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Monday, February 20, 2017

Haste Makes Waste

Yesterday I spent the greater part of the afternoon gathering and scanning my tax papers.  I took a break to get something from the freezer for dinner when I remembered that I had forgotten to give Crash and Burn their afternoon snack.

As well as I can remember the sequence of events I was removing the lid from the can of cat food while I was walking to the garbage can when I felt a very sharp pain in my finger and warm liquid flowing down said finger.  I quickly put it under running water, but the blood kept flowing and the cats kept meowing for their food.  I applied pressure and raised my hand, but it didn't stop the bleeding.

I had to scoop the food from the can one-handed while the can was sliding across the counter.  Finally there was enough food in the dishes so I called a friend and asked her to take me to the urgent care facility nearby, which she did.

After the physician's assistant and doctor looked at it, they decided it needed stitches.  Now, I must admit, I have lived a very easy life.  Even with two boys I never had to go to the emergency room or even had stitches.  This was a new experience for me.  I asked for a little distraction so I wouldn't have to see what they were doing.  We talked about my favorite subject - cats.

After the stitches, the doctor wrapped my finger in gauze and covered it with neon orange tape.  It looks like this


Of course this is my left hand and I'm left-handed.  It's very hard to do anything.  Eating and writing are a chore.  When I went to charge something at the store, I had to make sure I wouldn't have to sign my name.

The bandage is supposed to come off tonight and I'm not looking forward to seeing the stitched and what they look like.  I'm very squeamish.

I guess I should stop rushing and pay more attention to the task at hand.  For a while I'm feeding the cats Meow Mix.  Those cans have a foil cover, much safer.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Hoarding

The other night I was watching "Hoarding".  I like the show although sometimes I have to turn it off because of the living conditions of the hoarders.  Other times, it spurs me on to clean up my own collection of "stuff".  I had already been in the process of cleaning up my office for about the millionth time, but this gave me additional incentive.

One of the participants was under orders from his town to clean up his yard.  It seems he would pick through trash and take things that he thought he might have a use for.  He was particularly fond of taking machinery and building supplies that were being thrown out.  There was one comment that he made that got me thinking.  He said something to the effect that he had so many ideas and projects that he thought these things would be useful for some time in the future.

A few days earlier, I said to myself that one of the reasons that I have so much clutter is that I have so many interests and projects that I want to do.  There are bags of yarn in my office for a baby blanket I want to knit and donate, but I haven't gotten too far because I lost the instructions for the design of the blanket.  There is also a ball of styroform, a dowel, a can of stain and a collection of small flowers and bows for a topiary I want to make.  I also have a collection of linens that were hand embroidered by my mother many, many years ago.  Then there are all my photographs, the paper necessary for printing copies and the supplies of ink for my printers.

Am I becoming a hoarder?  There may be hope for me since this is the only room that is in such disarray and I am currently in the process of cleaning my pantry and garage.  Or am I just making excuses for myself?

Thursday, February 9, 2017

How to Get Things Done

I was watching The Five tonight and they were talking about the democrats and how they were fighting everything that the president is trying to do.

Bob Beckel, who I like and am glad to see back on the show, commented that that was just what the republicans had been doing for the past eight years.  He is right, but his party is just acting like spoiled children.  Just because someone does something to you, it doesn't mean that you should retaliate. 

The democrats should try to show that they are more mature and want to show our country that they really care about it.  Instead, they are whining that the republicans started it.  When my boys were young, I never cared who started an argument, I just cared that it was over.  If they stopped blocking everything and everyone, maybe something could finally get done.

Monday, January 30, 2017

Recent Protests

I woke up very early this morning, too early to get up and start the day.  I turned on the TV and all I heard about were the protests about the president's latest orders that would delay the entry of refugees and immigrants from seven middle east countries with terrorist ties until they could be properly vetted.

I think I have a solution to the problem.  Everyone who protests should agree to sponsor and house a refugee as soon as they arrive in the country.  This way, we would know the whereabouts of the refugee and the liberals who protest would be showing the world that they are not all talk and no action.  I'm sure many of these people have room in their homes and hearts for one or two of the people who have been forced from their homes or wish to live in our country instead of the turbulent middle east.

Come on all you Hollywood celebrities who have given speeches welcoming the refugees and immigrants, open your homes and truly welcome these people.

Friday, January 20, 2017

LOCAL BOY MAKES GOOD

I was born and raised in Queens, NY.  Woodhaven to be exact, actually I still have some ties to Woodhaven.

The local boy I'm talking about did not actually live in Woodhaven, but his father helped to build that section of Queens.  He built many homes there and supported many of the local businesses.  He did live in Jamaica Estates, a short drive from Woodhaven.  I used to dream about living there, but could never afford it.

You have probably figured it out, the local boy I'm talking about is our new president, Donald J. Trump.  He wouldn't have been my first choice, but when he announced his candidacy, I was hooked.

I'm very pleased to call him President Trump. 

