January 21, 2018

ALL THE NEWS THAT'S FIT TO PRINT



Reality is a little blurred these days.  The eye doctor says my cataracts are to stage three…an elective surgery stage.  It’s the year they renew my driver’s license, and my vision is borderline for renewal.  The dentist says the alternates are an implant, which he recommends, but he could try to replace the broken post or give me a flipper until I can afford it all. 

The tooth came out again last night at dinner.

Poolies doctors have stopped chemotherapy and radiation.  They have warehoused her in the nursing home where G’s dad died.  She is having terrific hallucinations as the pain meds wear off.  We are stopping by today.

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  • Himself:  Tourists in the museum yesterday.  Friday he fixed the store’s small cart and reports it has serious metal fatigue.  We had a really nice dinner at the Brig last night to thank friends for helping schlep the cookbooks.
  • Me, myself, and I:  Friday meeting with tooth, tonight meeting without tooth.  We are looking for a new cart for the store and going to see “The Post.”
  • Reading:  Louise Penny.
  • Captain Poolie:  Not good.
  • Gratitude’s:  That love is still here.  That there is kindness in the world.


January 19, 2018

RACING

Datsun 1600, SPL 311

Racing to finish the latest Louise Penny, so we can race downtown to the clinic to have my blood drawn so we can race home to get G to work on time.  I can’t schedule the CT scan of my stomach without the blood draw.  Write now.  Post this.  Post to Facebook for the Discovery shop, eat breakfast, go to work, come home and Get G so he can race me to the eye doc so they can dilate my eyes, then dinner, and a meeting.
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  • Himself:  Lovely free birthday dinner at the Boat House.
  • Me, myself, and I:  I read most of the day.
  • Reading:  Louise Penny, “A Great Reckoning.”
  • Captain Poolie:  Totally drugged into a stupor.  Moving her to a nursing home.  Very sad to see her.
  • Gratitude’s:  Lots.

  • January 17, 2018

    SUCCESS AT LAST


    Photo: Dairy Goodness. Google.

    I’ve been trying to make a decent baked apple for eons.  Once long ago, I could cook anything with great verve and produce a pretty good dish at the end.  I prided myself on my cooking.  Not baked apples though.  I’ve never succeeded in making an edible baked apple.

    I have more cookbooks than Carter has Little Liver Pills.  I’ve tried to make baked apples from all of them.  I’ve failed every time.

    Short on time, I thought why couldn’t I try to bake an apple in the microwave.  I looked up a recipe in Google, and, as usual, I followed the directions to the letter.  I thought there might be way too much spice.  Nope.  I thought three and a half minutes would be too little time as our microwave is old.  I added another 30 seconds, and I have to tell you…they were a success. 

    Mouth wateringly marvelous, actually.  Unbelievably simple too.
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    Baked Apples for 2: All Recipes:  Nicole M.

    2 Apples
    2 Tablespoons Brown Sugar
    1 Teaspoon Nutmeg
    1 Teaspoon Cinnamon
    2 Teaspoons Butter

    1.     Core the apples, Peel or not, leaving the bottom intact.
    2.     In a bowl, mix the brown sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg. Spoon the sugar mixture into the apples and set a teaspoon (or more to your taste) of butter on top of each apple. Place the apples in a deep casserole dish and cover.
    3.     Microwave for 3 1/2 to 4 minutes or until tender. Let the apples sit for a couple minutes before serving.
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    • Himself:  Really doing well.  Our friend Tom S died on the 9th...we mourn his happy presence.
    • Me, myself, and I:  Finished the back of Bobbies Quilt and created cacophony.
    • Reading:  Starting the new Louise Penny.
    • Captain Poolie:  Totally drugged out.  We visited and found her asleep.  Should have left then.  Beginning Chemo through the port in her head to her brain stem.
    • Gratitude’s:  For everything today.




    January 15, 2018

    GETTING READY


    Comic Con 2017, Friday.

    All sorts of things are coming up….rapidly. 

    If you follow G’s blog you will note that Comic Con is coming up in July.  Spring Round up is in April.  But this week, there is one significant occasion…G’s Natal birthday.  Dinner out Thursday…just the two of us bayside.  Dinner out with friends Saturday on the yacht basin.  Nothing really fancy, just a celebration….we like celebrations.

    My life is much more mundane.  Laundry all day today.  Dentist today at two.  Eye doctor Friday…George is driving.   If I am lucky, I will get the back of Bobbies quilt done, and the quilt pinned by the end of the week.   Imagine that.
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    • Himself:  At work early.  Meeting
    • Me, myself, and I:  Bubble and squeak with Kielbasa tonight.
    • Reading:  A Kellerman and Kellerman mystery.  New.
    • Captain Poolie:  Feeling beginning to return in her legs as the tumor on her spine shrinks.
    • Gratitude’s:  That I had time this morning to go to the pool, to talk with friends there, and to walk many laps.

    January 14, 2018

    TIME



    Baltimore Album Quilt, 1850’s, Mingei Museum.

    Time seems to float on by me these days. Sometimes it pauses.  I can feel that.  I read a chapter, look up, and only moments have passed.  I can sew the whole back of a quilt, with severe measurement problems and me failures, and only an hour passes. 

    Yet, nearing time to sleep, time seems to compress it’s self until little gets done.  No pauses that I notice.  Dinner…I read a good mystery while I cook.  I keep quiet and simple as does the meal.  Dishes?  Gotta find fabric to finish the back of the quilt instead.  I have no time to get things done after dinner if I want to catch a favorite show.

    Today, I am taking unworn clothing out of my closet while himself plays computer games.  I shouldn’t feel annoyed as it is my suggestion that he does his.  I’m bothered in a guilty sort of way.  My stack is bigger than his stack sort of thing. 

    Time seems wrapped tightly this afternoon.  I need to relax and enjoy the watery sunshine, enjoy visiting Poolie, enjoy G’s birds fluttering in the trees.


    I too need to pause.

    January 12, 2018

    SOMETIMES ALL YOU CAN DO IS LAUGH




    So the dentist said, “We will watch them,” and I continued on with my day.

    I took a couple of hours to haul two boxes of books to work and price them.  By the time I got home, the Doctor had called with a diagnosis and prescription.  G took me out to eat to celebrate the good teeth, and the front tooth promptly came out again in the middle of an olive. 


    Sometimes, all you can do is laugh.

    January 11, 2018

    CAPTAIN POOLIE NEWS


    Captain Poolie, January 19, 2018.

    I work with a wonderful nurse named Barbara.  She’s a very up to date woman with information I didn’t take in the first time she told me.  “Lymphoma always comes back,” she said. 

    Poolie’s Lymphoma has returned.  This newest hospitalization was in La Jolla because the wait to get into the ER was over an hour.  The flu here is an epidemic.  She’s back at her usual hospital now with news that the lymphoma has returned, there is a tumor on her spine, and she is now paralyzed from the waist down. 

    The day they discovered it, they tattooed her and began radiation.  She’s in tears thinking she will be stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of her life.  I am acutely aware that Lymphoma always returns.
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    • Himself:  Feeling very good.  Made dinner appointment for his Birthday, took day off to take me to the eye doc on the 19th, Saw Poolie at the hospital last night.
    • Me, myself, and I:  Literally everyone at the hospital was wearing a mask.  Security was at the door greeting all visitors with masks.  It was a Frightening experience.  I’m waiting for a CT scan appointment.  Dentist today.
    • Reading:  Nothing at this second.
    • Gratitude’s:  That I’m only wearing out.


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