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Beautiful Beets

Five jars of pickled beets for the pantry put together by the husband and I.

The first one just sealed, a resounding pop that never fails to give me satisfaction.

I've been playing around over at Dreamwidth though I've made no entries. I may use it exclusively for my memoirs. Or I may never write there at all. Time will reveal.

A busy weekend with daughters,  their offspring   & friends.

Found a roadside stand selling fried catfish Saturday last and was delightfully sur prized to find it quite delicious and inexpensive.

All the carrots are harvested now and many of the beets. The green beans are resting and I think will come forth with a few more beans soon. It's quite dry and very hot. The water in the pool is tepid but not overly warm so it makes for a nice float in the late evenings.

It's beginning to look as if Moose, Erin and Anah's puppy will be returning to the foster care system. He has taken chasing cars and has a number of other bad habits. It hasn't been a good fit for them. Thank goodness I'm not attached to the dog or I'd be sad about it but it's their business not mine.

After watching the tv show "Poldark," I decided to read the series of books , the first of which was written in England in 1945.  Thus far I am appreciating the author's writing style and the storyline is similar to the series. Im thinking i will at least finish the first one.

Well...I guess I should go clean the beet juice off of things in the kitchen. It's looking a bit red in there.

Girl in a Red Dress

A girl in a red dress slowly removed a crumpled piece of paper from her purse. Lovingly she caressed the paper until it was smooth enough to reveal the faded letters. Letters that formed words she no longer needed to read as they were embroidered on the fabric of her being.

Yet those words still held the power to ignite her. Though she was ever so weary, she clasped her hand into a fist and the paper resumed it's lumpy spherical shape. Anger lit the air as she crammed the paper back
in her purse. One step, another. The girl in the red dress moved forward once again.

July Self Portrait

Taken on the ride home from WI

Meanwhile Back at the Ranch

And while I was off dancing, the husband watched over the gardens, harvesting beans cucumbers and zucchini, feeding Natty and the cats. My niece once referred to him as a "place saver." This is an apt definition. He traveled a lot in the 45 years he worked and now doesn't want t go anywhere far away. One of the ways in which our marriage works I guess.

There was a murder/suicide in the nearby town. Some 60 year old guy shot a somewhat younger woman and then turned the gun on himself. Geez what is wrong with people. Crazy crap happens all the time even in little old Moberly.

The garden continues to produce well. We are having regular rains and temps in the 80-90F range, not bad for July.

The tomatoes are not thriving. Damp weather brings on blight, fingers crossed that we that skips us by this season. I do like to put up a few jars of tomatoes for winter.

The green beans just keep on giving. Planted in a raised bed that the husband loaded up with worm castings they have outdone themselves. Picked a half gallon today.

Wisconsin crops seemed to me to be about a month behind ours. The peonies were in bloom. They were just picking the first strawberries and asparagus.

Kudos to the husband for having the house all cleaned up when I got home on Monday. All I had to do was collapse on the couch plus he made sauerkraut!

Actually the couch might be calling me. Reading the newest in Ian Rankin's "Rebus" series, hard to get back into, has been over a year.

I've also been watching "The Hundred" on Netflix which I find to be quite stupid at times, but it makes for background noise when I knit.

Still tired, but functioning

The Trip North

Departure 8:09 Friday morning, luggage stowed, Erin, Anah and I in the car and off we went - destination Ashland, Wisconsin. The first 10 hrs went well. We've traveled a lot of miles together and remain harmonious even trapped in the car. We ate some great Thai food in Ames, Iowa, really great. Little hole in the wall place with a faded menu on the wall, but awesome cooking. I don't know exactly when things changed. At one point Erin and Anah started to disagree hotly and I changed seats with her. And then there was Iowa which stretched out on either side of us, a sea of corn, with nary a weed and the islands of trees that surround all the factory farm operations. Then we ran into endless construction, the GPS assigned us a new route which made no sense, and we had to detour around an accident which added another 45 minutes. All told, we were on the road for 14 hours, but arrived safely at our destination, a wee bit wonky, but intact.

