tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36388501818079145862024-03-19T03:48:49.891-05:00THIS & THATGLIMPSES OF LIFE AT WORLDS END FARM.
Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.comBlogger1380125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-17136278811212694002024-03-18T11:57:00.001-05:002024-03-18T11:57:12.332-05:00Frieda and Flowers, Again<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Frieda does enjoy my flowers.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCb0dVIXg58BIGy8bO_p3LCcQZXXs_jLGmctia9yfy0FV8meirbMBiMKby2F3MTvpDvVSy_xtmVSxgzoLQyfqkdpNOEw1qCGzsp1VanthfJtIIaXQ3w3374JBqtAoxoMMXXKqMQlKTVdyWjzEDk7Jaxlg0Qox5y1g5C4-iLAHre7gnPRRh-cbbjQ8-PE/s3844/fullsizeoutput_1239.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3844" data-original-width="2880" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCb0dVIXg58BIGy8bO_p3LCcQZXXs_jLGmctia9yfy0FV8meirbMBiMKby2F3MTvpDvVSy_xtmVSxgzoLQyfqkdpNOEw1qCGzsp1VanthfJtIIaXQ3w3374JBqtAoxoMMXXKqMQlKTVdyWjzEDk7Jaxlg0Qox5y1g5C4-iLAHre7gnPRRh-cbbjQ8-PE/w480-h640/fullsizeoutput_1239.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I took the photo with my iPhone at night, from a distance, so a bit blurry, but then so am I. Sorry, Frieda. The day began dreary, now the sun is making a welcome appearance. We are to get measurable snow this week. It has happened once, in this part of the state, the entire winter. We desperately need moisture.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yesterday was a quiet, comfortable day of guilt-free leisure for me. Mark can't do leisure, he's too nervous/anxious, whatever it is. I have been forced into it and sometimes, when I feel it's my choice, I enjoy it. Monday = laundry day, so that is happening. I found a recipe for simple Italian bread I may make after lunch. My bread making has come down to the simplest of loaves. Life is narrowing down to the simplest of things and I'm allowing myself to realize that's ok. In case it isn't clear, I am by my nature a driven individual who has had a habit of forward motion. Maybe the fates forced me into slowing down and smelling the bread baking! I am learning to accept that which I cannot change, but to attempt to change to a reasonable degree. Such a philosopher.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The washing machine has given me the ding-ding signal it is finished, so I'd best be off to my scheduled duty. May you all move onto your own ding-ding signal.</span></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-15389375736770885482024-03-17T09:45:00.001-05:002024-03-17T09:45:32.480-05:00Pizza. Flowers. Cats.<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I disappeared from the internet yesterday. </span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We had a good afternoon with Matthew and Kelly. It was really enjoyable. They brought pepperoni pizza, vegan pizza, a fantastic salad and ice cream! Gatto made a nuisance of himself, Frieda and Jiggs stayed incognito. And.....they brought me flowers! We had a fun and happy time. Also a very good lunch.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kw9COJJMecZZ0BtMxELB2nJsTrXM_1HsOIPZeAGAI-4EfWbaA6VcvfNpXw1JP-mvlKj9iccFuE6fbVa7Qe2Vf0EBigeCXV84G5iwr7Esle1rVFpxt1jseh1vrA958GtZZOm0Otn5h848lX7SAVehenY528AzlC3KGkHYaGELlxrI_udpXujzrCAgPlU/s3793/fullsizeoutput_f07.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2844" data-original-width="3793" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kw9COJJMecZZ0BtMxELB2nJsTrXM_1HsOIPZeAGAI-4EfWbaA6VcvfNpXw1JP-mvlKj9iccFuE6fbVa7Qe2Vf0EBigeCXV84G5iwr7Esle1rVFpxt1jseh1vrA958GtZZOm0Otn5h848lX7SAVehenY528AzlC3KGkHYaGELlxrI_udpXujzrCAgPlU/w640-h480/fullsizeoutput_f07.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Frieda decided to taste test the leaves of the flowers. When I attempted to get better photographic evidence of her crime, she jumped off the table. Brat Cat.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBd2NwruzzLnwJ761ACOrZaHKpbaED1wTdfDBfzji8fW4FHN0vbH3x522H_5WK2d2ndWAD3BJ-jJ8utNT7Y5hn0-NS-Lmw4SCCopZMURX5cM8Cho7AMa7dLAaN_-M5-OXlUArqJA4o55aLuxPtIWa18qvsCU6xqif64GMOPO_2jDQZr-Lw-M2l95cYbcE/s4032/M+Yy2sSeQHGkAntqCaPPJQ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBd2NwruzzLnwJ761ACOrZaHKpbaED1wTdfDBfzji8fW4FHN0vbH3x522H_5WK2d2ndWAD3BJ-jJ8utNT7Y5hn0-NS-Lmw4SCCopZMURX5cM8Cho7AMa7dLAaN_-M5-OXlUArqJA4o55aLuxPtIWa18qvsCU6xqif64GMOPO_2jDQZr-Lw-M2l95cYbcE/w480-h640/M+Yy2sSeQHGkAntqCaPPJQ.jpg" width="480" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">As soon as the invaders vacated the premises Miss Priss came out of the bedroom she was considering a jail cell. Wide eyes scanning the scene before clearly establishing it was all clear.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh90P7B5ol4D2viZGrwwS7pcajmNwIBi_ScvryPSbmVZikDEZzZ64H2r_67juQkZWRJPpgX3VjNWY0CNEGcy2ZRD1cjMLp7aCYgSZ1uxS2tLztGemLWPqw02jDarvakZUEP5lDWPzwD1mSsHePkRo6A_KD9M1KLXYjMji58p61ElrSv0gj2-l6EtECfX88/s3024/fullsizeoutput_f06.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2825" data-original-width="3024" height="598" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh90P7B5ol4D2viZGrwwS7pcajmNwIBi_ScvryPSbmVZikDEZzZ64H2r_67juQkZWRJPpgX3VjNWY0CNEGcy2ZRD1cjMLp7aCYgSZ1uxS2tLztGemLWPqw02jDarvakZUEP5lDWPzwD1mSsHePkRo6A_KD9M1KLXYjMji58p61ElrSv0gj2-l6EtECfX88/w640-h598/fullsizeoutput_f06.heic" width="640" /></a></div></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now it's time for some porch therapy to calm herself after the invasion of the strange two-leggers. Seriously......what were we thinking?</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0KAHJ9pUpA01FZ3lhdrIKts8-ZkAKoUfJbO4MDEMczV46DD3K6pq2_ShJh91FsZyZiBzwtk6f6IEeK7IU5mHbdBYFBYR7609yUdwqWRl4_b0JOVqDUSZ15hNl4e0zJ_5F1ZPsa3UzJrVWTtK1r3p5s1CrBRRDVElsDerCpoWzVSWfpDca7bxoTQ1I6Q/s3348/fullsizeoutput_f09.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3348" data-original-width="3023" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0KAHJ9pUpA01FZ3lhdrIKts8-ZkAKoUfJbO4MDEMczV46DD3K6pq2_ShJh91FsZyZiBzwtk6f6IEeK7IU5mHbdBYFBYR7609yUdwqWRl4_b0JOVqDUSZ15hNl4e0zJ_5F1ZPsa3UzJrVWTtK1r3p5s1CrBRRDVElsDerCpoWzVSWfpDca7bxoTQ1I6Q/w578-h640/fullsizeoutput_f09.jpeg" width="578" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's been a long time since we have had company. Mostly, I would say this is due to the problems I've had the past three years. Also a change in social dynamics. I never had a lot of people in my life and as time goes on it dwindles. Mark has a LARGE family, but I was considered unacceptable by his mother, being divorced with a child, urban and <i>NOT CATHOLIC. </i>The behavior was unacceptable, so that is his world, not mine. It is not a sore spot, not any longer. We do need to make more of an effort to see my only relation and his wife more often. It was a pleasant day, indeed.