Monday, October 31, 2016
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Ma
Sunday, October 30, 1983-Sunday October 30, 2016
...Never thought we'd be missing you for this long.
...Never thought we'd be missing you for this long.
Friday, October 21, 2016
Home Improvements 2016
Jan.7-------Spa Tub installed---Dale also Feb.7
Feb. 3------The Wall repaired by J.T.
Apr.13-----Drain Care pumped septic tank
Apr.14-----Bender Labs Water Test
April 18----Kitchen Faucets, Ryan Klass
Apr.28-----Shane Napoli Brush Removal **Picture #4
Apr. 30----Old Paint to Sch. Garage, about 40 containers
May 21---Outside Ramp installed by Carl, VA June
June 18---Concrete poured for J.T. slab
July 14--Attorney
Aug. 9----Stump grinding, McCray **Picture #3
Sept.7----H&R Block
Oct. 5----Furnace installed, Holbrook@ Home Depot---Picture #5
Oct.14--Basement door repaired---Jason------- *Picture #1
Oct.17---Foundation caulked, Jason------------- Picture #2
Feb. 3------The Wall repaired by J.T.
Apr.13-----Drain Care pumped septic tank
Apr.14-----Bender Labs Water Test
April 18----Kitchen Faucets, Ryan Klass
Apr.28-----Shane Napoli Brush Removal **Picture #4
Apr. 30----Old Paint to Sch. Garage, about 40 containers
May 21---Outside Ramp installed by Carl, VA June
June 18---Concrete poured for J.T. slab
July 14--Attorney
Aug. 9----Stump grinding, McCray **Picture #3
Sept.7----H&R Block
Oct. 5----Furnace installed, Holbrook@ Home Depot---Picture #5
Oct.14--Basement door repaired---Jason------- *Picture #1
Oct.17---Foundation caulked, Jason------------- Picture #2
Home Improvements 2016
Jan.7-------Spa Tub installed---Dale also Feb.7
Feb. 3------The Wall repaired by J.T.
Apr.13-----Drain Care pumped septic tank
Apr.14-----Bender Labs Water Test
April 18----Kitchen Faucets, Ryan K.
Apr.28-----Shane Napoli Brush Removal **Picture #4
Apr. 30----Old Paint to Sch. Garage, about 40 containers
May 21---Outside Ramp installed by Carl, VA June
June 18---Concrete poured for J.T. slab
July 14--Attorney
Aug. 9----Stump grinding, McCray **Picture #3
Sept.7----H&R Block
Oct. 5----Furnace installed, Holbrook@ Home Depot---Picture #5
Oct.14--Basement door repaired---Jason------- *Picture #1
Oct.17---Foundation caulked, Jason------------- Picture #2
Oct.23--Regan Pest Control
Feb. 3------The Wall repaired by J.T.
Apr.13-----Drain Care pumped septic tank
Apr.14-----Bender Labs Water Test
April 18----Kitchen Faucets, Ryan K.
Apr.28-----Shane Napoli Brush Removal **Picture #4
Apr. 30----Old Paint to Sch. Garage, about 40 containers
May 21---Outside Ramp installed by Carl, VA June
June 18---Concrete poured for J.T. slab
July 14--Attorney
Aug. 9----Stump grinding, McCray **Picture #3
Sept.7----H&R Block
Oct. 5----Furnace installed, Holbrook@ Home Depot---Picture #5
Oct.14--Basement door repaired---Jason------- *Picture #1
Oct.17---Foundation caulked, Jason------------- Picture #2
Oct.23--Regan Pest Control
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Did'ya ever...
...open a container of yogurt and go to pour off the watery liquid on top and have the entire contents slide into the sink?
Shattered Illusions
First it was Ryan Lochte who fell off his pedestal; then Brangelena came crashing down. On top of that, Billy Bush was found to have put his foot in it, and now we find the dark side of none other than Ken Bone. Is there no one left for us to idolize?
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
I wish, ...
...among many other things, that game show contestants and everybody else for that matter would stop saying, "I'm going to go with my gut."
Saturday, October 8, 2016
The Furnace
It takes a village...
If I'm still here next spring, I'm going to plant lots of zinnias.
Lost.
