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Serves You Right!

20 Sep

Well, That Was Exciting

19 Sep

I hadn’t even finished my breakfast yesterday when The Squire called me into the bathroom. “Does one side of my face look odd to you?

Indeed it did! The right side was droopy, his mouth didn’t open properly, and he said he couldn’t focus his eyes. Honestly, I thought he’d had a stroke. A-n-n-n-d we’re off to the ER. He was admitted pretty promptly, but I wasn’t allowed to stay because of the virus. I could sit in my car or go back home. I gave them my phone number and came on back to the house, where I occupied myself sending out frantic emails to everybody we know. After loads of testing, including blood work and CT sans, the doctors decided he has Bell’s Palsy. Whew! That’s a relief. Steroids and time should clear up the problem.

One nice thing about being a Nervous Nellie is that you end up with a lot of nice surprises, but I’m sure it must be hard on my friends.

And, on an entirely different note, the hospital said The Squire is pre-diabetic. That’s interesting.

It Kind’a Got Out of Hand

16 Sep

Today was one of those blue and gold days that come along in early fall, blessedly cool at night and just exactly warm enough during the day. The sort of day that calls for taking a walk – or making bread. My car is in the shop and The Squire was at church, so I chose to make bread.

I have a favorite oatmeal and Honey recipe, and since we were just about out of bread I decided to make a double batch. Math was never my strong suit, but even I can normally do “two times”, but not today. I had so much excess liquid that I ended adding another cup of flour and half a cup of oatmeal. So – we have three loaves instead of two. There’s no problem with that, but I had to dig around for another bread pan.

And without further ado:

Honey Oatmeal Bread – 1-1/2 pound size

1-1/2 cup water

1-1/2 tablespoons oil or butter (I use butter)

4 tablespoons honey

1 teaspoon salt

3/4 cup oatmeal, quick or regular

3-1/2 cups unbleached flour, plus 2 tablespoons gluten if desired

1 package yeast, or 2-1/4 teaspoons

Bake at 350 for 25 minutes, or loaves register 190 internally, or sound hollow when tapped.

Double at your own risk!

The Last Mrs. Parrish

14 Sep

A friend at work recommended this book. It was written by two friends of hers, and it was a choice of Reese Witherspoon’s book club. When I asked her what is was about, she just smiled and said “Everybody gets what they deserve.”

And they did. I’m not going to give away the plot, but – everybody gets what they deserve. and it wasn’t until the last eight pages that it all came together.

See if your library has a copy.

Well, This Explains Everything

9 Sep

The Cat knows a those loving arms are a safe spot.

The Birds, The Bees, and the Butterflies

7 Sep

Quite a few people have remarked that we have not had many butterflies, honey bees or hummingbirds this summer. The day The Squire and I cleaned the walk, a hummingbird – the first we’ve seen this season – flew up almost in my face, and then busied itself among the Cleome and Jewel Weed blossoms. I immediately came inside and made up a small batch of nectar, and had our feeder out that evening. When I hung the feeder in the dusk, I saw quite a few honey bees flitting around the flowers. We have also seen a lot more butterflies in the last week of so, including a couple of Monarchs. The weather has cooled down considerably, which might make a difference.

I’ve been only been using a half-cup of nectar at a time, as it will go bad fairly quickly when it is as hot as it’s been – upper 80s and low 90s – so it doesn’t get wasted. Tuesday evening I misjudged the distance to the hook and dropped the feeder on the ground and the plastic shattered. Aaargh! I had to search on-line for a new feeder, as this is not prime time for them. Got a very nice one at Petco – the top has an ant moat, which is a Good Thing, but I did find some huge ants on the feeder when I brought it in last night; when the breeze moves it too close to the squirrel baffle, they are able to get from there to the base of the HBF. Apparently, the regular ants are too small to swing between the baffle and the bottom of the HBF. This necessitated shuffling everything around, as we have a regular feeder, another for the finches, plus a “cage” which holds two suet blocks, all of which hang from various shepherd’s hooks. We also have a hopper-type feeder which is on a pole, but that wasn’t involved in the Great Feeder Migration.

