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Two days ago I took significant piece of meat out of my index finger while using the mandolin. Amazingly it has taken a long time for this to happen, considering that with sharp objects I usually take a hit. So, the finger is sore. My daughter, the nurse, brings me this Skin Shield to put on it for protection and OMG, thank goodness, the pain only lasted a while, it really hurt, a hint: first ingredient - acetone. They use this on surgical incisions, I cannot imagine. But, it works. No pain, no gain?

So the finger has got me all riled up to start off with and I go to the fridge to open a container of olives. Never opened before, but the olives are dried up and molded and all of the brine is gone to the bottom of the fridge.

Made the discovery last night, left the clean up till this morning. I haven't had this fridge for very long and have not had a major spill. This is not the first refrigerator I have found difficult to clean, but is perhaps the worst. The crisper drawers slide on these plastic rails that are screwed to the bottom and there is this teeny space between them and the bottom of appliance. Who designs these things? Obviously they are not someone who has to clean them. So I donned a rubber glove for my injured right hand and got the job done, all the while cursing the designer of the particular model I now own.

And that being said, I have to focus on cooking some Mexican chicken in the crock pot as the grandchildren are coming to eat later.

I am very grateful to look out and see sunshine today as we have had a lot of rain with near winter temps and I haven't been outside. I don't even care if it is cold and muddy I'm getting out there today and soak up some sun, plus it is asparagus cutting day.

I am also grateful to have taken those pics of the peonies looking so good. The rain, as is often the way of Spring, has beaten them down and they are looking sad indeed.

Happy Wednesday...

A Most Delightful Spring

Having had crap springs for the previous 3 years  the kind where you have two nice days and then it turns in summer kind of springs. I don't know if it is the contrast that makes this spring seem doubly lovely or not, but it has been really grand. Rain when needed, cool for the long term giving one time to enjoy the daffodils. Lots of of foggy gloomy days through which my mood suffered, but they do provide perfect "greenhouse" growing conditions. So everything is lush and abundant.

I've been cutting asparagus every other day for about a month now. Finally made cream of asparagus soup yesterday which made for a nice lunch today. The winter spinach is now almost finished, the last few warm days are making it flower, but the second planting of spinach is just starting to be pickable size so that has worked out like a dream.

We've been eating a lot of sauteed greens and salads. I love having these fresh greens, chard, spinach, kale, collards and lettuces and think probably it is the only time during the year I eat enough green leafys.

Anah started work and she loves it. Trent proceeds to divisional competition in hurdles. Jay graduated from high school.

Life is green and good and abundant here at Shady Grove Farm. I shall now inundate you with pictures.

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Mother's Day rocked

Daughter number three hosted a wonderful dinner at her house for all of the family and everyone showed up except my two oldest grandsons. One lives in Austin, the other was making ice cream for his mother. The food was great, the company mellow, and everyone enjoyed themselves. Couldn't ask for more.


Went to daughter's house to watch Anah get dressed for prom and hardly recognized my granddaughter. She looked like a super model and about 10 years older as well. That was some makeup job.

Later out to the community college to watch the "Grand March" and see all the dresses. Once I started thinking about the whole thing as a costume ball I was more comfortable with the insanity of the thing. Because mostly I kept thinking of all the $$ spent. Everything is so over the top these days.

Anah was, of course, the most beautiful girl there. In the end, she and Jay stayed a while and were so tired that they didn't even go to a party. Still seems weird to me.


Give Me That Old Time Religion

As I sit here musing, thoughts arise about the years of my life during which I practiced Christianity, a particular brand of that doctrine known as Disciples of Christ. Every Sunday my parents dropped my brother and I off at the First Christian Church set down at the corner of Morley and Coates Streets in Midwestern small town Missouri. As soon as my bro was old enough to navigate the street on his own he took off to the nearby gas station where he played the pinball machine until just in time to get back to church and be fetched home for dinner. Being the good girl I was then, I dutifully attended both Sunday School and church services.

Easter was such a big deal. Hymns, which remain a fave kind of song for me, were special and dedicated to, well you know who and his miraculous rebirth. There was sunrise service near the edge of a huge lake and that too, remains impressive in its way. My new hat, and pale blue faille coat, went so nicely with my white gloves and shoes, so long ago the only color for that image is in my mind.