</span></span></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-69063316334428102662024-03-14T14:04:00.002-05:002024-03-14T14:04:27.380-05:00Soup and Cats and Vacuums<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I found out it's Pi Day when the nerd I married starts rattling off the numbers. I asked him what in this world he was doing and he said, like I should care, it's Pi day and I'm remembering the numbers. As I often say, I married him voluntarily. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHkz7KbbWRXJL6ruj-M6w-u8ZGe4UjA4f6w4ZlYxUCoEiv9lsipPCbwPLSvHucP_fxOnKCQtaUUC-ttDqndFlynUrltYaPLOzkW0liSTvPhb8n4YrQL9587lSGU_kuQLVSaLS5Rb0XgOjrFqrORlBKfOFOrcTD5TbHSdJWuRWPe-0XeVhUJRE9em6ICzc/s3673/IMG_2369.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3673" data-original-width="3012" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHkz7KbbWRXJL6ruj-M6w-u8ZGe4UjA4f6w4ZlYxUCoEiv9lsipPCbwPLSvHucP_fxOnKCQtaUUC-ttDqndFlynUrltYaPLOzkW0liSTvPhb8n4YrQL9587lSGU_kuQLVSaLS5Rb0XgOjrFqrORlBKfOFOrcTD5TbHSdJWuRWPe-0XeVhUJRE9em6ICzc/w328-h400/IMG_2369.jpeg" width="328" /></a></div><br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Math Guy also thought it might mean I would make a pie. Fat chance, buddy. All I had in me for today was soup. I have obviously been off my game when it's mentioned to me that we haven't had soup in a long time. I made enough for a week of lunches. So there, put that in the ol Pi hole!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I think I may be feeling a little feisty today. The pain med may be working. Which is good, as I am having company on Saturday and I haven't so much as looked at a vacuum nor a broom. As it's six years since DIL has been here, I think I should maybe fluff the homestead up a bit. We are very close.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mark has headed to Fleet Farm to buy the grain for the equines and chow for the cats. I'm not only feeding our six kitties, but two strays that have been giving me sad, hungry eyes.There's food and water on the back deck and on the front porch, as well as Howard's old doggo bed. Mark has repeated a few times we don't need anymore cats. One of them is very friendly. 🤷🏻♀️ Gatto finds it all so interesting.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJtlUBEDG4T7BdqcaQ9Pal7f3bjbrzTssYjMAMU_cRkwBihFSLJ8PVFf0uaHtqo2sK9z8sjzXjMXvbvJuytnFYkJJPRKJLjKiQhiAlvRhHXxknmrJS8pSX7r9wGaKHTtrgBKKfZ-xThN1N9XNVnKfL-tdZ_Ms8zv1VTXKOpNro50JjNvJ16u-NiqXBc8/s2973/IMG_2359.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2506" data-original-width="2973" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJtlUBEDG4T7BdqcaQ9Pal7f3bjbrzTssYjMAMU_cRkwBihFSLJ8PVFf0uaHtqo2sK9z8sjzXjMXvbvJuytnFYkJJPRKJLjKiQhiAlvRhHXxknmrJS8pSX7r9wGaKHTtrgBKKfZ-xThN1N9XNVnKfL-tdZ_Ms8zv1VTXKOpNro50JjNvJ16u-NiqXBc8/w640-h540/IMG_2359.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgX62L7tJLCjKXrAfyZGsSCpZuBeSRkk9HZ5rqCJQgWoXFblm3iZVHz4XUoAgGZkeq3Z4XPPIO-4MEZzDaxWLSXvef8dU48kVDsgCOLIDmpgUcRImpVxEx_lILNr6GFrcXZ0Arsvjkxk0E6B5GnOW6w__skz1oROi-8s9lC5qZ8a-ybS5N3EiU3G_5kU/s2998/IMG_2360.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2435" data-original-width="2998" height="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgX62L7tJLCjKXrAfyZGsSCpZuBeSRkk9HZ5rqCJQgWoXFblm3iZVHz4XUoAgGZkeq3Z4XPPIO-4MEZzDaxWLSXvef8dU48kVDsgCOLIDmpgUcRImpVxEx_lILNr6GFrcXZ0Arsvjkxk0E6B5GnOW6w__skz1oROi-8s9lC5qZ8a-ybS5N3EiU3G_5kU/w640-h520/IMG_2360.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This fellow is an intact male. I need to decide if he will live here or if I'll take him to a shelter. If he lives here, I'll need to neuter him. The other is likely male as he is orange and I think over 50% born are male. He is not touchable. He does stare through the glass at me, though. I did have seven large dogs at one time, so what's a few cats? </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Anyway......I should probably grab a vacuum and pretend to be cleaning my cat house. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-1163086768469439002024-03-12T09:45:00.001-05:002024-03-12T09:45:49.849-05:00Grumble, Grumble. Life is a Tumble<p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I had an appointment yesterday with Mark's primary. I saw her once before about six weeks ago. We are trying Celebrex for pain. She mentioned seeing someone in pain management. I had done that at the prior clinic and it was a joke. She assured me this would be better. We agreed to wait on the results of the new pain med. I am cautiously liking her, I don't know if she is doing the same!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The social butterfly that I am, I'll be venturing out two days in a row. I need to renew my drivers license, which is expired. I have an appointment today, an opportunity for a new mugshot.</span> <span style="font-size: large;">Joy to the world.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The time change has me out of sorts, more than usual. I am a proponent of staying on standard time year round. It does give us something to grumble about for at least a month (the whole time we are on DST). We are both excellent grumblers.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbHeANGTq9_Hc2gTD0f0hhFRcRK3ZDhhxZTobGZHlW5dDPrHuIWrPMVh65DkpAW8BxEe2C0ehXSzCsvuhpvkGO7tmb524KE7DWLYk-LlEVzMfN4_Sk2X0-S3-IIbNZ3yQSfaTRfoC4YnLtLa1dgOB5ieQAvY63CMdXOvDswpRMeB2_-p50AavDuM3qgA/s3072/IMG_2960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3072" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbHeANGTq9_Hc2gTD0f0hhFRcRK3ZDhhxZTobGZHlW5dDPrHuIWrPMVh65DkpAW8BxEe2C0ehXSzCsvuhpvkGO7tmb524KE7DWLYk-LlEVzMfN4_Sk2X0-S3-IIbNZ3yQSfaTRfoC4YnLtLa1dgOB5ieQAvY63CMdXOvDswpRMeB2_-p50AavDuM3qgA/w640-h426/IMG_2960.