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Tuesday, September 30, 2014

$3 Slow Cooker & Kroger Sale

$3
 
I found this Hamilton Beech-Proctor Silex (says so on the bottom) slow cooker for $5 at a garage sale but did not get it. Later, I stopped by on the way home and offered her $3 in ones that I waggled out the window. She took it. It really does not look so dirty as in the picture. It is in the wagon, waiting to come indoors, but I figured I should get the picture when I could. I could then.
 
The cooker needs to be washed. Then, I can put some water inside and plug it up to see if it works. Keep your fingers crossed.
 
Once, I said I never wanted a crockpot. Then, I bought a $1 tiny crockpot/slow cooker. That teeny one is only useful for heating something. Someone sent me a larger Crockpot that I love. I love it so much that I wanted a smaller one for the times I just don't need a large one or want to cook two different kinds of meat in quantity. So, the yard sale slow cooker may be the answer to my wishes.
 
Exbf took it out of the car and put it in his car, so I searched all week for it. He thought I wanted it in a box to store it. ??? At any rate, It's home now.
 
Soon, I will be like udy with a J and have a whole cadre of crockpots. If I never need to cook for a crowd, I am set. She cooks many meals at once in crockpots, in the oven and on the stove. The whirlwind cooking frenzy leaves her with meals in the freezer and helps them not to eat out so often. She has meals for lunches, single servings, and meals for their dinner every night.
 
One day, I will cook meals like she does--marathon style--and not have to cook for a month. That may happen before I have knee surgeries and back surgery.
 
Right now, I am going to bake cookies and put color on my hair. And, try not to rub my eye.
 
That was Monday night. Now, it is Tuesday night. The cookies never were baked. But, I did put color on my hair. I only got hair-color-diluted-water in one eye--of course, the operated on one. But, it seems okay 24 hours later.
 
Cookies tonight? Maybe. But, I have to wash the soaking Crock Pot and put meat in it. I found boneless skinless chicken breasts for $1.99/lb. at Kroger when I went to Huntsville for a visit to my orthopedic surgeon. I can get two or three meals out of one of the huge breasts, so the price is doable for me.
 
9:12 pm
Okay, the four huge breasts and a scrawny one are all in the Crock Pot from my secret friend. I sprinkled Mrs. Dash, Lemon Pepper, all over and may put in a can of mushroom soup later. I have to climb to find it, so maybe not.
 
 
Your turn
Have you ever purchased a second-hand Slow Cooker/ Crockpot? Did it work? How many Crockpots do you have? Do you ever cook in several at once? Or, cook in s crockpot for freezing meals?

Monday, September 29, 2014

Free Pears

 
a pear in hand
 
 
I have found a pear tree. Yes, my nail polish is chipped. I don't sit all day. Plus, this nail polish was put on last Wednesday. Tonight, I redo.
 
 
barely over my head
 
 

 
rotten pears on the ground
 
The pear tree is around the corner and down the street that is next on the main road to the north of my house, two blocks from my house. The guy said he was just visiting, so help myself. Notice the cleanup happening.


 What I saw!
YAY! I found a new tree
Look at the lovely sky!
 
 
The ground, however, was still covered in pears. This falling of pears has been going on for two weeks. I did not go sooner to ask because of the fruit flies in the house and the cataract surgery. I went now to get a stick in my eye to annoy the optometrist! You just know he would say that. Hopefully, I can get rid of most of the fruit flies tonight. I found things they were after--fruits and vegetables stored out of the refrigerator. Fruit flies like onions, even fresh ones....grrr. 
 
 

 
 yep, rotten
 
The hens would love these! I may go back and get a bucketful for them later. Today, I was dodging yellow jackets. These on the ground are probably full of yellow jackets, so maybe I will share my good ones. 
 
 
2012 pears
 
I will probably take the fruit picker next time I go pick pears. This and my arm reach 17 feet. With both torn rotator cuffs, I probably can only reach 15 feet high.
 
 

mystery fruit
 
As I was driving along near my house, I saw the fruit tree between the two trees. 
 
 
looks like plums
 
 

mystery fruit
 
I was so intent on finding fruit that the green "fruit" to the right of the weedeater caught my attention. After straining to focus, I realized it was just tennis fruit. lol I have to go back since no one came to the door.  
 
