Blogger Trouble

I seem to be locked out of the reading list. It was this way yesterday and still is. Every post is at least one week old. I'm working through my blog list. I'll get there eventually.

Hello, It's Me

What day is it?

CATURDAY!

When I'm not disciplining (haha) a rogue cat I have been sticking to my routine. I have sorted and bagged lots of excess home goods. Of course in the process of pulling out and sorting and all that another mess always seems to materialize. Is this like a law of nature, or should I say, a law of accumulation?

On another note; the horses and two-leggers have been happily enjoying the cool weather we have suddenly been blessed with. Those old equines have a spring in their step. I wouldn't go quite that far with the two-leggers. More like a yippy-skippy, skipping the skippy.

*Footnote: I got to a couple of blog posts that are 4 days ago, then the list went back a week or more, meaning I can't read and respond to any of you. I'll check back later*

Glimpses Into Daily Life

How it does change

I was sitting in my office, doing nothing, so I turned on the tv and started scrolling channels. I came across the old series, Hoarders. Probably a decade ago I stumbled upon it and became pulled in. Not for the obvious reasons, which I may post about another time. Not at all about hoarding. 

Anyway. Seeing this show again has motivated me to break this acquired habit.

Could I open a drawer and put this away?

Or…..how about putting these things away?

I finished the kitchen floor in March, so?

This has nothing to do with the above mess but yesterday I went through drawers, shelves and closets for items that are definitely not used anymore or are duplicates. I have a lot of these insulated bags, something else I have kept, from Butcher Box deliveries. They have found a use for holding thrift shop donations.

This is to say I will be erratic on here for a while. To break habits, I  need to focus. I know pain and, therefore, lack of mobility have something to do with this, but if I can pull it out I can put it away. Slow but steady.

 

 

How you all doing? We have another morning of the temperature and dew point being the same. I believe I could put this on repeat and tap 'post'. As the country and most of the world is well aware of. You may call me Suzy, as in Sunshine. You are welcome.

I made these biscuits yesterday and found them worthy of not only a photo but of the recipe.

Biscuits

That's my story for this September Sunday morning. The horses graze, the cats annoy, the raccoon comes to the door for cat food. I drink my coffee and Mark chatters.

It’s Humid

We seem to have moved to the tropics. Our temperature currently is 72 F/22 C. The dew point is the same. Autumn, where are you?

We had a very good dinner last evening of steel head trout and fennel from my garden water troughs. Steel head is one of my favorite fish.

The day before I made a lemon ricotta cake. I don’t often bake but sometimes I just want something. I love a ricotta cake. I could sit down with a fork and just eat. This used the last of the three containers I made with a gallon of milk, each about 2 cups.

I’ve had a few days of more energy and therefore activity. No matter how long it’s been a reality, I am still surprised at how long it takes me to accomplish a single task. I have accepted this reality and feel good that at least I am doing something. Let go of who I was and accept and appreciate who I am now. I sound like a self-help guru.
 

Few Words Wednesday

Good Wednesday morning. Things have been quiet on the homestead. I have two appointments this month for epidural steroid injections. I will be relieved to have all of this behind me for awhile. It's been a long haul. It would have been nice to have arrived at this place sooner, but I didn't. The upper forward slump bothers my ego but at this age seems less important than the pain. I've had my grumble over the lack of interest from the medical professionals so it's time to let it go.

I made eggplant parmesan yesterday. I have always roasted the eggplant slices but this time I fried them and I have to say I like it better. Getting the slices crisp means after cooking in the sauce they are a perfect texture. Roasting is faster and less messy, but the result from frying makes it worth the extra effort.

That's about it. Medical issues and food with a dash of cat thrown in for good measure.

 

Goodbye August

Seeing double?

Tabby, outside, and Gatto doing what cats do only in almost synchronization.

Unfortunately we are once again in the hot and humid weather. I think I have been saying for a few summers that summer is the worst. Well, this, for now, has been the worst. Bah humbug. I feel like a cat.

Feeling so Great

Coming your way soon.

Lake Inferior

Bordered by two loser states. Minnesota and Canada.

What Can I Say

Signora, sono un gatto, capisci?

Although this doesn't necessarily qualify for an "now I've seen it all", it does come close in my world. He made himself a bed on a pile of oregano I put on this shelf to dry. I did name him Gatto. 

Grazie per le lezioni, Jean.

*Thanks for the lessons, Jean

Moments

So, another weekend is behind us. One more to go and we enter the season of autumn. I look forward to tolerable temperatures. Which we have actually had the past few days. Yippee.

Speaking of autumn, I have slowly started my annual ritual of preparing food for the winter. I bought what I thought were fennel seed plants but which happily turned out to be fennel bulbs. Fennel has been difficult to find and when I do the cost stops me. There were four plants, one died, leaving me three beautiful bulbs to pull on Saturday. I then made fennel frond pesto. I think I may be happy.

I put some of the pesto to use with last evenings' dinner. I have three thriving basil plants which I will start turning into pesto and frozen cubes for cooking.Those tomatoes were picked from my water tank garden that morning. Something else making me feel happy.

This morning I had another moment of happy when I saw Tabby calmly observing his domain. He and his three siblings were born in the barn to a stray mama on Mother's Day, 2015. Two boys. Two girls. Jigs became a permanent inside cat in 2016 after an injury. Tabs and his brother split their time between inside and outside. Mona wants nothing to do with the house.

 Seek and hold your moments wherever you may find them.