Discussion in 'The Village Square' started by Logan, Mar 25, 2021.
Dad is that your joke?
Chuckle (re Dirtmechanic's post)
Melody, "Fallers". I like that but haven't heard that before. It's very descriptive, that's exactly what you see when the tree comes down. A wholloping big fall.
Today is making care packages for my daughters. My oldest is travelling from her Outlaws tomorrow morning back to her home in another province across the Rocky Mountains. We will meet her at tiny community that we can access on a logging road over the back of the mountain.
Care package for the oldest is Rhubarb, home canning of Antipasto, pickles, pepper jelly, pickled asparagus, garlic, onions and potatoes. Care package for my younger daughter who lives in the same city is home canning of apple sauce, strawberry jam, raspberry jelly, dried morel mushrooms, garlic, tomato concentrate, potatoes and onions. I'm baking a double batch of Snickerdoodles for them both, and some apple pie. Each of the girls will also get a rainbow trout that Mom caught.
A dinner of pulled pork and homemade buns will be in the cooler for when my oldest and her partner arrive home after a 14 hour drive.
This Momma's bear likes to show her love anyway she can, and the harvest of the gardens and the kitchen are two ways that I can do that . It makes me happy.
This is sweet to read, Mel. You’re a keeper.
I feel that I must ask you though—what are snickerdoodles. You have my full attention.
@Sjoerd Thank you for the kind words.
Snickerdoodles are type of sugar cookie. It has cream of tartar and baking soda as the leavener, which is a nice contrast to the coating. They are shaped into little balls, rolled into cinnamon sugar and then flattened with a fork. This recipe was my grandmothers and a familiar favourite of my adult kids.
Cheers Mel. I must say, those took like they would be very good.
Thanks again for the explanation.
Our doctor's surgery invite their eight thousand patients to play "the appointment game."
You phone up at 8.00 a.m. on the dot Monday to Friday and whoever gets through by continuous dialing, people often using a couple of mobiles and a landline to improve the odds, stands a chance of "winning" one of the few appointments that are available.
You can estimate your chances by going on the website where there's a rolling diary which tells you which doctors will be available on any particular day, on some occasions this can be as few as two.
"Patient Access" an excellent on-line booking system which worked well was closed a year ago.
Having failed to get an appointment when I really needed it, when I had a problem with my back, a couple of months ago, I had a recurrance of the problem last Thursday.
I'd had enough of the pain by yesterday, so I phoned the surgery and asked to speak to the practice manager.
The receptionist's "What do you want him for?" got short shrift from me.
"I'll tell him when you put me through."
I reminded him of the problem I'd had before and the impossiblity of getting an appointment and my e-mailed complaint about it.
So he said he'd get the "On call doctor" (a position of which I had never heard) to ring me. She did a couple of hours later. Having listened to my symptoms, she told me to come in to see her at 4.30pm.
After an examination, she prescribed some strong anti-inflamatories, which seem to be working, but I won't be right for anything physical for at least a week or two. So no golf for a couple of weeks and not much gardening apart from using my garden vac for the leaves and possibly the Flymo next week.
She took my blood pressure which was OK and weighed me.
"Ooo! You're the same weight as you were the last time we weighed you in 2010!
I must have been half a stone over the weight I'd liked to have been then, as I think I am now.
It had its amusing moment.
My wife, ever concerned that I should cut down on anything strenuous at my age, questioned me on my return.
"Did she say anything about not going up ladders?"
I replied, "Ladders didn't come into the conversation."
That sounds like a frustrating experience, especially when you're in pain DHR. Taking it easy won't be easy, but it will get you to the golf course sooner. ( ermmmmm..... and I'm with your wife on the ladders hahahaha. Thought you'd already given them up? ) Try to rest that back. I know that resting is not an easy task for you because life calls for the opposite.
Today is a busy day tackling a list that must be completed within the next week. Hopefully by the end of the day I will have the last of the kindling split and stacked, the bedding out of Angus' Hilton palace washed and on the clothesline, remaining tarps and plastic on the camper, trailer and sawmill, and a breakfast and lunch packed for a fishing trip to the Alpine tomorrow. ( pretty excited about that). The last fishing trip of the season, and I really love going to the Alpine. It's so beautiful.
Today is Angus' bath day ( he will not be pleased). He will however like not being as itchy as his winter coat comes in. It won't be quite as bad as Johnny Cash's "And we crashed through the walls and into the street
Kicking and a-gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer" ( name that song..)....but it will require two adults and a collar. hahaha Poor guy hates the water, but loves being clean.
For a long time hubby has had trouble with his right leg, he found it difficult to bend the knee up as he used to and not being able to put his right shoe on, socks and his trousers. I've been helping him and trying to do other things as well. He made a appointment with a private physio he said that he had enough and he wasn't going to bother getting in touch with his Dr. He's been told that he has bad arthritis in his right hip and he'll need a hip replacement, he will need a x-ray. She sent a email to his Dr and hubby was given a copy of the letter. He phoned his surgery this morning and they hadn't received the email but made a appointment for the 8th of December.
My elderly neighbor tells a story about one of his first of multiple joint replacements. He asked the Doctor when he was going to say it was time for the replacement. The Doctor said "Oh No! You are going to tell me when it is time!"
Awwwwww . We should have Rufus give Angus a talk. Rufus loves baths (showers, really ). But haircuts are another matter. He doesn't like haircuts one bit.
That's right, hubby was slowly getting worse and slowly not able to do the things that he usually does. The only thing is he won't be able to drive for 6 weeks and i don't drive.
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