Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Now, AT&T has provided my DSL service since I set it up. I haven't received anything from anyone in this market who can provide the same level of service I currently receive at the price I currently pay. At the time I got DSL service, the router came with the service. Yes, I had to pay for it, but I wasn't thrust into the router aisle at Frye's and told to find something. I was sent a piece of equipment that worked with my Mac the first time I plugged it in.
So, the thing to do is call AT&T, talk to tech support and have them tell me what I'm thinking all along, is the problem; the router is dead. Drag out a phone bill. It took me 10 minutes to read through everything on the phone bill to find a phone number. This vexes me #6. They put their customer service number in small print, in amongst a pile of text where you're not likely to read because there is so much of it. They refer you to the web site. I suppose this is more cost effective but the problem lies with the fact that I can't access the web. Hello? Believe me, when I got a live person on the line from Customer Service, I told them that was one of the stupidest things ever.
I had no idea how old the router was. The tech guy whom I talked to was helpful and quite apologetic. "I'm sorry. The router is 4 years old and it's out of warranty." I almost laughed. I'm sure he's had people who want something for nothing, regardless of the age of their equipment. I'm not one of those.
On Tuesday, I took the router to the AT&T store where they hoped it was just the power cord. It wasn't. I bought a new router (Thank heavens for having fixed some credit so there was enough to purchase a new router.), took it home and set it up all by myself, without a panicked call to any of my friends for advice on what I'm doing wrong. Tuesday evening, I was back online.
I need to take a moment and thank my friend, Doo, who gave me a suggestion which resulted in the saving of all the photos on one of my digital camera cards. He suggested cleaning the card's contacts with denatured alcohol. All I had was rubbing alcohol but that did the trick. He also mentioned that cards have a shelf-life of around 1000 uses. As much as I used that card, I could see it might be bordering on the end of its useful life.
As I can't afford a bigger card right yet, I have gone to a smaller card. But, in reality, I'm downloading the photos I take on a regular basis. If I go anywhere on a vacation, I'm going to need a bigger card. A trip is not in the foreseeable future so I don't have to figure out how to pay for it right now.
I'm patting myself on the back for handling what I can, figuring it out and taking care of it, on my own. The other side is knowing when I don't know what to do and not being afraid to ask. It's only taken 53 years.
Beverage: Earl Grey tea
Then I stumbled upon the following statement:
"You know you're old when you've thrown your back trying to open a can of pilchards."
What the heck is a "can of pilchards"?
My big, black cat was named for Bob the Builder's cat. I knew nothing of this PBS cartoon until I had the opportunity to adopt this cat. I had seen a couple of graphics that showed Bob with a long-haired black cat standing by him. "Oh, okay." This sentence implies there's something more here.
So, a check of Wikipedia for "pilchard" and it's another name for sardine.
I just have to laugh. It's somewhat fitting, isn't it? Name a cat after a fish. Her royal highness does like tuna water.
Sardines, or pilchards, are a group of several types of small, oily fish related to herrings, family Clupeidae. Sardines were named after the Mediterranean island of Sardinia, where they were once in abundance.
The terms sardine and pilchard are not precise, and the usual meanings vary by region. Britain's Sea Fish Industry Authority for example classifies sardines as young pilchards. One system of measurement suggests that fish shorter in length than 6 inches (15 cm) are sardines, and larger ones pilchards. The FAO/WHO Codex standard for canned sardines cites 21 species that may be classed as sardines; FishBase, a comprehensive database of information about fish, lists at least six species called just “pilchard,” over a dozen called just “sardine,” and many more with the two basic names qualified by various adjectives.
Plus, Bob the Builder originated in Britain. We don't call sardines pilchards. That's a very British term. Makes perfect sense why they would name a cat "Pilchard".
I looked today on the Bob the Builder site and there wasn't a cat to be found, or at least that I could see. That's kind of sad. I would liked to have seen the representation of my cat.
