Saturday, August 18, 2018
Come On. Fess Up
The okra is suddenly taller than I am, or at least some of it is and it's producing nice pods. I may even have enough to pickle a few jars' worth soon. I hope so. I've been looking for the recipe I used last year and of course I can't find it. It was just spicy enough and had a little sweet to it too, and I suppose I can replicate it somewhat.
But, VOILA! I just did a search for pickled okra on my blog and here is the recipe I used.
Now. If I can just get enough okra to make it worthwhile to get out the canner.
I'm feeling off this evening. It was a mostly normal day. I worked in the garden just long enough to pull the rest of the tomatoes and the tomato cages and do a little weeding and perhaps I got overheated. God knows it's possible. I went to the store, too, to pick up a few things and honestly, that's about all I've done today. I found another egg on the ground which matched the one I found yesterday but it was in the coop and Dearie was not so my theory that it was her egg has been dashed. I also got another Viv or Vera egg, but in a nest, as well as one of Dottie's. It's been a long time since I got three eggs in one day.
I checked on Violet and she is still valiantly sitting on her eight eggs. I figure that if they're going to hatch, it should happen in the next few days.
And that's about it from Lloyd. I am not lonely nor am I especially anxious although anxiety can certainly masquerade as many things. After my admission yesterday about the whole vegetable issue, I ate a salad for my lunch with the crazy volunteer arugula growing in my garden, tomatoes, onions, pickled asparagus, avocado, basil, and mozzarella. It was good. And I am going to cook a steak for dinner tonight because I want one and I bought one and that is that.
Mr. Moon reports that all is well in gator-hunting world and I am glad of that.
Oh god. This is all so boring that I am ashamed to post it but if I don't post, I get emails asking if I'm alive and yes, I am. I am alive. Right now, anyway. And tomorrow Vergil and Jessie and August and Levon will be heading home and that is truly something to look forward to. Perhaps I shall finish up Maggie's dress and even make a little pair of shorts to go under it. We shall see.
Since I'm so lame tonight, why don't you tell me what YOU did today? Or what you thought today? Or what you read today? Or what you danced to today? Or what you cooked and/or ate today? Or how you felt today? Any epiphanies? Got a good joke? What's your recommendation for the best book you ever read? Who's your favorite Beatle? Favorite Beatle's song? Favorite comfort food? The moment you knew you were in love with your beloved? Weirdest place you ever had sex? Earliest memory? What's your spirit totem animal? Do you run with the wolves or do you cuddle with the kittens? Do you ever think about the fact that no one ever claims a hyena as their spirit animal? Or a vulture? What's up with that? How can we all be eagles and dolphins and owls? Someone's gotta eat the dead, otherwise things would get really messy. What was the best present you ever got? The worst? Beach or mountains? Mick or Keith? (Trick question.) Do you wear perfume or other scent? What kind? Bath or shower? If you got to choose, what would be the last thing you'd do on this earth?
Bring it on. Thanks, y'all.
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Danced a little while sorting clothes. Keith. George. My lips are sealed, but maybe they weren't. Planning chicken fajitas for dinner along with breadfruit fries and smashed avocado with tomato salsa. Too many wonderful possibilities to choose just one before dying - I'll have to take what comes. That really means we should limit the time we spend doing things we don't like, doesn't it? Sweet dreams, Mary.ReplyDelete
Love this answer! "My lips are sealed, but maybe they weren't."Delete
And yes, we should definitely limit the time doing things we don't really like.
Farmers Market, a long nap, the grocery store, the library. Going to broil some salmon for dinner. Reading a Georgette Heyer novel. Also reading *Women's Work The first 20,000 years* Fascinating but slow going for me.ReplyDelete
Sounds like a very decent day.Delete
Cajun joke. Boudreaux be complainin’ to Thibodaux ‘bout how his wife, Clothile, be de worse back seat driver he never done see. When Thib ax him, “How bad she be?” Boudreaux say, “Mais, she be a nag-a-gator!”ReplyDelete
Ha! Love it!Delete
lordy........so many possibilities here! LOL, you had a full day of *doing* and that is good.....and happy that Jessie and Vergil and grands coming home too....and that Mr Moon is having a good time. Me? Boring as all get out. Cleaned out henhouse....... washed all the rugs in the house...... am working on a wacky dinner of turkey meatballs in sauce of mushrooms, tomatoes, basil, garlic/onion jam and white wine. An experiment. Hubby recovering from bad mountain biking mishap (no broken bones) but we are on day 5 of recovery and pampering (ugh)...........and today is our Aussie *Hamal*'s 8th birthday and I wonder at how time flies. Boring, eh?ReplyDelete
Love you to pieces!
