Archive | January, 2022

It’s Snowing Hard as Rain!

16 Jan

We are just now having out first real snow of the season, and depending upon which station you believe, we are going to get three to five inches, or it will turn to rain before morning, and we’ll have a right mess. It started about 4:00, so I went out to feed all of the critters around here before things got out of hand. It’s the sort of snow that you can’t really see; it just looks foggy until you step out into it.

And thereby hangs a tale.

The Late and Unlamented insisted on being in charge of the money in our house. And I mean in charge. When I had suggested – assumed, really – we’d have a joint checking account, he looked at me as if I’d grown a second head. “I never heard of such a thing!” I certainly had – my parents had a joint account all of their married life. “Well, your mother always was crazy.” Okey-dokey. As a result, if I wanted anything at all I had to ask him for it. He insisted on going with me to the grocery store and questioning every item I put in the cart. Later on, he began giving me $35 every two weeks for groceries (this was in the mid-60s) and making me write down what each charge on the tape was for. Anything I couldn’t account for, he wanted me to pay him back.

One night, we were shopping at Polan’s, a long-gone store in Bel Air – a sort of cross between Walmart and a five-and-dime – when The Eldest Daughter came running from the front door, to announce “It’s snowing hard as rain! Do you think I can get a pair of real boots?”

The L & UL threw his cigarette on the floor, stomped on it, and began to yell. “Every time I think I’m going to have a few dollars to myself, you or that brat decide you want something!” Tina buried her face in my stomach, and everybody in the area turned to look at him.

Mind you, at the time, the poor child was wearing two pair of woolen socks and two bread bags when she went out because I wasn’t working, and somebody couldn’t afford to give up his beer and smokes. A friend finally gave me a pair of boots her son had outgrown.

And yes, he died a natural death.

Never a Camera

16 Jan

We have been inundated with starlings and grackles. Normally, they don’t show up en mass unless we have snow covering the ground, but they seem to have made an exception this season.

Yesterday, a red winged black bird landed at the feeder scattering all of the little birds. While he was gorging himself on seeds, a sparrow flew down – and began pecking the blackbird on the head! Defeated, or simply bewildered, the blackbird decamped, and the smaller birds flew back and continued eating.

Out of the Frying Pan

14 Jan

I finally gave up on my poison ivy, and Sunday afternoon I took myself down to the local Doc-in-a-Box for a look-see.

I have shingles.

Frankly, I’d rather have poison ivy. This will probably last longer, but at least it isn’t contagious. The doctor gave me a prescription for a steroid cream and some pills, and they seem to be working. At least I don’t have to keep changing the bed clothes to keep from spreading “the itch”.

You Have What?

9 Jan

Nobody gets poison ivy in the middle of the winter!

Except me.

I have no idea how I got it, but I have a nasty patch on my right arm, about three inches above my wrist. I’ve tried pretty much everything I can think of to stop the itching – calamine lotion, Oxyfresh Pro Relief (a sort of industrial-strength Ora-Gel), a mixture of powdered aspirin and hand lotion, and plain old laundry bleach. I even had the druggist did around in the back for some sort of poison ivy cream. Nada.

If anything, it’s getting worse. Instead of “simply” itching, it has become painful to touch. I’ll probably end up at a Doc-in-a-Box before the day is over.