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Good Night, Sweet Prince

17 Apr

I spent the better part of the morning watching the funeral for Prince Philip, who was a much beloved husband, father, and great grandfather.

This was a private, family funeral, as much as it can be, considering the people involved. My heart bleeds especially for the Queen, as well as for the rest of the family, unable to weep in private, but forced to mourn publicly. I’m sure, when the family gets “back home” in the privacy of Windsor, there will be hugs and tears, but I don’t understand how people manage to keep a stiff upper lip at times such as these. Jackie Kennedy comes to mind.

The Anglican service is always pitch-perfect; I have memories of other funerals we’ve attended that still make me wonder. I nearly lost it when they played Eternal Father and Flowers of the Forest. You’d really think that after all these years I’d be able to “get a grip”, as the saying goes.

I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead which die in the Lord: Even so, saith the Spirit, for they rest from their labours. BCP

Back on the Treadmill . . .

16 Apr

. . . and I’d hardly gotten off!

My agency found me a very nice job at a place not too far from home, working at the office two days a week, and from the end of the dining room table the other three days. Since Thanksgiving, I’d worked from home entirely. I enjoyed what I was doing, but when the job was winding down I admitted to The Squire that, money or no money, I was ready to take it easy (or easier!) for a while.

My last day at that position was on April 8th, and on the afternoon of the 9th the agency called to ask if I’d like to continue with that company, in a different position, three days a week. “Oh, golly, you shouldn’t have!”

Well, the first department thought you were wonderful, and your site boss really recommended you to the other supervisor. OK. OK. Flattery will get you everywhere.

I went in on Wednesday morning, and was introduced around, all that jazz, and then then my boss told me, “I understand you enjoy filing?” I do. I honestly DO enjoy filing – A,B,C, 1, 2, 3. No guessing games – just put things in order. BUT . . .

This is what greeted me on the first day! I had every bit of it done by lunch time the second day.

Now, if only I could figure out how to rotate this thing, we’d be in business!

Please Forget Your Gloves!

5 Apr

Some people seem to think that if they are wearing gloves, all is right with the world. When the Health Department came to look at our church kitchen, he told us to forget about the gloves, for essentially the reasons this nurse demonstrates.

Michigan Nurse Demonstrates How Easy Coronavirus Cross-Contamination Can Be – YouTube

Ye Have Done it Unto Me

4 Apr

St. Barnabas Episcopal Church, in Bay Village, Ohio, installed a statue of Jesus, and in less than half an hour, the police department received a complaint about a homeless person sleeping on a park bench. “We’re glad to temporarily host this statue of Homeless Jesus,” the church tweeted, “to raise awareness of homelessness in Cleveland and remind us that all people are created in the image of God.”

This morning, a friend sent me an article from Time Magazine, outlining the problems facing the homeless during the Covid crisis.

When West Virginia declared a state of emergency to arrest the coronavirus, the social network that aids the homeless froze along with everything else. Charities that offered daily meals and warming stations shut down. Volunteers, many elderly, were too afraid to work in the soup kitchens they usually ran. There was suddenly no place to eat or go to the bathroom. “Our homeless community found themselves being told to stay entirely outdoors,” says Kate Marshall, a charity worker in Wheeling, a city in the state’s northern panhandle. “There was not one indoor place to go from March until fall of 2020.”

The article goes on to state that, being ordered to shelter in place, deaths among the homeless rose from an average of 2 to 4 per year to a total of 22, a seven-fold increase. In San Francisco, the department of public health says deaths tripled over the past year in an unhoused population of 8,035. In Los Angeles, home to a vast homeless population tallied at 41,290, deaths increased by 32%, per the online news organization Capital & Main. Homeless deaths in Washington, D.C., soared by 54%. In New York City, the Coalition for the Homeless reported a death rate up 75%.

I was a stranger and you did not take Me in, I was naked and you did not clothe Me, I was sick and in prison and you did not visit Me.’