 
20 pounds of pears and no picture. Ha! I will put up one later. I am so tired and feeling like being lazy.
 
I am hoping to finally rid myself of the plague of fruit flies tonight. If not, they will attach these when I try to store them or cut them up. Right now, they sit in front of the window ac. I am hoping the cool air will dissuade them from gathering on the fruit. Dehydrating them may be the next step.
 
Your turn
Have you found any free fruit lately? Do you put it up? How?
 
 
 

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Dust if you must



Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better,
To paint a picture or write a letter,
Bake a cake or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to read,
Friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come 'round again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not always kind.
And when you go and go you must,
You, yourself, will make more dust
 
Rose Milligan
 
I have no idea where I saw this. Do you?
 
Rather than dust, I would sew, read or go to a theatre production...sit in my swing, cook, travel.
 
Your turn
What would you do instead of dust?

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Around the Yard

"Why are we in here so early?"

 

 Early this evening, I heard the raccoon leaving the house, so I ran to feed the hens and trick them into their pen. An hour later, I came back out and they were all three sitting facing the door. In this picture, Thelma is getting up. She is expecting me to come into the pen with more food or to let them out. When I got to the door, they were all on their feet and moving away from the door. No, I did not open the door or go in. Notice how large Maggie May is getting. She is closest to the camera. She still does not have enough comb to indicate she might start laying or to tell me whether she is a she.

 
This hole is about three feet across and six inches deep...sigh...their newest dust hole spa.
 

another dust hole spa location
 
 
This dust bath location is where daffodils died earlier this year. It was sort of bare-ish, a condition the hens cannot resist. They don't have to work so hard to get through the St. Augustine grass.
 


 
two small tomatoes
 

There was one the other day. I suppose these are grape tomatoes. Even though I was hoping for larger ones. Well, two bites are better than none. This is my total "harvest" this year.

Today is the first day this week I have done more than just feed the hens. I actually cared about looking around. I even lopped a few limbs over my head, probably activity forbidden by the surgeon.

About the pear tree--I may not get pears or even ask. The million fruit flies sort of preclude bringing fruit home to work with. I have to buy one banana at a time, which means I don't have a banana each day. That drives me nuts. But, I do have the three quarts of dehydrated bananas.

Your turn
Does anyone have a smaller "harvest"? Isn't this better than listening to cataract talk? lol


New drops and new wireless internet question

I know you may be getting tired of hearing about cataract surgery and the aftermath. I called the surgeon's office in Birmingham and was given new eye drops, with identical ingredients. When I tried to pick them up at WM, they were out. So, I had to go to Walgreen's to get them. Then, I drove back to WM to ask about the identical ingredients. He seemed puzzled, too, but said the ingredient might be in a different base.

At any rate, when I put the new drops in, there was soothing not pain. Relief.

Charter came out for the umpteenth time and put in there router. At first, I was having trouble. The Charter guy would not touch my computer or give me advice. It was funny because my laptop screen kept going black, yet the light on the front of the laptop was lit. ATT guys would help. The guy wanted to leave before I could prove to myself that I had wireless. He said if I did not sign his little pad, he would remove the router and leave. People like me dealing with people like him should not own weapons...just kidding.

The wireless guy who put up the wire and installed modem moved my extension ladder. It was leaning against the back of the house, but lying. Yes, I know it is unsafe to leave ladders outside so people have no trouble getting into my house. At any rate, it is one foot from my path to hens. I could stagger and trip over it. This Charter guy refused to touch it. He quoted OSHA. I remarked that all the guys at Charter seemed to be "specialists. "Yes, ma'am, I am a specialist. This is all I do--install modems." I hope his old grandmother needs something some day and an asshole shows up. Bitter? YES!

Is there any way to do wireless alone? I mean--I have MagicJack and an antenna. I pay nothing for them once I made the purchase. So, is there a way to get a device like MagicJack or an antenna so I am free of companies?

