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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Baby, It’s Cold Out There


According to the weather bug on my computer, the temp is 25 degrees.  The sound of the wind whistling around the building makes it feel more like 25 below.  And the place is covered with ice — both the white kind, and the other, black ice that you don’t really see until you slip and fall on it.  This gal is staying inside and taking no chances, even if I could actually walk.  As for trying to drive my power chair, I have a feeling I would be skidding all over town in it without even trying.

Old wagon on country road, 2000 I took this photo several years ago, just because it caught my fancy.  I love things like this, old wagons, old houses, old barns.  I had been at a patient’s house when I worked for Hospice, and this old wagon had caught my eye the first time I drove out there, but I didn’t have my camera with me at the time.  That was before I started carrying the camera with me all the time, just for moments like this.  It was a winding country road, and with my sense of direction, I managed to get lost every time I went out there.  Of course, I can get lost in a closet with the door open, so that came as no surprise to me.  Fortunately, Hospice gave us directions and phone numbers, so I could check the directions, turn around and back track each day when I over shot the driveway, and eventually find the right house.  But this old wagon was on that road, so one day when I remembered to take the camera with me, I snapped the photo on the way back.  That was before I took the wrong turn and ended up on the wrong road, but at least I knew where I was then and finally made it to the next patient.

100_2569 My poor sweet potato leaves passed away a few days ago.  One day they were half way to the ceiling, looking healthy and robust, and the next day they were drooping over the jar and turning brown.  The mint is still thriving and the aloe, but both desperately need re-potting in ginormous buckets.   I guess I’ll have to do more online shopping for the pots and potting soil, which hopefully can be found in January.  I have some plastic buckets if they should become necessary, but don’t think I want to take a pick axe out to try to obtain some dirt anytime soon.

I’ve been cuddling under my half finished afghan 100_2571 while working on another one that isn’t so heavy at the time.  It really bugs me that I can only do a few stitches at a time, but then, I’ve lost the crochet hook I was using, so I’ve had to start a third one using a different size hook.  I’m sure my chair ate the other hook, and when I am able to life the chair up and look under it I’ll find the hook and probably a lot of other things that have been lost over the years.  Losing things and getting lost are two of my things.  If I turn one corner I’m completely lost, and if I put something down for a few minutes it disappears.  I have a game I play called “find the remote”.  My TV has been going for several days and nights because I can’t remember where I put the remote, no doubt in a place where I wouldn’t lose it.  That’s a dangerous thing to do here, because as soon as I put it down, it’s gone.  Don’t know why, don’t know how.  I think things grow feet and they run away from home.  They are probably all parading down Frederica street on their short little legs right now.

A.

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.

What A Week


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

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

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

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

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

A.

Changing Seasons Overnight


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

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

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

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

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

A.

 

A Whole New Night


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A.

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.

Sunday Night


 

 

Don’t really know why I’ve had the blues lately.  Must be the weather.  Today the tornado sirens started sounding off practically in my ear as I sat here checking my email.  When they finally stopped I noticed something strange thru my curtains, so I opened them a bit and saw some strange yellow stuff outside.  It took me a few minutes to remember what it was.  Sunshine!  Seems like we’ve had clouds and rain for so many days I just didn’t remember what the sun looked like.

 

 

 

family-330 Don and Norita came to visit today.  Since Don has my POA, he comes to pick up the bills that are sent to me instead of going straight to him, mainly the phone bill, so while he is either working on that or just vegging out in a recliner, Norita and I visit.  She has done such wonders for Don since they married, 20 years ago in two weeks.  It’s hard to believe they’ve been married that long, but Norita is the best thing that ever happened to Don.  She’s a great cook, so he no longer cleans out his co-workers refrigerators, or mine either, for that matter.  And he hasn’t had an accident since he settled down.  For that alone I love her more and more every day.  And I loved her for herself even before that.

 

 

 

I had a talk with Santa this afternoon.  I’ll even have some photos of him later next month.  He lives on my floor.  Really.  Would I make that up?  I can’t remember his real name, but when he first moved in here one of the other ladies and I were laughing at how much he resembled Santa Claus, and today I discovered that for the past six years he has been the Santa at the Mall every year.  Funny.  He’s only lived here about four months, and I’ve talked to him maybe four times, but always just considered him to be one of the bikers in the town.  He is one of the bikers, one of the good ones who make the Santa runs every Christmas, and all of the other charity runs every year, but I never dreamed he actually walked the walk at the Mall at Christmas.  Should have guessed, because of his beard and long white hair, which he admitted he has to keep lightening, since his roots are red.

 

 

 

Now what else?  Went down to pick up some Panera bread after Don and Norita left.  Not much of a selection, but at least there were some slices that I can toast for breakfast, or for a grilled cheese sandwich.  Panera brings us their leftover bread every Sunday, and since there are two buildings, we have to share which building gets first pickings.  This week we were second, so there wasn’t much choice left.  But, I do love their bread, and it can be stuck in the microwave and brought back to freshness I can enjoy it for several days, then use any that is left over for my own bread crumbs.  Really?  Why pay a lot of money to the grocery store when it’s so easy to make your own?

Think I’m ready to work on my afghan for a while now, and then get some sleep.  And pray the sun is shining again tomorrow.  And maybe put some pumpkin and other stuff in the crock pot to make soup overnight.  I have several recipes for pumpkin soup, so I can take the things I like from each of them and hopefully make a yummy meal or ten.

A.

 

 

 

How Can It Be Friday Already?


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

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

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

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

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

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

A.

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.

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