tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80999607018928474052024-02-22T16:53:54.306-05:00It's Only TemporaryRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.comBlogger311125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-81953557887500147222022-10-27T01:00:00.002-04:002022-10-27T01:00:00.175-04:00Checking Back IN/On the Road Again With My Sister! - Part 2<p>I'm BACK. Again. I see that my last post was in MAY - nearly 6 months ago. (I thought it had been longer, but hey...) I guess I kinda sorta checked out. I didn't mean to, but, well, life. And not bad things, either. Maybe too many good things. But I always return to writing, and so here I am. Sorry it took so long.</p><p>The <a href="https://its-only-temporary-ruth.blogspot.com/2022/05/on-road-again-with-my-sister-for-loads.html" target="_blank">previous post</a> about our Sisters Trip to the Smokies highlighted the wildflowers we saw, the Roots and Rocks we clambered over, and other sights along the Roaring Fork Motor Trail. There were plenty of other things we did inside the park!</p><p></p>One of the first things we did inside the park was head for the Sugarlands Visitor Center, on the Gatlinburg, Tennessee, side of the park, to get our passports stamped! Yes, we are Those People With Passports. But it was jammed with people so we returned a couple of days later SPECIFICALLY to get our Passports stamped. It's an obsession!<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKU5c7jgWh4jWXShmoBLF75YIUlPrG7x6Xol4RN8FlIq1JqKWzqxz1StwqaNHrKeU-HH3Rrvn1fUI5O77RjregCsP8dNI-R5CYZon1gfoz4w20OONT8yKLjZvsuqFQ9aey1d0IQPGN28cLuy4UZAwONpc3vFf-0lGuRySZHOOo0nxlMGVZTMqPElBxlQ/s1498/PXL_20221026_191654841.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1465" data-original-width="1498" height="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKU5c7jgWh4jWXShmoBLF75YIUlPrG7x6Xol4RN8FlIq1JqKWzqxz1StwqaNHrKeU-HH3Rrvn1fUI5O77RjregCsP8dNI-R5CYZon1gfoz4w20OONT8yKLjZvsuqFQ9aey1d0IQPGN28cLuy4UZAwONpc3vFf-0lGuRySZHOOo0nxlMGVZTMqPElBxlQ/w100-h98/PXL_20221026_191654841.jpg" width="100" /></a></div>The stamps are rubber stamps and they look a lot like round postage cancellation stamps. There was one for the Sugarlands Visitor Center, and another for the Appalachian Trail, which passes through the park end to end for 71 miles, from Fontana Dam to Davenport Gap. I despair of ever getting ALL the stamps because there are national parks outside the contiguous United States in Alaska, Hawaii, American Samoa, and the U.S. Virgin Islands, with more parks being designated all the time. But it's fun to TRY! <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyL9PaBgBDxHDP6oRFRPLdg50jYAuQPP--JMC-ODm3KyAk0vKlSC8Cvh5KsCKQHGrFMBNYqZgXyMrG4ZSZkd2OqowzV33BGxyjMuRgfhkOkiAJYNfDMfIrN-9FYNHoJ4c-Rbn7Zdj57O_NoyaCYAejPy-GTgYQ_im1BeN1LKArpPdYKJ4BtbklAB_Bjw/s4032/PXL_20220425_152857444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyL9PaBgBDxHDP6oRFRPLdg50jYAuQPP--JMC-ODm3KyAk0vKlSC8Cvh5KsCKQHGrFMBNYqZgXyMrG4ZSZkd2OqowzV33BGxyjMuRgfhkOkiAJYNfDMfIrN-9FYNHoJ4c-Rbn7Zdj57O_NoyaCYAejPy-GTgYQ_im1BeN1LKArpPdYKJ4BtbklAB_Bjw/w113-h200/PXL_20220425_152857444.jpg" width="113" /></a></div>After the ordeal of the so-called "easy" trail at the Bud Ogle cabin off the Roaring Fork Motor Trail, we opted for an "accessible" paved trail close to the Sugarlands Visitor Center. We skipped the one AT the visitor center, but drove a little way into the park to the Sugarlands Valley Nature Trail, which was paved and flat - a nice change from the Bud Ogle trail! The trail is designed to be totally accessible - no rocks or roots or rocky stream crossings or steps up or down. It must be the flattest trail in the entire park! At only a half mile, it was short and fast, but we lingered. Being close to the main road to Newfound Gap, we expected to hear a lot of road noise, but once we got away from the parking area, the quiet descended. With only a couple of others on the trail, we felt far from civilization, but of course, we were NOT. The trail is a loop. We started on the section closest to the road, saving the riverside half for last. There were chimneys remaining from a settlement that used to be in this location and we wondered what it was like to have lived there at the time.<p></p><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UcG8genxyjDoRSUPKft96hpP__ECMx0z1mNq3wQiBFwISd7nOqFk7dtR11gSo-JO5ROQ-VCmgCjn5-BhUTIxIZCf36_obsxK-5y-oFdLsH87SiJ4MWKa8tGUpMOiszzL3LmXyxJQ2ZCev-rxU9ttAMSdINOJQ3eDgNN_U3flDFOTUXg3dPvWL8NSgg/s4032/PXL_20220425_165207036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UcG8genxyjDoRSUPKft96hpP__ECMx0z1mNq3wQiBFwISd7nOqFk7dtR11gSo-JO5ROQ-VCmgCjn5-BhUTIxIZCf36_obsxK-5y-oFdLsH87SiJ4MWKa8tGUpMOiszzL3LmXyxJQ2ZCev-rxU9ttAMSdINOJQ3eDgNN_U3flDFOTUXg3dPvWL8NSgg/w200-h113/PXL_20220425_165207036.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>We visited Newfound Gap, but skipped Clingman's Dome. The Gap was busy, but the road to Clingman's Dome was so backed up, we decided to forego the dubious pleasures of an overcrowded park attraction.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjrihZ6w34jHUImnVUcmaAGaVgWKGc9AyVytqajabU0Vfy16rjGU0GTgpnQ_lqZfoX6M8k_DMLQMzlp2UaOTl3uaVHiUuuzi3XLKBGSElwPxl9O21i0DZUapve8bkke4tuNQF4ZS74PYluhNR4b2iWgbdsgB4d1NiGwbfzVuKJrnDhFUaBk2m84ZBzw/s1536/PXL_20221026_191715360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1487" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjrihZ6w34jHUImnVUcmaAGaVgWKGc9AyVytqajabU0Vfy16rjGU0GTgpnQ_lqZfoX6M8k_DMLQMzlp2UaOTl3uaVHiUuuzi3XLKBGSElwPxl9O21i0DZUapve8bkke4tuNQF4ZS74PYluhNR4b2iWgbdsgB4d1NiGwbfzVuKJrnDhFUaBk2m84ZBzw/w93-h96/PXL_20221026_191715360.jpg" width="93" /></a></div>On the North Carolina side of the park is the Oconaluftee Visitor Center (more Passport stamps!), and the Mingus Mill, an impressive historic grist mill just a short walk from its own parking area. I have a fascination for water-powered mills, and I was not disappointed, except that it was not milling when we were there. Something wasn't working correctly and they were waiting for The Man to come and fix it. I walked upstream (and uphill!) to where the water to turn the mill wheel is shunted from the river - a nice little hike - again, beside the water and quiet. These mills were engineering marvels!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrg3WYG1gE1oMiFxtXcR2B7dnwsUZ06Q25xrqieVr0prKEB8iCqqP0Sf4D4InE4VhjQlDTrw8A4ym7KJrUoWm9oFzIMvYpWl_Vh3weUXTJFctcArsB--4070t4YNOufu5pbt8_4M3zYYuNQqZUqMCuyExCkaN1X3_mSdtBK1TmgnW4AZF-dz5kBKw8YQ/s4032/PXL_20220425_180556335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrg3WYG1gE1oMiFxtXcR2B7dnwsUZ06Q25xrqieVr0prKEB8iCqqP0Sf4D4InE4VhjQlDTrw8A4ym7KJrUoWm9oFzIMvYpWl_Vh3weUXTJFctcArsB--4070t4YNOufu5pbt8_4M3zYYuNQqZUqMCuyExCkaN1X3_mSdtBK1TmgnW4AZF-dz5kBKw8YQ/w72-h128/PXL_20220425_180556335.jpg" width="72" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2IiJeJqDmfaiRUpZ-4JqaeOKLJPCodXo5JhV2WPdjFTgMU1ckxnOObOQUz9jqC6Bcd1I6KfMTnv6P6BGn-YZDsD-LNpVggNZKpw_oJVQyN4vtBHPJLPDZPr3Aj-_tTBGoKbGyQCJdnOgtSYuTjyM7fOnr1AMy1VnoqmxIN09-L5JOfPqkDCUCg8mnQ/s4032/PXL_20220425_181020063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2IiJeJqDmfaiRUpZ-4JqaeOKLJPCodXo5JhV2WPdjFTgMU1ckxnOObOQUz9jqC6Bcd1I6KfMTnv6P6BGn-YZDsD-LNpVggNZKpw_oJVQyN4vtBHPJLPDZPr3Aj-_tTBGoKbGyQCJdnOgtSYuTjyM7fOnr1AMy1VnoqmxIN09-L5JOfPqkDCUCg8mnQ/w200-h113/PXL_20220425_181020063.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbv9B7jsLyiuqTLwkqYc_XkIig208KM2iOLSvAZHG0-uy9kB11joSoGxs4VmEiQM3a9fKutrmCOElH2YYZO3E_E3a87U6m63FTNtJbN26drW4Q7o1XKbqxSH4bXD0sq0Pp9fsDAn6aYCQ9p1cBohAb03DmRL3L47avHXRfjqES9ID81-V5qxQEy4YFg/s4032/PXL_20220425_180656344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbv9B7jsLyiuqTLwkqYc_XkIig208KM2iOLSvAZHG0-uy9kB11joSoGxs4VmEiQM3a9fKutrmCOElH2YYZO3E_E3a87U6m63FTNtJbN26drW4Q7o1XKbqxSH4bXD0sq0Pp9fsDAn6aYCQ9p1cBohAb03DmRL3L47avHXRfjqES9ID81-V5qxQEy4YFg/w72-h128/PXL_20220425_180656344.jpg" width="72" /></a></div></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></div>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-2968194208695900202022-05-31T01:05:00.000-04:002022-05-31T01:05:30.532-04:00Decoration Day and Peonies<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlVL54UYFjTPbZ-TA5VXYrtfI6yaLkuDET3YwXbLdvNYIe1LZfdlzNwWETopdhYbvG60lU2iy4bSNLy9Gh4MJf2KRubF45nEWzNBWyq8C9Gm1LeGHMW_5K7k5GqlbuFGV4ctdY3Vkyp31Iy2FckMztIaqBqLIQ-fif357CQAtGOuHTo_UBrxKsvznFAg/s3524/PXL_20220531_031401278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3524" data-original-width="2268" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlVL54UYFjTPbZ-TA5VXYrtfI6yaLkuDET3YwXbLdvNYIe1LZfdlzNwWETopdhYbvG60lU2iy4bSNLy9Gh4MJf2KRubF45nEWzNBWyq8C9Gm1LeGHMW_5K7k5GqlbuFGV4ctdY3Vkyp31Iy2FckMztIaqBqLIQ-fif357CQAtGOuHTo_UBrxKsvznFAg/w129-h200/PXL_20220531_031401278.jpg" width="129" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the posters<br />I found inside my<br />new tote bag!<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>A week ago, the town where I live celebrated the second annual Indiana Peony Festival. The peony is the official state flower but never had its own party until last year. I dragged a friend along to stroll around Seminary Park and nose around the vendor booths. I returned home with two 1-gallon pots of peony plants, a tote bag, and two posters.</p><p>Memorial Day and peonies are inextricably linked in my mind. Peonies generally bloom the last week of May, just in time for Memorial Day.</p><p>Memorial Day was originally established in the former Confederate states in 1866 and adopted by the United States in 1868 (*See below) to remember soldiers who died during the Civil War - from both sides, Union and Confederate.</p><p>The ladies of Columbus, Georgia, began decorating the graves of fallen soldiers with flowers from their gardens, including the graves of Union soldiers, on May 30, 1866 - just one year after the end of the Civil War. For years, the holiday was called Decoration Day, before officially becoming Memorial Day.</p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1IZQWWyXf3ydHYvFmTVgEl_fEviU-xW0uyyvuPOujQ1DXO37UXgfYqdhHFQnazmSpA_RMg75OvSXLUTgiWJyDM_1XHBTmNhTlC_9qGfsjV0kENnIwFh-FNABPOqe9on-2sdZPWoqB661qlfulxubJ2QMcCjSK8ya_MbqcKS7otTMRB9SWdtt9pKZIEw/s3484/PXL_20220531_031422774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3484" data-original-width="2268" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1IZQWWyXf3ydHYvFmTVgEl_fEviU-xW0uyyvuPOujQ1DXO37UXgfYqdhHFQnazmSpA_RMg75OvSXLUTgiWJyDM_1XHBTmNhTlC_9qGfsjV0kENnIwFh-FNABPOqe9on-2sdZPWoqB661qlfulxubJ2QMcCjSK8ya_MbqcKS7otTMRB9SWdtt9pKZIEw/w130-h200/PXL_20220531_031422774.jpg" width="130" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's the Peony<br />Trail poster.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>I remember my great aunt making plans to visit the cemeteries and decorate the graves of relatives who had served in the military. She always called it "Decoration Day," and the preferred blooms for the job were peonies - abundant, conveniently timed blooms, and gorgeous. </p><p>When I was growing up, peonies were considered old-fashioned "grandma flowers," probably because the people who grew them were the older folks who still made the pilgrimage to the cemeteries on "Decoration Day" with tubs of cut peony blooms, and maybe because if you had any peonies in your garden, they almost certainly came from thinning the plantings at Grandma's house! </p><p>But peonies seem to have made a comeback - not only at my town's festival, but in the stores on printed fabrics and decorative items. There are a TON of YouTube tutorials on how to draw and paint peonies using every possible art medium available!</p><p>Every May there are big showy flowers all along one side of our house. So why did I buy two pots of additional plants? Well, you just can't have enough peonies! There's always a spot where you can squeeze in one or two more. Along with the Indiana Peony Festival, my town has established a "Peony Trail" - locations of notable plantings of peonies. I don't think our house will ever be included, but if you drive down our street you'll see plenty of peony beds. Here are some of my blooms.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiluDm2nEFAgVYGWH0PYYtzpbivLY-EjFChxte9er7wtSiuTy7RHoh_aQ0Qi6707kag-AO-_MGX5X_DeWGATuhxIayn-O-yABfMNNonxeic0kQFEoaltZF_BQEkFG8AQFn3iQNBV_5DjIocgLFvKZxlBu17-j0GP6_nn24ucaFv0koanHySqpsRb8ijg/s2506/PXL_20220529_011035065~2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2506" data-original-width="2196" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiluDm2nEFAgVYGWH0PYYtzpbivLY-EjFChxte9er7wtSiuTy7RHoh_aQ0Qi6707kag-AO-_MGX5X_DeWGATuhxIayn-O-yABfMNNonxeic0kQFEoaltZF_BQEkFG8AQFn3iQNBV_5DjIocgLFvKZxlBu17-j0GP6_nn24ucaFv0koanHySqpsRb8ijg/s320/PXL_20220529_011035065~2.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAHCN0svrk29xWoFEwnYdAbF7B-4yaoWdptdazhorDPqSCWgo2rbJ4J1dDQQHb1k-Dj0T1KJ3CRnBI9JY8gx41h0AnysfqYLM5q2r--OT0YxEniEp7p4KPGaYXLQXn7kBYdZQTBg3nS1bq59xAtHUKi9XoOKAlE3kP0Cq3iRs2EDeHxetrJrz9kqjQA/s2580/original_7ce15025-d716-475f-998d-45dc3059fdd3_PXL_20220521_210903994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2580" data-original-width="2167" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAHCN0svrk29xWoFEwnYdAbF7B-4yaoWdptdazhorDPqSCWgo2rbJ4J1dDQQHb1k-Dj0T1KJ3CRnBI9JY8gx41h0AnysfqYLM5q2r--OT0YxEniEp7p4KPGaYXLQXn7kBYdZQTBg3nS1bq59xAtHUKi9XoOKAlE3kP0Cq3iRs2EDeHxetrJrz9kqjQA/s320/original_7ce15025-d716-475f-998d-45dc3059fdd3_PXL_20220521_210903994.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNgIp2gV92LI6gZdNnPqq4r3ASL35h4YGK7irw-sAtZ-phTeRoFaklwqSC5YO61qMD5cKjv-t37OYbakXWdxZeZhr9TnuKTuP-UHuIXunazgvUZH08SwpZz-8VI0kCVA95EaP0U6fjPOTbVsAySlfNjEo5NGwqdZ94DAxhdUPZJPuTMG7upncpr9U7Q/s3294/original_a85d491f-6658-471c-9090-d5771221cfdd_PXL_20220521_210839978.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2239" data-original-width="3294" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNgIp2gV92LI6gZdNnPqq4r3ASL35h4YGK7irw-sAtZ-phTeRoFaklwqSC5YO61qMD5cKjv-t37OYbakXWdxZeZhr9TnuKTuP-UHuIXunazgvUZH08SwpZz-8VI0kCVA95EaP0U6fjPOTbVsAySlfNjEo5NGwqdZ94DAxhdUPZJPuTMG7upncpr9U7Q/s320/original_a85d491f-6658-471c-9090-d5771221cfdd_PXL_20220521_210839978.