You know I'm going to think of sardines now when this feline decides she wants to lie in my lap. There is nothing "sardined" about 17 pounds of fur lying across my legs with her head on my arm preventing me from adequately killing mean baddies in my game. Yet, when she looks up at me....
Beverage: Earl Grey Tea
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
I like loud and bright. I mentioned in a post about fixing my socks that if the socks aren't what would be considered loud, I don't buy them. An exception has been made for socks my daughter has given me from Penneys. She gets great deals on Gold Toe socks and they are very sturdy so I happily wear them. Several Christmases ago, my sister gave me these wonderful teal-colored socks made from hemp. They, too, are sturdy and, even after what has to approach 100 washings, they are as soft as when I got them. Teal is a great color, too, not loud but it does go with most anything.
This is, however, not a post about socks. It's a post about shirts.
Back on Wednesday, I was standing in front of the row of short sleeved shirts hanging in my closet. Tomorrow, I will select 7 of my Hawaiian shirts to be ironed for wearing this next week. The bright colors are a mood lifter particularly as the weather is going to be back to normal and not the 60+ temperatures we've had all this week.
But I was looking at my collection of shirts. I need more bright colors. I could use more stripes or prints. I could use more bright blues. Red and green and black are covered. I look terrible in orange and purple, with the exception of the deep royal purple is not a color I like. I was wishing I could give away some of these shirts and replace them with brighter colors. That would involve shopping which I simply cannot do right now. It would be fun because the bright colors I'm looking for are out now, but I won't put myself further in debt to brighten my wardrobe.
I think this is all part of my inner desire to improve my attitude. I love color and a freshening of the wardrobe would improve my spirits. I will enjoy wearing my shirts next week, even if I have to toss it over a turtleneck.
Beverage: Chocolate Hazelnut tea
I have all these cookbooks and pamphlets collected over the years so I thought it would be fun to go through them and see what I could make with what I have since another grocery excursion is out of the question for 2 more weeks. I've had this craving for chocolate cake, nothing fancy, just a plain old chocolate cake.
So, I grabbed a chocolate cookbook and a small stack of pamphlets, set them on the ottoman intending to page through them once I got a cup of tea. Yeah...right...
I got another stack of pamphlets and let her have those.
I need to finish washing dishes because I'm actually going to haul the crock pot up from the basement and try a chicken dish I discovered. I need a spot on the counter for the crock pot.
Beverage: Chocolate hazelnut tea
Thursday, March 18, 2010
The crocus are up. I swear, they were not this bold when I left this morning. With tomorrow's gorgeous weather, I expect them to be in full bloom. Then the first day of spring arrives, on Saturday with a prediction of rain turning to snow. I said something at the beginning of the month about March going out like a lion.
Part of cleaning out the cupboard was to consume all the Jell-O I found. The next step has been to consume all the instant pudding I found. There wasn't as much of that as there was of the gelatin.
The first box was banana. The second box has been this pistachio. The last box is tapioca. I prefer to make Bob's Red Mill tapioca, which is a cook on the stove method. It makes a lovely tapioca pudding and I like to eat it warm, just after being made. The Jell-O brand will be cold although I could nuke it for warmth. I find tapioca to be one of those wonderful comfort foods, like tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, and when you're having comfort food, to finish the meal off with comfort dessert, well, that make the meal more special.
I can't remember what year this was released to the general public. It is one of those items that my grandmother seized upon as being perfect for cooking. It also helped that a couple of recipes came out in 1974, right after the Watergate break-in, which used the pudding as a base ingredient.
- 1 (3.4 ounce) package instant pistachio pudding mix
- 1 (8 ounce) can crushed pineapple, with juice
- 1 cup miniature marshmallows
- 1/2 cup chopped walnuts
- 1/2 (8 ounce) container frozen whipped topping, thawed
- In a large bowl, mix together pudding mix, pineapple with juice, marshmallows, and nuts. Fold in whipped topping. Chill.