Not boring. Sounds like a day I'd have, in fact. Chicken poop, rugs, cooking.Delete
Made beet and cabbage salads today and spaghetti for the teenager. Did dishes, listened to the Saturday lineup on Vermont public radio, sifted more stuff to get rid of, started painting the molding black in the living room to see if I like it. Elephant hippopotamus and goose are my main animals. I'm a cat person but if i were alone there'd be a dog or two...ReplyDelete
That sounds like a VERY productive day. Love your animals.Delete
well, right off the bat- Keith. Fed the crows, took a nap. Tried to breathe in this dark smoke filled air. Made a thing, listed a thing. Dishes and laundry- found a black jade pendant my Dad made for my Mom in the '60s, got a little bit homesick, took another nap and now it is time for bed. WhoopeeReplyDelete
Yes. All of that.Delete
I'm two weeks post op for Achilles' tendon repair and I'm in a non-weight-bearing cast. I have a knee scooter, and the two make me feel like a decrepit old woman when I'm out in public. Hubby took me to a beautiful hot air balloon glow this evening, so that made me feel better.ReplyDelete
Sweet husband. How long do you have to be in a cast?Delete
Two more weeks, then two weeks in a walking cast. I know this is only temporary, but I do not handle being incapacitated well at all. Something I need to work on that. That and seeing if I can get my hubby canonized, because he's been a freaking saint through this.Delete
The moment you knew you were in love with your beloved? It was the 1970's He was pledging to a fraternity hard to explain but he was just back from nam and had a tigerland teeshirt on. He was asked to pee like a tiger, He asked male or female? It was love at first voice. I outside the room and thought Damn I NEED to know this guyReplyDelete
I LOVE that story. "Male or female?" Excellent. No wonder you were intrigued.Delete
I scrubbed the floors by hand with fabuloso and the shower with vinegar and ran and had/am having an anxiety attack and a glass of red wine and jonah comes home in three days and withdrew from a racist opera and got called a racist for doing so (I AM RACIST AGAINST WHITE PEOPLE!) and Jonah comes home in 3 days and I yelled at my husband and the dogs and the chickens.ReplyDelete
Ooh boy. Racist against white people. Oh my. How confusing things get. I had a massive anxiety attack last night too. Did not, however, clean anything and my husband wasn't here to yell at and the chickens were asleep and the cats were sweet to me so I just couldn't. I merely trembled and medicated and went to sleep. And now Jonah will be home in TWO days!Delete
Read part of a detective series that takes place in Venice, did two loads of laundry, spent time with a friend who was kind enough to change my bed, played with my feline friend who looks like your Maurice but doesn't bite, and made a dinner of leftovers. I'm still having small bouts of back snd hip pain, massage helps with chronically tight muscles, etc, but massage therapist's car is broken down, so she could not come. The moment I knew I was in love happened on the beach after a very sweet first kiss. It lasted almost a decade and ended in tragedy that transformed my being. I have no jokes and sometimes, those who do not know me well say I'm a bit serious, but I love to listen to music, dance in my chair and laugh. I wish you a good homecoming with those grandsons. Sweet dreams.ReplyDelete
What a sweet beginning to a love story, what a very sad ending. I'm sorry.Delete
Maurice has been less bitey these days. I don't know why.
Your posts are never boring to me, even tho living them may be boring to you, Ms. Moon!ReplyDelete
Coping (not too well) with anxiety and PVC's (not pipes, tho that's how I remember them--premature ventricular contractions--palpitations declared by the medical community to be "totally benign" but they sure as hell don't feel that way. Trying to learn the lesson from you that anxiety is best dealt with by Doing Something, not lying down and feeling your heart thump.
Thank you for writing every day; it's a blessing indeed to me and many others...
Sometimes when my anxiety gets too bad I have to just lie down too. That is just the way of it.Delete
PVC's can be scary as hell, I don't care what "they" say.
Thank you for your sweet words.
I wear Nag Champa Essential Oil, my Spirit Animal is the Coyote, fav Beatle was John, the last place would have to be Bora Bora.ReplyDelete
Somehow, Bohemian, your answers do not surprise me!Delete
The moment I knew I was in love with my beloved was when I told my friend Tanya that I felt sick and crazy every single moment and couldn't bear it. She said, "You're in love." I'd forgotten what it felt like. I'm still in love but not feeling the sick and crazy part. I am so grateful to have gotten to feel the sick and crazy part again, though, because about one month before it began, I had no idea that I would ever feel or know love again.ReplyDelete
I remember- I remember how out-of-the-blue this love came to you. Isn't it amazing?Delete
"Oh god. This is all so boring that I am ashamed to post it..." To tell you the truth I prefer to read posts that quietly observe or recount ordinary life. It's far more fascinating to me than the trumpeting of achievements. With regard to your cascade of questions at the end I will just say - on the headmaster's desk. In case you are wondering, the headmaster wasn't there.ReplyDelete
Well, Mr. P- I would not judge you at all if the headmaster had been there but I certainly would have judged him.Delete
Oooh! YP got naughty! I love it. :)Delete
I had a wildly exciting day yesterday. I bought groceries and paint, painted my two Adirondack chairs outside and baked cookies. I also took the dog for a walk.ReplyDelete
I'm reading a book by Kate Atkinson, "Behind The Scenes At The Museum" which I'm enjoying very much. My all time favorite book would probably by "A Prayer for Owen Meany" by John Irving.