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnR7ruCiiON4n2EDE_oblCBZTOde9_0K_cuwnzES2F841kCyU_M8Zq-tskhi3c1GEzRfU3w8lx7SI-CenIt9Pkw3QIFxD1fH36RucUTDnvONivnYuAGGl2hLr5NtRRiZTUsRlFbV136SvQKajKwrTU8mco9v_wcTiIxE3WfoPTYao-YtHpDgldnjNnxA/s3046/original_8146f080-48e3-4b39-bb7b-a6a94f5c3d63_PXL_20220521_210830897.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="3046" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnR7ruCiiON4n2EDE_oblCBZTOde9_0K_cuwnzES2F841kCyU_M8Zq-tskhi3c1GEzRfU3w8lx7SI-CenIt9Pkw3QIFxD1fH36RucUTDnvONivnYuAGGl2hLr5NtRRiZTUsRlFbV136SvQKajKwrTU8mco9v_wcTiIxE3WfoPTYao-YtHpDgldnjNnxA/s320/original_8146f080-48e3-4b39-bb7b-a6a94f5c3d63_PXL_20220521_210830897.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOazaMGGXIRuF7B9FOzBSLrCsAbpocHrPmwpGZ_i5qBHjZW0MpqcgQ0xEFSZDGNMxTpV7b2ni72Rexu5zJYrzicbSQYFHWRUokzGpvDuz2fFu9HxiK80h3kjzsuZo3mwnwSKzLC_i6RIiTrWC_hKlIKfrt9unOiOl4gxW2XIueaN-S8Pfip_cIDg1CNg/s3156/original_73784e59-2e1d-4353-b64b-bc57cdffd4ff_PXL_20220521_210808670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3156" data-original-width="2268" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOazaMGGXIRuF7B9FOzBSLrCsAbpocHrPmwpGZ_i5qBHjZW0MpqcgQ0xEFSZDGNMxTpV7b2ni72Rexu5zJYrzicbSQYFHWRUokzGpvDuz2fFu9HxiK80h3kjzsuZo3mwnwSKzLC_i6RIiTrWC_hKlIKfrt9unOiOl4gxW2XIueaN-S8Pfip_cIDg1CNg/s320/original_73784e59-2e1d-4353-b64b-bc57cdffd4ff_PXL_20220521_210808670.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><br /><p>I've decided to make the cemetery pilgrimage myself next year. I'll need all the peonies I can get!</p><p>--------------------------------------</p><p>*Although there were people from both the North and the South who embraced the sentiment of Decoration Day, there were others who weren't ready for reconciliation. Friancis Miles Finch, a Northern judge, academic, and poet, inspired by the observance in the South, composed a poem that was so widely circulated in newspapers, magazines, and books that by the end of 1867, Decoration Day/Memorial Day was adopted by the North, where it was first celebrated in 1868. In 1893 the poem was included in a school book published by Ginn and Company, <i>Selections for Memorizing</i>, alongside such standards as "Old Ironsides," "The Gettysburg Address," "The Charge of the Light Brigade," and selections from Shakespeare, Dickens, Burns, and Longfellow, among others. Here's the poem:</p><p align="center"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">The Blue And The Gray<br /></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"></span><small><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Francis Miles Finch (1827-1907)</span></small><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"></span></b></p><div align="center"><center><table bgcolor="#F8F8F8" border="0"><tbody><tr><td><strong>By the flow of the inland river,<br /> Whence the fleets of iron have fled,<br />Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver,<br /> Asleep are the ranks of the dead:<br /> Under the sod and the dew,<br /> Waiting the judgment-day;<br /> Under the one, the Blue,<br /> Under the other, the Gray</strong><p><strong>These in the robings of glory,<br /> Those in the gloom of defeat,<br />All with the battle-blood gory,<br /> In the dusk of eternity meet:<br /> Under the sod and the dew,<br /> Waiting the judgement-day<br /> Under the laurel, the Blue,<br /> Under the willow, the Gray.</strong></p><p><strong>From the silence of sorrowful hours<br /> The desolate mourners go,<br />Lovingly laden with flowers<br /> Alike for the friend and the foe;<br /> Under the sod and the dew,<br /> Waiting the judgement-day;<br /> Under the roses, the Blue,<br /> Under the lilies, the Gray.</strong></p><p><strong>So with an equal splendor,<br /> The morning sun-rays fall,<br />With a touch impartially tender,<br /> On the blossoms blooming for all:<br /> Under the sod and the dew,<br /> Waiting the judgment-day;<br /> Broidered with gold, the Blue,<br /> Mellowed with gold, the Gray.</strong></p><p><strong>So, when the summer calleth,<br /> On forest and field of grain,<br />With an equal murmur falleth<br /> The cooling drip of the rain:<br /> Under the sod and the dew,<br /> Waiting the judgment -day,<br /> Wet with the rain, the Blue<br /> Wet with the rain, the Gray.</strong></p><p><strong>Sadly, but not with upbraiding,<br /> The generous deed was done,<br />In the storm of the years that are fading<br /> No braver battle was won:<br /> Under the sod adn the dew,<br /> Waiting the judgment-day;<br /> Under the blossoms, the Blue,<br /> Under the garlands, the Gray</strong></p><p><strong>No more shall the war cry sever,<br /> Or the winding rivers be red;<br />They banish our anger forever<br /> When they laurel the graves of our dead!<br /> Under the sod and the dew,<br /> Waiting the judgment-day,<br /> Love and tears for the Blue,<br /> Tears and love for the Gray.</strong></p></td></tr></tbody></table></center></div>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-21683563174339722322022-05-23T00:13:00.003-04:002022-06-19T20:48:29.060-04:00On the Road Again With My Sister For LOADS of R&R!<p>Because of COVID, I have a backlog of timeshare usage and I'm trying my best to use it up before it expires. So I traded in a week for a trip to Gatlinburg and dragged my sister along with me! We ALWAYS have a good time together.</p><p>We crammed a HEAP of fun into one week!</p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0TjITERVnpVWHYcsfvxzb_zV4qd6qhGPnWRh64uiAHiMOGt4kVkwa2txs-QMPmtmAF5ddZ4Wt02C2i1IXDN2pESRHJUoI8UllzIZbEqvwWjuvw-0XVGgVP_0uCWLivJSJGwgHww67vjnZuTRD8AONaHhB4QPLeO-Bby1GSIF9FDde9sFvTWKJJ26bRQ/s4032/PXL_20220424_190427915.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0TjITERVnpVWHYcsfvxzb_zV4qd6qhGPnWRh64uiAHiMOGt4kVkwa2txs-QMPmtmAF5ddZ4Wt02C2i1IXDN2pESRHJUoI8UllzIZbEqvwWjuvw-0XVGgVP_0uCWLivJSJGwgHww67vjnZuTRD8AONaHhB4QPLeO-Bby1GSIF9FDde9sFvTWKJJ26bRQ/w200-h113/PXL_20220424_190427915.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bud Ogle Cabin<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Naturally, we spent a lot of time in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park since we were pretty much right there. We hiked some trails, explored some old homesteads, nosed around some campgrounds, and got our National Parks Passports stamped!<p></p><p></p>We drove the Roaring Fork Motor Nature Trail. Our first stop was at the Bud Ogle cabin, where we decided to hike the 0.7-mile, 30-minute, "easy" loop nature trail. <p></p><p>Well...!</p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYg5fxCXY1D6q5fFjMOFzTHlWvvkMqTml4vbhCmOfobkwJx7fsumDhzKM0kqVqxOiQtnWnQhO076Zf6KgB9H28t5XyemoslDNskpMhV6xiaIXqghKvXQWWah0o8QbDwiV66iOqLz-8pRQFtdZXiVrSsnJ-WNpy0mC1slIYW-IDmXXSB4LENUbBjUv9uA/s4032/PXL_20220424_212110676.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYg5fxCXY1D6q5fFjMOFzTHlWvvkMqTml4vbhCmOfobkwJx7fsumDhzKM0kqVqxOiQtnWnQhO076Zf6KgB9H28t5XyemoslDNskpMhV6xiaIXqghKvXQWWah0o8QbDwiV66iOqLz-8pRQFtdZXiVrSsnJ-WNpy0mC1slIYW-IDmXXSB4LENUbBjUv9uA/w200-h113/PXL_20220424_212110676.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td></tr></tbody></table>We got our fill of hiker's R&R (Roots and Rocks) on that trail. And we had to clamber over fallen trees, cross streams on either log bridges (where there WERE bridges) or teetering rocks. My sister actually fell (gracefully) at the last crossing. The rock rocked one way and she went over the other way. Luckily I had packed a couple of hiking poles for us and we used them, or it would have been harder on us.<p></p><p>It was NOT an "easy" trail. I'd call it a moderate trail. At one point we (I) missed a turn and we had to backtrack a little. And the "30 minutes" turned into 90 with picking our way through the R&R, which seemed to be most of the trail. </p><p>It was beautiful and QUIET, though, and we enjoyed it. A bit of a challenge when you're not used to doing that sort of thing, and challenges are good for you - they stretch your horizons! Right?</p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGb5BASkS312Occi9zInYyISmtFO-dyJkqP9hZ9EEfBwgneaAkwBzeRGhgQ630A89U_lQB84zTMCYISLkX2fE812-gz5wxDJTaLnxyzoV1FAbiv1AkrJVrqOS80KGI5c1Bvud7X58DKlbNHWdrzXUIbI-YbcrqXQneO_lPR478hT2M4LdB8tQL3fsHPw/s4032/PXL_20220425_165207036.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGb5BASkS312Occi9zInYyISmtFO-dyJkqP9hZ9EEfBwgneaAkwBzeRGhgQ630A89U_lQB84zTMCYISLkX2fE812-gz5wxDJTaLnxyzoV1FAbiv1AkrJVrqOS80KGI5c1Bvud7X58DKlbNHWdrzXUIbI-YbcrqXQneO_lPR478hT2M4LdB8tQL3fsHPw/w200-h113/PXL_20220425_165207036.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Newfound Gap<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Our stay overlapped with the 72nd Spring Wildflower Pilgrimage in the Park, which a couple of my friends, one of whom is a presenter, attend every year. So before they arrived, we had our own wildflower extravaganza - they were everywhere!<p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVki_wbcgYO5fKmtiUUY8oR8i0uqfdBRboso_By5fCFDNoHEpjOU-4tJOyn3jHj1fLgvcr12XryneHJv2-oMDhF6YzTc4a3VfPqzSk8YJTUlc9LaMlj8mHF76HoM8gv7Nm3BmXUACMWXQ4So9QC8V2FYNxm2nSXxJEEBHAwdKg9MGmDyRgDLmX-awJcw/s4032/PXL_20220424_195521408.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVki_wbcgYO5fKmtiUUY8oR8i0uqfdBRboso_By5fCFDNoHEpjOU-4tJOyn3jHj1fLgvcr12XryneHJv2-oMDhF6YzTc4a3VfPqzSk8YJTUlc9LaMlj8mHF76HoM8gv7Nm3BmXUACMWXQ4So9QC8V2FYNxm2nSXxJEEBHAwdKg9MGmDyRgDLmX-awJcw/w113-h200/PXL_20220424_195521408.jpg" width="113" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geranium<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>We visited Newfound Gap where there were banks and banks of wildflowers along a stretch of the Appalachian Trail which crosses the road there and continues on to Clingman's Dome and Charlie's Bunion.<div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-KYX-7cW4aL46zpcTHtX392b_WMG9I8NrhLux9-iCeikgCRZ71NxP76WfTFttP9OMYqZ1UNRNgZfomXfZD0WQsZcwmL4t0ybuT-9cTNb8OZMMvFuV6qhgb8TQkoq2xTBemnp8hzugFnJap3meUM2zJVD_mnCtpPf-O28BXtob8MyouRKH-Tlw29YOQ/s4032/PXL_20220425_164757802.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-KYX-7cW4aL46zpcTHtX392b_WMG9I8NrhLux9-iCeikgCRZ71NxP76WfTFttP9OMYqZ1UNRNgZfomXfZD0WQsZcwmL4t0ybuT-9cTNb8OZMMvFuV6qhgb8TQkoq2xTBemnp8hzugFnJap3meUM2zJVD_mnCtpPf-O28BXtob8MyouRKH-Tlw29YOQ/w200-h113/PXL_20220425_164757802.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fringed Phacelia<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq2cIbfgPNf1gcpZ5nk5FZLc_wwwMmFjWymIM8OGCfDl36V83ctafs5NDZ-rHMAvV2jXECgAZgjBt1bOZ7c6UgIt6KyMXz5uD26eFyHRq3-WywK6W93zbbCr0n5IE9l_RbdLmO-ano-ri-bf0273Sk1Kmv-QlNPYRWb7ueXcC6t7xzpJbvWNFkhyR5ng/s4032/PXL_20220425_164729008.jpg" style="clear: left; 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margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmab6NqM9Zre5Bw-bDvPFLQTImJD0k0WHiq9f-m1zwYy7GtKiQir1yHHaQ00ZOfJ7dF1BW-Lth1NEUCjufQVA-4gt00I0I27R_46utR-aCVtZvKUZnkv5oagnGVkIHP8Z40nwfr-SimvrS13V1ASQeNdid2imEVawoMS6XFw8CC2wKZ4uLl-admgrcrQ/w113-h200/PXL_20220425_164531875.jpg" width="113" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bluets<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiempwmVQmwHsdFIuNGLh29jmmr8dYrHBYRxxYUIoZi-uhWoacoCTOkfxbpZewmWS2uh_qqb5yyFU37qzEa8yTx_IyCwlmDBKn2L2sX_QCoKkl9T5QNx5Ruv79lMcaiIrM_a34lCXGIHyhngcc450FWvwkhOv13mp3Fj3jrPpEucRWlphqsRecTb44hA/s4032/PXL_20220425_164840272.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiempwmVQmwHsdFIuNGLh29jmmr8dYrHBYRxxYUIoZi-uhWoacoCTOkfxbpZewmWS2uh_qqb5yyFU37qzEa8yTx_IyCwlmDBKn2L2sX_QCoKkl9T5QNx5Ruv79lMcaiIrM_a34lCXGIHyhngcc450FWvwkhOv13mp3Fj3jrPpEucRWlphqsRecTb44hA/w113-h200/PXL_20220425_164840272.jpg" width="113" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Appalachian Trail<br /> </td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4oyqYLW9UBiYZHedfPhKc0MU1pN89KGRxCbkHFj9PjTUt4B6dFmCQHmI2b1nO_8TyyTky9BiS5TdPHhWSt48m6QoGv7TiLzsDBPE6zSDBlSd7si2P35QgS5-zNvW3fAQcVxXtT2fl-dxEq_8OO6IEEQc0aej8aX5OnHCaz_u3fQo4xKWbffgn7hHUnA/s4032/PXL_20220424_191812130.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4oyqYLW9UBiYZHedfPhKc0MU1pN89KGRxCbkHFj9PjTUt4B6dFmCQHmI2b1nO_8TyyTky9BiS5TdPHhWSt48m6QoGv7TiLzsDBPE6zSDBlSd7si2P35QgS5-zNvW3fAQcVxXtT2fl-dxEq_8OO6IEEQc0aej8aX5OnHCaz_u3fQo4xKWbffgn7hHUnA/w113-h200/PXL_20220424_191812130.jpg" width="113" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Iris<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ktx14bDl-bBBV7w0w5sOzUo1uM0mcq5vxE18napo1x_-m0Oyxd1tmCSLlDj52FHgPxjxhBBQtL09WfuXGjqXsfbjYikh9LtZm-ET0lL8qFjlQ6ODJLCB_PwGS8dS5fy2zBay6CGtRzSXMqhOtDitL5rlcBCelxAnx8aJxa-mbweamPzYQf1OBDGuzQ/s4032/PXL_20220425_160523033.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ktx14bDl-bBBV7w0w5sOzUo1uM0mcq5vxE18napo1x_-m0Oyxd1tmCSLlDj52FHgPxjxhBBQtL09WfuXGjqXsfbjYikh9LtZm-ET0lL8qFjlQ6ODJLCB_PwGS8dS5fy2zBay6CGtRzSXMqhOtDitL5rlcBCelxAnx8aJxa-mbweamPzYQf1OBDGuzQ/w113-h200/PXL_20220425_160523033.jpg" width="113" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fleabane<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYFfwm4eCIxE8juMb4JWfWCe2oXxSqUkSihUUZZT9zfgTK6HA4h3ahmklfLDM6oKa7fyc3mZuegKUmpP6vRc5dMuO98bV5E7lTdNOncv04LFQhJFALsYPkksgc6SDCLhzrZAyrDeD68zvFtvXGn-0krUPr9WyeF9IJS6oitM3FAkeqFLNmDULuc-Scjw/s4032/PXL_20220425_160202618.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYFfwm4eCIxE8juMb4JWfWCe2oXxSqUkSihUUZZT9zfgTK6HA4h3ahmklfLDM6oKa7fyc3mZuegKUmpP6vRc5dMuO98bV5E7lTdNOncv04LFQhJFALsYPkksgc6SDCLhzrZAyrDeD68zvFtvXGn-0krUPr9WyeF9IJS6oitM3FAkeqFLNmDULuc-Scjw/w200-h113/PXL_20220425_160202618.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yellow Trillium</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It's often rainy in the Smokies in the spring, but we lucked out with the weather that week. Every day was dry and beautiful except for one, which we used as our day of R&R (Rest and Recovery) before going out and doing it all again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We did much more in and out of the Park, but I'll stop here for now.</div></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-68150593542662575482022-05-04T15:37:00.001-04:002022-05-22T22:41:31.377-04:00Thirty Days in May<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaQ39wGm8o2RGEoLrVAlmesBjA7nbE5pO1-vApf78BB2IOsxXqF4WZZu3mpTSart5siT85oax4H_J2XbGLiAP7pQqDr4skwXPZkbVrrtHP4vAGOBn6ZGH8CCUZ9G9aFL-Ka0QtsPjQ5Vq_hPBkGuRvsPh2DKCpJ56D44KwTzcfcdyN9pTCgEruqq-4w/s4032/PXL_20220504_192943345.