This is the Watergate Cake.
- 1 (18.25 ounce) package white cake mix
- 3 eggs
- 3/4 cup vegetable oil
- 1 cup lemon-lime flavored carbonated beverage
- 1 (3 ounce) package instant pistachio pudding mix
- 3/4 cup flaked coconut
- 3/4 cup chopped pecans
- 2 (1.3 ounce) envelopes whipped topping mix
- 1 1/2 cups milk
- 1 (3 ounce) package instant pistachio pudding mix
- 3/4 cup chopped walnuts
- 3/4 cup flaked coconut
- Mix cake mix, oil, eggs, soda drink, and 1 package pudding well, about 5 minutes. Fold in coconut and nuts. Pour into greased and floured 9 x 13 inch pan.
- Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 45 minutes. Cool.
- To Make Icing: Combine dream whip, milk, and 1 package pudding. Beat until thick. Spread over cake. Sprinkle nuts and coconut on top.
So I'm sitting at supper last night, eating my spaghetti and having my pistachio pudding and remembering the boxes of this that were in my grandmother's pantry. It was a staple of her cooking. It's much better if I put aerosol whipped cream on the top of it rather than eat it straight.
I was looking at my bundt pan when I put the Dutch oven away. My grandmother lived for bundt pan recipes and Watergate cake was something she always made. Heck, I made it, for years. I'm sure the recipe lingers, sans coconut, in my recipe box.
I'll make the tapioca pudding over the weekend and that will be it for instant pudding. I probably won't purchase any more instant pudding unless I need to take a cake some where and something in a cook book catches my eye. I won't say my tastes are more sophisticated. They are just different now.
Winter is poised to return over the weekend. What could be better than tomato soup, grilled cheese sandwiches and tapioca pudding?
I'll take that.
Beverage: English Teatime
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
First problem. "Pull to Open" doesn't. I don't know how they sealed it, but even with perforations, I couldn't get the top to pull open. So, I took the scissors and cut by the perforations, exposing the part you're supposed to be able to reseal. HA!
Second problem. Opening up the bag along the "Pull to Open" exposes a seal that won't open. Seriously. Even Zip Locs seals open easier than whatever they put in the top of this bag. I remember the commercials for the initial announcement of the "zip loc" technology. People filled those bags with all sorts of stuff from liquid to dry, closed them and turned them upside down. "See? It doesn't leak." While you can still get cheap sandwich bags that have the "tuck in, fold over" technology, imagine if that's all that was available. That's what it used to be like. We take for granted that we can squeeze shut the tops of our plastic bags.
Third problem. I try and try to pull the two halves apart and one small spot gives. It's NOT where the squeeze shut apparatus is located. I've just made a hole in the bag itself. This has now defeated the purpose of a resealable top.
Fine. I get the scissors and cut open the top, pour as much as I need into the container and then, gasp, use an old-fashioned rubber band to secure the top of the bag. I have now implemented my own resealable top.
Not everything needs this kind of technology. I would submit that rice does not. In looking at the bags at the store, the size bigger and smaller than this did not have this resealing feature. If you're going smaller, it must be guessed that you will either secure it yourself or use it right away. If you're going large, you probably have a container into which it goes AND you'll be securing the bag yourself when you're done. It's just this size, roughly 8-10 pounds.
The bag is up on the shelf next to the couscous which is, ironically, in a zip loc bag.
I remember being cornered by a woman in the company for whom I was working at the time, who admonished me because I was not wearing any green on St. Patrick's Day. I am of Scottish, English, German and Czech extraction. There's no Irish. I have a connection to these other cultures but none, really, to Ireland. I believe, were I able to go back far enough, I would see there is Norse blood running through my veins as well, given that the Vikings made it a habit to attack the eastern side of Scotland. On that St. Patrick's Day in particular, I had been quite tired while getting dressed and had forgotten the date.
