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When it rains it pours?

    Last week during the rain, I had to go outside and retrieve our recycling cans from the street.  I unlocked the gate and, since I had Gavin on the leash, took him with me.  All was fine until on the way back in as I was walking down the wood ramp my feet went out from under me as if I was on ice.  I landed on my butt however, most of my weight went on my left wrist. 

      Hours later, after icing the wrist a couple of times, the pain was enough to prompt me to go to my doctor.  X-rays proved I didn’t break it but I did sprain it.  Thus, the brace on my wrist.

     Then, later that night, as I went to post these pictures, my phone line broke.  I had no phone (other than the cell phones) or internet. 

     I finally have my phone line repaired and my wrist is healed now too.

Another ‘almost’ fail recipe

     It’s a good thing that I’m good at doctoring recipes.  I tried one from the AHA Meals in Minutes Cookbook last night that could have been a total fail. 

     The recipe is called No-Chop Stew and the flavor was not there at all.  I added garlic,  basil, and oregano to boost the flavor.  After the additions the taste was acceptable.  I made notes in the cookbook.

     Anyone getting my old cookbooks after I’m gone will find notes on most of the recipes.  The notes range from, “This is a good one.” to added ingredients to make the recipe a good one.

MS there are good days and bad days

     Yesterday was a good day for The Curmudgeon.  He seemed to have a decent amount of energy and his balance was fair most of the day.  Today should be about the same.

     I can’t say that about tomorrow.  Tomorrow is his day after shot day.  That is his worst day of the week.  Every Monday night he gives himself a shot of Avonex and every Tuesday he pays for it with poor balance, weakness, and sometimes flu like symptoms. 

      I think that’s a piss poor record for a medication that is supposed to do him such good.  Some days it feels so hopeless.

Trapped again

     Day two of street work brought another rude jack hammer awakening and having our driveway blocked all day.  With an entire street to park the back hoe and trucks on, yes, they had to block the only driveway–ours.

     I won’t go to the grocery store until next week because I refuse to shop on a weekend, especially this time of year.

     However, I do hate feeling trapped and we certainly have been that for the last two days.  Therefore, I might take a trip to the farmers market if I feel like braving the crowds.

Hoping to avoid a vet bill

     Gavin has a small hematoma in his good ear.  I took his collar off him to keep him from hitting the ear with his tags while he’s shaking his head.  I put an icepack on his ear sort of pinching the hematoma between the folded pack.

     It hasn’t gotten any bigger so far.  If we can keep his head shaking to a minimum and ice it from time to time–he will only let me do it once a day–we might be able to avoid a vet visit, bill, and the usual stitching of the ear.  His other ear was stitched several years ago but that hematoma was huge compared to this one so far.

     Keep your fingers crossed, he REALLY hates going to the vet.

Changes in our diet

     Big changes are coming.  Today I put my meat order in with a company we’ve dealt with for several years.  I think we will surprise our service.  I’ve made some big changes in what we’ll order.

     We do this every six months.  Then they come in and load our freezer and I don’t need to buy meats at the grocery store.

     We won’t be ordering anywhere near the red meats that we have in the past.  Although The Curmudgeon doesn’t like fish or turkey, we’ll have some on the list.  I’ll eat it and he can has a cheezeburger.

     I’m looking forward to the changes.

Just another day

 

     A little while ago I turned off the TV.  Now, as I sit here at my desk, all the sounds I hear are coming from the two crates behind me.    Soft snores punctuated with a tail wag or two make me smile.

     I love the night when the dogs are snoozing and The Curmudgeon has gone to bed.  I feel as though I can catch my breath a little.  It’s nice to have no demands on me for a little while.

     Yesterday was a busy day for me.  Gavin had another earache so he was constantly looking for attention.  Patty was feeling left out which meant another one who wanted me.  The Curmudgeon was having one of his bad days too. 

     When he went upstairs for a nap I thought I’d get a break because both dogs usually decide they need a nap too.  Nope, Gavin’s earache had him shaking his head every few minutes, poor boy.  No nap for him and no break for me.

Wanted: new heart smart recipes

 

     I am still experimenting with new recipes.  The Curmudgeon has so far only liked about half of what I’ve tried from the heart healthy cookbooks I bought. 

     Help, I am quickly running out of recipes.  I downloaded another fifteen free cookbooks to my Kindle and only about half of those are heart healthy. 

     Do you have any heart smart recipes you love and men tolerate well?  If so, please post them in my comments section to share with me and other heart patients.

Morning? Nope.

 

     I got a call from the place that delivers meats to us.  They wanted to make an appointment to come and take our order. 

     “So, do we set an  appointment for 9 a.m.?”  She asked.

      I laughed.  “I don’t do mornings.”

     “How about 1:00?”

     I laughed again.  “How about Two?  At one I’m barely on my second cup of coffee.  By two I’d be awake enough to do an order.”

     “And can we make it on Monday?”

      “Nope.  Let’s put it off a week.”

      She sighs, “Okay.  How about December 4th?”

     “Perfect.  See you at two then.”

     Wait until she sees the complete change in our order.  I pretty sure there will be some tearing of hair. 

Another senior moment

     Earlier, much earlier, I had an idea and thought, “wow, that’d make a great blog post!”  I didn’t make a note, should have.  For the life of me I can’t remember what was so brilliant.

     Is it any wonder that every flat surface in my house is covered with sticky notes?

     They aren’t just my sticky notes, The Curmudgeon has his share of them too.  His are far more cryptic than mine.  For example, do you have any idea what sw=E4 Z22 2:30 means?  Neither do I.

     Mine are more like, livingroom rugs 11′ by 8′ and 8′ by 5′.  Then there’s “Dn’t fgt Lot ticks.”  Easy peasy right?

     However, here I am writing away and I still can’t remember what that brilliant idea for a blog post was, DUH.

She’s baa-ack and creepier than ever.

     I really could’ve gone the enitre year without having the Target lady show up on their commercials again.  Please Target make her go away, she’s downright creepy.  She’s the stuff of nightmares.

     I’m sure I’m not only person completely creeped out by her.  I’ve begun to change the channel the instant she shows up on the screen.  Is this good advertisement?

Oh, muse of mine, return to me

 

          Oh, please muse of mine come kick me in the a** and jump-start my writing.  Seek me out and hold a gun to my head–make me write.   

     Take the blank spaces in my brain and fill them to overflowing with words.  Make the words dance and the voices come back to sing operas.

      Make my fingers fly over the keyboard telling the tales locked up inside me.