Is it a Tiger?

It's a tough life, but somebody has to live it.

We had rain most of yesterday, now cloudy but mild. Perennials are popping up, as well as weeds. They like the cool, wet weather. We had a nice visit with Neighbor Bill yesterday morning, then a little of my planned cleaning for the day. It's working to take it in blocks. Of course it will be never-ending, by the time I get an entire room done, I'll need to start over again and never advance to another space! Oh, the problems of my life! I think I may have convinced Bill to try some vitamins. I'm surprised he was unaware of the need for D3 in the far northern states where we get less sun. About a decade ago through blood testing I found I had almost none, so it's been a daily dose ever since. I also talked to him about B12 being helpful with anxiety and mood in general. I am hoping he listened, it won't hurt to take vitamins and it could certainly help. You know, I had a doctor in 2019 think I was anti-vax because I take D, E and B12, along with a probiotic. She called me a supplement person, saying they usually are anti-vaxers. She later commented on how good my D level was, especially for March in Minnesota. I said because I take vitamin D. Duh. I'm thinking maybe we need a reboot, like a computer, in doctors thinking.

Oh, well. 

Cat Comfort

They got a new piece of furniture.

It seems to have their approval.

Gatto finds it cozy.

I decided on soup for lunch.

At the beginning....

....then the finished product. Very quick and pretty good.

I have been working my way through cleaning. It's a real project for me. It's sounds ridiculous, but it's true. I become fatigued and sweat profusely after about ten minutes. I then need thirty minutes to recover and it's an endless cycle. I am persevering, none-the-less. The desiccated thyroid I'm taking has improved my emotional outlook but not my physical condition. It is allowing me to continue my piecemeal approach to tasks, which is a great help. Mark has spent three days on trees, lopping saplings, cutting dead branches and hauling it all the the wood pile. Climate change has done something to these softwoods. We have lived here thirty years and always had to manage them, but they are now growing and reseeding at a level we haven't seen before the last four years. It's becoming unmanageable. He keeps trying.

Dog Tales

Howard B. Hound

Grace Greyhound

Ploop

Fun Night

I got Grace in 2003 as a puppy. She came into a household of another black grey, Nellie Jelly Belly, a giant Afghan Hound/German Shepherd, Atlas, and the Best Dog in the World, Bill. A yellow lab. Grace was a CHARACTER. I later got a basset, Harvey, added into the mix. Harvey had an emergency vet visit which ended with his not coming home. I was devastated. The wife of my horse dentist raised bassets, Mark was at a client in SW Minnesota, where they lived. She had a litter, I picked out Howard by photo and Mark picked him up on his way home. Uptight, demanding, grumpy, huge, slobbery Howard became the light of my life. By the time he was eight he had glaucoma, common in bassets, and then congestive heart disease. He had a pharmacy of meds and creams and was a good boy about having his eyes treated. Grace had died just before Howie's health problems started. I adopted an eleven year old basset, Murphy, whose owner had died. He loved Howard, which Howard loved. Murphy out-lived Howard by just under a year. Howie died in May 2017 from congestive heart failure. I don't think I've ever cried that hard. When Murphy died at the ripe old age of 15 I decided I couldn't handle the death anymore, so no more dogs. I will say I knew it was likely I'd end up with at least on of my mother's dogs, which I did. Both actually. Emma was 16 at the time, but she lived a happy eight months with us. Keetah, we still have. I have a long, rich history with doggos. I do not intend to have another after Keetah. One never knows what may happen, but I will not have another dog by intention. 

I made a really good pasta salad for lunch yesterday. There is enough to have again today. We have another sunny, cool day. The inherited dog is currently barking loudly at the world. She is the only dog I've had that doesn't listen to me. It has not been easy for She Who Must Be Obeyed to accept that Keetah never will. Another thing added to my list of wisdoms in the latter years; attempt calmness in the midst of that which I cannot control. I cannot control her barking nor her shedding. Which isn't all that much to be disturbed about, but it does get on my nerves, never-the-less!

Being Monday, I have laundry to do. I will attempt a few more tasks, maybe. I did get slipcovers on the sofas yesterday. Gatto decided the sofa arms make a great scratching post. I also ordered another scratching post with two scratching pillars and a soft bed atop the pillars. My living room has become a cat house. Another group which has let me know my opinion matters not a whit! It's a good thing I still have horses that listen. 

Another Day, Another Loaf

I finally tried the one hour bread recipe with buckwheat.

Buckwheat makes a dense loaf, no matter what. This loaf is really about the same as any other I have made, just quicker. It is two-thirds all purpose and one-third buckwheat. Another good soup bread. I think I've now made loaves with all the different flour I wanted to try.