If only the children who have boycotted the inauguration would put their hurt feelings aside and attend this historic moment - the peaceful transfer of power.  There is time later for debate and arguments.  You may not like the president (I didn't like Obama),  but, if I had gotten the opportunity to attend his inauguration I would have, just to be a part of history.  And, although I didn't like our former president, but I did respect the office, and what it stands for.

Congratulations to our new president!

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Today marks the end of the only week of the year when I say that I actually hate Christmas.

I have finally finished taking down the decorations, undressing the trees and putting everything away, well almost everything.  Knowing my history, in a day or say I will discover some ornament or decoration that was overlooked.  It will then be put in a drawer somewhere and hopefully, next year I will remember it.

It wouldn't be so bad if I were not such a Christmas nut.  I have decorations and wreaths all over the house.  Since I have four trees, there are a lot of ornaments that have to be removed from the trees, wrapped in paper and placed in a storage container.  Then I have to wrestle with the trees to put them in their boxes and put in the garage.  Most of this is done when Crash and Burn are sleeping, otherwise, they will "help" me.

I am proud of myself though.  I only broke one ornament when I was putting them away.  I did discover however that one of my nutcrackers which I bought on my first trip to Germany was beheaded.  This morning I discovered how that happened.  I recently had some shelves installed so I can display some of the trinkets I bought on various trips.  I had put that nutcracker on the shelf.  Today, I caught someone, Burnie, climbing up the back of the recliner and checking what was left on the shelf.

I had liked the way I rearranged the furniture for the tree, and planned to keep it that way.  That has to change.  I quickly moved the recliner to another spot, but I'm not sure I like it there.  I'll give it a week or so to see how it works out.

I just have one box to put away and then I can relax, possibly with an adult beverage.

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Yesterday's snow made it an ideal day for soup.  Fortunately, I had some stew meat in the freezer and a selection of vegetables.

I browned the meat, added the beef broth (I haven't tried to make my own stock, one day I will.), then searched the freezer for the package of mixed vegetables.  I couldn't find them, so I did the next best thing and used the green beans, corn and carrots I had on hand.  I added some crushed tomatoes and just let it simmer all day.  About an hour before I planned on eating, I added some barley.  Some day I'll tell you about my brother's adventure with barley, but that's a story for another day.

I had a Pillsbury loaf of French bread in the refrigerator, so I set it up and baked it.

A meal this hearty called for a glass of good red wine.  I chose a merlot from the Raphael Winery on Long Island.

While I was eating, I remembered another snowstorm.  It was really more of a dusting, but the sidewalk had to be shoveled.  I took my boys, Bill was about 4 1/2 and Jimmy was about 2.  I let them play in the snow while I worked.  When I was finished, I told them we would go in the house and have a blizzard party.  I made hot chocolate for me and warm hot chocolate for the boys.  We had some cookies and enjoyed our blizzard party.  Little did I know that the next week we would have another storm, this one was  bigger.  After the shoveling, Bill asked for another blizzard party.  I learned that if you do something once with a child, it becomes a tradition and must be done again.

Such happy memories of the times when my boys were little.

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Snow

It's snowing today.  I love, love snow.  I guess it's because I have so many happy memories of snowstorms of the past.

One winter we were visiting my aunt and her family in upstate New York.  The pond behind her house was frozen and we children wanted to go ice skating.  There was a problem.  There were five children (I was the youngest) and only four pairs of skates.  My very resourceful aunt found some wood blocks around the house and fashioned a pair of :"skates" for me.  I was thrilled that I was able to join my brother and cousins "ice skating" on the pond.  It didn't matter that they really weren't skates, my aunt cared enough to put some pieces of wood together so that I could join the others.

Does anyone remember December 26, 1947?  The weatherman predicted snow flurries.  Well, we got about 28 inches of flurries.  That was another fun time.  Because there was a garage under our house and a community drive behind the house so that drivers could get to their garages, the snow was quickly cleared.  Our house was near the corner, so most of the snow was piled up right next to our house, giving my brother and me a huge pile of snow which we declared a fort.  We cleared an area for us to hide behind the piles of snow and were safe during our many snowball fights with the other kids on the block.  So much fun.  There was also a hill at either end of the community drive and that made for excellent sleigh riding.

Then there was the year I had planned a family reunion.  My son was coming home for Christmas, so it was a good time to get together with the family.  The snow started in the morning and continued all day as I cleaned, cooked and answered calls from family members saying they couldn't make it.  There I was, clean house, plenty of food and no party.  I called a few of my friends who live nearby and invited them to a "blizzard party", complete with food and adult beverages.  All evening, we commented on how pretty the snow was and were glad that the plows were out clearing the roads.  Then it was time to go home.  We hadn't thought that while the road was clear, the driveway wasn't.  After several unsuccessful tries to move the cars, one of my friends mentioned that since I have cats, I must have some kitty litter.  We put that under the tires of the cars and everyone was able to drive away, only to face the same problem when they reached their homes.  We still talk about that night.

There were other storms including the time we were on our way home from Catskill, NY and the state of New York closed the Thruway in Newburgh.  My husband and I were lucky enough to get the last room at the Howard Johnson where we stayed for two days playing hooky from work.

No wonder I like snow so much.  So many wonderful memories.