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-57806280199583406512024-03-10T11:25:00.001-05:002024-03-10T11:25:51.565-05:00<p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I dreamt last night I was out walking my deceased dog, Howard. Somehow he got into a pasture with cattle and was not listening when I called him. Imagine that, a basset not listening. I was upset with him, he was enjoying his journey among the steers. Then I see Diamond Rose and her foal, Zing, in the same pasture. This is weird because Mama Rose died at Zing's birth, but there they were, cantering along the fence line like it was a perfectly normal thing. The dream suddenly transitioned to Jesus winning a beauty contest. Everyone was so happy. OK. Where did that come from? This was the pretty blonde, blue-eyed Jesus that's in so many paintings. It was a seemingly normal event. What happened to Howard and the horses, I do not know. If there was a celebration after the beauty contest, I must have missed it. I decided to write about this because Boud wrote about a dream she had that was right out of left field. Maybe there was something in the atmosphere last night?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGlzLafj5GLfYLek-dyXGncODUmBrCGMtS1-Ues7IUb93td9wx2xt5Qenns30cfEBLNB8YAjhNMpYyZ4eVpyR1k7aIy6jleuJH8Om87PTVB7hSfrXBwcvaSO9t_afve2x_UrmgMZ045xqkQICLlSoqfcnsdGwU0pwYgeBUdtud5d6xehRD0mPhlEiBa4/s2394/fullsizeoutput_f03.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2394" data-original-width="2104" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGlzLafj5GLfYLek-dyXGncODUmBrCGMtS1-Ues7IUb93td9wx2xt5Qenns30cfEBLNB8YAjhNMpYyZ4eVpyR1k7aIy6jleuJH8Om87PTVB7hSfrXBwcvaSO9t_afve2x_UrmgMZ045xqkQICLlSoqfcnsdGwU0pwYgeBUdtud5d6xehRD0mPhlEiBa4/w562-h640/fullsizeoutput_f03.jpeg" width="562" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNf4JBdMARKcuoKTMkw3jzABvbEbD34pLo6l7o9M9dPGc8qXnJfKU1Hxzz4V1GCYHc5IcStmMEStOGuDRC5NgXofOecM7-BJIjefymk_dorU3i9TjDoA9VKuP-44rL6rWDNS-7o0z63cMDkTLDMYzcO4hXbs-guqgTR4jf__jU9e62CrzL6OX-uAig8U/s2546/fullsizeoutput_f04.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2546" data-original-width="2211" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNf4JBdMARKcuoKTMkw3jzABvbEbD34pLo6l7o9M9dPGc8qXnJfKU1Hxzz4V1GCYHc5IcStmMEStOGuDRC5NgXofOecM7-BJIjefymk_dorU3i9TjDoA9VKuP-44rL6rWDNS-7o0z63cMDkTLDMYzcO4hXbs-guqgTR4jf__jU9e62CrzL6OX-uAig8U/w556-h640/fullsizeoutput_f04.jpeg" width="556" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Howard B. Hound</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-87498313226069592142024-03-08T09:13:00.003-06:002024-03-08T09:13:24.336-06:00Spark of Floral Color<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sitting with my heating pad on the other side of the room, I get to see these lovely geraniums, which have been blooming all winter. Aren't they pretty. As you can see, yesterday was dreary and windy. We have sunshine today and strong wind. The geraniums and rosemary are oblivious.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA2YJGALkN3gkODAFFSGlmobGw18yeFtVRHpR-0NjfBh_7-LEIGmEQ4EV9G5aOmdjTHzeTE0WLY962RYkAnjKNlKVRt2BBAR56qv4CeLnTNqV_MP1Nq5paDUL0S-94x-DoC53W57P27AeKQfwnltkN1dPpjPVOZuScDDTu2d2iTEXEiQfFkeRdSLpAjE8/s4032/fullsizeoutput_f02.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA2YJGALkN3gkODAFFSGlmobGw18yeFtVRHpR-0NjfBh_7-LEIGmEQ4EV9G5aOmdjTHzeTE0WLY962RYkAnjKNlKVRt2BBAR56qv4CeLnTNqV_MP1Nq5paDUL0S-94x-DoC53W57P27AeKQfwnltkN1dPpjPVOZuScDDTu2d2iTEXEiQfFkeRdSLpAjE8/w640-h480/fullsizeoutput_f02.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I texted the son yesterday to see if we could move to Sunday, giving me one more day to hopefully improve. He has plans so he said let's just do next Saturday, what's one more week. I agreed. That takes pressure off, I'd like to be good company. We could wait till June and do my half birthday!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I missed the State of the Union address last evening. We forgot about it. I did catch the last ten minutes, looks like it may have been interesting. I think it's going to be a bumpy ride.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">In the meantime, have the best day you can muster!</span></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-62812853987385126442024-03-06T09:54:00.001-06:002024-03-06T10:23:24.018-06:00After the Fall<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The last couple of days the pain from my tumble was bad. Today is somewhat better, thankfully. It's no surprise that I hurt, I landed on a wood floor with a clunk. It's a sunny, mild day and I was just informed by Mark he is taking the afternoon off to strip some stalls. This is a fine example of our lives.....take an afternoon off to do a different form of work! I do not know how we manage such exciting lives!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This poor photo of last evenings dinner is not up to how good the food was. I had a small amount of leftover steelhead trout I used with asparagus, garlic, tarragon and red peeper (came back to edit this but who wouldn't like red peeper flakes!) flakes in a wee bit of cream. I do love a simple meal, easy to make and good to eat. I bought prosciutto and fresh mozzarella for pizza, something I haven't made for quite awhile. I can tell I haven't been interested in cooking, pizza is normally a regular item. I'm going to go all out and make a dough that spends a couple of days in the refrigerator. I usually don't plan ahead, so I haven't ever made one. Stay tuned.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQz9VJtZG31IKputRzG2hLV_kAadTavEdyPY2-maprpztrRMhKEj97SLCsSGyZHH2iAzQ7vEzuq9mcVpN5e7_WTzGLzMAo8boEGmDzJ595V-S4rEQPRKp6mei7n4CBNLO1DDpJjv_Is6MMqKzi-XvqK4_8H0kYQu8gvyzXeAD1n02oFzX9Taj5-1KJjcY/s4032/fullsizeoutput_eff.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQz9VJtZG31IKputRzG2hLV_kAadTavEdyPY2-maprpztrRMhKEj97SLCsSGyZHH2iAzQ7vEzuq9mcVpN5e7_WTzGLzMAo8boEGmDzJ595V-S4rEQPRKp6mei7n4CBNLO1DDpJjv_Is6MMqKzi-XvqK4_8H0kYQu8gvyzXeAD1n02oFzX9Taj5-1KJjcY/w640-h480/fullsizeoutput_eff.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm expecting the son and his wife on Saturday for a delayed celebration of my birthday. He is bringing the food, which makes me very happy. It will be nice to have company. We always saw Bill at least a couple of times a week but he is going through some things and has been absent most of the winter. I realize in his absence how much we enjoyed his visiting. It's been about 18 months since we have seen the DIL and it's been six years since she has been here! They are busy with jobs and life and time can slip away. I do need to remove cat hair before they arrive. Life in a cat house.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">May we all take the time to say hello to those in our lives.