In later years my brother (by this time a biker) refused to go to church with our parents, who by then had become members themselves. But, he stayed home and made this great brunch for us all to come home to after the sunrise service. Great food. Leave it to me to remember the food.

In other years we would go to a sunrise service and breakfast combo at a small country church. Food not as good, but it had it's own charm in the simplicity of the sanctuary.

All the old folks who liked to have me attend Easter services with them died; I haven't been back to church since the 80's? We continue to dye eggs and have egg hunts for years, but haven't done that in a while either. I know I could dye eggs on my own, but then I'd have to clean up the mess and it is so much more fun to watch a bunch of kiddos running amok looking for eggs.

Not often, maybe just today and maybe for just the time it took to write this down, I miss the Easter celebration.

Jesus and egg laying bunny rabbits, what a duo...

LJ 20th anniversary

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My First Post

Yet another journal
yet another blank page to be filled with words. I've not had words in some time... will I find them again, those verbs that tingle and shout, a frivolous noun or two to string together like shiny glass beads accented by a quaint adjective.. or three or four or more.. adjectives..

No adverbs you say, not today methinks
, not today.

"One Heart, One Love", "Let's get together and feel all right".. Robert Nesta Marley......


Soon come ... back now to Babylon... and not even by bus LOL
01 JUL 2005 15:32


Humpty Dumpty

A couple of days ago when it was still nice and warm outside, I decided to cut down some wild honeysuckle sprouts from the embankment in front of the house. Armed with clippers I set forth and whacked down a number of the smaller ones and turned to return to the house. OOPS...not sure how or why but I ended up face down in the gravel road. BIG OUCH!

Laid there for a moment and decided I was capable of getting up and stumbled back into the house to survey the damage. Day 1 the worst thing was my face. Ewww...

Next day the shoulder that took the impact kicked in and hurt some.

Today I am much better unless I try to do something requiring the use of my right arm. Then, I see I'm not quite healed yet. But very grateful nothing was broken, a lot of road rash, a thorn in my finger, and some poison ivy: cracked but not shattered.

I really do need to find some gardening shoes that are more flexible. I am blaming my tumble on my old orange garden clogs that make me even more clumsy than I usually am.

At least it has gotten chilly outside and I'm not sitting in here feeling bad because I want to be out there working.

I do want to note that I am now cutting asparagus, ate the first shoots for breakfast this morning.

Mrs. Dalloway

A House Divided

In 2008 the husband retired. For me this meant that he would spending more time at home than ever before. It has, in fact, turned out to be almost all of the time.

Just having him what had long been "my space" during the daytime was a shock. One day he came into mykitchen and tried to tell me how to bake something. Whoa. Sparks flew. For 40 years I had reigned the supreme queen of that kitchen and how dare he? ... Things have calmed down since then and we manage to inhabit the same house by having boundaries. I never go into his sleeping quarters if it it can be avoided. He doesn't like anyone to be in there and locks it after he leaves. Not my way, but he grew up with a number of younger siblings who ransacked his "stuff" so his hands off my stuff ways probably started there.

He also has a bathroom with a shower. Until last year I had used the shower now and then, but in 2018 boycotted said shower because the husband refused to allow a remodel. Even using my money, it was a no go. I am grateful that the housekeeper keeps it reasonably clean.

He rarely, if ever goes into my bedroom, either of them. I have two because you have to go through what is really the guest bedroom to get to my bathroom so I keep some clothes in there.

He has an office which I will sometimes visit to ride the stationary bike or get something out of the closet. I don't like to hang out in there because he listens to talk radio constantly and I find that most objectionable in so many ways.

I have a craft room, but it is located quite close to his office so the talk radio leaches into my air space. I have found that if I put on music he will put on his headphones. If I really need to work in there, I do that.

We share the rest of the house, uneasily at times, but he has recently taken to joining me in the evenings to watch television.

I am grateful that our house is fairly larg, we are both my nature introverts, and there are 10 acres out there to roam. Having never lived alone (the girls were my companions) I have no idea if I would enjoy living that way. I do think about it.

And, I wonder what it would be like to have a partner with whom I wanted to hold hands.




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