We had a fine dinner of steelhead trout and Minnesota wild rice. Steelhead and walleye are my favorite fish. One is more affordable than the other.
It's relatively early but I feel exhausted. I think I will call it a night.
It's relatively early but I feel exhausted. I think I will call it a night.
You know the saying, "when it rains, it pours". It's pouring. Last month my dishwasher stopped draining. It could be something as "simple" as a clog. That simple will be expensive and then may not be the problem. I decided not to roll the dice on a 12 year old appliance. So, I've been doing dishes by hand because appliances are now even more expensive than they have been and I can wait. It makes a great dish drainer! This is rain.
What makes it pour?
The freezer part of my side-by-side refrigerator isn't working properly and the gaskets and side wall got hot. I cleaned the coils, which didn't help. This appliance looks new but is 20 years old. I'm not going to have a service call on a 20 year old refrigerator. I have a chest freezer in the basement, thankfully. I made reference awhile ago to my tendency to food hoard. My freezers are both full, so it was quite the task to squeeze it all in one freezer.I am finding the positive. I don't need to hoard food in a freezer. I have multiples of meat, lots of it. Frozen vegetables by the bushel. There are four loaves of purchased bread, which we rarely use. I put a thermometer in the defunct freezer, if it is cold enough to refrigerate I'll use it as a refrigerator. I can go without the freezer part until autumn when I start freezing produce. Perhaps by that time appliance cost may come down. More to the point, I will be forced to use what I have instead of constantly adding more. I don't know where this came from, one thing I did not have in my life is hunger.
As far as literally pouring, tonight and through the day tomorrow it is going to rain. Again.
I'll leave it with that.
I follow a small handful of blogs. Of those, I am unable to reply on a couple. I'm prompted to sign in, when I click the prompt it goes right back to sign in. I'm sorry I can give no reply, I do keep trying. The other couple I have no issue with, so I really don't know what is wrong.
I braised a beef roast in creamy dark lager a few days ago and used it in a different way for last evening's dinner. Leftovers usually become a pasta dish, a casserole or gratin. It was better than it looks!
We are going to have an all day rain tomorrow, like that is something new. I do have day lilies coming up, that's it.
Well, that's about all there is. There's some task awaiting my attention....
The sun has made an appearance and it's 38 degrees F. Yippee!!! We are edging closer toward spring, by golly. The ice is still on the lakes in Northern Minnesota according to the morning news guy. At least we are ahead of that. This is an old photo, but it's what spring has looked like this year. To be fair, what it often looks like.Onto my continuing saga of health woes and news; I have an appointment with a massage therapist next week. I'm looking forward to it and not. If you've not had deep tissue massage, the first day or two are a misery. It releases a lot of toxins and the body rebels. The first time I had it I was cursing her name. By day two I was singing the hallelujah chorus! I do know what to expect, which is good and not so good.
....As in January in April. I wasn't the clever one to come up with this, that pat-on-the-back belongs to a local news guy. It was 30 degrees this morning, we will reach the balmy heights of 36 degrees today. Alleluia, pass the parkas!
Mark got the vines off the arena fence yesterday. The entire south end collapsed when he took the vines off. The posts had rotted and the only thing holding them up were the vines. It looked like dominoes, coming down one after the other. This confirmed it truly is time to say goodbye to the outdoor arena.
I bought purple sweet potatoes from Misfits last week. I had no idea they existed. I made fries for lunch in the air fryer and they were good. These are drier and slightly sweeter than the sweet potatoes I would call normal. I guess I'm not too old to learn something new. I got an order today and I have to say I get the best fennel I've ever bought from them. I love fennel. Can I say something about the air fryer? In 2020 I was about two thirds of the way through getting Kate's house ready to sell. I went there, toward the end, 6 days a week. It was a two hour forty minute round trip drive. I was in my kitchen, feeling worn out and had the tv on, Emeril Lagasse came on hawking his product. I picked up my phone, ordered it. Without any thought. Exhaustion impulse buying. I used to be impulsive but got over it years ago. Not this time. It is one of the most used items in my kitchen! Sometimes just doing it works. Well, at least this time it did.
Tonight I will makes linguine with fennel, asparagus, lots of garlic and shrimp for dinner. I have had two days of braising, a brisket and a shoulder roast. Time for something other than beef. I'll get into my freezer hoarding another time. It's real.
Jiggs knows the true and proper use of a treadmill: cat perch.
I finished watching "Anatomy of a Scandal" this morning. I liked it, it did all the things that keep me interested. I am someone who loses interest easily and this one kept me going. It had a very satisfying conclusion, for me.
I won't say anything about the premise so as to not ruin it, but it definitely shows privilege, who has it and how it's used.