My vegetable peeler. Worse, since I'm the only one in the kitchen anymore, I must be the one who lost it. Bad enough that a few years ago Dave threw away my spatula from 1968, just because it was split a little and caused his scrambled eggs to become trapped in it. I did finally adapt to a new one, of the half dozen or so in the drawer, but this is different! A peeler customizes itself to your grip, becomes a personal appendage, as it were. It was an Ekco, costing probably $.39 back in the day, and I own at least 4 more. But the original was irreplaceable.
I had bought a peck of apples at ShopNSave about a week and a half ago, breaking my longtime so-called tradition of going to Borden's. We went every year, Ma and Helen, then with Mary and Dorothy B, later with my own kids in whatever configuration would fit in the car. We would buy apples, cider, sometimes pears. When the kids grew up, and away, it was back to Ma and Helen then only Helen and me. Much later, I would go by myself, a much shorter trip.
Last year I went and bought the half-bushel of apples, and spotted some peaches in the case. They looked good. I'm always wary of peaches, so I asked the woman at the counter how they were. She said she'd had some and she thought they were very good. That was the beautiful sunny day that I brought my luscious-looking peach out to the deck, along with a paring knife because I don't like anything fuzzy in my mouth and a napkin to take care of the juice. I sliced a piece of the peach, saw not a trace of juice, put the slice in my mouth and it was like a wad of cotton. I remember standing on the deck and cursing that peach as I hurled it down into the woods.
So I bought the apples at the grocery store this year; the Borden's tradition now a bygone memory. The apples were from the Borden's orchard though, and just a peck, probably only about 16 or 17 apples. Last week I made an apple pie. I don't know how it came out. And today I decided to make applesauce.
Even at best, a bag of apples sitting on my kitchen table reminds me of homework. I need to break it into manageable sections. First, always, an apple pie, then applesauce, and back in the glory days an apple crisp.
I enjoy the finished products, but have never liked preparing the apples. Too many steps: wash them, peel them, section them, and remove the "fingernail" parts. I depend on the peeler, and now I can't find it. I never put it in the dishwasher, always put it in a certain section of the appropriate drawer, and it's not there. I'm afraid I may have discarded it along with the peels from the pie. So more than likely no more apple pies, and Mott's applesauce.
(If I hear one more comment about DT, I don't know what I'll do...
I had bought a peck of apples at ShopNSave about a week and a half ago, breaking my longtime so-called tradition of going to Borden's. We went every year, Ma and Helen, then with Mary and Dorothy B, later with my own kids in whatever configuration would fit in the car. We would buy apples, cider, sometimes pears. When the kids grew up, and away, it was back to Ma and Helen then only Helen and me. Much later, I would go by myself, a much shorter trip.
Last year I went and bought the half-bushel of apples, and spotted some peaches in the case. They looked good. I'm always wary of peaches, so I asked the woman at the counter how they were. She said she'd had some and she thought they were very good. That was the beautiful sunny day that I brought my luscious-looking peach out to the deck, along with a paring knife because I don't like anything fuzzy in my mouth and a napkin to take care of the juice. I sliced a piece of the peach, saw not a trace of juice, put the slice in my mouth and it was like a wad of cotton. I remember standing on the deck and cursing that peach as I hurled it down into the woods.
So I bought the apples at the grocery store this year; the Borden's tradition now a bygone memory. The apples were from the Borden's orchard though, and just a peck, probably only about 16 or 17 apples. Last week I made an apple pie. I don't know how it came out. And today I decided to make applesauce.
Even at best, a bag of apples sitting on my kitchen table reminds me of homework. I need to break it into manageable sections. First, always, an apple pie, then applesauce, and back in the glory days an apple crisp.
I enjoy the finished products, but have never liked preparing the apples. Too many steps: wash them, peel them, section them, and remove the "fingernail" parts. I depend on the peeler, and now I can't find it. I never put it in the dishwasher, always put it in a certain section of the appropriate drawer, and it's not there. I'm afraid I may have discarded it along with the peels from the pie. So more than likely no more apple pies, and Mott's applesauce.
(If I hear one more comment about DT, I don't know what I'll do...
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
VP Debate Synopsis
Pence used the word "feckless" way too many times. Who says that anymore?
Kaine looks very Irish, like a Madigan.
Kaine looks very Irish, like a Madigan.
