of course, with my hands full, then I can’t pick myself up, so have to put stuff back on floor.  Never said I was a genius though.

a_Bristle_Thistle_Flower Think I’ll lighten the mood with my bristle thistle.  I love saying that.  Bristle thistle.  Can say it in my head three times, but get tongue-tied if I try to say it out loud.  Go ahead — try it.  I dare you.  Bristle thistle, bristle thistle, bristle thistle.  Don’t cheat now.  Say it out loud.

Speaking of tongue twisters.  Were we speaking of tongue twisters?  Guess so, since I just created one.  Remember “Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers”?  Ever wonder how those peppers got pickled on the vine?  Just one of my random thoughts today while I was doin’ nothin’. 100_2371 My peck of peppers fit into a quart zipper bag.  After dehydration, that is.  Before dehydration they took up two gallon sized zipper bags.  Love that dehydrator.  Have a feeling I’ll be using it for a lot of things.  I’m already planning on the veggies in the fridge.  Easy for soup this winter.  Also thinking it will be easy when next MS relapse happens.  Mostly hoping it will make MS relapse not happen.

Have all the emergency supplies needed to last two weeks, if necessary.  So, this year, no emergency.  No floods, no ice storm, no snow.  Just really weird weather.

Remembered why I got the cream.  Dark chocolate cherry ice cream in my future.  Two, no wait, three of my favorites all in one.  Chocolate, cherries, ice cream.  All the ice I need downstairs in the kitchen.  All the salt I need in pantry.  Lots of chocolate on hand.  Cherries in freezer.  And now have the cream.  Heaven waiting around the corner.  And my thanks to Jess for the recipe.  She knows who she is.


Dehydrating Fun

100_2362 Remember this sink, filled with veggies?  Well, some of them are in the fridge, but…100_2367 the peppers got chopped up last night.  Started out with my mandolin.  Love slicing things with it.  Peppers are a diff’rent story tho.  They don’t like the mandolin.  Had to get food processor out for them.  Tried the shredder side, but it turned them to a watery mess.  Reversed to slicer side and it did a great job.  Slices weren’t perfect, but I’m not either.  Got the job done tho.

100_2368 Decided to save the seeds to see if I can dry them out and plant them.  Could be a good experiment.  Might even work.  You never know til you try.  The stack of waffles are cooling off for the freezer.  After making that many I decided to have an omelet instead.  And the orange tomato needs a little more ripening time.  Cherry syrup in background waiting for a home.

100_2369 This is a mutant small pepper.  Cute, huh?  Just couldn’t bring myself to slice it up yet.

100_2370 Dehydrator at work with first batch of peppers.  Had too many for one batch, so rest were in fridge waiting their turn.

100_2371 First batch of dehydrated peppers.  Aren’t they cute?  After the second batch was finished, my two gallon bags of peppers fit in one quart bag.  And all I’ll have to do when I want peppers for a recipe is rehydrate them in hot water.  No more paying over a dollar for one pepper at the grocery this winter.  I’m going to do some onions next.  I’ve heard they really smell bad while dehydrating, but I have no sense of smell, so who cares?  Might even put in some of the garlic cloves I have.  That would be a perfect aroma to greet any unwelcome visitors.

I’ll have to read up on drying tomatoes.  And cucumbers.  Celery.  Carrots.  Have to check the fridge to see what’s in there that I can dehydrate for winter.  I’m anticipating my next MS relapse, in case you’re wondering.  And hoping this will keep it from happening.  That six month relapse last winter and spring was not much fun.

100_2360 Still haven’t made the watermelon pickles, but the syrup is finished.  Have to confess I ate a lot of the melon while I was cutting the chunks out of the rind.  Not much white part in the rind, so I’m hoping there will be enough to make at least a pint of pickles.  Might have to buy another melon for the rind.  Of course the red part won’t be wasted.  Watermelon is one of the perfect foods.  Right up there with chocolate.

Also have 2 cartons of heavy cream in my fridge.  Can’t remember why I got them, but they were on my list.  I did forget my list, but I checked it when I got home from the grocery, and yeah, it had 2 cartons of heavy cream written right there.  Now all I have to do is remember why I put it there.  Hopefully before they turn into sour cream.

Going to make my own hash browns tomorrow.  Have a recipe somewhere for hash brown casserole.  Probably should find the recipe before making the hash browns, but where’s the fun in that?  Have potato, will hash!


Well Shut The Barn Door

Not literally a barn door.  But some things just don’t get fixed until bad things happen. 100_2346 In case you can’t read that sign, it says “Caution, trip hazard”.  It’s by the back of my building.  I neglected to take photos of the original place when it was first put out there.  It’s first appearance was a band-aid for a spot where the swing was.100_2345 The area had been hazardous for months, but no one did anything about it.  We just all knew to proceed with caution.  Until about ten days ago.  One of my friends had been in the swing, and when she decided to come back inside she didn’t step high enough.  She is recovering from broken leg and fractured skull, but it is still touch and go.  Management decided then it was time to put a band-aid out.