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div> <p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-64650164346526851142024-03-04T13:45:00.001-06:002024-03-04T13:45:13.817-06:00Took a Tumble<p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Last evening. A hard one. Ever since the brain injury I have had poor balance. I stopped riding because it felt unsafe. I'm now older and I have been inactive for three years, making my already poor balance worse. I wear sliders, comfortable, thick soled footwear which is proving unsafe for me. The sole is about two inches thick, so I need to pick my feet up higher than is my normal, which I don't always do. I have a step-up from the living room to the kitchen, this time I didn't pick my foot up high enough and snagged the sole on the step, sending me backward in a clumsy fall. The worst part was Mark. He was a hot mess, hovering and sure I was taking my last breath.</span> <span style="font-size: large;">Long story short, nothing was injured, I was quite sore, but all parts worked. This morning I was fine, my back hurt just a bit more, but that was it. Lesson learned, no more sliders.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-86935197442536962362024-03-02T08:52:00.000-06:002024-03-02T08:52:03.681-06:00Hard Headed Woman<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have tinnitus, very annoying, but you get used to it. If you didn't it would drive you mad. I also hear songs, ear worms I guess they are called. One will stick around for awhile and then be replaced by another. I have had this song in my head for way too long. I like the song. Cat Steven was one of my favorites and still is, even though he became a fundamentalist Muslim and stopped his music for decades. That made me sad and probably a little angry. I guess he was searching for something and that's where he landed. He's back to music again. Better late than never, I suppose. Anyway.....last night I was thinking about this so this morning it becomes a blog post. I would like a new tune running through my muddled brain. Maybe this is payback for likely being a hard headed woman myself. Mea culpa, now go away! BTW, Tea for the Tillerman, imo, is a flawless album. I'm sure not everyone would agree, but I am a hard headed woman.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/IsEeHFVyq08?si=jSfz1dPhbRm6ZqR9" width="480"></iframe></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-60789131040722225702024-03-01T09:58:00.000-06:002024-03-01T09:58:02.996-06:00Bounce! Go Ahead....Bounce!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Can you guess his name?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQI3yIPytuq77m5iW8GEGMsjSG_2geSNZZCBlTO3wdCpEvRC78FjcvEbFkIKy01rvHEl0EaYyMTkVv_9hblwvjajc-ASRcGYmy-fByVHYMTC0vr8oRajwEzuS4OzwXDPaVRipHPViMf7byhxxPDEVCtZ9cO4HyxCx7HwUu5Ku0EVYKG7zFnytauAz3VnU/s1475/IMG_2141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1306" data-original-width="1475" height="566" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQI3yIPytuq77m5iW8GEGMsjSG_2geSNZZCBlTO3wdCpEvRC78FjcvEbFkIKy01rvHEl0EaYyMTkVv_9hblwvjajc-ASRcGYmy-fByVHYMTC0vr8oRajwEzuS4OzwXDPaVRipHPViMf7byhxxPDEVCtZ9cO4HyxCx7HwUu5Ku0EVYKG7zFnytauAz3VnU/w640-h566/IMG_2141.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">Bounce!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">My good friend, who kept her mare here, named him. He came out of the womb with a bounce. He was probably a weanling, perhaps a yearling in the photo. He's now 22, I think. I had him saddle trained and was ready to sell when we had the market crash and everything went to hell. So he lives with us, along with many others. He and his brother are mischief makers, I think you can see that in him in this photo. Scamper (Judy also named him) is a real naughty pants! They do not grow out of it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We are breaking temperature records. Sunday will be 70F. In March. In Minnesota. Not good. I blame this weather for my constant sinus problems. It's a misery, let me tell you. Mark is also have trouble with it and that's unusual for him. My son is having a tooth extraction at an oral surgeon today. We wish him luck. They are planning on visiting next Saturday, so I need to start feeling better.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">That's all, I guess. I just thought I'd give your day a little Bounce!</span></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-47166712978481797972024-02-28T11:46:00.001-06:002024-02-28T11:46:59.373-06:00Fennel, Avocado and Clutter<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I got an order from Misfits today that included my favorite, fennel, and avocados which are new to me. Ettinger, or fuente. They were the most popular avocado, according to wikipedia, until the 1950s. They are supposed to have a mild flavor and a yellowish tinge. They aren't ripe so I will need to wait to experience this new, to me, flavor of avocado. This is my first Misfits order in at least eight months. After the merger with Imperfect Foods it didn't really work for me. I do better overall locally, but there were a couple of specialty items I wanted so I added these as well as some chard. They do generally have good fennel, I'll give them that.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgg81Wxof2_RY2iXmRnO8VwZIUlDiF6v0bGG_cTsyQ93HrH28tRjvavgrx-9iXduTKec2Lfhy_ZpKNcwmf6WfWPp3j9i_vYsxq4jOL30Y9BPo6brXiuSXKDLWlyZDC9HijJWOcLWzQOwPZBoz4jgUSgplJhOewYXdlLLcn00inm80-Qvi3DrwNcgwr0s/s4032/fullsizeoutput_ef4.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgg81Wxof2_RY2iXmRnO8VwZIUlDiF6v0bGG_cTsyQ93HrH28tRjvavgrx-9iXduTKec2Lfhy_ZpKNcwmf6WfWPp3j9i_vYsxq4jOL30Y9BPo6brXiuSXKDLWlyZDC9HijJWOcLWzQOwPZBoz4jgUSgplJhOewYXdlLLcn00inm80-Qvi3DrwNcgwr0s/w480-h640/fullsizeoutput_ef4.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We, like just about everyone else, are having very strange weather. It was 3F this morning with a high of 20F today. Tomorrow will be 50F and then it climbs from there. I think this may become the norm and I don't like it. I know it doesn't matter what I like, but there it is.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I listened to a program on MPR this morning about decluttering, something I seem to be doing often over many years. I haven't been a shopper in any significant way for years, but from the looks of things, I sure was. Considering how much I have already donated and what is still here unused, I had a habit. A habit I seem to have shifted toward horses about forty years ago. That's economical! I do think about it after spending eight months at my mother's house after she died. I think the son probably thinks about all those horses and cats if we went toes up right now. I don't blame him for that. The things one doesn't consider when younger. So....today I plan to clean up my office, which has become a dumping ground for things I just haven't been motivated to put away. Wish me luck.