It’s time to replenish the meat supply around here. Mother Hubbard’s freezer compartment is almost bare. I found a package of some kind of meat with this cryptic label - “4-5 BF.” No doubt a gift from some hunter friend of Jerry’s. I thawed it out and sautéed it. It turned out to be some kind of spicy, ground-meat sausage. I made soup out of it, and it was delicious! Wonder what it was - exactly? I’m thinking the “BF” must stand for beef? But it could just as well be the hunter’s initials if they were dividing up meat at some hunting camp in the woods. I guess it could be anything from alligator to rattlesnake. Well, whatever. It was good!
Thursday, November 29, 2018
I set out this morning with a list of errands and the determination to find a bright side to the inevitable annoyances. Here goes:
- You can get your food quicker in McDonald's drive-thru than you can by going inside - because all the employees are focused on the drive-thru, not the customers at the counter. Bright side: I have a car.
- No matter how sure you are about what you want at GNC, the clerk will try to talk you into something else. Bright side: You get practice in sticking to your guns.
- Hobby Lobby is too BIG! Bright side: You get plenty of exercise.
- Michael's small size makes finding what you want easier, but sometimes they need a bigger store just to accommodate the long lines. Bright side: You develop patience (maybe).
- Kids' latch hook activity kits have 1400 little pieces of yarn in each one. Bright side: I don't live with the kids I'm buying these for. (Tee Hee)
- Nice boxed sets of stationery are not to be found - not even at an upscale establishment described as a "papeterie." Nice boxed stationery used to be everywhere - from department stores to dime stores. Bright side: A lesson - don't take anything, especially good things, for granted. Nothing gold can stay.
Sunday, August 26, 2018
One of the few joys of a flaming hot August in southern Louisiana is the flourishing potted plants on our deck. Of course, having them flourish means a religious dedication to getting out in the heat to water them. I haven’t always been so dedicated, but I’ve resolved to water and to sweat, and the pay-off is worth it.
I haven’t set foot off Bywater Farm in seven days. I was looking forward to going to church this morning and having lunch with my middle daughter. But I have some kind of virus, so I’m home again today. I’m really a home body, but after seven days or so, I’m feeling the effects of cabin fever. And for me, cabin fever means too much thinking - too much naval gazing.
I wonder why resolutions come to my mind in August? Aren’t they reserved for January? Maybe so, but I think it might be a natural result of the stifling August heat. The mind can’t help but ponder what might make your own life and the world in general a little better.
The fourth commandment says, “Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy.” It was an easier commandment to keep back in the 1950s when I was a child. Stores closed on Sunday. A few drug stores and gas stations were open, but retail stores were closed. I’d venture to say that some people back then went to church simply because there wasn’t much else to do.
I feel another resolution coming on. Social media is full of angst - political posts and depressing news articles about rape, murder, and abductions - not to mention the airing of personal dirty laundry. I’m too private a person to ever air the personal stuff, but I do make political posts, and I share depressing news stories. I am resolved to stop making these posts on Sunday. On Sunday I’ll post cute kittens, uplifting poems, and photos of beautiful scenery. Maybe I’ll post some creative writing about a fantasy world free of political corruption and mankind’s inhumanity to mankind. If I was a better person, I’d probably resolve not to make any posts on Sunday, but I have to start somewhere.
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Whether you are a full-time or part-time homemaker, no doubt your daily round includes some cooking, laundry management, and cleaning what shows. As a break from the dailiness of everyday life, I sometimes enjoy doing the seasonal household chores.
Cleaning all the stuff and places that don’t show usually means encountering surprises - and some are actually pleasant. Yesterday my hubby helped by getting on a ladder and handing dishes and other items from a high shelf down to me. One was this lovely old pitcher that belonged to my grandmother. Inside the pitcher was a magazine clipping and my late mother’s notation in pencil that it was clipped from “House & Garden,” the June 1974 edition. I’ve certainly dusted this pitcher many times since 1974, but I don’t remember seeing this clipping. Although my grandmother’s pitcher isn’t exactly like the one described in the clipping, when I looked at the bottom of it, I saw that its hallmark is identical to the one in the clipping - which, of course, is what prompted my mother to save this clipping inside the pitcher.
As I washed my collection of pitchers, I wondered why people don’t use pitchers much anymore. No doubt it’s because of the way things are packaged today. We pour a glass of milk right out of the gallon jug. Our grandmothers - or great-grandmothers - milked the cow and needed something to put the milk in. Today we pour juice from the container it comes in. When I was a child, juice always came in cans. It wasn’t safe to store the juice in its can in the refrigerator, so it was put in a pitcher for serving. Although the heyday of pitchers is past, I still use a pitcher for iced tea or lemonade. One or two pitchers would be sufficient, but I can’t part with my little collection of pitchers, so they will go back on the high shelf in my dining room now that they’ve had the dust washed off of them.
Saturday, June 23, 2018
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Monday, May 14, 2018
After feeding the horses at about 8:00 am and turning them out, I decided that today is the day to spend some time outdoors. Our deck has been adorned with dead plants in pots - casualties of neglect and our frigid winter. Although I’m not prepared to plant anything new at the moment, empty pots look better than plant corpses, so I started the cleaning out process. The big plastic tub on a rolling cart that we bought about a year ago has not served very well for the barn purposes we had in mind, but I think it’s going to be useful as a garden cart - you know, for removing dead corpses.
Rocky, enjoying breakfast
Days of freezing temperatures during the winter took their toll on our citrus trees. The satsuma and orange trees survived, but the lemon tree is dead. Removing it will be a project for another day.
It’s not too hot yet - only 83 degrees - and there’s a pleasant breeze. The mockingbirds are in fine form this morning - going through their varied repertoire with gusto. I’ve filled the bird bath and watered Jerry’s tomatoes while he helped me prune some of the plants that are still alive.