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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.

Taming the Bottom Sheet

30 Sep

Every once in a while, my Mum’s oddities make sense.

The Squire is, to put it mildly, a very restless sleeper. He used to accuse me of stealing the covers, but in my defense I was only grabbing back what was mine in the first place. One year we went on a cruise and our cabin had twin bunks. When we got up in the morning, all I had to do was fluff up my pillow and smooth out the top sheet, and I was good to go. His bed, on the other hand, looked – by his own admission – as if he’d been wrestling bears.

And nothing much as changed! We have a fitted bottom sheet on our bed (does anybody still call them contour sheets?) and he still manages to have it half off the bed in the morning. If we were still using the flat sheets that were the only choice when you and I were young, Maggy, I really would have had to pull everything off and start over.

Last week I went up to Joann’s and bought some mitten clips and a packet of 1-inch elastic and made some anchors. I cut the elastic into four equal lengths, sewed a clip at each end, and then attached them to the top and bottom of the sheet, pulled the elastic under the mattress and hooked it on the sides of the sheet, and voila! the bloody sheet stays tight all night.

Normally, the clips are $3.49 a pair, but I managed to snag some at $20 for two dozen, and with a 40% coupon, they were reasonable enough. Even at full price they were slightly under $2 a pair, which beats the regular price all hollow!

The Word for Which We Have All Been Searching

29 Sep

Cockwomble: (Noun) A person, usually male, prone to making outrageously stupid statements and/or inappropriate behaviour while generally having a very high opinion of their own wisdom and importance.

Oh, Scotland! The English language is forever in your debt.

Live and Learn

24 Sep

I fixed Polenta Puttanesca for dinner today, and while the Puttanesca part went well, the polenta presented a bit of a problem.

The secret is to add the cornmeal to the pot very slowly. Normally, I let the cornmeal fall into the boiling water from my flour sifter, while I stir with my other hand. Today, I didn’t do that; I just dribbled the cornmeal directly from the measuring cup, which – of course – led to lumpy mess. I tried mashing the lumps against the side of the pot with the back of the spoon, breaking them up with a fork, and whipping the entire business with a wire whisk. I even put it into the electric mixer.

No joy.

“Aha! I will ladle the lumps into my potato ricer. That will break up the lumps and push them through the holes.” No such luck. Maybe it was because I used the finest of the three discs, but all of the lumps stayed behind, and I was left with a solid plate of cornmeal between the disc and the the plunger. I stirred in a bit of butter and some hot water, which helped, and once we poured the tomato sauce over it, neither of us noticed.

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Clean as a Whistle

23 Sep

With the help of my hair dryer and a skinny screwdriver, I managed to pop the plastic off the bottom of my saucepan. The largest piece came off immediately, but I had to use a bit of “Body English” on the sides.

A bit of steel wool will clean off the bottom and we’re home free.

Dumb Stunts

23 Sep

I was hustling around the kitchen, juggling pots and plates, trying to get dinner on the table. I sat this pan on a hot pad on the counter and noticed it wasn’t quite level, but figured I’d straighten it out “in a minute”.

This is what I discovered when I cleared the table after we ate.

I have no idea how – or if – I am going to get the gunk off the bottom of the saucepan. Aaargh!