We spent the morning of the next day exploring Ashland. Sometimes referred to as the town of murals, it earns that name easily. Buildings everywhere sported murals depicting town history. Quite well done. Later we went on to Bayfield about 20 miles away, wanting to check out the venue for the concert that evening and see what Bayfield had to offer. While there we discovered "The Fat Radish," a farm to market cafe with food to die for. Erin had fish tacos, I went for the special which was a lamb pot pie, and Anah opted for a roast beef sandwich with french fries. We all stole some of her fries, yum.

The concert was uplifting, quite literally. By holding onto the seats in front of me (old church pews) I was able to jump. Been a while since I've done that. Ziggy really sounded good. He did a few of his dad's songs and that brought the whole crowd to life. Lots of folks around my age there and danged if we can't still dance. Always good to be surrounded by the positive vibrations of people singing and dancing to reggae music. LOVE IT!

Love the people. Several times I had to sit and rest for a bit and during one of those lulls, hands magically appeared from behind me and gave me the most rejuvenating back rub ever. Looked around and saw a lovely young woman and we clasped hands for a moment. Magic. I LOVE IT!

Woke up the next morning surprised that I was able to walk, but no damage done by all the jumping. We roused ourselves again and decided to take the ferry to Madeline Island. Fun. We walked the boardwalk down to the beach and walked the shoreline picking up rocks. Lake Superior is beautiful. Back to Bayfield where I scored some Wisconsin cheese at a local grocery. If I'd known it was so good I would have bought more, but so it goes. Ate some of the monterey jack that is marbled with bleu last night, oh my..great on burgers.

Enjoyed white fish locally caught for dinner, one of the best meals we ate. Hard to choose as this was one trip where we didn't have a bad meal. I've traveled too many times to places where you couldn't find a good restaurant but no so on this one. Which reminds we that we had breakfast at the Rittenhouse Hotel where the food was good, not great, but the house itself made up for any lack.

Forecasts had been gloomy with rain showing up every day. Once again the weatherman was wrong and we had a small shower one morning, but the rest of the time, it was lovely with sunny skies and cool breezes. Much lower humidity than in MO, a real plus for me.

The trip home was uneventful. I rode in the back seat all the way and read most of the time. We were up at 5 a.m. and on the road by 5:30. Back home at 5, stopped to eat a couple of times and the usual pee breaks and stretch times.

We've all decided all future car trips will be limited to 8 hrs total. Erin was exhausted.

In fact, we're all still tired. But still smiling.

Home again

Back from WI. The concert was amazing, the weather awesome and food  seriously good. More later. 12 hrs, in the car, I'm tired.

Med Cut - Day 9 Green Beans

Feeling excellent today. Have been seeing small improvements each day which pleases me. Would absolutely prefer minimal struggle during this withdrawal.

Have been busy. We celebrated the 24th birthday  great grandson, Nick.
Picked mountains of green beans.
Ate a lot of those beans.

Usually I saute them with garlic & dill, but made one batch seasoned with pork in the form of bacon ends and threw in handfuls of new red potatoes. Cooked them like our Mother's used to. Omg delicious, pot liquor that was perfect for sopping up with bread. The husband and I agreed that meal was a success.

Watched grandson,Tai  play baseball yesterday evening. Very chilly for a June evening, would have been comfortable had I taken a jacket.

Made yogurt popsicles today for tomorrow's lunch.

Wanting to make the kale salad for tomorrow, not sure I have the energy.

Finished the Inspector Morse series, no surprises.

Currently reading a Dennis Lehane novel.

I feel like the World's laziest woman today.

Med Cut Day 6 -- To Kill a Mockingbird

Feeling irritable. Even some anger. Emotions that have been dulled by the pills return and flush me with feelings. Watched "To Kill a Mockingbird" with Anah (her first time) and that was awesome.

Argued with her last night. Two Fire signs, 2 women, we do butt heads now and again. Even she recognizes that our similarities cause us to clash. Said my beautiful granddaughter, "Mooma, we are so much alike that it makes it hard for us to get along." She is correct. I hope I live long enough to see her grow into a woman.

