Puffies (aka Little Puffs)
Baby (aka Hitler)
Lucky
Clyde
Whitey
Mama Kitty
Shiner
Red
Rooney
Rambo (aka Little Girl)
Buttermilk (aka Milktoast) (aka Numbnuts)
Harriet now lives in town with her grandma.
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Friday, October 29, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Garden
This weekend I worked in the garden.
I've planted so far: onions, Brussels sprouts, beets, pumpkin, summer squash, okra, two tomato plants, cilantro, basil and green beans.
Yet to be planted: carrots, more beans, more tomatoes, cilantro and basil biweekly, and a heck of a lot more if can find those seeds I got a few weeks ago.
I've planted so far: onions, Brussels sprouts, beets, pumpkin, summer squash, okra, two tomato plants, cilantro, basil and green beans.
Yet to be planted: carrots, more beans, more tomatoes, cilantro and basil biweekly, and a heck of a lot more if can find those seeds I got a few weeks ago.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Fear
A friend asked me today, "Are you afraid?" It was a general question -- he wasn't asking if I was afraid of any particular thing. My first reaction was, "No, not really..." I live a secure life, I'm happily married, have a good job with summers off. Sure, I'm afraid of the criminally insane. I'm afraid of physical pain. But not much else.
Then I started thinking about the last few weeks.
My mom has been very sick.
The drive to St. Mary's ER in Rochester was terrifying. "Am I bringing my mom to St. Mary's to die the way I brought my dad to St. Mary's to die?" "Is this her last car ride?" "Does she hurt?" "Can.They.Help.Her?"
She didn't get admitted to St. Mary's, and strangely, that made me less scared. My thinking was "they know what they're doing....this is Mayo..." The ride home was less scary. Two days later she was in the Cannon Falls hospital with pneumonia. Her blood oxygen level was in the 70s.
She's home now, and not herself. She thinks it's the drugs. I hope it's a temporary thing -- that she again becomes the woman who drives to the casinos, loves having coffee with her friends, and is always game for finding a great restaurant for lunch.
Maybe when that happens, I'll stop lurching every time the phone rings.
Then I started thinking about the last few weeks.
My mom has been very sick.
The drive to St. Mary's ER in Rochester was terrifying. "Am I bringing my mom to St. Mary's to die the way I brought my dad to St. Mary's to die?" "Is this her last car ride?" "Does she hurt?" "Can.They.Help.Her?"
She didn't get admitted to St. Mary's, and strangely, that made me less scared. My thinking was "they know what they're doing....this is Mayo..." The ride home was less scary. Two days later she was in the Cannon Falls hospital with pneumonia. Her blood oxygen level was in the 70s.
She's home now, and not herself. She thinks it's the drugs. I hope it's a temporary thing -- that she again becomes the woman who drives to the casinos, loves having coffee with her friends, and is always game for finding a great restaurant for lunch.
Maybe when that happens, I'll stop lurching every time the phone rings.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
March 30, 2010
I saw a bat fly out of the barn last night, on March 30, 2010. It looked like a big brown. I hope he found some bugs to eat.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
I Make My Own Detergent
1 bar grated Fels Naptha soap
1½ cup washing soda
1½ cup Borax
Mix together.
2 tablespoon for light load
3 tablespoons for heavy or real dirty load.
I got this recipe from my nephew. He got it from thefrugalshopper.com
1½ cup washing soda
1½ cup Borax
Mix together.
2 tablespoon for light load
3 tablespoons for heavy or real dirty load.
I got this recipe from my nephew. He got it from thefrugalshopper.com
Friday, February 26, 2010
Cats on hand 2-26-10
Puffies (aka Little Puffs)
Baby (aka Hitler)
Lucky
Clyde
Whitey
Mama Kitty
Shiner
Harriet
Red
Rooney
Rambo
Buttermilk
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