</span></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-16952889622941911482024-02-25T10:37:00.001-06:002024-02-25T10:37:15.186-06:00Raccoons and other Stuff<p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Good morning. I could say good morning sunshine, because the sun is shining. Mark and I have both been having sinus problems. So has Neighbor Bill. I kind of think it's because we haven't had a winter at all and all those spores, or whatever you call them, haven't been killed by the cold. It makes for some miserable days, that's all I will say!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">My thrice delayed birthday gathering with the son and his wife is on for the ninth of March. Unless something happens. Which is always a possibility. Life is, as per usual, filled with cat and horse shenanigans, along with the capers of a raccoon who has made this his (?) home for three winters now. He is nonplussed by human, cat or horse presence, gleefully filling his belly with cat food and foraging along the aisle. His coat is beautiful and his weight is plump. The cats and horses don't think anything of his presence, he's part of the menagerie. Mark gave him the original name of Rocky and the fella looks up when he hears the name. I never thought we would have a raccoon.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I think I'm off to make a lentil and sausage soup. I've been under the weather for several days, with no desire to do any cooking. Lunch has been coming from the deli. I have the stock and sausage so I need to use it or lose it.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-60592627766467250152024-02-22T09:55:00.000-06:002024-02-22T09:55:13.719-06:00Trapper Murphy<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is for you, Anvil Cloud. I mentioned a trapper hat as a solution to your toque problem. Here is Murphy unhappily modeling one. He was a good boy and gave the best side eye!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rf2YSqmOnA5TEb9TujCCAJ-a19UbkCTLa7PWPSbMMOxKYlxOxCujJFODx36NuB5-PbOXrCtIuL2dvpKRjiZT9zMDXCqeZ28Od6cNJijQNCtT3smBjpbNl-Cc5WTgzMQy2akeavqJLScRtasNHLhIL5CO6S65e-F0Y0ybzobRZyCEm437XJQN1AvCa1A/s3778/fullsizeoutput_3ed.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3778" data-original-width="2547" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rf2YSqmOnA5TEb9TujCCAJ-a19UbkCTLa7PWPSbMMOxKYlxOxCujJFODx36NuB5-PbOXrCtIuL2dvpKRjiZT9zMDXCqeZ28Od6cNJijQNCtT3smBjpbNl-Cc5WTgzMQy2akeavqJLScRtasNHLhIL5CO6S65e-F0Y0ybzobRZyCEm437XJQN1AvCa1A/w432-h640/fullsizeoutput_3ed.jpeg" width="432" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Another sunny morning. We spent part of it searching for Gatto. He is always active in the morning and he was nowhere to be found. We were both concerned he had somehow slipped out of the house. Mark found him by accident, lying on the cabinet, behind the TV, looking out the window and sunning himself. Most unusual for him. Now we can both relax.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I do believe I will make bread today. I'm trying to get back into that groove. I also need to put shrimp on the shopping list. Boud made a curried shrimp that has me salivating. Now I want it. Otherwise....same old same old. There are worse things.</span></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-88254857660553523342024-02-21T08:57:00.001-06:002024-02-21T08:57:10.139-06:00Roses Are Orange<p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Good crisp and sunny morning to you! </span> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_U_zX-ZYiCocnjgCN0K1-0EaX6bNyo2Q8xeTXgsrLkvcB54FmAPhb7MYQ_buzUiSqc92C8_48HMypYh59ZE7BIBHHdw4yGePC3W5TabAEwxMgtSTZ4HGh-WvKd11e4EiNDCVvLduu1PoJ_v30SuVAmUeulVxlqnd3K1faPxp808QLz7Dssrs1iIrj4B0/s3072/IMG_2887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3072" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_U_zX-ZYiCocnjgCN0K1-0EaX6bNyo2Q8xeTXgsrLkvcB54FmAPhb7MYQ_buzUiSqc92C8_48HMypYh59ZE7BIBHHdw4yGePC3W5TabAEwxMgtSTZ4HGh-WvKd11e4EiNDCVvLduu1PoJ_v30SuVAmUeulVxlqnd3K1faPxp808QLz7Dssrs1iIrj4B0/w640-h426/IMG_2887.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">No, we haven't been warm enough for roses to bloom, but who knows what is in store, weather-wise, anymore. All is well here, although it's that time of year, the in-between time, when there is little change from one day to the next. I used to long for time to waste, or perhaps I should say, relax and enjoy. I do have some plans, on a small scale, to make myself useful and productive today. I may even follow through. That would be newsworthy!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-46952908898281237162024-02-19T09:24:00.000-06:002024-02-19T09:24:18.642-06:00Good Morning<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">If I didn't have cats....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAdM3VP5Qg2D9p2XzvAEaPDx09hzdFeHFnKxzFnY1sHD66TAk5Btfz20PuL8cmXaMjAgEQhpYONp_AL8jsBd3P1aqBsl2IR7uOw1tXwEoZs5dz1QInqwI9h_HU6pqhbUEq-K_HM-BEPggmhBP4zNVBDaSCKTSCeeKR920gw5idCkv5iaORGDElhPHm0Y/s4032/fullsizeoutput_ef1.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAdM3VP5Qg2D9p2XzvAEaPDx09hzdFeHFnKxzFnY1sHD66TAk5Btfz20PuL8cmXaMjAgEQhpYONp_AL8jsBd3P1aqBsl2IR7uOw1tXwEoZs5dz1QInqwI9h_HU6pqhbUEq-K_HM-BEPggmhBP4zNVBDaSCKTSCeeKR920gw5idCkv5iaORGDElhPHm0Y/w400-h300/fullsizeoutput_ef1.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaxWRZeXPxR6crwDBbQoRIj4yr3DxC-5O_o9ho_SKUYP-qBCgRkaM7fY3zJ5ljs2Z8repmROQAP6zERwJsxHhK-_yeMPB45oBz1bUJjpPQPmY4j9ogrmY_0amHhZLV3gYjkwKNezdNpn16L7wCAxEcs1LSR4lfh0vzrasRnqMfWzpJteXkImtjSwUQ6p4/s3700/fullsizeoutput_ef3.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2818" data-original-width="3700" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaxWRZeXPxR6crwDBbQoRIj4yr3DxC-5O_o9ho_SKUYP-qBCgRkaM7fY3zJ5ljs2Z8repmROQAP6zERwJsxHhK-_yeMPB45oBz1bUJjpPQPmY4j9ogrmY_0amHhZLV3gYjkwKNezdNpn16L7wCAxEcs1LSR4lfh0vzrasRnqMfWzpJteXkImtjSwUQ6p4/w400-h305/fullsizeoutput_ef3.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">I wouldn't have anything!