The sun is shining! It's been undercover for a long time. I'm feeling better today, so far I'm not wobbly on my feet. Bill stopped in yesterday, we don't see him all that often anymore. He spent about forty minutes and it was very pleasant to see and talk to him. He is allowing the state of the nation and the world eat at him. Bill will do what he will do, no matter how much I try to cajole him into disengaging from what there is no control over. I've got to figure out how I can get him to visit more often. I'm a different personality compared to the locals and I am able to make Bill laugh. I'll never be a local, no matter how long I live here.

I guess that's it. Time to hoist myself out of the chair and start the day. I think I'll make a pasta salad with salmon, fennel and tarragon for lunch and have some of that bread with it. Hoist away, my friends.

Earth Day

The first Earth Day, 1970

We knew then what we were doing, yet, well...here we are.

Earth shoes. I and all my friends had them. We were more geared up about the shoes than the meaning of the day. But we were eighteen, probably excusable at that time.

My corner of the earth thinks it's March. That actually is not unusual for Minnesota. Where I see climate change is in the summer. Also, winter doesn't get as brutally cold as it used to, but the summer humidity has become unbearable. New varieties of weeds and insects have shown up, also the softwood scrub trees are becoming impossible to control. A forest is attempting to grow and it may win. 

I had terrible vertigo yesterday, no idea why. I spent most of the day in my chair, I seemed to want to topple over anytime I stood. So far that isn't a problem today. I made chicken noodle and white bean soup yesterday, I was able to do that, barely. There is plenty for lunch today, too. I used the oregano flower buds as seasoning, as well as a fennel frond cube. Very good, even if I do say so myself! If the cook doesn't like the food she makes, why would anyone else?

Wherever you are on our beleaguered plant, give it a moment of thought today.

Happiness in a Jar

Yesterday was rain all day. Today is overcast and dreary.

I did get something done. I picked and dried oregano last autumn, then somehow left it in a plastic bag on the screened porch. Yesterday I decided to pull the oregano and its flowers off the stems. It took much longer that I anticipated but this is what I got. I do use the flowers as well, so I have a medium size jar of those and 3.5 jars of oregano. It was worth the time spent.

I also did this.

A large stockpot full of chicken bones and vegetable scraps. This simmered for hours, yielding a gallon and a half of stock. It's soup for lunch! There is something magical for me in making food out of what most throw away. I have never stopped feeling that sense of wonder every time. I guess I can still feel child-like happiness over an accomplishment as simple as this.

I realized in the early evening I had nothing planned for dinner, only after Mark asked what we were having. A couple of pantry ingredients later, we had dinner. I have something planned today; steelhead trout, a favorite of mine.

The tale of a day in the life. 

A Dog and Her Cat

Gatto attached to Keetah the first day he was in the house. He curls up with her all the time. When he's being more obnoxious than can be tolerated we will put him next to Keetah and he often settles down. They are a team.

We are on our second day of rain. It's in the upper-thirties. Mark is relaxing after the tax season, although he has quite a few extensions to finish and file. I'm going to make chicken stock and maybe bread. Rainy days leave me more unmotivated than usual, which isn't very motivated. I think it is a common effect on people to turn inward on rainy days. I would like to come to a compromise between my old self and the self I am now. It would be a good mix. The old self was rather demanding, didn't go for things being out of place and didn't put up with much. This current self is almost, but not quite, the opposite. I am an easier person, not only on others but also on myself. I would like some of the motivation and determination to visit occasionally, if it could. We get what we get, something I'm much better about accepting. I don't know if it's wisdom acquired through a brain injury or age. Whichever, I'm grateful it found me. 

Find your wisdom. Leave out the brain injury.

Humbled

 I started and finished this book yesterday.

Somehow he managed to make his personal tragedy into something ethereal. He was a beautiful writer.

Up and Down

Yesterday

 Today

I have wondered what appealed to the early European settlers who ventured into this place and decided to stay. They were mostly Norwegian in the early years, I suppose it looked like home.

It Does Fly

This little munchkin turns forty-nine today. My towhead now has black hair, how did that happen? I guess my genetics were stronger than the bio-dad. He was a joyful little twerp.

This was yesterday's weather. Snowy and blowy all day, just like it was on the day he was born. The sun is out today and it's melting away. 

Mark is presently in hyperdrive. Tomorrow is tax day. His work would drive me nuts, but then what I did for decades makes no sense to most people. So there you have it. 

We went from mid 80s F to mid 20s F Friday night. It's one of the things that comes with this place called Minnesota. Today will reach around 50. I had some good soup to get us through Saturday lunch. We both appreciated it as the wind roared and the snow blew. 

How did my little boy become a forty-nine year old man with a deep love for a Yorkie? The Yorkie part I get, but if he's forty-nine, well I don't want to consider my own age!