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Now We’re Cookin’

24 Aug

just barely

The wedding isn’t for another two weeks,  but what with one thing and another, I decided to get started on the cake now. The Bride had asked for carrot cake, which has the advantage of keeping well, and with my schedule – and The Squire’s – I figured I’d better get cracking.

Because of the size of the pans, I needed to make a double batch, and as you can see, I just barely make it! I could not have gotten another cup of anything in there! My trusty Oster grated four cups of carrots in nothing flat. Just as well, as I have to do this all over again – maybe tomorrow afternoon? I don’t want to leave anything until the last minute.

The Bride called here this afternoon, and left a message I couldn’t understand, but she called back to ask if either The Squire or I could take her to Aberdeen tomorrow. I can’t drive, so it’s up to The Squire. There’s an old song that goes, “If It Weren’t for Bad Luck, I’d Have No Luck At All”, and it fits this child down to the floor. She and a friend had gone out shopping for “wedding stuff”, had stopped at a traffic light, and a car pulled up behind them and stopped. Unfortunately, the next car along didn’t stop, and hit the middle car hard enough to push it into hers. She has a banged up spine, a mild concussion, and her car (which was fairly new) had to be towed away.

If it ain’t one thing…

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A Rolling Catastrophe

7 Jul

Tuesday, it was rolling stones. Yesterday, it was rolling catastrophes.

First of all, The Squire had to go in for an MRI on Tuesday, which took an hour and a half of lying flat on his back, with his arms over his head and being perfectly still.  And NPO, to boot. Try it some time.

On the way home, he stopped at the library – hey! a guy deserves a reward, y’know – and as he was  backing out of his slot, a car pulled in and they ran into each other. Since The Squire was backing up, he was considered to be at fault. My attitude is that if you are more than halfway out, the other person ought to be able to see you in plenty of time to stop.

However.

Yesterday, The Squire went to the Y and I went to the laundromat, where I spent a half an hour trying to discourage a fellow who thought I was single; I’ve gotten too heavy to wear my wedding band, so I’m going to have to get a band of some sort to preserve my sanity – and my honour. The Squire called to ask if I wanted to meet him for lunch; I didn’t, but he’d gotten the results from his MRI, and wanted company. (There are few words in the world less reassuring than “It might be a false positive.”)  As I was slowing down to make the turn, a car came up behind me, going much too fast. I heard the brakes squeal, and the fellow had to turn into the jersey wall to avoid hitting my car.

My only thought was “What was that in honor of?” and I kept going. I really should have stopped to see if he was OK, as he called the police and said I’d sideswiped his car. Since the damage was on his driver’s side, my car wasn’t damaged at all, and we were going in the same direction, it would have been difficult for me to have hit him at all, let alone on the driver’s side.

Well, he’s young, and Heaven knows what this would do to his insurance rates if he was found to be at fault, but it’s going to play hob with our insurance to have two accidents in as many days.

And then, the phone rang as I was fixing supper, and when I went to put it back, I hit my arm against the hot toaster oven, burned my arm and dropped the phone into the dishpan.

Never rains…

 

Bah, Humbug!

1 Jan

Well, this year is already off to a roaring start.

The woman from our church about whom I wrote several days ago died yesterday morning. She had dementia, and had suffered a stroke, so it was not unexpected, and her husband, while grieving, has expressed relief for her sake. The funeral is Thursday.

Our newly-minted (September, 2014) Suffragan Bishop, Heather Cook, was involved in a hit-and-run accident earlier this week. The official “spin” was that she left the scene of the accident – she returned 20 minutes later – but to me, “leaving the scene of an accident” means you ran over somebody’s mailbox and kept going.  Killing a man is a “hit and run”, make no mistake about it. Reports are now coming out that she was given probation before judgment in 2010 for driving three times over the legal limit, and having marijuana in her car.

Boy! Do we know how to pick ’em, or what? How in God’s name did she make it through the discernment process?

The LED bulbs we ordered for the dining room chandeliers arrived yesterday and are a total waste of money. Each one, which is supposed to be equal to a 30 watt bulb, is barely as bright as the nightlight we have in the bathroom.  If you know anybody in the market for ten 5 watt bulbs, I have a deal for you.

And the bronchitis The Squire and I have been fighting has come back with a vengeance. We may both end up at Patient First before the day is over.

The only bright spot was that our noisy neighbors didn’t have a wild party last night. The Squire and I went to bed around 10:30 and slept straight through without a blip.