Matthew 25:43

Did You Know . . .

27 Mar

. . . that if you keep tomatoes on the counter too long, they start to sprout from the inside?

Do you know how disconcerting that is?


26 Mar

Or, as The Squire says, that God Awful Puzzle


This puzzle came in an unmarked box, with no picture to guide us. It is a watercolor and all of the colors blend into each other.

We both enjoy a challenge, but we truly do not need any extra frustration in our lives. It took us a week, and we have never taken longer than two days to complete any puzzle.

We took several pictures of it, printed off the best of the lot, and put the entire shebang back in the box, ready to pass off to the next poor soul.

Oh. The object behind all this was that the finished picture would solve a mystery. It doesn’t.

Live By the Sword . . .

24 Mar

This is from an article on MSN about the mass shooting in Boulder:

Denny Stong, 20, the youngest victim, worked for the King Soopers supermarket chain, according to his Facebook page. He listed planes, bikes and motorcycles as some of his interests.

In an apparent nod to the coronavirus pandemic, Stong had updated his Facebook profile picture to say, “I can’t stay home, I am a Grocery Store Worker.”

Stong celebrated a birthday this month and asked his friends to donate to the National Foundation for Gun Rights, whose website says it works “to expand pro-gun precedents and defend gun owners.”

Stong’s father, Nicholas Stong, declined to be interviewed Tuesday.

Sometimes, you get what you pay for.

A Glutton For Punishment

15 Mar

We both enjoy putting together jigsaw puzzles, but The Squire has outdone himself. He found a box under the stairs with one of those puzzles where there’s a mystery to be solved. The picture on the box is not the picture that will be completed, but the new picture will tell you whodunit.

So not only is there no picture, but the puzzle was painted with watercolors, so everything runs together. And it’s HUGE – 23″ by 29″, so it nearly covers the card table. A thousand pieces of utter vexation. He’s been at it for close to a week now – notice I said “he” – and is about half done. I ordered two new puzzles from a place called and I am dying to break one out and get started. I’m not going to spoil his fun, so I’ve wait until he gets that bloody thing completed, leave it on the table to admire for a few days, and then open a new box.

I enjoy a challenge, but Lord knows I don’t need any more frustration in my life.

One Down, One to Go

13 Mar

My BFF called the house Thursday morning to say she’d heard Harford County had some extra vaccine, and gave us the phone number to inquire. We managed to get an appointment, changed out of our Schlepping Rags and into something that didn’t look so awful folks would want to take up a collection for us, and sallied forth.

We were given a health questionnaire to complete, had it checked by an “intake” person, and sent off toward the gymnasium. The halls are so long that they had a lady with an orange flag, which looked as if it had been borrowed from a road crew, to point us in the right direction. The clerk at the door sent us to tables, where we got “shot”. My doctor introduced herself, rolled up my sleeve, poked me, applied a Band-Aid and had me off toward another table in probably no more time than it took me to type that sentence. By the time we had registered for our second shot, we were nearing the end of the 15 minute waiting period, so we were out the door. The entire business took less than half an hour.

Quick and painless.

The Frying Pan King

5 Mar

The Squire has a fetish. It sometimes seems as if every time that man sees a frying pan in the store he buys it. We had two sets on non-stick pans, and he came home the other day with yet another set.

He started out innocently enough with darker set in the back, which he bought at Aldi’s. Then after a few months, he stopped at some specialty shop and bought the light colored set. (Yes, Virginia, there is a smaller skillet, but it seems to be MIA right now. ) His most recent purchase is the black set. He claims the non-stick factor stops working, and he needs a new pan. I take comfort in the fact that he could have a lot worse habits, and since he does the bulk of the cooking, I really can’t complain.

Recently, he was bemoaning the fact that none of these have oven-proof handles, so he can’t make a proper frittata. He had that faraway look that usually presages a shopping trip, so I reminded him was already have skillets that will do exactly what he wants to do.


We have three different sizes of cast iron skillets under the cooktop.