It's said that on St. Patrick's Day, everyone is Irish. What a lovely sentiment. But does that mean I have to succumb to overconsumption of beer? And where does tinting the beer green have anything to do with Irish culture?
I guess that's my biggest complaint about this pseudo-holiday. It's not about Irish culture. It's not about a celebration of corned beef and cabbage or Irish music. It's disintegrated into a socially acceptable day to become really, really drunk and be hung over the next day.
I knew a guy who tended bar on weekends when he wasn't working his day job. He hated St. Patrick's Day. The bar where he worked never had specials on March 17th. They discovered they didn't need to have anything "on sale" because the place would be packed regardless of a happy hour. He called the people who flooded the bar "amateurs". The regulars never showed up or came early and went home. People drinking in the bar on March 17th were not the people who would consider doing this for camaraderie. It was simply because getting drunk on St. Patty's Day was what one should be doing.
It does a disservice to the Irish to be so recognized and that's my lament.
Beverage: Huckleberry tea (I can't afford to stop at Caribou and get Irish Breakfast tea and I have none in the house.)
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
And scaring my cats.
I am not kidding. It came through about 8:45. I thought I had seen flashes of lightning outside but I was engrossed in getting my WOW guild moving in one direction toward the event we were going to do so I didn't really pay that much attention. Suddenly, there was a flash, crack, boom and the sound of hail hitting the window sills. I know this will mean nothing to some of you, but we had entered the Construct wing of Naxxramas and were working on belchers and blobs. I'm pushing buttons and Pilchard comes running into the office, jumps up on the chair next to me and starts meowing. She's followed by Mija who stands next to me and meows. Pilchard actually tried to force her way into my lap.
It was very noisy, I have to admit. I got up and looked out the windows to see the hail and the sheets of rain. Very large drops where pounding the south side of the house which just upset the girls even more. I went back into the office, pulled Pilchard into my lap and started calming her down. Mija jumped up in the vacated chair so she could get some ear scratching. I told my guild mates I had to attend to the cats because of the storm.
It lasted about 10 minutes. Once it had passed, nerves were adequately soothed and Mija went back to sleeping on the bed while Pilchard curled up on the table in the office as she usually does when I game.
I felt rather important. My other cats either hid or didn't care when a heavy storm like that came through. They never came to me. The times I'd go to the basement because of the tornado sirens, I'd have to call and call and call them downstairs. I don't think that's going to be the case here. I think I'll be able to scoop them up and go to safety or they will follow me. I like that.
Beverage: Scottish Blend tea
Thursday, March 11, 2010
The bank says I have $50 more than I say. Yes, it's a nice round number. I have searched and cannot find it.
Now, before you pat me nicely on the back and tell me I'm lucky, this is not good. As I have come to see, as the bank giveth, they taketh with equal measure. I cannot just write this in and think, "Whoopee! Delivery pizza tonight!" I need the numbers to match up or I will get behind again.
So, I have decided to assume my figure, which is the lower of the two, is correct. If, in fact, I do have, really, an extra $50 in the bank, I might as well keep it there as a cushion for those inevitable "oopes" that happen in life.
Now, off to the store for bananas and cheese and cereal and laundry detergent, among other things.
Beverage: Dr. Pepper
Americans regained more of their shrunken wealth, mainly because the healing economy boosted stock portfolios. But the gain was less than in the previous two quarters.
Thereported Thursday that household net worth rose 1.3 percent in the fourth quarter to $54.2 trillion. It marked the third straight quarter of gains. Net worth had risen by a stronger 4.5 percent in the second quarter of 2009 and by an even faster 5.5 percent in the third quarter.
I don't know whom they are talking to, but it isn't me.
So, on the agenda for this weekend is to remove everything under the sink, toss, clean and disinfect things. Then, I need to figure out where the leak actually is and do something about it. I think, based on what I could see at night under the sink, that it's coming from where the pipe meets that drain. I'm wondering, if I can get that area bone dry, if I can silicone caulk all the way around that joint and seal it. Will that work? I certainly cannot pay a plumber to come look at this.
