Archive | October, 2020

Long, Long Day

30 Oct

Yesterday morning I woke up with an odd black lump on my neck. I had The Squire take a look at it, and he announced I had a deer tick “hanging out near the penthouse”, as he put it. Lovely. Since deer ticks carry Lyme disease we decided a trip to the Doc in a Box was in order. The doctor I saw said scientists have learned that it takes 36 hours for these ticks to actual transmit Lyme to a person, but he still said it was a wise thing to have it removed, “with all of the inward parts”, as he put it.

This 36 hour thing bewilders me. Maybe it’s because the tick was on my neck, but it hurt, and I can’t imagine anybody ignoring it for that long. These critters are incredibly small, which is why I didn’t notice it last night when I washed my face – I probably thought it was another mole popping up – but by morning it was quite obvious.

Anyway, while I was out, I went ahead and did my Thursday evening shopping, and came home to get things sorted out and start a batch of Onion-Dill bread. While that was “doing its thing” I walked out to the road to bring back the recycling bin. As I turned around I saw a man get out of his car and slip on the rain-slicked road. I immediately left the wheelie bin and trotted up to see if he needed help. Turned out he and his wife had seen an injured raccoon in the street and had gotten the critter out of traffic by getting it to chomp down on a snow scraper and dragging it into the ditch. Primitive, but safer than trying to lift several pounds of “armed and dangerous”  Procyon lotor. They had been calling around to various veterinarians and animal shelters, trying to find somebody to help. And of course, “Little Miss Fixit” had to lend a hand.

I went out to the barn to get my parents’ cat carrier, and grabbed an old bathmat on the way back to the road. I figured the rug was considerably heavier than a towel, and arguing with an irate raccoon needed all the protection available. After a fair amount of trouble, the gentleman – Kevin, by name – and I took the crate apart and threw the rug over the ‘coon, which immediately turned around and began to wrestle with it, which was exactly what we hoped it would do. We managed to slide the animal and rug into the bottom of the crate, and then put it back together so we could lug it up to the house.

Not our raccoon

Kevin knew of a no-kill shelter up in Freeland, so he and his wife took crate and all up the road. They came back today to return the carrier and told us they had just about as much trouble getting Mr. R from one cage to the other as we had had getting him into ours in the first place. The lady who runs the shelter finally sprinkled some cat chow into the new living quarters and the raccoon scuttled over with no hesitation. It looked as if it had a broken leg, and one eye was red, but the vet at the shelter said she didn’t think it was anything that couldn’t be repaired.

I still had to run down to White Marsh to collect the bread for the Dough-nation at 9:00, so it was pretty late when I finally tumbled into bed. My trusty pedometer had slightly over 6,000 steps on it, and it does undercount, to it’s no wonder I’m a bit draggy today.

It’s Always Something

28 Oct

Two weeks ago, The Squire fell on the patio and hurt his shoulder. “No big deal. I’m fine.” Uh-huh.

Monday, he asked me to take a look at the sole of his right foot, and we discovered he had a huge abscess. A quick call to his podiatrist, and I drove him up to the office for a look-see. (Because of the trouble The Squire has with his feet, his doctor is always quick to squeeze him in if there’s a problem.) He came out with his foot bandaged up, and two prescriptions – one for a cream and the other for some pills – and strict instructions not to put any weight on the foot at all. He hobbled into the house with his cane, but quickly discovered that the sore shoulder means he can’t use the crutches.

I rolled out the sofa bed so he wouldn’t have to tackle our steps and played Steppin Fetchit most of the day. When I replaced the dressing on his foot I saw a line of dots from near the ankle to the to of his big toe. “What’s that?” asked the nurse? “Oh. Dr. O says if the redness goes up as far as that line, I’m to go to the ER right away.” Lovely.

The Squire is an easy patient, and tries to do as much as possible for himself, but I am very much aware of how much there is to do around here when there’s only one person to do it!

Was There Ever Any Doubt?

19 Oct

Yesterday morning was a bit chilly, even by my standards – 36-F – and I wore a velour robe when I went out to take care of the various critters. I expected it to be the same this morning, but was closer to 50, so when I came in, I unzipped my robe and slipped my arms out, then zipped it back up and tied the sleeves in front.

The Squire was sitting at his computer, fully dressed, and wearing a sweater, while I was half naked. Same room, a foot or so apart, and I was roasting, while he was cold.

He looked at me and chuckled. “You know, if opposites attract, you and I were obviously made for each other.”

Vote Here

18 Oct

There’s been a tremendous amount of angst about mail-in ballots, long lines and “glitches” at polling places, and fake ballot boxes set up in some areas. This was Nick Anderson’s political cartoon for today, and it pretty much sums up the way the public feels around this entire business. The politicians are certainly not trying to make things easy for us, are they?

However, in spite of their best efforts, some of us have managed to get our ballots in – and counted.

I’m Fine. Really, I’m Just Fine

14 Oct

The church we attend is the descendant of Copley Parish, one of the churches founded by Queen Anne of England in 1692. The building originally stood several miles away, and the church followed the parishioners as the looked for greener – or at least less rocky – pastures. There was a church built on this site in the early 1700s, although the entire business was moved to Kingsville around 1811. The present church was built in 1974.

So – for the last several months, folks from the Harford County Historical Society and the Smithsonian have been conducting an archeological dig on the property. Grids have been marked, holes have been dug, dirt has been sifted, and ground-penetrating radar has been used. We have also been droned,

The Squire spent most of today – most of the last couple of weeks, as a matter of fact – pitching in with the work. Today he spent most of the day over there, and called me around 3:30 to say he was absolutely exhausted, and the rest of the team had told him to go home before he fell over. When he got in, I told him to go take a shower and I would start dinner. He said he wanted to take the recycling out to the road first, but he looked so awful I tried to shoo him into the bathroom, with a promise that I would take care of the wheelie bin. Next thing I know, Blaser is outside, barking his head off.

And The Squire is out like a light on the carport. He’d been trying to do something to the wheelie bin, lost his balance, and fallen over. He’d smacked him forehead, and has a goose egg, but he assured me I did NOT have to rush him to the hospital or call the clergy. He did go take that shower, and is now looking pale and interesting in the recliner, with an ice pack and a warm blanket.

I have crept in several times to make sure he’s still breathing, but all seems to be well in the kingdom.

An Unsolicited Testimonial

8 Oct

I’m working all this week, and since there’s no place around to buy lunch, I’ve been packing TV dinners to eat at my desk. Today, for the first time in recorded history, I opened a meal and discovered it actually looked exactly as pictured!

I grabbed a Healthy Choice Power Bowl from the frozen food aisle, and I was honestly startled to find nice bright carrot pieces and lovely green broccoli and sugar snap peas in the bowl. The plant-based “be’f” wasn’t bad, either. The rice, barley, and quinoa combination was not all mushy, the way they are normally. Really, really good.

I thought it was a bit skimpy, at 9 ounces, but you can’t have everything. The Squire had packed me a small salad, so I was good to go.

It’s October . . .

3 Oct

But wait! There’s more – insanity, I mean.

They have you covered from top to bottom.

This madness will probably go on until the first of the year.

We Voted!

1 Oct

Well, almost. We got the ballots in the mail today – one for me and one for The Squire – filled them out during supper, and will drop them off this evening on the way to do the shopping.

Now, it’s up to the rest of you!

Take Me Along!

1 Oct

I think she just watched the debate.