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I weirdly enjoy photographing the fur balls at night. I'm continuously amazed at how well the camera phone works in the dark. Did you see those golden hightops? I read they are selling out. P.T Barnum knew what he was talking about, there is a fool born every minute. That's all I have to say......</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The horses had round bales put out for them this morning, so all is right in equine land. Eating machines. They are doing well, even the twenty-nine year old Babe. My geriatric herd. Speaking of geriatric, the medication the NP prescribed seems to be helping with my pain. I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I am cautiously hopeful. One would think someone would have thought of addressing the pain over these years, yes?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">That's my only k'vetch today. </span></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-33226784570146155162024-02-15T09:55:00.000-06:002024-02-15T09:55:55.910-06:00Winter Wonderland<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It snowed yesterday afternoon into evening.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcvtV_du_BTqQzAoGecvdBl6LTN7ukK-dzA1CYc4nn1yOYqAbjAMEd0ojQIs3BxvMBCCtXWPJmLB_u-LnEji_P6jEnn9i1AsrcjXmTfcjkyc0xIto9On0E2tC0xeRnD_adnFstt3DNpUXziBKTQylFnYQcc00acLLAUEA1nh2CJqPiaU-eFNJNj9r2iw/s4032/nTxLgVrERw+MW3grakqW1A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcvtV_du_BTqQzAoGecvdBl6LTN7ukK-dzA1CYc4nn1yOYqAbjAMEd0ojQIs3BxvMBCCtXWPJmLB_u-LnEji_P6jEnn9i1AsrcjXmTfcjkyc0xIto9On0E2tC0xeRnD_adnFstt3DNpUXziBKTQylFnYQcc00acLLAUEA1nh2CJqPiaU-eFNJNj9r2iw/w480-h640/nTxLgVrERw+MW3grakqW1A.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifsRasP9OnmFEsoOC782xnGv5yUKxPQoZlcqI27NQ_qnHJNpUvdMimSW5YIlH2xZpRl845ovhumCGyb8zbGe42SG29Ue04Py8fsAVjj0TCskC_OTpgQ_BDTrLbmkUzzDdTnJ5YmduOHM-VCfN-Tt0yy3fjMLviwYCfHWVwHINmvFLeFZHZtnnoeQ8oQ-o/s4032/zukB1QuXTPOotIT4ZN1S%25g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifsRasP9OnmFEsoOC782xnGv5yUKxPQoZlcqI27NQ_qnHJNpUvdMimSW5YIlH2xZpRl845ovhumCGyb8zbGe42SG29Ue04Py8fsAVjj0TCskC_OTpgQ_BDTrLbmkUzzDdTnJ5YmduOHM-VCfN-Tt0yy3fjMLviwYCfHWVwHINmvFLeFZHZtnnoeQ8oQ-o/w640-h480/zukB1QuXTPOotIT4ZN1S%25g.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">First snow of 2024.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The tree is still lying there. This time it isn't Mark putting it off. Bill hasn't been feeling well, therefore he hasn't fixed Mark's chainsaw. It will likely rot before it's cut up. I've become used to it as part of the landscape.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I had a dream last night with my last trainer in it. That's really all I remember, she and I doing something with my long dead Shaka. She never worked Shaka, so that is odd. This morning I thought about when Kristina started working with Zing, 2007. She was 25 years old. I really enjoyed her company. She spent six years here, then her schedule became too complicated to fit in the hour drive out here. I felt old when I realized it was seventeen years ago when I first met her. I need to text her, it's been awhile. We do lose track of time and people, especially, I think, when we become wrapped up in our own issues which consume our being. I'm not the strong, vibrant person she knew. She's in her forties. How did this happen? You know you are a bespectacled grey-hair when the morning is spent pondering where time went.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-51677001434777515462024-02-14T08:38:00.000-06:002024-02-14T08:38:24.521-06:00And Maybe Some Chocolate<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Valentine's Day</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXjHkgmyrYtcF1LFjSnsrFlECSeRCawoCV0XC4oLuSrSzqRztpxJqGC7VuH1RRCWoe6YfKoiXydDM-k0dJ3ERs2ZH8fdad9o4k150hs5c9J1JFAKrQ8y-QcfB_jaIbzCoq7kKUBc0-K3lwaJOzp2D2LtzpkPzoGZYQAXu18CIRsqxcbR7Klud425bZyAk/s463/IMG_0647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="448" data-original-width="463" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXjHkgmyrYtcF1LFjSnsrFlECSeRCawoCV0XC4oLuSrSzqRztpxJqGC7VuH1RRCWoe6YfKoiXydDM-k0dJ3ERs2ZH8fdad9o4k150hs5c9J1JFAKrQ8y-QcfB_jaIbzCoq7kKUBc0-K3lwaJOzp2D2LtzpkPzoGZYQAXu18CIRsqxcbR7Klud425bZyAk/w400-h388/IMG_0647.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-47638994616583096032024-02-12T09:23:00.000-06:002024-02-12T09:23:10.621-06:00Randoms<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I finally got the bread made, Boud.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A ciabatta loaf.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1q4BMKq2BM3XxQ4anIkoWxxnJNfbF-rYnb_U5APTuaCQ7AY6XZipaS3hhqvoHgMiqzl_NkVzGrUleMhs70vHI7Yohvk_KNxIW9n9Jk31CxEl2Nioz-szEMo3aQMUAtMoDoBgMkw8aaa7nObLHwcS3JJZsOSHRlNjbqBFPRRHb3nk4iFYBgNt8VBrkM6s/s4032/fullsizeoutput_eeb.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1q4BMKq2BM3XxQ4anIkoWxxnJNfbF-rYnb_U5APTuaCQ7AY6XZipaS3hhqvoHgMiqzl_NkVzGrUleMhs70vHI7Yohvk_KNxIW9n9Jk31CxEl2Nioz-szEMo3aQMUAtMoDoBgMkw8aaa7nObLHwcS3JJZsOSHRlNjbqBFPRRHb3nk4iFYBgNt8VBrkM6s/w480-h640/fullsizeoutput_eeb.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yesterday I made stock, soup and bread. Today is laundry. Woo-hoo. It's a sunny, mild day, a bit of sunshine certainly helps. Mark watched the Super Bowl in the kitchen last night. I was in the living room, so I could hear it and him. He's not a big fan of professional football, but he gets into the big events. At least his reactions last night say he does. I could hear that Taylor Swift almost lost. I'm sure the chatter is all about how the game was rigged by the <b>Deep State.</b></span> *<span style="font-size: large;">sigh and double sigh.*</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">My stallion, Zing, is informing us it's heading into breeding season. He's all up on his toes, doing the Strut-n-Stuff for the ladies in the adjacent pasture. He does truly believe he is Mister Wonderful. They ignore him. It's been so long since he has bred a mare I'm not sure he'd remember how. He's fun to watch when he comes in, all up and arched, snorting like he means it. To think I used to have three of them. I really was out of my mind.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mark just informed me it's Paul Bunyan's 186th birthday. There will be celebrations in the towns that claim him. Am I a true Minnesotan if I admit never seeing the statue of Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox? I didn't grow up calling a casserole a hot dish, either. Oh, my. Well, I did spend part of my childhood in San Diego. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-3659198623704308122024-02-09T08:57:00.001-06:002024-02-09T08:57:34.125-06:00Good Morning<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just stopping in to say howdy. </span> <span style="font-size: large;">It's still early in the day, but I'm feeling better than I have in about two months. I plan to take some inspiration from Boud and make a loaf of bread. My bread baking had come to an abrupt halt and I would like to gear up again.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We had a rainy day yesterday and it's gloomy again today. The warm weather is very confusing. I'm sure all the vegetation is also confused. March is always a contentious month and with everything turned upside down, will we be snowed in or flooded out?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Make the most of your day and I will try to do the same.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVTUUDhVjpxpHJoUy1jjFuI7XPakJKOj3Id09UzAlwJ1P1OX5muMJlgUcHmZ7xUADv4eaBX4OyhTUGFz8NQS2ODw68dwGWbUXJ5VgMKCROiwG4HhlwYoWdEXB5fXd77NZdvha8PCO7BXbR8ch-ymqcxOIZSEHlyeF7kwfKxd5Yndik2e1an1xFGjHs6Y/s960/IMG_0240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVTUUDhVjpxpHJoUy1jjFuI7XPakJKOj3Id09UzAlwJ1P1OX5muMJlgUcHmZ7xUADv4eaBX4OyhTUGFz8NQS2ODw68dwGWbUXJ5VgMKCROiwG4HhlwYoWdEXB5fXd77NZdvha8PCO7BXbR8ch-ymqcxOIZSEHlyeF7kwfKxd5Yndik2e1an1xFGjHs6Y/w400-h400/IMG_0240.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-57006204123855071112024-02-06T09:06:00.001-06:002024-02-06T09:06:21.784-06:00Greedy Cat<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I put this dog bed on the front porch for the young cat that's been hanging around here. I also put out food and water. The first evening it was there the kitty was laying on it. Ever since then, this chunk has taken over. Tabby can spend all the time he wants on comfortable furniture in the house. Instead he spends all his time sleeping on this bed outside. Poor little kitty. At least it can get into the hay loft. I never will understand cats.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJUZrGXxwzMltnWLhiy9EGrraty-AylKm1In5T3ont8NvjCiWoU9Nm5RQ03Cxl2MOQ61jB7lU6xQQAyU3ffu4z-1jqj9mMx21bPDhIvbvPt9zy5oWmjCWuxuvivX1u5N_u6_wFbg5SjBgd58uK4_7lZxQ4nfoNJ_HfSJUWROrOKMqB4OVD8ob34D-TE8/s4032/fullsizeoutput_ee0.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJUZrGXxwzMltnWLhiy9EGrraty-AylKm1In5T3ont8NvjCiWoU9Nm5RQ03Cxl2MOQ61jB7lU6xQQAyU3ffu4z-1jqj9mMx21bPDhIvbvPt9zy5oWmjCWuxuvivX1u5N_u6_wFbg5SjBgd58uK4_7lZxQ4nfoNJ_HfSJUWROrOKMqB4OVD8ob34D-TE8/w480-h640/fullsizeoutput_ee0.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Other than cat news, nothing much is happening in my world. I finished this book yesterday. I didn't think I was going to like it at the start, but it got better. I do think the ending was a bit of a throw-away. One opinion.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBJWfr62tes25ZVNwHywkjDAg7qXd49hZ98VAlxohbblIj5oQ4hBW0fP3RRyHbluT2Zw5lsVhBNhMVTUP2nreIRQckrEYTv-kavXbKUPfCQMmRj0An1iCYBkcOi1iEBHu_ZNqfe30geaI3Uun39qnB-48vNKUlnEx7IfEgB0DMNA5RDA6HB_0YcwmZBuc/s335/Bel_canto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="220" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBJWfr62tes25ZVNwHywkjDAg7qXd49hZ98VAlxohbblIj5oQ4hBW0fP3RRyHbluT2Zw5lsVhBNhMVTUP2nreIRQckrEYTv-kavXbKUPfCQMmRj0An1iCYBkcOi1iEBHu_ZNqfe30geaI3Uun39qnB-48vNKUlnEx7IfEgB0DMNA5RDA6HB_0YcwmZBuc/w263-h400/Bel_canto.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-83644969884782054452024-02-01T09:37:00.000-06:002024-02-01T09:37:03.393-06:00ewwww<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Remember Phoebe's, on the tv show Friends, song <i>Smelly Cat?</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisRVA8zqzdmhyphenhyphendCGvOFVCfAjhBbOfFo-LX52WgsAWVgGnMVhWey7sdCDBm6jw3gosoljFnyxNbfCWxgeEYlKCbT2MW5AzYy5x-TIIbguw5DEOCFs5Nqr1oqe3r0G3UEwbMjFK-AnihulqKmkCCwVQMED_b3o_rJhaANjS2Jm_nJ0_SOak6DwyVQigATNM/s3973/fullsizeoutput_ed2.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3973" data-original-width="2692" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisRVA8zqzdmhyphenhyphendCGvOFVCfAjhBbOfFo-LX52WgsAWVgGnMVhWey7sdCDBm6jw3gosoljFnyxNbfCWxgeEYlKCbT2MW5AzYy5x-TIIbguw5DEOCFs5Nqr1oqe3r0G3UEwbMjFK-AnihulqKmkCCwVQMED_b3o_rJhaANjS2Jm_nJ0_SOak6DwyVQigATNM/w271-h400/fullsizeoutput_ed2.heic" width="271" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">If the shoe fits, Gatto, wear it.</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbL8MRXKOgpC-X9ky-uJ7zUkg4X50DYpUrBBF64ZT2huDOsry-1drqFu11bNqvyz3eolW1Hcl7uQNxXq9K7Mn9U-rHOl6DAtZ31LuU4ehsvPAQbs_OlWaxYVTVRpQlOq-jctrQdwHPJi8frzotsu2lMCGslU6RFM185-gV9Y2DpdOxnyURG5-8yibFNA/s4032/gP9mcBocTLOC1jvssuN4yA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbL8MRXKOgpC-X9ky-uJ7zUkg4X50DYpUrBBF64ZT2huDOsry-1drqFu11bNqvyz3eolW1Hcl7uQNxXq9K7Mn9U-rHOl6DAtZ31LuU4ehsvPAQbs_OlWaxYVTVRpQlOq-jctrQdwHPJi8frzotsu2lMCGslU6RFM185-gV9Y2DpdOxnyURG5-8yibFNA/w300-h400/gP9mcBocTLOC1jvssuN4yA.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Without getting into too much graphic detail, my office is cat central, ie, litter boxes in the closet. I was reading blogs and Gatto was making a visit. I nearly gagged. Good god. I immediately placed an order for their own air purifier. This is number four in the house. I have a house dust allergy and have had purifiers for years, but the large one in the bedroom was enough for the three rooms in that area. Smelly Cat has changed that. This purifier has a place for essential oil. I really didn't think I'd actually devote a blog post to cat stink, but here it is. Can you tell it made an impression? What did he eat?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Onward. It's sunny and mild. The sun is a welcome sight. My son cancelled their visit on Saturday. He is having serious tooth pain and is hoping for a dental appointment ASAP. Mark said they may make it on my half birthday in June. Funny Mark. </span></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-57886416690950615012024-01-31T08:53:00.002-06:002024-01-31T08:53:49.566-06:00Spring in January<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">What you do with leftover pork chop.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTBO8sp3b7wCe7CgX9Sb8anKR91rilIpsV8J5eqYMs_fXmwdnwepWxkOo_htmXaWz5Kb_JDE759B9zdINOfVsUbMuyBPhEMNzkkzaEsspxH8U9xIVhqQN3qp7el4UwYdh4pYL_3W0o7z4GFMtNt6v0d5wuDuYZmIaA3Zo9CuMdwCnMrLQTvF6vSAG4gM/s3696/fullsizeoutput_edc.