The other problem I have to solve is why my windshield wipers won't work. (Try saying that 5 times fast.) It's not that they are intermittent, it's that they won't work, period. It was raining on the way to work this morning. I took the back roads and drove 30. There is only a quarter mile stretch where there's any traffic that I was more than a bit concerned about. But something has to be done.
I was supposed to go into the city Saturday to have lunch with Tonia but if I can't get the wipers working, I can't go. It's supposed to rain from now through Sunday evening. I have to get a few groceries but the store is just over the hill. In nice weather, I can walk there. That's not an issue. I have to run to the DMV to deal with a duplicate title for Carole's car but I can't do that without wipers.
If it's not pouring down rain when Rodney gets back from the job he's on at the moment, we're going to look at the fuses. Maybe it's something simple like a fuse. Again, I cannot afford to have to take the car in for a repair. There is no money for this. I need an oil change and I can't afford that.
So, I need to be careful in where I go until this is fixed or the weather is clear. It's really okay because I don't go anywhere as it is. I just do kind of need to have this fixed, however.
Beverage: Scottish Blend tea
I cleaned the litter boxes and left the back door open. I wanted the fresh breeze in the house and I kind of wanted to see what the girls would do. I came to the back door with a garbage bag and Pilchard quickly scrambled back inside the house. I sat down on the deck and Mija came outside. She walked around the deck, sniffing everything. Pilchard came out for a few seconds but ran back inside when I went to scratch her ears. All I had to do to get Mija inside was say, "Okay, back in the house" and inside she darted. Neither one went to the back door later to look out.
I like having them be house cats. I also liked how they were curious but only up to a point. I wonder if they can be "trained", like you ever really train a cat, to only come out onto the deck and not leave the deck? That way, I could have my summer Sunday morning breakfasts while reading the paper on the deck and know they won't be wandering off. I do think they enjoyed the sunshine and the fresh air.
After I took the garbage to the curb and came in for the evening, they were chasing each other and dashing all over the house as if the warm weather had somehow wound them up. They seemed very, very happy last night and there is nothing like a happy cat to put a smile on your face.
Beverage: Scottish Blend tea
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
We are down to the 5 most productive people. The stress level today is almost non-existent. While I do not wish for anyone to lose their job in this economic climate, the fact remains that the person we let go dug his own grave. Yesterday, when informed of the decision, his action was to blame everyone else and not himself for the loss.
Just a few suggestions to workers out there:
- If you are tired, go to be earlier. Openly sleeping in your office does not endear you to your office mates.
- When given a task that requires you to be out of the office doing something, go do it and come back. Don't stop at Starbucks for coffee and to read your newspaper. Worst of all, don't stop for coffee, then drive to a semi-secluded spot, recline your front seat and sleep.
- Don't come in 15-20 minutes late, check on what's going on in the office, take a nap and then tell me "I'm stepping out for a bit" and be gone for another 45 minutes.
- Find something on the Internet that holds your attention or read everything on your industry you can get your hands on. Your desk can be completely clear and clean and dusted but you should look busy.
- Find more than one thing to discuss with your office workers. We quickly tired of sports talk all the time. We all have varied interests and if all you talk about is one topic, when our knowledge is exhausted, we don't care to listen to you prattle on, whether that's sports, cats, WOW, car repairs, etc.
- And don't blame us if you get reprimanded. Even if you think it's unfair, look for any kernel of truth in the comment and work to get better. For years, we've been complaining about the same things. If it's the same comment and it's coming from more than just me, maybe there's something to it.
I went home last night and hugged my girls. I generally scratch ears in the morning before going out the door and say, "Well, I'm off to keep my girls in cat food and kitty litter." I still have a job. I like my job. I feel, sort of, for the guy we let go. It's tough out there. I've had to take what is, essentially, a pay cut by not going into the field and staying in the office. But you do what you need to do.