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaQ39wGm8o2RGEoLrVAlmesBjA7nbE5pO1-vApf78BB2IOsxXqF4WZZu3mpTSart5siT85oax4H_J2XbGLiAP7pQqDr4skwXPZkbVrrtHP4vAGOBn6ZGH8CCUZ9G9aFL-Ka0QtsPjQ5Vq_hPBkGuRvsPh2DKCpJ56D44KwTzcfcdyN9pTCgEruqq-4w/s320/PXL_20220504_192943345.jpg" width="180" /></a></div>Today is the official start of the events leading up to the Indianapolis 500, but it just doesn't feel right to me. I guess I'm old and crotchety. Oh me.<p></p><p>Back in The Good Old Days, young'uns, the 500 festivities started May 1, not on a Wednesday in the first week of the month - THE FIRST. The Race itself was run on Memorial Day, MAY 30 - not the Sunday before the last Monday in May. People talked about "RACE DAY" and nobody asked "Which race?"</p><p>It used to be all about the Thirty Days in May in the newspapers (yes, there used to be more than one) and on TV and radio. There was big 500 news EVERY DAY. Elementary school art teachers taught kids to draw race cars. There was the 500 Festival of the Arts exhibit and competition for local high school students. People stuck checkered flags in their front yards and hosted race day cookouts. Who does that now? Sad.</p><p>Drivers used to stay at the Speedway Motel or in people's homes, believe it or not! And not like an AirBNB-type place, either. Actual people's HOMES. In their SPARE BEDROOMS, and sometimes BASEMENTS.</p><p>The Snake Pit had no bleachers, no family-friendly picnic area, and no grass most of the time. If you weren't looking for trouble, you didn't go there except by accident or sheer ignorance. It was full of bikers and drunks and women flashing their goodies - oh my! (MAYBE we could do without THAT tradition - HA!)</p><p>If you went to the 500 Parade, you didn't need a reservation to watch; you could line up along the route and crane your neck to see, or climb up the steps of the old Post Office/Federal Building and find a seat - all for FREE. Now you pretty much have to pay for a reserved bleacher seat if you want to see anything at all. UGH. </p><p>Practice days were every weekday. High school and college students would skip school to go to practices, and return the following day with the most amazing lobster-esque sunburns! Qualifications were run every weekend. Today's "Carb Day" was Carburetion Day, when the crews tuned the cars' carburetors (no fuel injection!) in preparation for The Race. </p><p>Anyway, the 500 was a big deal here. But for the last couple of decades, it seems to have lost its luster. What was once a source of local pride and excitement became a nuisance (the traffic!) and just another day - ho hum.</p><p>However, Penske recently bought the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, and seems to be trying to bring back some of the local excitement. There are commercials on TV that aren't just about "The Race is coming! Buy your tickets NOW!" but evoke nostalgia for the ceremonial rituals and traditions of the race. One of my friends has lived with the track nearly in her front yard her entire life, and can be excused for having a jaded attitude toward all the hoopla, but even SHE is getting excited about The Race again.<br /></p><p>There IS hope!</p><p>RACE DAY IS COMING!</p><p><br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-42509172833206343442022-04-14T00:00:00.001-04:002022-04-14T00:00:00.194-04:00Curbside Pickup Just Got REAL<p>As I wrote in a previous post, we replaced our dishwasher (ourselves) and thought we were done replacing things. </p><div>HA.</div><div><br /></div><div>My (ancient) laptop decided to start giving me fits. The sound played intermittently, and the touchpad stopped working. There were things I could do with it, but there were many more things I couldn't, so I started researching. Long story short, I got a new laptop - nothing fancy, but newer, and most importantly, it WORKS.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I'm finally done and I can get back to it, right?</div><div><br /></div><div>HA again!</div><div><br /></div><div>Last summer, I noticed that the plastic kill button on my boat's little outboard motor was chipped around the edges so that the clip that keeps the motor running couldn't perform its function. This has happened before, so I knew what was needed - a throttle assembly.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, the boat and motor are 35 years old this year. Parts. Ah, yes. It always comes down to Parts. I searched for places that carried The Parts. There were several, but only one had all the pieces for the throttle assembly. So I built an order.</div><div><br /></div><div>HOLY COW! The total! ACK! I have the original receipt for the old motor, and the amount for JUST the throttle assembly parts was more than what the motor cost new in 1987! OUCH. I mean, come on. After replacing the throttle assembly I'd still have a 35-year-old motor. Who knows what would fail next?</div><div><br /></div><div>So I REconsidered my options and searched for an equivalent NEW motor. I read reviews and sailing forums and ads and websites. It took several days, but I found a motor that would work. </div><div><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiamw72vhSpTD_RUmHuUwrIy0uybhT1l17JPTUo9EOdfYpnz8YNN91L9bX90KYVrLx7ve1QEQTSrGDnlMMizIrh6nVKgkvRYq0M_-oXQWiFJaGA_t42Z_IZAfNMD4Ap-oAyH9Ct1oSzy0t2yKE0ueqY0IDQ3Sk6Irdw2EfSB4wi9Ibh0QNc8JAsr9Jrog/s3403/PXL_20220321_160453287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3403" data-original-width="1964" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiamw72vhSpTD_RUmHuUwrIy0uybhT1l17JPTUo9EOdfYpnz8YNN91L9bX90KYVrLx7ve1QEQTSrGDnlMMizIrh6nVKgkvRYq0M_-oXQWiFJaGA_t42Z_IZAfNMD4Ap-oAyH9Ct1oSzy0t2yKE0ueqY0IDQ3Sk6Irdw2EfSB4wi9Ibh0QNc8JAsr9Jrog/s320/PXL_20220321_160453287.jpg" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The new motor, at home.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div>Time to order!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, if only it were that simple. Supply chain issues haven't gone away yet - will they ever?</div><div><br /></div><div>I found a few sites that carry The Motor, but only TWO with any in stock - that's the $64,000 question! </div><div><br /></div><div>One was in California and the other in Connecticut. The place in California was a little less expensive, but the "preparation fees" and shipping costs and all the other add-ons made it quite a bit MORE expensive. Bait and switch. The ancient cheat.</div><div><br /></div><div>I ordered the motor from Defender Industries in Connecticut. They only had two in stock. After considering my options AGAIN, instead of having it shipped, I said I'd pick it up.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, that's right. I drove to Connecticut to pick up a new outboard. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, I'm crazy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, just a little. I decided to make the most of the trip. Why not spend a week in New England? And I could look in on That Girl and her family on the way. So that's what I did. I visited in Baltimore and stayed one night going. I drove to Rhode Island, where I stayed for my off-season vacation.</div><div><br /></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zQJ6QAp-IEMri2NV0PdC807Qtg1cf_KhO54OsjwYEwU4QyUxndRrOCAeOoIdF6Lzo6AlGWM9BuLm3ECgHkYd4ilg8zjOkdvhkNHNOSO78qPSoyjbcCgP_eYwgJRBQAYMAgLO00omrOEsH5L3nNVhH14IpUgLrjQLmsxrS9OI0J6CogeQwG2jZI2-Aw/s3341/PXL_20220321_160545489.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3341" data-original-width="2180" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zQJ6QAp-IEMri2NV0PdC807Qtg1cf_KhO54OsjwYEwU4QyUxndRrOCAeOoIdF6Lzo6AlGWM9BuLm3ECgHkYd4ilg8zjOkdvhkNHNOSO78qPSoyjbcCgP_eYwgJRBQAYMAgLO00omrOEsH5L3nNVhH14IpUgLrjQLmsxrS9OI0J6CogeQwG2jZI2-Aw/s320/PXL_20220321_160545489.jpg" width="209" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Ultra-Low Emissions"<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>But the motor was in Connecticut! Not to worry. Where I stayed in Rhode Island was about two miles from the Connecticut state line, and Defender Industries was only a thirty-minute drive from my temporary home base. Half an hour in the car is nothing. It was the perfect location. I was only three houses from the beach. I did walk to the beach a couple of times, but it was too cold to do anything else there. Even the closest restaurants were closed for the season, and it snowed one night.</div><div><br /></div><div>No, no beach activities besides walking - in my down parka. I don't know that I've ever done that before. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, that Monday I went to Defender Industries. Why "Defender?" Well, they specialize in inflatables (!) similar to Zodiacs, used by all sorts of public safety agencies, and as tenders to yachts and stuff. They have ONE retail outlet and they carry ALL kinds of neato marine stuff, including sailboat hardware, floats, dock bumpers, Sunbrella material for covers, and just about everything you could wish for. </div><div><br /></div><div>A dangerous place! <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYxnYnXf37rtXR_DsbGyyU4VUK3sXhFZ8i4HXfCMHVzJuLKAGwEarxUIsUrUEjAGaY3i3ZcZRhV8IPOK_qcc8_mmRIUO7t7fspXqn_IEoI631aa8BVz6kACgd4bwoXSQHFpGWoEF3_6ew7X1Kg_d_K4kreAcs2SiotJrKCvTk8DwlVNi49NewEKqqKw/s4032/PXL_20220307_173708620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYxnYnXf37rtXR_DsbGyyU4VUK3sXhFZ8i4HXfCMHVzJuLKAGwEarxUIsUrUEjAGaY3i3ZcZRhV8IPOK_qcc8_mmRIUO7t7fspXqn_IEoI631aa8BVz6kACgd4bwoXSQHFpGWoEF3_6ew7X1Kg_d_K4kreAcs2SiotJrKCvTk8DwlVNi49NewEKqqKw/w180-h286/PXL_20220307_173708620.jpg" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's The Box.<br />No actual luggage.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>I had to go inside to let them know I had arrived. I showed GREAT restraint by not wandering around and exploring the warehouse-like expanse of boat-related goodies. I DID almost buy a set of charts for the Chesapeake Bay and another for the Block Island vicinity. I picked them up and leafed through them longingly, but better sense prevailed and I returned them to their shelves.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I drove around to the loading area, I saw The Box. Oh, I KNEW (in my head) what size it would be, but actually seeing it in the back of my vehicle, I started to wonder whether I'd be able to fit my luggage in there with it! </div><div><br /></div><div>I managed. </div><div><br /></div><div>And I managed well enough that driving home (via Baltimore again) I didn't have anything blocking the rearview mirror's sightlines.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, a successful curbside pickup. Now I just have to figure out the new motor's foibles and eccentricities - oh, boy!!!</div>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-7371409670971348422022-04-07T00:00:00.000-04:002022-04-07T00:00:00.205-04:00Sick, and Sick AGAIN, and...!It has been a challenging start to the year. I just can't seem to get any traction!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5ALPvn5_eiyvDw_PSCmqE08uX0rSgx8ozwv5zO0TnGM3kNIYXgRtDIBpmdyhH253m983UbQcaGHF8AP3IgRXz7odV-E6GWCKvJkIfuYeVm1d5ESLOTNAiirQ2AjCTBqb347fb9XEgesndDg0Dx0Qq94725wtL2veYYKeF2rvLJ3iPQJxAOCvvLX8mQ/s2705/PXL_20220403_194425876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2705" data-original-width="1915" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5ALPvn5_eiyvDw_PSCmqE08uX0rSgx8ozwv5zO0TnGM3kNIYXgRtDIBpmdyhH253m983UbQcaGHF8AP3IgRXz7odV-E6GWCKvJkIfuYeVm1d5ESLOTNAiirQ2AjCTBqb347fb9XEgesndDg0Dx0Qq94725wtL2veYYKeF2rvLJ3iPQJxAOCvvLX8mQ/w142-h200/PXL_20220403_194425876.jpg" width="142" /></a><br /></div><div>After spending Christmas with That Girl and her family, I came home with what I assumed was the usual Creeping Crud courtesy of the Grands, a.k.a. the germ factories.</div><div><br /></div><div>It seems I almost always come home with a LITTLE something after visiting Those People, but this one wasn't so little. I started sneezing (an odd occurrence for me!) and blowing my nose, AFTER I returned home, of course. Normally I just get congested with a sinus infection and it all drains down my throat and I cough like crazy to clear it all out. (I know, TMI - sorry!) But not THIS time! I never really felt congested, but I blew and blew and BLEW my nose. My word! Where did it all come from?</div><div><br /></div><div>I was exhausted. I didn't want to get out of bed or take a shower. I went through tissues faster than green grass through a goose. I was thirsty all the time because fluids were leaving my body via the ol' Schnozzola.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then came the day when I fixed some leftover soup for lunch. It smelled great and was good and hot - just the thing for a pitiable sickie. I took a bite and thought it needed salt So I salted it. I took another bite. Well, it still needed salt. So I salted it. I took another bite. What the heck? It didn't taste like I had added ANY salt AT ALL.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was so sick and exhausted, it didn't even occur to me until after few weeks and I was completely over it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I may have had COVID. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I was sick for about a month. Thank God it didn't last any longer. </div><div><br /></div><div>So... things should have returned to some sort of normal.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, no. Other STUFF came up (doesn't it always???) which I won't go into right now (the post would be long and rambling, so let's just stick to the current point) and as a result, I decided to take a trip east (AGAIN) beyond Baltimore and Those People, but I figured why not stop in and see them. It had been a couple of months, and the kids are fun to see. So I stopped in both directions, going and coming back, one night going, and two coming back. I would have only stayed one night heading home, but That Girl and her husband wanted to go out for the evening the second night, so I stayed and watched The Grands. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well.</div><div><br /></div><div>As usual, all three kids were coughing, and the youngest had an icky nose. And I got SICK. </div><div><br /></div><div>AGAIN. </div><div><br /></div><div>I started coughing almost the minute I got home. UGH. A few days later, I felt better. I seemed better. But over the following weekend, I got MUCH worse. But it behaved like a "normal" sinus infection. I went to the doctor that Monday and she concurred. I got antibiotics and went through a few more mountains of tissues.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then I got a phone call. "What are you doing this weekend? We have tickets to the NCAA Sweet Sixteen and Elite Eight games, and wondered whether you could..."</div><div><br /></div><div>What do you think I said? What should I have said? Ponder that a minute.</div><div><br /></div><div>What I said was, "I'm sick right now." And, "No, I'm not driving back there for one night and then losing another month to being sick." Or something to that effect.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, NO.</div><div><br /></div><div>So am I a Bad Grandma? </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe. </div><div><br /></div><div>Do I want to be sick again?</div><div><br /></div><div>NO.</div><div><br /></div><div>After all was said and done, I spent 7 weeks of the first quarter of this year SICK. </div><div><br /></div><div>And I'm not going through that again soon.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-67615739067992397652022-02-19T00:00:00.002-05:002022-02-19T00:00:00.179-05:00Appliances - AGAIN<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgytu0shj09sp4dVdKdaOPKjx-dq_jk2iZjfbYruC-AVAIzpWvNorgYvYU_qiwVm7wEFqqWUlKjgUvKbUjHaMFJKrpjgo2fwRJG_18QwYoc9EXHLlcI81byJH1jhd9Xcycob2Czm6PSDv7QU5mXPPc2q-I8B1OnjAYIVc7jMnCFo1aTuWZ6UpHKvsaIxA=s3182" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3182" data-original-width="2113" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgytu0shj09sp4dVdKdaOPKjx-dq_jk2iZjfbYruC-AVAIzpWvNorgYvYU_qiwVm7wEFqqWUlKjgUvKbUjHaMFJKrpjgo2fwRJG_18QwYoc9EXHLlcI81byJH1jhd9Xcycob2Czm6PSDv7QU5mXPPc2q-I8B1OnjAYIVc7jMnCFo1aTuWZ6UpHKvsaIxA=w213-h320" width="213" /></a></div>I thought we were DONE replacing major appliances.<br /><p></p><p>Since the COVID-19 pandemic began, we've replaced the washer, dryer, range, and refrigerator, and because the dishwasher was relatively new (just under 6 years old), I figured we had pretty much exhausted our major appliance needs.</p><p>HA!</p><p>The dishwasher's heating element decided to go on strike, so the "clean" dishes really WEREN'T. There were some other annoying things about it I'd been putting up with, but this was the last straw. Sure, we could have replaced the heating element, but the other annoyances would have remained. So...I went shopping - online.</p><p>When I looked a couple of weeks ago, I found a machine that would do, put it in my online cart, and went through the checkout rigamarole, only to find that there was NO installation available. Anywhere. So I didn't finish the transaction. Who could we get to install the new machine? A plumber? A handyman? Maybe someone recommended by a friend? </p><p>So I kinda sorta procrastinated on it, kinda sorta looked here and there for someone to install a dishwasher. I mean, after all, a malfunctioning dishwasher's not an emergency, right? So I goofed around for a week and a half.</p><p>Well... </p><p>That Man said, not in so many words, that it can't be THAT difficult and WE should be able to do it ourselves. I figured why not? We replaced our water heater ourselves. A dishwasher should be within our grasp. Oh me.</p><p>So I went back online, put the chosen machine in my shopping cart, and proceeded to the checkout. Lo and behold, a reprieve! Installation was back on the table! </p><p>However...</p><p>There may be some things we need to modify, according to That Man, or some things we may want to take care of while the space in the cabinetry is unoccupied - like maybe do something about the flooring in there or whatever.</p><p>Plus, we could save some dough if we did it ourselves. Oh me.</p><p>So the day before The New Dishwasher was to be delivered, we pulled out the old one - FUN. That Man descended into the crawlspace to have a look at the drain and the hot water line, shut off the water to the dishwasher, and roll around in the dirt and spiderwebs. When he emerged, I cleaned him up with a broom and compressed air - MORE fun. The crawlspace access is in our hall closet under the stairs, at the end where the stairs start, so not much headroom, and an ordeal for him.</p><p>The cats were fascinated by the new unexplored area in the kitchen, of course, and just had to nose around in there, the hairy little heathens.</p><p>The dishwasher arrived at 7:42 the following morning, and the old dishwasher departed with the guys in the delivery truck. </p><p>I won't go into detail, but sometime in the late afternoon, That Man asked whether I wished we'd paid to have the dishwasher installed. I didn't have the energy to answer right away, and besides, it was too late for that! We soldiered on and finished about 12 1/2 hours after the new machine was delivered, including two quick meals (I get testy when I'm hungry) and another trip into the underworld for That Man to turn on the water. More broom and compressed air.</p><p>The last test of my patience came when it was time to close up the toe kick. There was a huge amount of insulation to force into that space, and I got down on the floor and pushed and tucked and shoved, looked at the directions, and pushed and shoved some more, and looked at the directions, and stuffed it all up and around and in the toe kick. I took a few breaks, lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, and occasionally groaning.</p><p>THEN...</p><p>The toe kick panel had to be screwed into place. So I rolled around on the floor some more, pushing that piece of stamped sheet metal against the insulation I had just stuffed into the undersized cavity while the insulation did its darnedest to expand and spring back out and cover the holes I was trying to get the machine screws into. Plus the threads on one of the screws were messed up. More breaks and groaning.</p><p>One screw finally found its home, but the other just plain refused until That Man took pity on me. He got down on the floor and rolled around awhile, and eventually the final screw behaved. </p><p>The trim along the floor had to be put back. Of course, most of the nails were bent beyond redemption, so some more were exhumed from the depths of a cabinet in the garage. </p><p>By the time we finished everything, it was after 8:00 in the evening, and we were limp rags.</p><p>The following day, my body had mysterious aches here and there, but when I unloaded the small load of dishes I'd run overnight, they were CLEAN and DRY. </p><p>Totally. Worth. It.</p><p>And then That Man said, "The NEXT time we do this..."</p><p>ACK!</p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-10315144717727045142022-01-26T00:00:00.001-05:002022-01-26T00:00:00.169-05:00AGAIN, I Didn't Get to My 100 Book Goal for 2021, But...<p>...I improved on 2020, when I only read thirty!</p><p>Last year had a lot of the same issues as 2020, like That Knee That Wouldn't Cooperate, the continuation of the COVID-19 pandemic mess, and another major appliance replaced. Ugh. The funk I was in at the end of 2020 let up for a few months, then came crashing back down on me later in the year. But I read 57 books - a big improvement.</p><p>I read two of Betty MacDonald's (<i>The Egg and I</i>) memoirs; she wrote four, and I have read every one now. All are well written and, at times, hilarious! </p><p>Another set of memoirs - two from Beverly Cleary, who died last March at the age of 104! She's the genius behind the books about Henry Huggins, Ramona Quimby, Ribsy, <i>et al</i>; they should be required reading for elementary-aged kids. </p><p><i>The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse</i> is basically a gorgeous picture book ostensibly for children, but adults will get something out of it, too.</p><p><i>The Badass Librarians of Timbuktu</i> is about the struggle to collect and preserve the art, culture, and literature of Timbuktu in the midst of war and genocide - which nobody seems to hear anything about.</p><p><i>The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek</i> is a novel based on the real-life "Blue People of Kentucky." Search for information on these people who live way back in the hollers of Appalachia, and read the book. There are a couple of anachronisms (on purpose) in the book, but they are explained in the Afterword.</p><p>Here are recommendations from my 2021 reading list:</p><p></p><ul><li><i>The Bridge Ladies</i> - Betsy Lerner</li><li><i>Onions in the Stew</i> - Betty MacDonald</li><li><i>The Plague and I </i>- Betty MacDonald</li><li><i>D-Day Girls: The Spies Who Armed the Resistance, Sabotaged the Nazis, and Helped Win WWII</i> - Sarah Rose</li><li><i>The Bad-Ass Librarians of Timbuktu and Their Race to Save the World's Most Precious Manuscripts</i> - Joshua Hammer</li><li><i>The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse</i> - Charlie Mackesy</li><li><i>Bonhoeffer: Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy</i> - Eric Metaxas</li><li><i>On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft</i> - Stephen King</li><li><i>The Girl from Yamhill: A Memoir</i> - Beverly Cleary</li><li><i>My Own Two Feet</i> - Beverly Cleary</li><li><i>The Diversity Delusion: How Race and Gender Pandering Corrupt the University and Undermine Our Culture</i> - Heather MacDonald</li><li><i>Irreversible Damage: The Transgender Craze Seducing Our Daughters</i> - Abigail Shrier</li><li><i>The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek</i> - Kim Michele Richardson</li><li><i>Tisha: The Story of a Young Teacher in the Alaskan Wilderness</i> - Robert Specht</li><li><i>Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World</i> - Vicki Myron</li><li><i>A Single Thread</i> - Tracy Chevalier</li></ul><div>If you want to see the full list, click <a href="https://its-only-temporary-ruth.blogspot.com/p/books-i-read-in-2021-complete-list.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-76056718252142282952022-01-13T00:00:00.011-05:002022-01-13T00:00:00.170-05:00It's a New Year, All Right<p>Well, months have come and gone, and 2021 is a memory - thank GOD!!!</p><p>I've hated to jinx it, but it APPEARS The Knee is going to finally BEHAVE. Looks like the extreme antibiotic protocol and the last surgery have done the trick. So on to other things.</p><p>Last year was absolutely depressing, but The Knee apparently had been resolved, we had the big family Thanksgiving dinner at our house again, my oldest sister and I took a spontaneous trip to Florida, and Christmas was on the way. Things were starting to seem nearly normal again.</p><p>And THEN...</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggiMLQPbsgxJpdAvXrVvLlI3htapSA7YD6GiVtiRWAqd_MlqXJbK-MriLOt1IleRkw15_5PbIvnjkchmQCzLpzLwgvpFZo27nmJtq1igCB7bw_2qUHkgAGM0ED0ebmOfAdzFGz13daOjh1z7adZfo98KK_vdafus2z9z-sYeL7-JcHgUZNNNqnfGeiEA=s685" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="676" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggiMLQPbsgxJpdAvXrVvLlI3htapSA7YD6GiVtiRWAqd_MlqXJbK-MriLOt1IleRkw15_5PbIvnjkchmQCzLpzLwgvpFZo27nmJtq1igCB7bw_2qUHkgAGM0ED0ebmOfAdzFGz13daOjh1z7adZfo98KK_vdafus2z9z-sYeL7-JcHgUZNNNqnfGeiEA=w198-h200" width="198" /></a></div>Our other sister died unexpectedly, two days before Christmas, as I was driving toward Maryland to spend<br /> Christmas with That Girl and her family. We couldn't disappoint The Grands, so Christmas went forward as planned, and it was good. <p></p><p>Afterward, though...</p><p>There were decisions to be made, beginning with whether or not to go to California for the services. Normally, that would have been a no-brainer - of course I'd go. But how? I'm not a big fan of flying in most circumstances when I can possibly drive. Flying used to be fun, but the past several years, it's simply been an ordeal. When you arrive, you have to get a car or some sort of transportation. Plus, when you fly, your visit is limited by the airline's timetable - no flexibility. And that is during NORMAL times. </p><p>Today, if you fly out, there's no guarantee you'll be able to fly back - flights have been canceled left and right as the newest variant of COVID-19 surges. And to travel to California, of all places, while all this is going on? The state with the most restrictions on personal freedoms? NO THANK YOU.</p><p>So my sister and I have talked, texted, and emailed about our conundrum. We've gone around and around, looking at the arguments for and against the choices - do we go or do we stay? We feel guilty about not going. We WANT to go. But we feel it would be crazy to go. Too much uncertainty. Too much risk if we fly. Too much risk if we drive. And we don't want to get stuck in California.</p><p>So we're not going. And it hurts.</p><p>What a way to start a new year - full of grief, guilt, and fear.</p><p>Oh, GOODY.</p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-25295069310316468782021-11-01T00:00:00.006-04:002021-11-01T00:00:00.150-04:00Happy Halloween!<p>Just a quick post today. Things are still a bit crazy here. Ugh.</p><p>Halloween is heaps of fun, and I LOVE to decorate for it, but for the past few years I haven't been able to do much of it except for maybe a pumpkin or purple strings of lights. Nothing really cool, though. This year wasn't any different - just the purple lights. </p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFS9knSz12WKCMcI5UccaZ7_7DRUK6oosLj-Mn4zNs2U8d8SsBA3YOeV6f_2KoE1z_S001jytNKsw3QDyMjVfAnSC5HIW1-86s3TOqUfKep0i2Td8NZPElKXQMjkjTX13H_zOYGOp5S3tV/s3840/IMG_20211031_205216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="3840" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFS9knSz12WKCMcI5UccaZ7_7DRUK6oosLj-Mn4zNs2U8d8SsBA3YOeV6f_2KoE1z_S001jytNKsw3QDyMjVfAnSC5HIW1-86s3TOqUfKep0i2Td8NZPElKXQMjkjTX13H_zOYGOp5S3tV/s320/IMG_20211031_205216.