After a notice from her lawyer, they decided it might be better to fix the problem before any more people were injured.  My friend is in her 90’s, and her very best friend is 102.  We really need new management here.  This lady is running the building into the ground.

I like it here though.  Even though sometimes the wait for an elevator gives me time to review my entire life, check the ceiling for spider webs, count the flowers in the wreaths hanging by the elevator, take a nap on the bench across from the elevator, talk to the neighbors about how long we’ve been waiting, go back to the apartment for a snack.  Well, you get the idea.  Then when it comes it will either be full already, or it will stop on every floor for someone else to get on.  Ever wonder how a sardine feels in that little can?  I know.  At least the sardine is already gone to its reward in sardine heaven.

And as for shutting doors, 100_2356 this is how I keep my refrigerator door shut.  I am developing a love affair with a roll of duct tape.  Actually, I’m on my second roll of duct tape.  I have some on the freezer door also.  They have a tendency to pop open if not taped shut.  I’ve considered dynamite, but that could possibly cause some boo-boos to my bod.  Already have bruises I can’t remember getting.  Sure don’t want to get blown out the window.

On the bright side, my latest batch of summer sausage looks pretty.  Didn’t take a pic though.  Ate a slice and it’s kinda salty, so I’ll just have to make another batch.  They say three’s the charm, so maybe that will be true with sausage.

Noticed today that cherries are on sale again this week.  Better price than last week.  Guess I’ll just have to get another couple of pounds.  Just no way I can pass up cherries, especially when they are on sale.  Lots of sales I can pass up, but not cherries.  They are just too precious to me.  Too seasonal.B0000308 Just thought I’d leave you with something pretty to look at.  Not sure, but I think these are Rocky Mountain flowers.  Photo probably taken by my nephew Matt.  For those who have to work, have a happy Monday.  I’ll think of you when I wake up at noon — if I remember.


Friday’s Here

A beautiful mess Don’t you just love this?  Not quite a train wreck, but a paint truck.  And I wasn’t even involved.  Just found the picture and loved the mix of colors.  I think I would love to paint my walls like this though.

It’s Friday.  Not really an important day for me.  I’m retired.  Every day is Friday.  Or Saturday.  Or even Monday.  Sometimes I don’t even know what day of the week it is.  I try to mark each day off on my calendar, but who looks at the calendar each day?  And even if I look, if I’ve forgotten to mark the days off, I don’t remember how many days I’ve forgotten, so the point is moot.  I do manage to remember Sunday though.  That has been ingrained into my memory since I was a baby.  A very cute baby, I might add.

I did remember something today.  Look—100_2347 it’s a cabbage!  Now I can make the stuffed cabbage rolls!  And when I got back from the grocery there were bags of these in the lobby100_2348 The cukes.  I already had the tomatoes.  And in the bag, hiding from sight, more cherries.  Hopefully I’ll remember the gloves when I pit them tonight.  If not I’ll have those nasty stains again.  Since the cukes are so large I’m not sure what they will become yet.  Somewhere in my 20 foot pile of recipes I have one for stuffed cucumbers, but it will take me a few hours to go thru them all.

I may have exaggerated the 20 foot pile a bit.  It’s probably more like 2 feet.  But it will still take some time to go thru.  I keep promising myself I’m going to organize them.  Maybe put them into binders.  Yeah, right.  I’m sure that will happen any day now.

Speaking of any day, didn’t I say yesterday I was going to take a couple of days off?  Something about catching up on my reading?  Guess I forgot about that.  Now I have more cherries, cukes, cabbage, summer sausage, and berries to take care of.  Not to mention more watermelon pickles.  I just flat-out love them.  And today I found a recipe for making beet crackers that looks like fun.  I think I’m hopeless.

Mike and Janette took me to mom’s today to deliver a couple of tomatoes.  If her knees had cooperated I think she would have done a happy dance.  She keeps telling me I should have surgery on mine now, before I’m too old for the anesthesia.  I would consider it, but haven’t learned how to do it myself yet.  I’ve developed a sort of revulsion against doctors and hospitals lately.  Told the kids I plan on dying at home.  Now there’s a nice mental picture for you.

BArking puppy  Found this cutie somewhere too, so I decided to close with him.  I kinda like his philosophy here.  There are times when I would like to bark at night.  Well, maybe not bark.  Just howl at the moon.  No particular reason why.  It just sounds like fun.  Why can a dog get away with that and not a person?


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.