So – at the moment, it looks as if we have two hummingbirds, tanking up for the trip south. The feeder is right outside the den window, so I can watch them while I’m on the computer. We’ll have to put the HBF out early this coming spring, and see if we can keep them around.

Too Much – and Never Enough

5 Sep

Whether you love Donald Trump or loathe him, this book should be required reading.

The fact of the matter is that Fred Trump should never been allowed to father children. He was a cold, cruel man, totally without empathy, and saw no value in people or things that were not worth money. He expected people to know instinctively what he wanted, and then berated them mercilessly when they failed. To him, the cruelty was the point. He enjoyed seeing people squirm – including his children. When his oldest son, Fred Jr., was not suited for Big Business, Fred was not satisfied until he had utterly broken Freddy’s spirit – and then disinherited his wife and children.

When Donald figured out he could never do anything right, he decided to do whatever he pleased, and his father admired the boy’s “killer instinct”. Fred thought Donald could do no wrong, and trusted him with large and large projects. When these didn’t work out, rather than admit his error Fred paid his son’s debts, and let Donald take all of the credit.

Nothing has changed, except bigger messes and bigger coverups.

I Don’t Have to Wear a Mask!

26 Aug

The Squire and I went to the doctor this morning and the conversation turned to people who refuse to wear masks. The good doctor had on two; one was a filter and the other the actual mask. He knows my situation and nodded at me. “If you can do it, anybody can.” Then he laughed and told us about something that had happened a few days ago.

His staff had called him out front to help with a new patient who had absolutely refused to put on a mask. He had spoken to her himself but she had become more and more belligerent, and kept insisting that she did NOT have to wear a mask. Finally, he shrugged and agreed with her.
You’re right, Mrs. Droopsnoot, you do not have to wear a mask. And by the same token, I do not have to accept you as a patient.”

He turned to the receptionist and said, “Remove Mrs. Droopsnoot from my schedule, and do not rebook her.” He said the woman was still squawking when he closed his office door.

Frustration, Thy Name is Monday

24 Aug

My endocrinologist keeps messing with my Synthroid dosage, so I have to have yet another blood test. There were several other things I needed to do in the area, so I made up an itinerary and sallied forth.

Stopped at Target and found what I needed immediately, and that was the last of things going right. Moseyed down to Bed, Bath and Beyond to spend a gift card that has been burning a hole in my wallet, and discovered that what I needed was not in stock – and probably doesn’t exist. I need a large oval tablecloth, but I went ahead and bought an oblong one; I have a round cloth that I can lay on this and use it as a pattern to cut myself an oval one. Now I need tp find somebody who has a serger to finish the cut edges.

Lynn, Fr. Parker (Daddy, to us), and myself 1984

Who know finding an oval tablecloth would be so difficult? I know they’re out there; my sister and I made Daddy a chasuble from a large oval cloth, which was long enough to come to just above his knees, back and front . Ah, well.

I intended to go to Michael’s and pick up the embroidery floss to embroider the face on a doll I want to make for a friend’s daughter, but I’d left the pattern book on the table, so that scotched that.

Off to the lab. And discovered they were closed indefinitely because of water damage. Please go to Sand Piper Circle and by the way, they are closed for lunch from noon until 1:00.

At the tone, the time will be twelve-ten. Bong.

I gave up and came on home.

Cleaning is Dirty Work

23 Aug

The Squire had to work on the tractor yesterday afternoon, so he blew all the peanut shells of the carport to have a clean place to lay down. While he was hard at work I decided to use the blower to remove the peanut shells from the walk in front of the den and up toward the driveway from the front door.

I nearly lost my footing going up the walk; the constant water from the spring had caused algae to grow on the concrete, and it was slicker than greased glass. I turned on the hose and got the push broom, but I really didn’t make much headway. I had a little bit of old dish soap – some cheap stuff I had gotten at the dollar store – under the sink, so I squirted that over the walk and had at it again with the broom and the hose.

What a monster I created! Only a little bit of soap – no more than I use in a dishpan – and I had suds up to my knees! The Squire came out and used the broom while I squirted, and between us we managed to get the entire walkway pretty well cleaned up. We even moved the welcome mats and cleaned under those, while we were at it.

And in a week it will probably be as bad as it was before we started.