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cleavers and knives and bloody hatchets, oh my!<br />Just the kind of grandmother you want for your<br />small children, right?</td></tr></tbody></table>However, I made a cake for our Halloween - a RED velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. The fun part is I'd found some Halloween cake decorations at the grocery and couldn't resist using them. Just another manifestation of my twisted sense of humor. It's like the game, Clue - it was me, in the kitchen, with the hatchet!<br /></p><p>So here's my recipe for delicious homemade cream cheese frosting - so easy!</p><p><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">Cream Cheese Frosting</span></b></p><p>8 oz cream cheese<br />1 c butter<br />2 t vanilla extract or lemon juice<br />4 c confectioner's powdered sugar</p><p>I let the cream cheese and butter sit out on the counter for half an hour before starting. Using an electric hand-held or stand mixer makes mixing much easier and sifting the sugar unnecessary.</p><p>Start with the cream cheese and butter in the mixer bowl. Mix at a low speed until well combined. Add the vanilla extract or lemon juice and mix some more. Add sugar, one cup at a time. Turn the mixer to medium to medium-high speed and beat until smooth and creamy. </p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-5608792233529522972021-10-07T00:00:00.001-04:002021-10-07T00:03:55.474-04:00Hello, It's Me...<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1YLLBq1iwXhgom6CiK2ty4f_NO_bGiM2KyPGjnSVP7iPzjMKXkNQS2OmNEej8CP58LT7uqXIDPlsP0W886u11PDfmF5y3w2xi7Scy9_YMIkJf2WW_GzKDZ91emEGUUut7mGI1ho8-E2RK/s2862/IMG_20211001_134012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2862" data-original-width="2067" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1YLLBq1iwXhgom6CiK2ty4f_NO_bGiM2KyPGjnSVP7iPzjMKXkNQS2OmNEej8CP58LT7uqXIDPlsP0W886u11PDfmF5y3w2xi7Scy9_YMIkJf2WW_GzKDZ91emEGUUut7mGI1ho8-E2RK/w144-h200/IMG_20211001_134012.jpg" width="144" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's a leaf from our<br />front yard.</td></tr></tbody></table>No, you CAN'T get rid of me. I'm back to torture you. Sorry. (Not really!)<br /></p><p>A friend texted me two months ago wondering what was going on because I hadn't posted anything here since early May. Up to now, nothing for FIVE months. What a slug.</p><p>That's not right, though. It wasn't laziness, but depression, pure and simple. It's hard enough to do the caregiving thing when it has a definite endpoint, but when it's open ended and you don't really KNOW when it will be finished, well, it wears you down. I didn't feel much like doing anything beyond those things that absolutely MUST be done. You know - laundry, meals, housework. Vacuuming seemed particularly obnoxious, as was putting away clean laundry - YUCK.</p><p>Plus, there was the festive COVID pandemic. The proverbial cherry on top.</p><p>In my last post, That Knee had once AGAIN gone septic, necessitating a trip to the emergency room and surgery to remove the "hybrid" knee replacement (a temporary prosthesis) and install yet ANOTHER antimicrobial spacer (the fourth one). Life felt like a neverending not-so-merry-go-round. We were back to home health care provided by ME - another six weeks of administering intravenous antibiotics, to be followed by a TENTH surgery on that same blasted knee.</p><p>We had a surgery date scheduled and went to the pre-op appointments, and the infectious disease specialist dropped a good news/bad news bombshell - six additional weeks of IV antibiotics and no surgery until after they were finished. The <i>New England Journal of Medicine</i> had published a study a couple of weeks earlier indicating that joint replacements plagued with persistent infections appear to do better with twelve, rather than six, weeks of IV antibiotics. </p><p>Well, DUH. What genius came up with THAT revolutionary hypothesis??? When I've had sinus infections that didn't go away with one round of antibiotics, what do they do but give me ANOTHER? I mean, REALLY? It's just common sense - you'd think,</p><p>I DO get it though. I know how insurance works. Without a published study, it won't cover a treatment that isn't part of the usual "standard of care." So the timing was perfect for the additional round of antibiotics.</p><p>So I was still kind of tied down. BUT... Because the surgery was postponed for an additional ten weeks, That Knee was allowed to more fully recover from the previous surgery and build up more muscular strength again, allowing a longer time of more normal activity than after the other surgeries.</p><p>AND... We had a MONTH between the end of the antibiotics and the surgery, so we both went a little crazy trying to accomplish as much as we could, plus fit in some fun stuff before That Knee went under the knife again.</p><p>So the surgery behind us, ORAL antibiotics were prescribed for twelve weeks (the first time AFTER a surgery), and, after five weeks...so far, so good. I don't want to jinx it, but That Knee APPEARS to be healing well, and That Man says it feels better than it has in over two years.</p><p>Although in some ways it doesn't LOOK so hot - kind of like a relief map of the Grand Canyon - it WORKS, and the leg is straight - correctly aligned. Amazing.</p><p>In the meantime, lots has happened, and I'll be catching you up on it all, but not all at once! (I bet you're breathing a sigh of relief!)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-86295955763679658602021-05-04T14:53:00.000-04:002021-05-04T14:53:26.038-04:00That Darned KNEE and Another SOUP! - Tomato Cheddar Dumpling Soup (Two Ways!)<p>My posts have been kind of spotty lately, partly because I've been working on my so-called "home office" and just this past weekend because The Uncooperative Knee went rogue again and Somebody had to have surgery on it. That's NINE since March of 2019. So it's going to be back to home nursing once again.</p><p>Oh well. It is what it is.</p><p>ANYWAY! I thought I had already written a post about this particular soup, but I was WRONG. So here it is!</p><p>I found this soup recipe when I was browsing the internet. It sounded tasty and easy (two reasons to like it), so it was put into the soup rotation. It's a pretty basic recipe - tomato soup with cheddar dumplings, and really easy, no matter which way you decide you make it. It's just super fast and convenient one way, and not so fast the other. Mostly common pantry staples either way.<br /><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">Tomato Cheddar Dumpling Soup (Two Ways)<br /></span></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikk4QmxzWcfLAyz39Ojwkk2uw_W7cAtrW78LOt219yQU11488mvVSjbC7lTOjLL_kUJk73Ns6ApNTEyfQibSZbiscm7ufKjSF3DWu_OMyCwdl8EbNWgo_K0Ry_lUiFQlCO2RysXTFIEXex/s3312/IMG_20210111_122013.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3312" data-original-width="3003" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikk4QmxzWcfLAyz39Ojwkk2uw_W7cAtrW78LOt219yQU11488mvVSjbC7lTOjLL_kUJk73Ns6ApNTEyfQibSZbiscm7ufKjSF3DWu_OMyCwdl8EbNWgo_K0Ry_lUiFQlCO2RysXTFIEXex/w181-h200/IMG_20210111_122013.jpg" width="181" /></a></div><b>The Original Way</b><p></p><p><i>For the soup:<br /></i>2 T canola or olive oil<br />1 clove garlic, minced<br />1/2 c chopped onion<br />1/2 c chopped red bell pepper<br />3 T flour<br />28 oz whole canned tomatoes, undrained<br />2 c water<br />2 T minced celery leaves<br />2 T sugar<br />1 t salt<br />1/2 t pepper<br />1/2 t dried basil</p><p><i>For the dumplings:<br /></i>1 c flour<br />2 t baking powder<br />1/2 t salt<br />2 T shortening or butter<br />1/2 c shredded cheddar cheese<br />1/2 c milk</p><p>In a 4-quart pan, heat the oil, and saute the garlic, onion, and bell pepper until fragrant. Blend in the flour and let it cook about a minute. Add the tomatoes and break them up. Add the remaining soup ingredients. While it is heating to a simmer, mix up the dumplings.</p><p>Whisk together the flour, baking powder, and salt. Cut in the shortening or butter to make loose crumbs. Add the cheese and milk and mix until all dry ingredients have been moistened.</p><p>By this time, the soup should be at a simmer. Drop the dumpling batter into the soup by tablespoons, or use a sprayed cookie scoop. Cover and simmer 20 minutes.<br /><br /><br /><b>The Convenient Way</b><br /></p><p><i>For the soup:</i><br />Use your favorite shelf-stable tomato soup and prepare enough to make about 2 quarts of soup. Heat it to a simmer. You might want to add some garlic powder and basil. It's up to you!</p><p><i>For the dumplings:</i><br />1 7.75-oz box of Red Lobster Cheddar Bay Biscuit or similar mix (Aldi has a good one)<br />1/2 c shredded cheddar cheese<br />2 T melted butter<br />1/2 c milk</p><p>Mix all the ingredients together, including the contents of the entire seasoning packet from the biscuit mix. Treat the batter the same way as the Original Way, above. By this time, the soup should be at a simmer. Drop the dumpling batter into the soup by tablespoons, or use a sprayed cookie scoop. Cover and simmer 20 minutes.</p><p>OR</p><p>1 c Bisquick or similar baking mix (Jiffy makes a good one)<br />1/2 c shredded cheddar <br />1/3 c milk</p><p>Mix all the ingredients together. Treat the batter the same way as the Original Way, above. By this time, the soup should be at a simmer. Drop the dumpling batter into the soup by tablespoons, or use a sprayed cookie scoop. Cover and simmer 20 minutes.</p><p><br />That's all there is to it! </p><p><br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-89584574966945774392021-04-29T14:18:00.007-04:002021-04-29T14:36:51.354-04:00Follow by Email is Being Discontinued!!! AARGH!!!!<p>This is a public service announcement for those of you who receive my blog posts directly in your email. That service is being discontinued as of July 1, 2021. </p><p>I am SO SORRY. Because of the way Feedburner is set up, I don't have a list of subscribers' email addresses, so I can't shoot out a post via email myself. I guess you'll all have to watch for the updates on Facebook or Twitter - of course, that can be pretty hit-or-miss. </p><p>As an alternative, you can subscribe via an RSS feed. There is a place on the full desktop site blog page to subscribe to posts and/or comments using NetVibe, MyYahoo!, or Atom. If you click on Atom, you can choose to see the feed using MyYahoo!, Newsblur, Feedly, Inoreader, and The Old Reader.</p><p>So...I'll just keep plugging away. If I decide I have to move to a different platform, I'll try to get the news out there to you.</p><p>Anyway, here's the notification I got a couple of weeks ago:</p><p> <b style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: #ffecb3; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.52); font-family: Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">FollowByEmail widget (Feedburner) is going away</b></p><span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.52)" face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #ffecb3; font-size: 14px;">You are receiving this information because your blog uses the </span>FollowByEmail widget <span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.52)" face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #ffecb3; font-size: 14px;">(Feedburner).</span><br style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: #ffecb3; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.52); font-family: Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.52)" face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #ffecb3; font-size: 14px;">Recently, the Feedburner team released a system update </span>announcement <span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.52)" face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #ffecb3; font-size: 14px;">, that the email subscription service will be discontinued in July 2021.</span><br style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: #ffecb3; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.52); font-family: Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.52)" face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #ffecb3; font-size: 14px;">After July 2021, your feed will still continue to work, but the automated emails to your subscribers will no longer be supported. </span><div><span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.52)" face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #ffecb3; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div><span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.52)" face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #ffecb3; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-11641440656741167702021-04-15T12:00:00.001-04:002021-04-15T12:00:00.404-04:00Reworking Apple Jelly - Is That REALLY a Thing?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJy-jvhaFU8m6T8c3O49h6jYLPWldj2ga4n7J9Z97Vp4czYSc7sEtURqVDOFua6bHHrz2QqJT4pZKEuq0eHHtX1WSch6O4thbtsaJHIWLUPYRS8sMtelZnxX9V9BjWHGiuecp5uFbGoNk_/s3976/IMG_20210315_084752.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2118" data-original-width="3976" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJy-jvhaFU8m6T8c3O49h6jYLPWldj2ga4n7J9Z97Vp4czYSc7sEtURqVDOFua6bHHrz2QqJT4pZKEuq0eHHtX1WSch6O4thbtsaJHIWLUPYRS8sMtelZnxX9V9BjWHGiuecp5uFbGoNk_/s320/IMG_20210315_084752.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Back in December, I made a batch of apple scrap jelly. I cooked up the apple scraps (peels and cores), strained out all the solids, and used the resulting juice for the jelly. After letting the jars sit and cool overnight, I removed the rings and had a look at the amber goodness inside. Perfectly transparent! Gorgeous color! All the lids sealed! YAY!<p></p><p>However...</p><p>When I picked up a jar and tipped it a little, the "jelly" slopped to one side. Like a liquid.</p><p>What the what???