My eye feels great. But, the last straw with this eye doctor (optometrist) is the fact he kept telling my pain and irritation in lashes at outer corner was where the incision was made. That is insulting to think I know no better. The irritation was like a person might get at the very corner of the mouth in cold weather. The doctor ran six feet from me to keep from having to look at it. I said, "Will you look at it, please?" "No, that is where the incision was made." "In the lashes?" That was the final straw with him. I really don't want to go back to him for my appointment on Oct. 2, but the other eye doctor probably will not want to take this in the middle of my appointments. I will find out Monday! I need a better bedside manner. More cooperation.

Keeping my head above my heart makes everything difficult with knee and back problems, and not being able to squat without excessive pain...sigh. I am going to wash my hair with eyes closed and keep my head high enough. The water will soak me and the floor...lol. Okay. I will have exbf rinse the hair color under the water hose, and an outfit will be ruined. Okay.

This stream of consciousness post kept changing channels...lol.

Are you sick of cataract stories and griping? I am.

Your turn
Does anyone know of a better way to get internet than a company? If it takes specialized equipment, I am okay with that because this costs $50 month.

Is the cataract saga getting old?

Friday, September 26, 2014

Thursday Night and Friday Morning


Friday morning about 3:30 am.

I put the last of the eye drops for the day into my eye. I could have sworn there was more fuzz in my eye. This drop takes my breath away. Maybe I am allergic to this particular drop.

One thing: I am getting so sick of friends in real life acting like I am silly or at fault for having problems.  This surgery is very inconvenient for me. First of all, I am not supposed to lift more than ten pounds. Okay, that is not usually possible for me. But, lifting the clothes hamper is something I cannot do. So, I have to half the load and go back for the rest.. My friend said she just had her husband lift it.  It is not that they are express how fortunate they feel to have someone to help, they are dismissive of my problem and act like it is a personal failing of mine.  Actually, they are not grateful there is someone there for them, they act like they are the superior being.  That is just ignorant.

A guy in the doctor’s waiting room said he had his wife put his eye drops in because he could not….for a month. She is out of town, so he just brought the drops to his appointment for the tech to put in for him.

Now, I am not talking about stories in my comments of your cataract surgery or your relative’s cataract surgery. No, I enjoy hearing what you have to say and really envy some of the outcomes. Keep telling me what it should be like.

The rules are “keep head/eyes above heart.” Do NOT get water in your eyes. That pretty much makes hair washing and hair coloring next to impossible. My hairdresser will not accommodate me and my dilemma. Soooo, who did I see today?--my hairdresser from 35 years ago. She still works and loves it and loves the people….what she said today. I will call her and at least get my hair washed.  She may not put on box hair coloring, and I cannot afford shop coloring prices.

Exbf could wash my hair and squirt the water in the wrong place so it got in my eyes. But, I might kill him before he finished, and I would have to find someone to finish it.  If I yelled at him for what he was doing, he would step back two steps and start to argue that he IS doing it right, and I would be soaked and yelling for him to just do it right.  Oh, I don’t have to even yell, just disagree and he stops what he is doing and comes to me to argue. He would never adjust the stream of water and continue.

Eating

After surgery, I was eating a meal of bbq grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and chocolate cake. I have no recollection of putting on my shoes, getting off the table or riding in the wheel chair, but I knew my meal when I saw it with exbf. People are shocked that I don’t throw up after surgery or even the anesthesia with my first two babies. Exbf laughed and said that was just like something I would do because the normal reaction to everything is just the opposite for me.  

 

I just know the employees at the surgery center who saw me eating were hoping I left before I threw up. I don’t even remember leaving or getting into his vehicle. After surgery only eating made an impression on me.

Then, on Thursday night when I put in the last dose of eye medicine, I thought my eye would explode. This may sound melodramatic, but let me put it in your eye. All the tissue around my eyeball was swollen and stiff and both eyes teared and my nose ran for hours. Finally, when the pain and swelling subsided, I went to bed at 7:30 am, Friday morning.

I called the surgeon at noon, 2 pm and 4 pm, fearing they would all go home and WM pharmacy would close before I could get a replacement drop. When I went to WM, they were out. So, I had to hightail it to Walgreens. As it turns out, this is the same medicine, just under a different name. I took it to WM and he agreed, saying maybe it had a different base or something.  I will go home and put it in my eye and see what happens. This agony occurs the minute it touches my eye.

I was given three eyedrops and so far, I am allergic or sensitive to two!