The last thing I would want to do on this earth, hug all of those I love and now you've made me cry.
Take care woman.
I think my last wish would be the same as yours.Delete
I love Kate Atkinson.
too many questions. I was crabby all day yesterday. got home from my workshop Friday evening and the azaleas were in total wilt along with several of my plants in pots and the birdbaths were all empty and it pissed me off that the husband had not got off his butt and given them the water they so obviously were asking for and he was being a total jackass so yesterday I vacuumed the house and then went over to my sister's house to vent and then came home and we yelled at each other calling each other assholes and later my daughter came and brought grandgirl Robin and a friend who are going to stay til Wednesday. Today I feel better.ReplyDelete
I'm glad you feel better. Maybe you needed to yell. And sometimes men can just be so fucking blind.Delete
First of all, George and Keith. In the process of moving after 23 years in the house where I cared for my mom, the house where I was born and grew up. Unbelievable the stuff we have collected! Hoping to create a place of peace and healing. It's a little cottage in a strange but probably up and coming location but the back garden is magical with fruit trees and a pond.ReplyDelete
Last night drove back from the house along the lake shore with my mister, the moon was like an orange slice in a purple-indigo sky. We stopped at a little place and got a pizza with plenty of black olives and feta cheese and ate it in the van parked by the lake. It was good.
I think the last thing I would like to do on this earth is get into a soft, comfortable bed with a large, warm beloved person and be held until I relaxed and pretended everything was ok and fell asleep and just didn't wake up again.ReplyDelete
This weekend I am alone (not counting the silent angry presence behind her door, hating me) and last night I watched a FILM.
Today I cleaned a bathroom (might do another one too), made a breakfast, finished some work and renewed my car insurance. I'll either mop a bathroom floor or walk the dog now. Then I might watch ANOTHER film tonight!
I miss perfume, but I can't tolerate all the chemical kinds, they hurt my sinuses and make me want to claw my skin off. I miss 90s Body Shop vanilla oil. I need something along that line but have never been able to find the right thing.
I'm so sorry you can't skip a blog day without being harrassed concernedly. I feel terrible now! I promise not to check if you're ok again!
It's Sunday morning here in California, I'm waiting for our friend to arrive. He has hot bagels and yesterday I bought lox, cream cheese and I have thin sliced onion in the fridge. Coffee is wonderful but damn I'm getting hungry.ReplyDelete
I went and bought three new dresses and skirts for work today, then made a big pot of homemade spaghetti sauce that's bubbling away on the stove right now, making our house smell heavenly. My spirit totem animal is a falcon, and definitely Keith.ReplyDelete
Keith and John. Always had a soft spot for Ringo though. Too many favorite songs, maybe Here comes the sun? I've always had cats and sometimes dogs, but my spirit animal is the otter. Definitely baths! It's one of the things I'm most grateful for. I never remember to put on perfume, but my bath and soap need to smell good. I'm trying to figure out how to embroider again after 40 years. There were many moments when I knew I was in love, watching how he treated others. Much love to you!ReplyDelete
George. Keith. Cleaned the kitchen before guests arrive this week, painted and almost finished a landscape, phoned my mother. Tried to nap, but also have the PVC heart thing, and that prevented any relaxing today. I wear homemade perfume because the chemicals and fake scents in real stuff trigger migraines. Best present ever: on my 50th bday, my hubs surprised me with a cello. Comfort food: a stew of foraged (chicken of the sea)mushrooms, patty pan squash, onion, and tomatoes with butter and dill...omg so good! I really like the idea of hugging the people that I love before I die, which will require some travel, so yay for that!ReplyDelete
Paul and John were a perfectly balanced team, and it's hard to choose one over the other. (The same could probably be said about Mick and Keith.) That said, I always thought young Ringo was adorable. I hate perfume and cologne and all those artificial scents. One of my favorite books is "The Corpse Had a Familiar Face," by Edna Buchanan, a crime writer for the Miami Herald. VERY Florida, in an urban Florida sense. I also loved parts of "Slaves of New York" by Tama Janowitz, though the book is inconsistent. So many questions I can't even begin to answer them all!ReplyDelete
Oh, and for what it's worth, I agree with Mr. Pudding. I like these posts that recount your days. Not boring at all! ("There are no boring stories -- only boring reporters.")Delete
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