</p><p>It's not like apple jelly is difficult to make or anything like that. I mean, apples are packed FULL of pectin, which you usually have to add to get jams and jellies to set nicely. I always add pectin, just to be absolutely sure it jells (hence the trademarked name "Sure-Jell" for powdered pectin), but you can easily make apple jelly without adding pectin. So what went wrong? No clue at this point. </p><p>What do you do with apple jelly that didn't set? I guess you <i>could </i>use it for syrup, but <i>would </i>you? <i>I</i> sure wouldn't! HA! I know sometimes jams don't set up right away (I've had that happen) and if you let them just sit a couple of weeks or so, they will eventually set enough to pass for jam. Orange marmalade is like that, and you <i>expect </i>it. But jelly isn't supposed to be soft like jam; it's supposed to hold its shape sort of like molded gelatin.</p><p>If you've looked at the picture closely, you will have noticed that the date on the label is 3/14/2021 - definitely NOT December, and no, I didn't throw it all out and start over. In fact, all those jars sat on the kitchen table that whole time, while I hoped they'd firm up. No dice. So...</p><p>I reworked the jelly!</p><p>Inside the Sure-Jellâ„¢ package is a sheet of instructions and recipes for jams and jellies. I've made jam or jelly often enough (I THOUGHT) that I knew the ropes well enough. Well...hmmmm. I'd stopped reading ALL the directions. Not a good thing when you're dealing with something finicky like jelly. </p><p>You're supposed to:</p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>make your juice - check</li><li>measure the juice <i>exactly </i>per the recipe - check</li><li>use <i><b>only pure cane sugar</b></i>, such as Domino or G&H - WHOOPS!!!</li></ul><p></p><p>I had used plain old store-brand generic SUGAR. Look at the ingredients: <b>"SUGAR"</b> - no "cane" in there anywhere, which means it's probably beet sugar or a blend of beet and cane sugar. There's nothing wrong with beet sugar for cooking or baking, but if you want your jelly or jam to set up correctly, pure cane sugar is the way to go.</p><p>The instructions are right there in the Sure-Jellâ„¢ package, so I won't go into all that. But the "jelly" came out of the jars as mostly syrupy liquid with some partially-jelled lumps of different sizes. You're supposed to do a small test batch to see whether it's worth your time to rework all the jelly that didn't set up. I did, it did, and so I went ahead with the full batch. </p><p>And...it worked! I went out and bought a bag of Domino Pure Cane Sugar and used it for the test and the full batch. It really <i>did </i>make a difference. The reworked batch isn't <i>quite </i>as firm as it could be, but it's definitely JELLY now, and <i>totally </i>acceptable.</p><p>So I've learned my lesson (the hard way): When making jelly, <b>DON'T BUY CHEAP SUGAR!</b> </p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-65182899663328645932021-04-09T22:14:00.001-04:002021-04-09T22:14:22.271-04:00#ArtWorkLivingChallenge 2021 - Day 5 (The Final Day!)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEpoLmTl3EPhng1lgrmVQBYgFqo0vBJbwQMLhWAcYXBs1t-chQUmeSSu4ufdLE09EinYwIhFdKehD_egA05UqJMBKX_MaggsSjkvKFHuF8sGdSnXzujzXXGK5K58XtT6DmZeYz2a-k12Ge/s4048/IMG_20210409_171624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2706" data-original-width="4048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEpoLmTl3EPhng1lgrmVQBYgFqo0vBJbwQMLhWAcYXBs1t-chQUmeSSu4ufdLE09EinYwIhFdKehD_egA05UqJMBKX_MaggsSjkvKFHuF8sGdSnXzujzXXGK5K58XtT6DmZeYz2a-k12Ge/s320/IMG_20210409_171624.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Well, I made it through the 5-day painting challenge. My results were...mixed. I took too much time on<br /> about half of my paintings, but I painted five days in a row, didn't worry about a finished product (for the most part), learned some things, and had fun!<p></p><p>I may redo all my paintings, but in a bigger format, just to see what difference it makes to me, and to see what I've learned about critiquing my own stuff. Painting such small things (3.5" x 5.5") is limiting in some ways, but freeing in others.</p><p>So anyway, this is a great blue heron with a snack.</p><p>Same stats as the other Challenge paintings:</p><p>Watercolor on Canson XL 140-lb watercolor paper.</p><p>The first thing I'm going to change is the paper I use. I really, really, REALLY like Arches cold press watercolor paper, so I'm going to stick with it instead of trying to use up the wood pulp papers I still have on hand. I can use them for things other than watercolor.</p><p>As a reward for finishing the Challenge, I ordered some tubes of better quality watercolors, so I'll be playing with those.</p><p>I've about half finished clearing out a bedroom that I want to use for all my artsy-fartsy-craftsy stuff, and for working jigsaw puzzles (it's a cat-free zone). It's amazing the stuff that can be shoved into a room. But I'm far enough along that I think that in about a week I can start moving furniture in and out and around.</p><p>Woo hoo! I'm gonna have a STUDIO!!! It's almost real!</p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-66023756857398212062021-04-08T15:17:00.003-04:002021-04-08T15:17:19.587-04:00#ArtWorkLivingChallenge 2021 - Day Four! <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5GpLc6USAOGa5eE3dxMThS-lMpRpLQTn1sivOdMaoeKxh0kZgsT0ALo3eF3lwfVlx0bvXZwKp8JR8LmU39X6DzrFE5J6qd1CSLDQiKdXpRkC0eRZ97-wib11r0flAAEtln6m0NkdObtOM/s4048/IMG_20210408_143040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4048" data-original-width="2558" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5GpLc6USAOGa5eE3dxMThS-lMpRpLQTn1sivOdMaoeKxh0kZgsT0ALo3eF3lwfVlx0bvXZwKp8JR8LmU39X6DzrFE5J6qd1CSLDQiKdXpRkC0eRZ97-wib11r0flAAEtln6m0NkdObtOM/s320/IMG_20210408_143040.jpg" /></a></div>Well, today's painting went beyond the time guidelines, but I was enjoying it.<br /><p></p><p>This is the backyard, where my sad sailboat has been languishing for 3 years. I've leased my dock space, but here it sits. I THINK we'll be able to get it out this year - FINALLY.</p><p>I don't think I've said anything about the SIZE of these little challenge paintings; they're supposed to be SMALL so you can finish them quickly and not get too wound up in the details (I have a problem with that - I tend to keep painting when I should quit!), so I've been working in space just barely larger than a 3x5 index card. </p><p>Anway, here are the stats:</p><p>Watercolor<br />Canson XL 140-lb watercolor paper<br />3/4" flat brush, 1/2" flat brush, #10 round brush, #6 round brush, #2 round brush, #4 fan brush<br />40 minutes<br />3.5" x 5.5"</p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-57601046958391126182021-04-07T15:34:00.000-04:002021-04-07T15:34:33.005-04:00#ArtWorkLivingChallenge 2021 - Day Three!<p>Day three DONE. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpyMIwY8vNufMiWiAXU4c6BHSIh_qtUhGgl8KcESnh3X-R84Ffxj0AfYIi9kWdYY3dXuaO4EbFzOFHMO60eShRW97LujA8dSciBdyDUUt0nX7X1j3TOVD29pbWh2mSNMnpoO9QAdk1bDSh/s4048/IMG_20210407_150451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4048" data-original-width="2430" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpyMIwY8vNufMiWiAXU4c6BHSIh_qtUhGgl8KcESnh3X-R84Ffxj0AfYIi9kWdYY3dXuaO4EbFzOFHMO60eShRW97LujA8dSciBdyDUUt0nX7X1j3TOVD29pbWh2mSNMnpoO9QAdk1bDSh/s320/IMG_20210407_150451.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>This is forsythia from our front yard. I brought in a few cuttings and that night it HAILED like crazy! I was afraid all the blossoms and buds would be knocked off the bush, but no - it is still gloriously golden.</p><p>I've never attempted anything transparent before, so the jar was a challenge within the challenge! Not bad for 18 minutes. </p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-41319120794711776082021-04-07T00:00:00.001-04:002021-04-07T00:00:00.315-04:00Cheesecake in the Instant Pot - Say WHAT?!?!?!?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlOUHPpAZqFVS-Nu9Ui2ktYKiisHEtiVpq_2yhsK-kjAKMupDAkDk8TjpwtYI5O4ivBjxcynjMyRzJEa138azL68IOHieVzHqCOcwOexB5o_UmGQfp1mIhPCq7f642WAT9X9UEsEUQ0fR/s2776/IMG_20210404_190058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1897" data-original-width="2776" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlOUHPpAZqFVS-Nu9Ui2ktYKiisHEtiVpq_2yhsK-kjAKMupDAkDk8TjpwtYI5O4ivBjxcynjMyRzJEa138azL68IOHieVzHqCOcwOexB5o_UmGQfp1mIhPCq7f642WAT9X9UEsEUQ0fR/w200-h137/IMG_20210404_190058.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I know, I know. I declared I couldn't think of ANYTHING dessert-y I'd want to make in the Instant Pot, but everybody in the online Instant Pot groups I belong to swoons over cheesecake. CHEESECAKE. Of all things.<p></p><p>Sad to say, I've drunk the Kool-Aid.</p><p>I made a cheesecake for Easter, and it was worth it.</p><p>I have a couple of Instant Pot cookbooks, and BOTH have cheesecake recipes in them. People swear by both, but in the online groups, some have trouble with the cheesecake "exploding" while it's cooking. They say it still tastes great, but isn't very pretty. I think I know the solution - it's in one of my books.</p><p>Here's the recipe I used. It's taken directly from <i>The Step-by-Step Instant Pot Cookbook</i>, by Jeffrey Eisner, the Pressure Luck Cooking guy. He also has a website with loads of recipes. The only change I made was 1 1/2 cup of graham cracker crumbs and 6 tablespoons of butter, because I have an 8-inch springform pan.<br /><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">Instant Pot Cheesecake<br /></span></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6X96E7DVMuTSWXN7oQrt7f_ynGcrELBIjkIzORs1myZnNouXkQkKgXx2fBTiFxwqmGNnZpMITibCq9soVNrxAuaIXQ6muMxAUoo8OHsPhhiNbvmDzh0Ib4B3XRwseZmVrA19BVWOnTX2/s2523/IMG_20210404_185745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2523" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6X96E7DVMuTSWXN7oQrt7f_ynGcrELBIjkIzORs1myZnNouXkQkKgXx2fBTiFxwqmGNnZpMITibCq9soVNrxAuaIXQ6muMxAUoo8OHsPhhiNbvmDzh0Ib4B3XRwseZmVrA19BVWOnTX2/w200-h171/IMG_20210404_185745.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>4 T salted butter, melted, plus more for buttering the pan<br />1 c graham cracker crumbs<br />2 8-oz bricks cream cheese (at room temperature)<br />3/4 c granulated sugar<br />1/2 c sour cream (at room temperature)<br />1 T all-purpose flour<br />1 3.4-oz package vanilla instant pudding (it MUST be instant)<br />1 1/2 t vanilla extract<br />1/2 t almond extract<br />2 large eggs (at room temperature)<br />[Any toppings you wish - optional]<p></p><p>You'll notice he makes it very clear to have all those refrigerated items at room temperature. I'm pretty sure THAT'S the secret to prevent cheesecake eruptions - LOL!</p><p>Generously grease a 7" x 3" springform pan, bottom and sides. Line the bottom with a 7" round of parchment paper, then grease the top of the parchment paper, too.</p><p>For the crust, mix together the graham cracker crumbs and melted butter in a bowl. Place the mixture in the bottom of the pan and using the bottom of a drinking glass, flatten the crust so it's even on the bottom and climbs slightly up the sides of the pan. Put the pan in the freezer for at least 15 minutes to set.<br /></p><p>Using a stand mixer with the paddle attachment or a hand mixer (don't do it by hand - it will be a frustrating and exhausting experience), beat the cream cheese on low until smooth and creamy. Then, while the mixer is still running, add the remaining ingredients in the order listed above (one egg at a time when you get to that point). Keep mixing on low speed until it's "super thick" and creamy and no lumps are left, about a minute or two.</p><p>Take the pan out of the freezer (it's probably been about 15 minutes at this point). Spoon the batter into the pan. Smooth the top with a spatula and cover completely with aluminum foil.</p><p>Pour 2 cups of water into the bottom of the Instant Pot insert. Place the springform pan on the trivet and use the handles to lower it into the pot. Close and secure the lid, move the valve to the sealing position, press Manual or Pressure Cook. Be sure the pressure is set at High. Set the cooking time for 45 minutes. When it's done, allow the pressure to release naturally, about another 30 minutes.</p><p>Turn off the Instant Pot, open the lid, and carefully remove the pan. Set the trivet and pan on the counter, remove the foil, and allow to cool for 30 minutes. The middle will be slightly jiggly when it first comes out of the pot.</p><p>Place in the refrigerator IN THE SPRINGFORM PAN, and let it sit for AT LEAST 5 HOURS. It needs all that undisturbed time to set correctly.</p><p>When you're ready to serve, run a sharp knife around the side of the pan to separate the cake from the pan, then slowly open the latch of the springform pan. You can transfer the cake from the bottom of the pan onto a serving plate. Be sure to leave the parchment paper on the bottom of the cake. When you cut it, you'll be able to remove each cake slice from the parchment paper.</p><p>Top the cheesecake with whatever topping you prefer - I like raspberry preserves!</p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-73474325774746993692021-04-06T17:10:00.001-04:002021-04-06T17:17:46.180-04:00#ArtWorkLivingChallenge 2021 - Day Two! - Simplify!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE1O9ZDqE-2SbOGMylWh-mfhzL1B_Kki7yph7ukQR3xL-L00YT41dOlRJU9N1LgkeJL51vgebhx8xoY7xvC44WbqXDoshPtPifDE0-bZj9A2gFJPYAkatSBzoNpTC50VMw8m_0tyOKXheQ/s4048/IMG_20210406_161258.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3036" data-original-width="4048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE1O9ZDqE-2SbOGMylWh-mfhzL1B_Kki7yph7ukQR3xL-L00YT41dOlRJU9N1LgkeJL51vgebhx8xoY7xvC44WbqXDoshPtPifDE0-bZj9A2gFJPYAkatSBzoNpTC50VMw8m_0tyOKXheQ/w200-h150/IMG_20210406_161258.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Well, here's the Day Two painting for the #ArtWorkLivingChallenge - better than Day One's, in my opinion. I chose a simpler subject - none<br /> of those darned TREES to get lost in! Foliage is my kryptonite, I guess.<p></p><p>This is a shed we used to pass every time we'd go north to visit That Man's mom. There's just something about the building. I've NEVER seen the doors open or any people or machinery near it - always alone in that field, but it never seems to deteriorate. It's a mystery to me.