Lots of stimulation around here. Maybe a little too much? I usually don't turn the TV on until later and don't watch it long periods of time. ...

And something interrupted me and here I am and it's Saturday.

Joe and I went to some garage sales this morning. An unusual activity for us.

Though I was edgy, I managed it well, walked a few blocks with miminal pain, always an exciting plus, and found a pillow for the sofa, zippered covered, currently soaking in a bucket.

And something interrupted me again and it's two hours later, but till Saturday.

I am so done with this entry.

Med Cut Day 5--Garlic Scapes

Having noticed that I was feeling over sedated and wanting to sleep all the time, the evidence of those feelings pointed to Xanax, a nasty little prescription drug to which I am addicted. I swear it fucks me up worse than all the LSD I did in the "days of yore," the summers of love and all those Grateful Dead Shows.

For anyone who has not read my past experiences with this drug, they are recorded in my LJ, though not as detailed as I might have liked. I quit once. The withdrawal experience was truly horrific.  I stayed off until my brother and sil were in the hospital at the same time. She was dying. He had been electrocuted. Nightmare stuff. And my friend, the nurse, says go ahead take one. She takes  them at night to sleep. They stopped my heart palpitations and a number of other neurological symptoms. I felt do much better that I started taking them regularly again.

And life, as it will, has run another circle and I'd sure like to cut back. This older body I now inhabit is much more sensitive to chemical concoctions and I really don't want to spend my later years sleeping, mumbling or stumbling - so back to square one. Began with simply removing .5 mg of a 3.0 per day dose. Had a number of physical sx's, increased sensitivity to outside stimuli, pain, and anxiety, but nothing really bad. Translate that into I didn't cry, I didn't puke and I functioned among other human beings, even attended a small local concert at Moberly's famous, "Railroad Days." One of the daughters is seeing the bass guitarist of the band and so I wanted to see him play. OMG it was so loud and what I would call Heavy Metal, head banging music. I do not like that Sam I am. I stayed maybe 30 minutes, but did have some awesome hugs from sisters I hadn't seen in a long time. It's good to stay hidden. People really get excited to see you when it's only once a year.

Another week or so I should be back to my norm. Ready and awake to go see Ziggy in Wisconsin.

Finding myself thinking, I should never have listened to that psychiatrist all those years ago. But I did. I shall refrain from mounting my soapbox and ranting about Big Pharma.

Enough of that, it's going well, really.

Roasting beets today, a couple of thinnings have given us enough to satisfy all eaters. Used the beet tops in a sautee with onions, and garlic scapes. The scapes were a gift to my daughter from a coworker. They have delightful flavor and can be used in place of garlic and they are pretty, oh and they were free!

Also throwing some scapes in with the green beans.

There is rice and meat in the fridge so I'm good to go if hungry folks arrive.

Wow it just starting raining again, big fat drops, glad I got the produce picked early today.

Yesterday I set out all the basil starts I had in the garden shed, some went to the main, garden some to a pot and others in a raised bed. They will like this rain.

For a day that got off to a grumpy, weary start, this one has turned into a beautiful day, punctuated by great news from an online friend, and a email whose subject was , "I still love you."

Rains over now, I think I'll knit.

Friday Again

Just haven't felt like posting, but do read LJ every day. Been super busy working in garden. First green beans picked yesterday, been cutting broccoli, and pulling beets. The fridge is overflowing with veggies. Made creamed peas yesterday and pulled up the peas. Next year don't think we'll plant peas, too much work.

Attended a local Blues Jam at the 4th St. Theater. Built in 1913 as vaudeville and movie house, it has recently been renovated while still maintaining the original ornate decor. The music was barely in the okay range, but I enjoyed seeing the theater again.

Wednesday was lunch, which was at Nikkis house. Food was great, but she turned on the news and for an hour I was subjected to CNN and the shooting of the congressional baseball players. I haven't watched tv news in years and found it to be just as revolting as ever if not more so. So, not an enjoyable time.

The summer is passing quickly which is good as it is my least favorite season.

What a boring entry, no wonder I'm not writing much,



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