The eye doctor who was mean is different that the surgeon who I now will call—ONLY.

I told an employee in WM who just had same surgery with same surgeon, told her about my doctor. She screwed up her face and said she would never, ever go to him because she did not like him. Aha, I am not alone.

Okay, back is just about at its limit.

My hair is so filthy. I will not try the dry wash because the liquid turns to powder, something I cannot be around.

Over and Out on Friday night.

Wednesday Ordeal with Eye


Wednesday might

Shortly after I posted to my blog yesterday, I sat in my chair, leaned back and took my finger and rubbed my eyelid under my glasses. I imagined going blind by morning. My eye had been bothering me so for the last few hours, anyway. So, I tried to call the emergency number for the primary eye doctor and could not figure out how to leave a number message. So, I called the oncall doctor of the surgeon in Birmingham.

The surgeon on call cheerfully assured me I was okay. The primary eye doctor here was stern.

When I went to bed around midnight, I tossed and turned and could not sleep for the pain in my eye. Finally, after getting up to go to the bathroom four or five times, I took two more melatonin and went to sleep immediately. The phone was off and I awoke around noon.

Thursday

Finally, around 1:00 pm I called for an appointment for him to look at my eye. I felt no one was happy with me and tried to talk me out of my discomfort, but I got an appointment for 4:45 pm. The tech said my eyesight was still 20/20, “just like yesterday.” Dr. came in and was fussing at me. He looked in my eye and saw what was hurting me—a piece of some kind of “fuzz”  that was stuck “right in the wound.” You would have thought I did it on purpose.

He anesthetized my eye with drops. Seeing him coming toward my eyeball with pointy tweezers was not fun at all. But, he got it muttering that it looked like fuzz off a Q-tip or a Kleenex. I have not used a Q-tip for anything since surgery. The last Kleenex I used was handed me by his tech. So there!

My eye felt wonderful after he removed the fuzz. He said that was the drops that made me feel nothing. Well, the drops were put in at 5 pm. Now, at 11 pm, I still feel no pain at all. The pain with every blink is gone. OH! The strange thing was I could “see” my heartbeat. That quit, too, after the fuzz removal.

Then, he had a calm voice, but stern words of warning that “you need to follow directions about putting in the eye drops.” I was horrified, embarrassed, and shocked. When I objected and tried to show him the little chart given me where I checked off drops as I used them, he would not look and repeated twice more his warning that was more accusation. I still feel the sting of that. When I go back on Tuesday for my one-week checkup, I am going to tell him about it in a well-rehearsed objection. It is like he looked at me and decided I was not compliant!

There is no way I would not be compliant because this is my eyesight, something I value more than a limb. Okay, maybe I could spare one eye. lol

Fuzz stuck “in the wound,” as he put it, is not caused by lack of eye drops! Since I was the last patient, he may have been annoyed he had to stay until 5:15.

At this point, it will be a long time before I have the other eye done. I may just get a new lens for the right eye. There is no law one must have both lens in the glasses changed. I still have astigmatism. Reading close up with more ease is not possible, but far objects and print are sooo much better than before surgery.

At any rate, we all decided I should wear the little eye shield all the time instead of just at bedtime. However, the tape is burning my skin. So, I will wear it judiciously during the day. But, I will wear it every night for the next month. I cannot figure any place that will allow me to lie down or even has a chair to scrunch down in. Maybe I can go to the sixties’ style coffee house and snag an upholstered chair that is cast off and sweaty. Yes, I carry something to throw over it. Otherwise, I come home smelling like flop sweat.

Charter will come out Saturday between 3 pm and 5 pm to hook up my internet. Until then, I cannot read blogs. Well, I can, but I cannot sit up at BK or anywhere for long or my back will hurt too much the next few days.

So, shortly, I will go two blocks to the library and post this. At this point, I cannot tell anything was done to my eye, unlike the last 24 hours of discomfort since I managed to get “a piece of fuzz in the wound.”

Just thought of something—maybe the doctor was so mean to me because I was right about something being wrong with my eye this afternoon. Only I could manage to get “a piece of fuzz in the wound.” Yes, those were his words.  
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1:30 am Friday morning, posting and cannot tell anything ever happened to my eye.