This is an opportunity for the 5 of us left to look at other ways of streamlining costs. It could become very good for us.
Beverage: English Teatime tea
Monday, March 8, 2010
I took chicken breasts out of the freezer not completely sure what I was going to make. I went through my recipe boxes and found Asian Garlic Chicken which sounded pretty good. I assembled all the ingredients the day before I would make this but when the time arrived to actually cook the chicken, Asian Garlic Chicken wasn't what I thought I wanted. In fact, none of the recipes in the box under the "Poultry" section appealed to me. I have thawed chicken breasts. I need to cook them. I can't be tossing food out.
So, I turned to my cookbook shelf. I did a scan of the shelves (yes I have multiple shelves of cookbooks) and the few stacked on top of the bookshelf and I spied this one. I don't remember where I got it, just as I don't remember where I got 90% of my cookbooks. There have got to be recipes for cooking chicken on the pages.
"Oven Fried Chicken with Honey Lemon Sauce". Serve this with rice and frozen veggies and it was incredible. I used up all my honey in the process so I can't make any more honey cornmeal muffins. That's okay because I'm nearly out of cornmeal, too.
Last night, I made "Fish Fillets with Curried Rice" from a recipe I've had for years. That made enough for 3 more meals. Plus there was extra rice. Now, I'd cooked up 4 chicken breasts but only had enough rice for two. Add a chicken breast to the extra curried rice and viola, lunch today. I still have one chicken breast to eat but I'm thinking it would make a very good sandwich. I just need to get some lettuce and fries.
It's nice when it all comes together. I'm good until probably Thursday with supper and lunch. That gives me time to do some grocery shopping.
Beverage: china black tea
- Have a network of friends. The more friends you have, the more you'll have people who know someone who can help when life goes sour.
- Chat up people next to you in lines or when you're waiting for something or if you're on a plane ride some place. It could pay dividends.
- A change of luck can be as simple as changing your outlook. Lucky people see the bad things in life as a challenge to be overcome, not as something that beats them down. It's a glass "half-full or half-empty" perspective.
- Lucky people are always on the look-out for opportunities. They look at every situation as a potential for increasing good luck.
So it's on to my next read. I chose something lighter.
Beverage: China Black tea
Friday, March 5, 2010
A couple guys from other offices posted to her thread congratulating us. I suggested we deserved chocolate for sticking around this long. Chuck, from the South Carolina office, posted "I'll see what I can do."
I got a package yesterday in the mail. I had no idea what was sort of fat and being sent to me from the South Carolina office. Then I opened it.
Rodney came out of his office and gave me a very quizzical look as to why I was laughing so hard.
Chuck rocks. Yup. He does and no, I am not sharing.
Beverage: Huckleberry tea
"Check The Manual (Transmission): Stick Shift Cars Going Away
Usage In U.S. Drops Below 10%By Kirk Seaman, AOL Car Correspondent.
The ability to drive a car equipped with a manual transmission is becoming a dying art. The sales numbers tell the story: In 1985, according to Ward’s Communications, 22.4% of all vehicles sold in the United States came with a manual transmission. By 2007, the number had plummeted to 7.7%.
A quick check of vehicles for sale on AOL Autos tells a similar story. Of the 4,391,747 vehicles recently listed for sale, only 241,560 -- or 5.5% -- came with a manual..."
I learned to drive on a tractor and then when dad got us one of the first "mini" van models released to the public. All of our cars in the last 1960's and early 1970's were stick shift models. Dad said the automatics had him worried. He didn't trust something that claimed to shift for you.
I go off to college and marry a guy who doesn't know how to drive a stick. All the cars we owned in the first 10 years of our marriage were automatics. I would long for the days of shifting. It is a point of honor if you know how to drive a stick shift.