</p><p>If I were "allowed" to paint this picture the way I want to (I mean for a real, finished painting - not just a quick and dirty study like this), the composition would be WAY different. But this took me just over 15 minutes and it's an improvement over the previous day's attempt.</p><p>Just a side note: For reference materials for the challenge, I'm using photos I've taken locally. If you're from my area, you'd probably recognize Day One's subject. Not so much this one, though, I bet.</p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-81890749477079062452021-04-05T22:30:00.002-04:002021-04-06T16:55:06.632-04:00#ArtWorkLivingChallenge 2021 - Day One! - Embracing Failure!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kpdPPz_G2bls7xN8vN2QRHit91i540PGX9b_uOsMl_DfAadAZotn_0g5KZkcgZBMAgaNDNCygEkQi0ltqbL8u7h28oTVRhxVgJtBYZsslhqfwgmST7STIIdgsfz3zO18QqoK6RG3IIc0/s4048/IMG_20210405_135645.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2457" data-original-width="4048" height="121" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kpdPPz_G2bls7xN8vN2QRHit91i540PGX9b_uOsMl_DfAadAZotn_0g5KZkcgZBMAgaNDNCygEkQi0ltqbL8u7h28oTVRhxVgJtBYZsslhqfwgmST7STIIdgsfz3zO18QqoK6RG3IIc0/w200-h121/IMG_20210405_135645.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I joined a short (five-day) painting challenge, and today is the first day. The goal is to paint a SMALL picture each day in about 15 - 20 minutes. No more! The point is not a great picture, but establishing a daily painting habit, and to EMBRACE FAILURE!<p></p><p>Well, I've certainly accomplished THAT today - LOL!</p><p>The covered bridge isn't bad, but I somehow got lost in the trees to the left. Kind of overworked. Oh well. It could be worse - I think!</p><p>Anyway, for people who care about that kind of thing, this is watercolor on Canson XL 140-lb watercolor paper. CHEAP watercolor paper (wood pulp, no cotton) that I'm trying to use up before going 100% cotton.</p><p>One of the requirements of the challenge is to post the day's picture on your blog, so here it is. You can expect to be tortured by four more this week. I hope they won't offend anyone's refined artistic sensibilities too much. So... Apologies in advance!</p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-20266975795886614722021-03-25T00:00:00.004-04:002021-03-25T09:09:56.971-04:00Slow Cooker Salisbury Steak - Remember TV Dinners?<p>Are you old enough to remember TV dinners? Oh, those divided trays covered with foil, and inside, old-fashioned comfort food - fried chicken, turkey, meatloaf, and Salisbury steak - YUM! It was a treat when Mom fixed frozen TV dinners. My gosh, you actually got to CHOOSE what you were going to eat - just like in a RESTAURANT! Before the advent of fast food, kids weren't really welcome in most restaurants, so the novelty of being given a choice was heady stuff.</p><p>They still make frozen dinners (notice they don't call them "TV dinners" any more), but no more aluminum trays and covers - everything has to be microwavable.</p><p>One of the most popular TV dinner at our house was Salisbury steak, which used to come with mashed potatoes, green beans, and a little sort-of-apple-cobbler dessert. The new frozen dinner has cooked apples instead of the little "cobbler" thing, and corn instead of green beans. I don't know what the old Salisbury steak was made of, but the new one I saw said it was "made with chicken, pork, and beef," which means mostly chicken, then pork, and lastly, beef.</p><p>I receive several different foodie emails, and lately there has been a rash of Salibury steak recipes. I guess everyone is craving comfort food. Upon reading the recipes, they all seemed to use some form of ground meat patty. What I remember from my childhood was cubed steak, not hamburger, in Mom's homemade version. Disappointment.</p><p>But a couple of weeks ago an email came that showcased "Poor Man's Steak." Cubed steak! An almost dump-and-go recipe! BINGO! </p><p>The original recipe calls for the Universal Binding Ingredient (UBI, as characterized by Thomas Pynchon in his book, <i>Vineland</i>), condensed cream of mushroom soup. I'm not averse to cooking with condensed "cream of..." soups, as some people are (too much salt! too much fat! too processed!), but I'm not a fan of cream of mushroom soup, which makes absolutely NO sense whatever, because I'm a HUGE fan of mushrooms!</p><p>Go figure.</p><p>Anyway, I use cream of celery and cream of onion soups instead of the cream of mushroom. The cream of onion can be difficult to find, but there's ONE nearby store that carries it (Meijer), so I've lucked out!</p><p>The original recipe also calls for an envelope of onion soup mix, which will probably also set off cries of "too much salt! too processed!" but you know what? I'm talking about fast, easy, convenient, comfort food. If those ingredients bother you, make some white sauce and add your own mushrooms and onions. For me, this is one of those "I'm feeling lazy today, but I want a home-cooked meal" recipes.<br /></p><p>So here it is, with my substitutions:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Slow Cooker Salisbury Steak<br /></b></span></p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISWS0-mU5lpmkGRCubw9Q5Y_aC19G5DxvFpWej_d2fwrXejTPS86wTIBqQt8wGO4De7ft0RLA-3TpDjKsecCaagDFnbCCfx7VgvWddzkkpwezShtgWsqxfmktJVE4Cs0m4g1O9gEurP8K/s4048/IMG_20210324_172834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3036" data-original-width="4048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISWS0-mU5lpmkGRCubw9Q5Y_aC19G5DxvFpWej_d2fwrXejTPS86wTIBqQt8wGO4De7ft0RLA-3TpDjKsecCaagDFnbCCfx7VgvWddzkkpwezShtgWsqxfmktJVE4Cs0m4g1O9gEurP8K/w200-h150/IMG_20210324_172834.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The classisc combination!<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>2-3 lb cubed steak<br />1-oz envelope onion soup mix (either beefy or regular)<br />1 10.75-oz can condensed cream of celery soup<br />1 10.75-oz can condensed cream of onion soup (if it's not available, just use another cream of celery)<br />2/3 c (or about 1/2 soup can) water <br />2 T Worchestershire sauce<br />1/2 t pepper</p><p>Place meat in a slow cooker. Mix remaining ingredients together and pour over the meat. Cover and cook on low for 6 - 8 hours. Mix the gravy well before serving.</p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-83962720808722949192021-03-22T00:00:00.003-04:002021-03-24T12:49:19.598-04:00How to Make My Cleaning SOLUTIONS<p>Remember how just a little less than a year ago there was no bleach, no antibacterial wipes, no rubbing alcohol, no toilet cleaner, no paper towels, no NOTHING in the way of cleaning supplies on store shelves. The stores looked as if a tsunami had raged through and swept away all the cleaning and paper products, along with all the rice, beans, flour, sugar, salt, and yeast. So many empty shelves!</p><p>Now that most things have finally reappeared, there still is NO daily shower cleaner - you know, the stuff you spray on the shower walls and door or curtain before you get out to get dried off. I used to buy six spray bottles at a time because we have three bathrooms and I didn't want to have that on my shopping list every time I went to the store. But alas, I haven't been able to buy any for months and months.</p><p>When the final spray bottle ran dry, I got tired of not having my shower cleaner for lazy people. I say "for lazy people" because if you truly use it DAILY, you shouldn't have to get in the shower and scrub the walls, EVER. I know I don't.</p><p>Sooooo...</p><p>I made my own!</p><p>It wasn't all that hard. I still had the last bottle of my preferred daily shower cleaner, so I read the label. Then, just to make absolutely sure, I went to the manufacturer's website, found the complete ingredients list, and got to it - put that chemistry degree back to work!</p><p>The main ingredients were water (big shock there - NOT), detergents (another non-surprise), surfactants (so things won't suds up too much), chelating agents (to tie up metals and prevent soap scum), alcohol (to dissolve oils and soap, make the solution sheet off the walls instead of forming water beads, and to make it evaporate more quickly), and some anti-mold and anti-bacterial agents. So that was where to start.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvm561Qm99K1QxLmLUukCeooAOR2E5M5trfzUFi7Bu1ccb5y8Uz6Je2QLQBaFOKpGX7_TRcLFmF1Fjsqrp5U5Ed6UZ0yeGqMCBGuijTy7n8whJY8Jd7lEWpoxnRvpxJoFdPh65m41JpYG/s4048/IMG_20210315_142123.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4048" data-original-width="3036" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvm561Qm99K1QxLmLUukCeooAOR2E5M5trfzUFi7Bu1ccb5y8Uz6Je2QLQBaFOKpGX7_TRcLFmF1Fjsqrp5U5Ed6UZ0yeGqMCBGuijTy7n8whJY8Jd7lEWpoxnRvpxJoFdPh65m41JpYG/w150-h200/IMG_20210315_142123.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good ol' cheapo <br />rubbing alcohol.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div>After comparing labels and manufacturers' websites again, it was clear that making daily shower cleaner wouldn't be all that complicated. By that time during the pandemic, rubbing alcohol wasn't as difficult to find in the stores as it had been, so instead of ethanol (it would probably have to have been vodka - too expensive), good old isopropyl alcohol would be a good substitute. For the anti-bacterial and anti-mold agents, I went straight to the top - Lysol! And for the low-sudsing detergent and chelating agents, Tide HE was already in the house. Lysol (the kind you mix for mopping floors) was still a little scarce in the stores, but CVS and Lowe's had it in stock.<div><br /></div><div>But what about proportions?</div><div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0X-ygnhvFlmNiiv20SAmSf8cjXASndsEM5hyn_bAxZkZJHU2-SlRxoMgIU3KtTalvq5aUlmoM_yqytDZFvoJ46kX8NhjeLkEuPJSoZIp05_eOCCCUIl9Mbywzu3Tm9hMOE1zrI8PgAGNw/s4048/IMG_20210315_142011.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4048" data-original-width="3036" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0X-ygnhvFlmNiiv20SAmSf8cjXASndsEM5hyn_bAxZkZJHU2-SlRxoMgIU3KtTalvq5aUlmoM_yqytDZFvoJ46kX8NhjeLkEuPJSoZIp05_eOCCCUIl9Mbywzu3Tm9hMOE1zrI8PgAGNw/w150-h200/IMG_20210315_142011.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's the Lysol I used.</td></tr></tbody></table>Well, the Lysol has mixing directions on the back label, so I looked there for the ratios for making a hard surface spray and for adding to mop water. For the Tide, I made an educated estimate, based on laundry usage. For the alcohol, I flat-out guessed, figuring that the alcohol would help keep everything dissolved in the solution.</div><div><br /></div><div>After testing it in my showers for a month, I decided I wouldn't be buying daily shower cleaner ever again, even if it DOES reappear in the stores!</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Here's what I came up with:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Homemade Daily Shower Cleaner</b> (to make 1 quart - 32 fluid ounces)</span></div><div><br /></div><div>1-quart spray bottle (#2 HDPE plastic only)</div><div>1 T high efficiency (HE) laundry detergent</div></div><div>2 T Lysol (NOT in a spray bottle)</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9sMcD0Vv9sI87-xIc1toM5OHoHPZYf8qqIeuS9CroV1b2QBK8tp6oTcLfzdphzdD-uHDfWDbkhQLeZtBtjAh7Oz0DVqWYlFZ81O2K-lY0TIR7xaRuar9DADvXF_hmvAfm4EdReVcwJY2/s4048/IMG_20210315_142057.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4048" data-original-width="3036" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9sMcD0Vv9sI87-xIc1toM5OHoHPZYf8qqIeuS9CroV1b2QBK8tp6oTcLfzdphzdD-uHDfWDbkhQLeZtBtjAh7Oz0DVqWYlFZ81O2K-lY0TIR7xaRuar9DADvXF_hmvAfm4EdReVcwJY2/w150-h200/IMG_20210315_142057.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>4 T (1/4 c) rubbing alcohol (anything 70% or higher)</div><div>Water</div><div><br /></div><div>Make sure the spray bottle is made of number 2 (HDPE) plastic (see the recycling symbol on the bottom). It's strong and non-reactive to most chemicals. I bought an empty spray bottle early on to make bleach water, and the sprayer quit working after only a few batches, so I started reusing bathroom cleaner spray bottles. You have to be sure to rinse them out COMPLETELY - that means you have to run a lot of clean water through the sprayer assembly, too. Your sprayer trigger finger will get tired.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fill the bottle about halfway with water. Add the cleaners, one at a time. Swirl the bottle around to mix. Don't shake it; just leave the top off and swirl it. It will be fine. Add more water to make a quart of solution.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhixXxDpRPxu-pnPS-IivLRYJcOPG1h62B3mTDqVwtWy2LVk4T10GVpax6KY_Kyc57lhirW3r3OHdnoZugXlxyY-wgCZ68uAxoMGgIsWYpUQHozEdwSjusYc9lYDs_F7qNT3mTgmQatu9rN/s4048/IMG_20210318_152718.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4048" data-original-width="3036" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhixXxDpRPxu-pnPS-IivLRYJcOPG1h62B3mTDqVwtWy2LVk4T10GVpax6KY_Kyc57lhirW3r3OHdnoZugXlxyY-wgCZ68uAxoMGgIsWYpUQHozEdwSjusYc9lYDs_F7qNT3mTgmQatu9rN/w150-h200/IMG_20210318_152718.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's what it looks<br />like when I'm done.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />TO USE:</b> After your shower (and while you're still IN the shower), turn off the water and spray the wet walls and door/shower curtain with the solution, with the nozzle a foot or two away from the surface. You just want to mist the surfaces, but completely. If you have a hand-held showerhead, turn the water on about half pressure and rinse the surfaces QUICKLY. Don't worry about getting all the cleaning solution off. Step out of the shower. You're done. You don't have to do this after every single shower in a day - once is enough - but consistency is important. Pretty soon it will just be a habit and you won't even have to think about it.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>I also make my own bleach water for the kitchen counters - just like in restaurants and food laboratories!