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.



Drying Onions And The Fire Marshal

Well, didn’t exactly dry the Fire Marshal, but was drying the onions when he came to inspect.  No problems except for one surge protector.  Wanted to know if an extension cord was plugged into it.  Weeeelll, yeah.  Why else have one in that particular place?  Showed him where it ran over to the lamp, which is used only at night, or any other time I really want to see something, like read the paper, or make cards, or scrapbook.  Said I should plug series of surge protectors into that one to run over to where plug was needed.  Just know that’s going to happen.  Five surge protectors to plug in one lamp?  Sounds like overkill to me.

Activities Director came up with him.  Was in process of drying onions, hoping that would keep them out.  Instead she asked if I was making pasta, because it smelled so good.  Know my sense of smell is gone, but now wondering about hers.  Made me hungry for Monterey spaghetti though.  Gotta make some tonight.  Have all the ingredients, so why not?  Need something in fridge to warm up for few days.  Fresh spinach in place of frozen should work.  Loads of cheese, sour cream.  Getting hungry thinking about it,

Snacking all day on zucchini chips.  Yummy, but didn’t dry enough.  Won’t last long enough to put back in dehydrator to finish drying though.  Did tomatoes yesterday.  They make good chips too.  Still have to get on those watermelon pickles.

housework fire Found a great way to clean house.  Each apartment self-contained, so fire wouldn’t spread to next one.  Maybe some smoke and water damage, but everyone should have rental insurance.  Came close to doing that to house in country when car caught fire.  Had it parked about 5 feet from house, gas tank full.  If hadn’t had to go shopping probably would have just run to neighbor’s house for help.  Would have given it time to explode.not crazy Makes perfect sense to me.

Checked my crops this morning.  First crop of celery leaves ready to harvest.  Second crop close.  Sweet potato just sitting there looking pathetic.  Maybe needs its own jar or something.  Has an eye, but not submerged in water.  Never grew a sweet potato before, so don’t know.  Never grew celery before either, but that works.  Saved some pepper seeds and few tomato seeds.  Maybe try planting them.  Don’t know yet.

Two more weeks til next produce delivery.  Fall crops this time, I think.  Wish could find some real cream to make butter.  Made some with whipping cream.  Tastes good and fun to make, but not like what we had growing up.

Storm damage at the Mount Some of damage done at Mount during last week’s storm.  People came in and helped clean up picnic area so picnic can go on.  Glad it will so there will be more burgoo.  Could eat my weight in burgoo.  Don’t weigh that much any more, so could eat last year’s weight in burgoo.  Ah, the food of the gods.  Developed right here in Daviess Co.  Heard it started out with road kill.  Don’t believe that though.  Tastes too good.  Mount uses the Keller recipe, and one member of Blandford family married a Keller, so learned recipe.  Also learned greatest barbecue chicken recipe.  Still thanking Doug, DeeDee, Mark and Sandy for chicken they brought me.  Had to freeze part of it.  Too much for one person, but oh, so good.  The Leo Blandford recipe.  Wonderful uncle, great cook.