When we got a second car, that car had a stick shift. I loved it. My ex never drove it except once, in the church parking lot. When it came time to replace it, I got a Jeep which has a stick shift.
"The reasons for this situation are many. First, driver’s education classes simply aren’t teaching students how to drive a manual. We spoke with Eric Tunell at the Bob Bondurant School of High Performance Driving, perhaps the most well-known and highly regarded performance driving schools in the country, to get his perspective.
'With the teen drivers who attend our programs, their family car doesn’t have a manual transmission, so they don’t need to learn,' he explained. 'We also find that parents are mainly concerned with the safety of their teen driver and a manual is one more thing to distract them from focusing on driving.'
Another reason is fuel economy. In the past, manual transmissions got better fuel economy than automatics. Improvements in automatic transmission design, however, has helped them equal the fuel economy numbers of manuals, or at least come very close.
Modern traffic conditions have also helped contribute to the manual’s demise. In today’s stop-and-start traffic, the constant clutch-and-shift action is tiring. Combine that with the creaking knees of the aging baby boomer population and it’s no wonder manual transmissions are going the way of the dodo."
I think about replacing the Jeep and I can't imagine NOT having a stick shift. I feel I am more actively involved in the mechanics of driving because my car's not doing everything for me. I am more aware of what's going on around me because slowing my car means applying the brake AND downshifting. Is it a pain to continually shift to 2nd or 3rd and back to 1st when driving out of the city in rush hour? Sure it is, but I figure I'm exercising my legs.
I also feel that a person who drives a stick shift can drive out of any situation. Need someone to move that truck? I can do it. I know a lot of new trucks have automatic transmissions in there, but many do not. While I would be hard pressed to back up a truck with a trailer, I can drive pretty much anything because I can drive a stick shift.
Yet times change and we should adapt with the times. If I'm the only 89 year-old in the US driving a stick shift, well, somehow I think that fits right into my odd-ball personality.
Beverage: Huckleberry tea
I have photos on this card. I took a bunch of photos last night but didn't upload them as I was going to bring the camera into the office today. So now what? I guess I assume all those photos are lost and the card is no good?
Fortunately, I have other cards. They are smaller than this one. I'll just have to upload more frequently.
Beverage: Huckleberry tea
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Of course, Mija comes into the kitchen with me and wants to know what I'm doing. Shakespeare used to say absolutely nothing. All he would do is stretch up against you, extend his claws and hook them into your closest pant leg. Wearing shorts? Didn't matter to him. Mija just meows, loudly, although she will stand up against my legs as Shakespeare did. She does this if she doesn't think I have acknowledged her presence.
So I open the can of tuna and divided the juice into two saucers. Suddenly, there's a big black cat in the kitchen too and she's meowing. I gave them their saucers of tuna juice. All went quiet.
Once the juice was consumed, both left the kitchen to bathe their faces and to go lie down. Tuna is not a full-time meal for a cat. It's not well-balanced. It's just a treat to be consumed occasionally. I did have to laugh. I ate my casserole and made tea and there was no cat following me into the kitchen. Both were sound asleep.
Beverage: Earl Grey tea
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
It was an interesting evening because I brought the box in and then went to the basement to hang up the load of wash I did the day previous. While I was down there, I noticed, on the top shelf of this shelf unit near the wash lines, a bottle of Amaretto. I will swear that all the times previous when I've been looking for that, I haven't been able to find it. There it was, clear as day. I was actually wishing that I had 7Up to make amaretto and 7. And I dug out a recipe for MahiMahi with an amaretto sauce. Now, I don't have any MahiMahi but I have other white fish that should be just as good.
I followed the directions he provided for making the cocoa and added amaretto. I am not sharing. I'm sorry. You go find your own cocoa. This is mine. I have some cherry liqueur and some cinnamon schnapps on the shelf. As I'll drink hot cocoa all year 'round, I think I'm set for raiding beverages for a couple of months, at least.
Beverage: Assam tea