We had a strong storm blow through about an hour ago. The day is expected to be dry, as in no rain, not the ground, until late afternoon, when it starts all over again. Mark hopes to get the grape vines off the arena fence over the weekend, I'm not so sure he will.
Spring will come, it may be June, but it will come.
The excitement in my life today will be re-scraping the veranda floor. I started that process two years ago this month, then Kate, my mother, died and eight months of my life were spent clearing out her house. Last year I think the weight of life crashed in on me, leaving me unable to do much of anything. I know longterm childhood abuse causes health and emotional issues in adulthood. If you don't walk away, as my brother did, from the abuser it never stops. So, I can scrape paint and hope to finish what I started.
I'm done with my last cup of coffee, have my thoughts on virtual paper and think it's time to pick myself up and start the day.
Ciao Blog World
I am, or was, a political nerd. I studied European History and Political Science at university. I grew up in a family that I later quipped held the DFL as our religion and the union our god. I volunteered on George McGovern's presidential campaign. My first political action of protest was several walkouts in high school protesting the Vietnam war. I dutifully attended our caucuses and was a district delegate for the DFL several times. This is to give a little background into my deeply held convictions and action. I say this because I have come to a point in my worldview where I have stopped paying attention, or as much as I can. I would like to say it started with Donald Trump. No, it did not. The downfall really got rolling with Ronald Reagan, then Bill Clinton, moved onto Bush II and came to a crescendo with Barack Obama. Trump was a natural conclusion. If natural can in anyway be used in anything Trump. As I see Europe taking a step into authoritarianism and the US teetering on the brink, perhaps a little more than teetering, I think back to history and realize all things seem to come around again. There is something in human beings which has a self-destructive bent. It's like a moth drawn to a flame. We cannot help ourselves. The planet is heating at an accelerated rate and we scream for more oil production. A pandemic happens, a deluded moron talks about drinking bleach and it's treated as another day in the life. We have an insurrection and the Party of Patriots applauds. These same stellar beings have fallen head over heels for Vladimir Putin, the very people of the party of Joseph McCarthy. The same people who decried Sharia Law when a national healthcare system was proposed but cheer the so-called morality laws being enacted across the country. The True Patriots who cannot see democracy eroding right under their noses, who pipe up with "we're not a Democracy, we are a Republic". These people who call me a sheep as they gather gape-jawed in worship of a grifter. Billionaires go into space while their American brethren cannot afford insulin. I have realized I have no control over any of this. It's a steamroller on the history loop. Unfortunately, we are running out of time. If nuclear weapons don't end our future, climate change will. It's the elephant in the room, it may be ignored but it's larger than we are and eventually will walk over us all.
My coping mechanism is to live my life the best I am able. I tell Mark we drink the wine, eat the food. Plant the garden, pet the animals. Be kind. I have no control over what Vladimir Putin will do. I have control over what I do. My world has narrowed down to this.
I'm having company tomorrow over the lunch hour. It's been a long time since we've had anyone to our house and actually inside. We see a couple of neighbors now and then and Mark's cousin dropped off tax documents a few days ago, not the same as someone sitting down to your table. This is coming inside and having lunch! My son is bringing his tax information to his dad and will stay for lunch. We don't see him often and I'm not sure I remember how to behave around people anymore. I've always been a loner, but the last couple of years I've been downright reclusive. Son and his wife spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with her family and planned to come here on New Years Day. They both got Covid after the Christmas gathering so we didn't see them. This is a big event in an increasingly small world for me! It will be good for me to have some social interaction, I have become too much like the basset, when there are no demands on you, you don't make many demands on yourself. Of course anyone who knows them knows you'd better not demand anything of them! AAAROOO
I need to move some German Shepherd hair, make lunch and consider tomorrow's lunch. It will be soup because it's easy and he likes soup. Let us hope I haven't completely forgotten how to people.
I adore basset hounds. Stubborn, yeasty fleshy creatures they are. Beloved Howard died in 2017 then Old Man Murphy, aka Fast Footies, died in 2018. I didn't want anymore dogs, I came to a place where death of my animals became overwhelming. Horses, cats and my constant companions, the dogs who followed me everywhere. My work was at home so my dogs were with me all day every day. I also knew my mother would probably die before the younger of her two dogs and that would be my responsibility. She did die two years after Murphy and I brought Emma and Keetah home. Sweet old Emma was with us for eight months and Keetah is still with us, making me deal with German Shepherd hair on a daily basis. Mark is happy to have a dog again and she is definitely his girl. See the straight line of muddy paw prints along the floor plank? Keetah never varies her step into the living room. She has a pattern for every move she makes. Just like Mark. The pine flooring shows the history of the many large dogs whose big feet crossed the planking. It's a history I have no intention of erasing.
Put on the sunglasses, pull your cap down on your head and hit the gas. It's already been a bumpy ride, there's nothing to lose but time.