Saturday, October 1, 2016
"A Stitch in Time Saves Nine"
Axioms, proverbs, old sayings are all in jeopardy of obsolescence. Let's face it: nobody uses them anymore. "Haste makes waste." Has any person living today ever uttered those words. No one since the time of Ben Franklin wants to hear trite advice offered by some self-appointed sage.
An exception to the above is the use of such pithy aphorisms by neurologists, or at least one. Having recently been in consult with four such esteemed professionals, it is clear that they all tend to hark back to the presentations of their medical school years. Why else would two separate neurologists, in different practices in different cities, when seeking to determine their patient's cognitive level, ask him to spell a word, and then spell it backwards, and the word used by both doctors is the same. Spell "world." OK, now spell it backwards. Same word, he could have studied for that test.
After Neurologist #3 had tested the "world" spelling, he moved on to a more sophisticated assessment: He asked what does this statement mean to you: "A stitch in time saves nine." The patient paused briefly and then launched into a rather lengthy collection of words, smooth -flowing but circuitous in nature. The doctor nodded knowingly and made a notation on his chart.
While there is not much doubt that there is an impact on cognitive fluency, something is a little off about this type of assessment in every case. This patient has always had a more analytic mind, heavily weighted toward the mechanical: design and graphics and spatial skills. He was never one to analyze literature, was more of a direct thinker in the vein of say what you mean, don't obfuscate your intention with verbiage.
So one day I posed this adage to his brother, who has no known neurological impairment, and his interpretation was even more skewed. A while later, I tried again, with two of my grandsons this time. The older went with an astronomical or scientific version, with the "stitch in time" relating to some circumstances of the universe. So far, I hadn't been able to follow any of the three explanations of the axiom.
But that all cleared up when I asked the eight-year-old. He said it means:
If 9 people are camping out and lying down under a blanket, and they are really cold, if you sew it up on top, they would stay warm and that could save their lives.
Aha!
An exception to the above is the use of such pithy aphorisms by neurologists, or at least one. Having recently been in consult with four such esteemed professionals, it is clear that they all tend to hark back to the presentations of their medical school years. Why else would two separate neurologists, in different practices in different cities, when seeking to determine their patient's cognitive level, ask him to spell a word, and then spell it backwards, and the word used by both doctors is the same. Spell "world." OK, now spell it backwards. Same word, he could have studied for that test.
After Neurologist #3 had tested the "world" spelling, he moved on to a more sophisticated assessment: He asked what does this statement mean to you: "A stitch in time saves nine." The patient paused briefly and then launched into a rather lengthy collection of words, smooth -flowing but circuitous in nature. The doctor nodded knowingly and made a notation on his chart.
While there is not much doubt that there is an impact on cognitive fluency, something is a little off about this type of assessment in every case. This patient has always had a more analytic mind, heavily weighted toward the mechanical: design and graphics and spatial skills. He was never one to analyze literature, was more of a direct thinker in the vein of say what you mean, don't obfuscate your intention with verbiage.
So one day I posed this adage to his brother, who has no known neurological impairment, and his interpretation was even more skewed. A while later, I tried again, with two of my grandsons this time. The older went with an astronomical or scientific version, with the "stitch in time" relating to some circumstances of the universe. So far, I hadn't been able to follow any of the three explanations of the axiom.
But that all cleared up when I asked the eight-year-old. He said it means:
If 9 people are camping out and lying down under a blanket, and they are really cold, if you sew it up on top, they would stay warm and that could save their lives.
Aha!
HERO July 19, 2009
I opened the door, and went outside to see a young man, saying he was unable to move and desperately asking for help. I ran back inside, told Dave, and I dialed 9-1-1, reported the situation and our address, and then got caught in the web of estimating the age of the driver, and trying to explain at what intersection we were located. Dave took the phone, bellowed "Get here!" and then sprang into action. He grabbed the jack from the trunk of his car and, in not much time at all, succeeded in freeing the leg of the trapped driver, before the emergency vehicles arrived.
As it turned out, the driver was not badly injured, as the wheel that was atop his leg was on the soft dirt-roadside, not the paved or blacktop of the highway.. He was Joanne Molesky's grandson, and about 18 years old. His mother arrived, after the rescue, and calmly said to me that I seemed more nervous then she was. But she got there when he was okay, though I believe they took him to the ER, and she hadn't seen him begging for help, trapped beneath a heavy and teetering burden of hay.
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