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Homemade Bleach Water</b> (to make 1 quart - 32 fluid ounces)</span></div><p></p><div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-fOTuR0d573zR3i2kw40HZs3T25xaG0Vekngtp-LgGQ1xCZ2_wybmR_KD5UNE-bJsSXSY3X54qyDAOrreFYWil8v3vW2n6tLgFAlMhTst70S7wQyIP1yJN59G-A6bg_h00fk_Rt1owDpV/s4048/IMG_20210315_141927.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4048" data-original-width="3036" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-fOTuR0d573zR3i2kw40HZs3T25xaG0Vekngtp-LgGQ1xCZ2_wybmR_KD5UNE-bJsSXSY3X54qyDAOrreFYWil8v3vW2n6tLgFAlMhTst70S7wQyIP1yJN59G-A6bg_h00fk_Rt1owDpV/w150-h200/IMG_20210315_141927.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>1-quart spray bottle (#2 HDPE plastic only)</div><div>4 t bleach</div><div><br /></div><div>These are basically the proportions on the back of a bleach bottle, but scaled to a 1-quart container, and in larger print!</div><div><br /></div><div>Again, make sure the spray bottle is made of number 2 (HDPE) plastic, and rinse it out COMPLETELY - even MORE completely than for the shower cleaner. You can't have ANY ammonia (glass cleaner) OR soap/detergent in there - they will react with the bleach and release chlorine gas - a very BAD thing. </div><div><br /></div><div><div>Fill the bottle about halfway with water. Add the bleach. (Notice that the measurement is in measuring TEASPOONS.) Swirl the bottle around to mix. Add more water to make a quart of solution.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><b>TO USE:</b> Spray the solution directly on your counters and sinks. If you want a little more control around items that may lose color from the bleach, spray the solution onto a sponge and wipe. After hitting all the countertops, let dry. Don't lean against them while wet or your clothes will be bleached! I usually just rinse the sponge out well and wipe the counters one more time, then dry with a dishcloth so I don't have to wait.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>As they used to say in the old DuPont ads, <b>"Better living through chemistry!"</b></div><div><br /></div><div>And just for fun, here's a parting chemistry funny: <b>"Old chemists never die; they just fail to react!"</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>[P.S. - The day this post went live, I found my preferred daily shower cleaner IN THE STORE. Of course, they still have limits on how many you can buy at one time (1). </b><b>Wouldn't you know it?</b><b>]</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-73161019234103753102021-03-15T15:36:00.001-04:002021-03-15T15:36:27.291-04:00Old-Fashioned Bread Pudding - in the Microwave!!!<p>I've been going through some of my cookbooks - just browsing for ideas, you know. I've come across some recipes I didn't even know were in them! This is one.</p><p>When the kids were much younger, and Lazarus department store was a thing, we used to go to their second-floor restaurant for the buffet lunch when we were in the mall. It was a great place for people watching because the windows overlooked the fountain in the very center of the mall - the busiest spot. One of our favorites there was the bread pudding - yum! When Lazarus was bought out by Macy's, the restaurant was no more, which, for us, meant no more bread pudding! </p><p>I tried a couple of recipes here and there, but they were, well, meh. Not bad, but not great. Nothing I'd want to go to the trouble of making, especially because you had to bake it in the oven for an hour. And if something's not all that, why bother?</p><p>Well! I was leafing through my ancient (1984) microwave cookbook that came with my very first microwave oven and spied a recipe for bread pudding! What?!?!?!?!? How did I never notice that? I mean, I use that cookbook a LOT. There are several recipes in there I use frequently!</p><p>Oh, well. I guess I have blinders on when I'm cooking.</p><p>Anyway, it's EASY and FAST, and because it's cooked in the microwave, it doesn't burn and requires no watching. My kind of recipe!</p><p>I've seen bread pudding listed with recipes for breakfast, which gave me pause at the time. But then, after thinking about it a bit, bread pudding is pretty similar to french toast casserole, except the bread is in smaller pieces.</p><p>So here it is! The original recipe assumes a 750-watt microwave oven, but I've adapted it to a 1,100-watt oven.<br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />Quick and Easy Bread Pudding<br /></span></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8-BG74QJI5RUdVgdq-hKC_Rxkdq3fXSw95SNg3UAF5OsHgULKYM8_1ajBasqXAUal4-8c8guOa0xaV1i8_UYPENOVa4g2HVRSYTSS7dwfF9Q4oj11B08tFmYWaegiP7ByHdMjkhSYpoc/s3442/IMG_20210218_125038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3442" data-original-width="2931" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8-BG74QJI5RUdVgdq-hKC_Rxkdq3fXSw95SNg3UAF5OsHgULKYM8_1ajBasqXAUal4-8c8guOa0xaV1i8_UYPENOVa4g2HVRSYTSS7dwfF9Q4oj11B08tFmYWaegiP7ByHdMjkhSYpoc/w272-h320/IMG_20210218_125038.jpg" width="272" /></a></div>8 oz bread, cubed (<b>fresh</b>, not dried or toasted)<br />3/4 c dark brown sugar, packed<br />1 1/2 t nutmeg<br />1/2 t salt<br />1/4 c raisins (optional, but they impart a deeper, more complex flavor - I prefer golden raisins)<br />2 c milk<br />1/4 c butter<br />2 eggs, beaten<p></p><p>Spread bread cubes evenly in an 8-inch, round (see <b>NOTE </b>below) microwave-safe dish. Mix together brown sugar, nutmeg, and salt, then sprinkle evenly over the bread cubes, followed by the raisins. </p><p>Measure the milk into a 1-quart microwaveable measuring cup and add the butter. Microwave on high power for about 2 minutes, or until the butter is completely melted and the milk is warm (not hot).</p><p>Rapidly stir in the eggs with a fork and mix well, then pour over the bread cubes.</p><p>Microwave at 50% power for 10 to 11 minutes. The center may still be slightly soft, but it will set up as the pudding cools. Serve warm or chilled (but warm is best!).</p><p>[<b>NOTE:</b> Using a ROUND dish in the microwave will allow the pudding to cook evenly, with no weird overcooked corners.]</p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-20565687578011177722021-03-11T00:00:00.001-05:002021-03-11T00:00:03.112-05:00Corned Beef for St. Patrick's Day (or Any Day!)St. Patrick's Day is almost here, which means you'll be able to find corned beef easily in the stores. I often buy several packages and freeze the extras to use when corned beef mania strikes. Corned beef is SUPER easy to cook - one of the prerequisites for my culinary efforts! <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTxLSAujDxw_Q9bpsnEjOgCpR-jO0yauOt8yKXMvyKS66b7LF_-QUHOJnVGHz4XCk1tnxmGpXTJa6iiT1p2VsHnIPitl-nD8Ve9J5VXi7R9GQ4qy1XHP2gRpPGKLizhcnl-Z-M1NudxzQe/s1600/IMG_20200322_175028.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTxLSAujDxw_Q9bpsnEjOgCpR-jO0yauOt8yKXMvyKS66b7LF_-QUHOJnVGHz4XCk1tnxmGpXTJa6iiT1p2VsHnIPitl-nD8Ve9J5VXi7R9GQ4qy1XHP2gRpPGKLizhcnl-Z-M1NudxzQe/s200/IMG_20200322_175028.jpg" width="150" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Corned Beef (with Potatoes, Onions, Carrots, and Cabbage. and Mustard Sauce) </b></span><br />
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For Beef:<br />
1 3- to 4-lb corned beef brisket, with spice packet<br />
1/4 c brown sugar<br />
2 bay leaves<br />
3 garlic cloves, minced<br />
3 1/2 lb potatoes, peeled and quartered<br />
1 lb baby-cut carrots<br />
1 small to medium head cabbage, quartered<br />
1 large onion, quartered<br />
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For Sauce:<br />
1 1/2 c reserved corned beef cooking liquid<br />
1 T butter<br />
2 T flour<br />
1 T red wine vinegar<br />
1/2 c sour cream<br />
2T coarse-ground Dijon mustard<br />
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Place brisket, contents of seasoning packet, brown sugar, garlic, and bay leaves in large dutch oven or stock pot; cover with water; bring to a boil, turn heat down and simmer 2 hours.<br />
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Add carrots and potatoes; return to a boil, then simmer 30-40 minutes until vegetables are tender.<br />
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Add cabbage to pot; return to a boil, then simmer about 15 minutes.<br />
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Add onion to pot; return to boil, simmer about 5-10 minutes.<br />
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Reserve 1 1/2 cup of cooking liquid for the mustard sauce.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Mustard Sauce</span></b><br />
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In a 1-quart saucepan over medium heat, melt butter. Stir in flour until smooth; cook about 1 minute. Stir in the cooking liquid and vinegar. Cook, stirring frequently, until thickened. Remove from heat and add the sour cream and mustard. Serve over corned beef.<br />
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(I've made the sauce in the microwave before, and it worked out great! It also freezes well. I just microwave it to warm it up.)Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099960701892847405.post-28300928720776645472021-03-04T00:00:00.010-05:002021-04-06T17:19:05.157-04:00More Appliance Festivities!<p>Yes, it's appliance replacement time AGAIN. The past year has been a veritable appliance festival at our house. UGH. </p><p>If you've been reading along this past year, you'll find that we've replaced the washing machine (JUST as the pandemic shut down all appliance deliveries), the range, the dryer, the garbage disposer, and now, for the piece de resistance, the refrigerator.</p><p>Truthfully, I was sort of expecting it, since I knew it was more than ten years old, which seems to be the expiration date for appliances these days. It's been a real champ, though, keeping things super cold without a hitch.</p><p>But last week, it seemed to be dispensing ice slowly. Just a few half-moons at a time. What the what? And I'd noticed a kind of humming and sort of popping sound when I was standing near it - a lot like the sound of a pan on the stovetop <i>just </i>starting to come to a boil, even though nothing was on the stovetop. Hmmmmmm...</p>I finally looked inside the ice bin. It was nearly empty! I looked at the ice maker, and there were half-moons of ice suspended, just at the point of falling into the bin, but they weren't going anywhere. I knocked them into the bin and felt all around inside the ice maker as far I could. No new ice. The water dispenser did its job, so it wasn't a blockage in the water line. <p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOXg5yQrx0CXwbzMii_qfTUGk3DHkd9THYKLdaxXEZVjzHdtn-VGvKpwu5QBljpW248K37LJgesZ-3kxWJdhWHyVdTFboupj9SObkrgODWwiy-pxCMuNulDzk-Nj1wXGjWgko1MIsoJlpe/s4048/IMG_20210303_101655.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4048" data-original-width="3036" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOXg5yQrx0CXwbzMii_qfTUGk3DHkd9THYKLdaxXEZVjzHdtn-VGvKpwu5QBljpW248K37LJgesZ-3kxWJdhWHyVdTFboupj9SObkrgODWwiy-pxCMuNulDzk-Nj1wXGjWgko1MIsoJlpe/s320/IMG_20210303_101655.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's the old fridge. It doesn't<br />look too bad for eighteen does it?<br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table>So, I did an internet search, read articles, and watched videos. It would appear the ice maker's motor was kaput. I looked into parts (solenoids) and total replacement, and then That Man came in and asked what was going on. I told him, and he asked how old the refrigerator was, and I said somewhere around eleven, but I could check the sticker inside the refrigerator compartment.<p></p><p></p>IT WAS EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD!!! <p></p><p>Well!</p><p>Don't judge me (well, you can if you want to, I guess), but I decided I didn't want to play silly games with an appliance that old. I could just see it - we'd order the parts, wait a few days to get them, go through the rigamarole of installing them, and a month or six later, the fridge would die. Nope. Not going there.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb9CDvZYKZ4eKpe6xzcNtKnfXC70kxshyk6BWsUE6cF8XDxSDFjKZ7LrWD0jNir4T4_B_615q8HiT5pK0WXxgquLhRB7ej3Yxt7Rw66JdvTvThM0q6x2qx-0d_jkzswi94uwmUD5up5m9u/s3937/IMG_20210303_202143.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3937" data-original-width="2547" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb9CDvZYKZ4eKpe6xzcNtKnfXC70kxshyk6BWsUE6cF8XDxSDFjKZ7LrWD0jNir4T4_B_615q8HiT5pK0WXxgquLhRB7ej3Yxt7Rw66JdvTvThM0q6x2qx-0d_jkzswi94uwmUD5up5m9u/w207-h320/IMG_20210303_202143.jpg" width="207" /></a></p><p>I ordered a new one.</p><p></p>Now you KNOW that we can't seem to do the appliance thing the easy way - oh no, not us! So it came, the delivery guys hauled out the old white box and brought in the new stainless steel one, then told us that they couldn't hook up the ice maker because we had a copper water line and they weren't allowed to hook it to copper tubing. So the new fridge sat awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen floor while we hooked it up ourselves. <p></p><p></p>That Knee still isn't one hundred percent healed up yet, although it's doing well (YAY!). But getting on the floor was not an option. I was the one who got to crawl around under the sink to turn off the water to the refrigerator. He had a hard enough time just standing between the fridge and the wall, getting the fittings on the copper tubing to join it to the ice maker hose. Of course, it leaked at first, so the water had to be shut off AGAIN and adjustments made.<p></p><p>Long story short, we got it done, and it's dispensing water and making ice! PLUS, it's keeping our food cold - HA!</p><p>And for the first time in a LO-O-O-O-O-O-O-NG time, all our kitchen appliances match - so spiffy!</p><p>Of course, I'd shoved the food from the old fridge into coolers that morning, and in the evening, I just kind of threw the food into the new refrigerator wherever it would fit, so it's all going to need rearranging. </p><p>But that's a job for another day.</p><p><br /></p>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962972502452245772noreply@blogger.com0