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2772" data-original-width="3696" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTBO8sp3b7wCe7CgX9Sb8anKR91rilIpsV8J5eqYMs_fXmwdnwepWxkOo_htmXaWz5Kb_JDE759B9zdINOfVsUbMuyBPhEMNzkkzaEsspxH8U9xIVhqQN3qp7el4UwYdh4pYL_3W0o7z4GFMtNt6v0d5wuDuYZmIaA3Zo9CuMdwCnMrLQTvF6vSAG4gM/w640-h480/fullsizeoutput_edc.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Minnesota has entered spring in January. I think winter may be over. We will be in the mid fifties today. Mind boggling. It is easier on my old horses, this is true.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm going to load up on pain med and try to clean my house for my Saturday company. It comes down to dusting and vacuuming. I'm so relieved I do not have to cook! We have had different variations of pasta three out of five days for quite awhile lately. I just haven't had it in me. I will make grilled ahi tuna tonight, an easy thing to do and it's not pasta. Not that I mind having pasta.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wish me luck on the cleaning front. My son's wife has not been here since 2018 and I would like the place to be presentable. </span></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-61544212481385548432024-01-30T11:40:00.000-06:002024-01-30T11:40:53.231-06:00I Lived Through It<p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am recovered from the stress of a medical appointment yesterday. It was ok, I survived. I got what I wanted accomplished, along with a little confidence boost. She commented on my being young, then looked at my chart and saw my age and I just heard an "oh". I said yes, too young for this! I think it's how I dress. Not like a kid, but probably a little different. So that was nice. She is very pretty, that may have something to do with how much Mark likes her!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Onto even more mundanity....my unbreakable schedule of Monday laundry was broken because of the medical appointment. So today is pretend Monday. My son and his wife are bringing lunch Saturday for a late birthday celebration for me. I'm happy they are bringing it so I don't have to worry about something vegan for her. We saw him at Thanksgiving but it's about a year and a half since we've seen her. The loss of her mother in August has been extremely difficult for her, actually her whole family. I'm sure it will be ok though on Saturday. Gatto will keep her entertained. Speaking of Gatto....there is another kitty coming onto the front porch. It and Gatto stare at one another through the screens of the connecting screened porch. They touch noses through the screen door. It shows up every evening. Mark told me he sees it throughout the day. It looks well fed so I wonder if it's someone's outside cat. We don't need another cat.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-57194837458186811652024-01-27T10:49:00.000-06:002024-01-27T10:49:54.332-06:00When You Have a Doppleganger<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Like looking in a mirror.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivuxpa08rXkFHifMiAPmnaVr4RiYV7O_JWSbtAkwZ1QA6NYn-N5PGLhDSUYk9-4j_qsfQApH9-oyyS46NoQ3cvtfT8EEz8xLdvnCy-ckYchMj82GR64r_RoUtJ84ANTNHCzueJyK8vYAqxtiY3Ap8OwvKvF5bdrxDrTLkWXdEoXkesXGVr3C3fshLz79k/s3534/fullsizeoutput_edb.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3534" data-original-width="2675" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivuxpa08rXkFHifMiAPmnaVr4RiYV7O_JWSbtAkwZ1QA6NYn-N5PGLhDSUYk9-4j_qsfQApH9-oyyS46NoQ3cvtfT8EEz8xLdvnCy-ckYchMj82GR64r_RoUtJ84ANTNHCzueJyK8vYAqxtiY3Ap8OwvKvF5bdrxDrTLkWXdEoXkesXGVr3C3fshLz79k/w485-h640/fullsizeoutput_edb.jpeg" width="485" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We have another unseasonably warm, dreary day. I did make bread yesterday, although I did need to talk myself into it. The weather isn't helping in the motivation department. It's curl up and read a book weather. I am motivated in that direction.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have an appointment with Mark's Nurse Practitioner on Monday. He has pressured me to see her, I finally gave in. I need a prescription refilled, so I will benefit at least in that. Mark had a Christmas letter from a former classmate (his entire class for his year was 30!) who wrote about her son's miserable Magical Medical Tour. Over 100 different appointments with primary and specialists with nearly identical results as I had. His labs are good. There is nothing wrong with you. It's all in your head. You know the drill. After a few years he finally found someone who looked deeper and found he has had longterm Lyme disease. He is finally getting better. So, here I go again. Mark adores his primary, not kidding, she almost walks on water. I must be nice. Who knows, she may truly be a saint. </span></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-39423790100249188592024-01-26T09:32:00.000-06:002024-01-26T09:32:07.467-06:00Exciting Stuff<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nothing but Cats</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlyg9iBdZMq_L-xeuByDRTsrmcIqGgAZ9o6dICBg6wS8O9VxO6lMV0icFDySxEdnninDnlwmEpq44M-nx783boC9sqtJBG-kRag2MYI4sLfbujzUAFTt60Buxulmt0l8n7Atej5OfWfdUm9EaxTHnTj9pb_a4RyCDAdffceX0o-pnb_Nk4I1vyUkfMEY/s4032/3qxXBV0+SjOcya8%25eXwRbQ.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlyg9iBdZMq_L-xeuByDRTsrmcIqGgAZ9o6dICBg6wS8O9VxO6lMV0icFDySxEdnninDnlwmEpq44M-nx783boC9sqtJBG-kRag2MYI4sLfbujzUAFTt60Buxulmt0l8n7Atej5OfWfdUm9EaxTHnTj9pb_a4RyCDAdffceX0o-pnb_Nk4I1vyUkfMEY/w480-h640/3qxXBV0+SjOcya8%25eXwRbQ.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">The Black McCool has taken over the house. He is a large fellow and he seems to know it. Gatto gives him space.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwt_sBG_mTEHDquxzpHPx4ZDW-O6zfjRCDNY1iiUw5F6pGfd_CCbIpJ9Iq76Tp3nrTtS_ZRT_YckaeYgSsV9A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have told myself I <b style="font-style: italic;">will </b>make bread today. Enough of this ennui, I can mix dough. I also found out why the creme fraiche I've recently made doesn't thicken much. It seems most cream is now ultra pasteurized, which keeps it from working well in things like ricotta, etc. The ultra pasteurized has a longer shelf life. Now I have to find the regular stuff. Sigh. The magnitude of my troubles just keeps growing. Ah, well.....</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.com12