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Oh well …
Another weird happening last week was the apparent presence of borrowers, or possibly ghosts, in the house … specifically in computers. Three times I have turned off my computer only to have it turn back on later.
Once I turned it off after a final check of email and went to bed. I woke up around 2330 realizing there was a light shining when there should be no light. I got out of bed and found my computer blazing away.
A couple of days later, I turned off the computer after working on the minutes for the amateur radio club meeting and went downstairs. Within a hour, it had turned back on.
Sunday evening, just before Downton Abbey … it happened again.
And yesterday, George’s computer got involved.
It will no longer surprise me when it happens.
Health Report (in response to queries) …
George’s ear is fine. The surface scab over the area which had been frozen (to remove the keritosis) dropped off and the skin under it is clear.
George’s eyes are an ongoing concern. We saw the retinologist again last monday. George wound up with another black eye from the lidocaine injection preceding the laser treatment on the 17th. But the sight in his right eye has improved a bit. Next appointment will be 12 March.
And me ??? No further cardiac or gastric symptoms. Arthritis still an on-and-off event. Middle finger on my left hand is taking on more and more of an angle. I can still spin and knit and what can you expect at my age?
Thanks for asking. How are you?
sauerkraut, pickle relish, and rooster sauce.
From personal experience, I know that nurses are not always neat and clean, seated at a desk smiling. Most of them work hard … at hard tasks.
How many people are routinely asked to lift or move people weighing up to three times their own weight … on and off bedpans, toilets, x-ray tables, and operating tables … into and out of wheel chairs, gurneys, and beds … ?
I once had to deal with a woman who was so big it took meat hooks to lift her abdominal apron off her legs. She weighed more than 500 pounds. We had to take her, in her bed, down to the basement and use the freight scale in order to weigh her.
No wonder back and leg injuries are high on the list of troubles nurses have.
And now some hospitals are saying those are not work related injuries ???
We have new tenants … a pair of owls.
George discovered one first in trees to the northwest of the house. Then I heard it off to the southwest the following evening.
The next evening, as I went out to collect eggs and tuck in the ladies, I heard it off to the northeast of the barn … except there were two of them. Really interesting. Two voices in two registers … one soprano-tenor and one mezzo-baritone. They even sing two different riffs.
Maybe they will nest here and we will eventually get to see them. In the meantime, we will enjoy the sounds.
I have decided to go back to wearing aprons.
I used to wear them all the time. When I was a 50s/60s housewife I had solid colour dresses with four or five patterned aprons in the same colour. That way I could wear the same dress most of the week and a different apron every day so I always looked fresh.
Over the years, here on the farm, I stopped wearing dresses and so the aprons went by the wayside as well.
Last week, while baking cookies, I found myself dusting off my hands on the sides of my pants and thought “That’s what aprons are for.”
I dug out some aprons which I had packed away, rather than given away, and started wearing them while doing kitchen work. Felt kind of good. Back to basics.
I may even get back to wearing dresses when working in the house with pants saved for garden work. That might mean I’ll need to start sewing again.
One day last week, there was a report on NPR about Iran and its bi-polar attitude toward the outer world … “Death to America” vs “We welcome you. Come visit.”
In the background of the interview, which was taking place in an outdoor tea room, was a guitar duo playing “Hotel California” (the Eagles’ hit). George and I were both laughing as we recalled the lyrics …
Last thing I remember,
I was running for the door.
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before.
“Relax,” said the night man,
“We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like,
But you just can never leave.”
A friend recently shared a photo of the Mountain taken from a plane by her relative, Maytal Abramson.
It is so lovely, I decided to share it with you …
It has been reported there are at least six people in the world who look exactly like you. There is a nine percent chance you’ll meet one of them in your lifetime.
Many years ago, when I was working as a bookkeeper-teller for the Bank of America in Manhattan Beach, I got to work one monday morning to be asked why I has snubbed a fellow employee the saturday night before. He was at the local movie theatre and swore I was too. Not …
And another time I saw this pic …
It looked like my Dad, but was actually a Frenchman.
It has gotten cold … down in the teens at night. I know that’s not COLD cold like they are having back east, and there is no moisture in it so no hope of snow. It just delays any outdoor work for three or four hours each morning.
It is putting a kibosh on garden starts.
No snow … so we should be able to start the garden early. Then cold … so we have to wait.
The straw cover over the onion starts seems to be doing its job. The fruit trees aren’t yet coming into bloom. Potatoes are cut and drying, getting ready to plant. I need to get some straw bales. The fig tree is leafing out. And I will start seeds indoors in a week or so.
The rising sun has moved south of Black Butte and there is sun in the meadow by 0700. It is still light out after 1800. Seems like a faster than normal change. Probably just due to my aging perception.
A truism to end the week …
“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.” ― Aldous Huxley
So, ’til next week …