Mr C left for Ohio without me this morning. Since I am not going along this time, neither is Nickole. His vacation will be more like an actual vacation without being in charge of a needy child.
Instead, I will be going down to Texas in a few days. I will be taking care of the garden in the meantime. This won't put the entire burden of the place on Daniel and Sam all week.
I know there are just a few of you who are 'regulars' among my readers. (My total "following" is about 12!) Most of you already know the reason I didn't go to Ohio this trip. For those who don't...
My stepfather Ralph has a birthday on the 9th. For his birthday ( 84/ 85th?) ... he is having open heart surgery. (Actually, the surgery is later this week, but he may still be in the hospital on his birthday.) A good number of years ago, he had stents put in his arteries to his heart. A recent check-up indicated he may have a blockage, so a test was scheduled. They were going to replace the old stents if necessary. It looks like the old stents ARE the problem. They had somehow twisted, or turned sideways (from our understanding of the docs explanation). They cannot be replaced easily, but have resulted in a 98% blockage on one side and a 99% blockage on the other. The only recourse is the open heart surgery. Due to his medications, the surgery wasn't immediate, but had to be scheduled for later time so he could be off his meds for a number of days. I am going down to be an official hand holder 😌 . Or maybe driver, as Mom will be stressed enough without dealing with traffic to and from Tyler every day.
It will also give me a chance to spend time with Dad and Kathie, after Dad's stroke and Kathie's surgery recovery. I will only get to stay a few days, due to garden obligations.
I was torn about what to do with Nickole. I know she was really looking forward to spending time in Ohio. I tried to think of some way to get her to Becky's for a visit... not wanting to cut Nickole's summer short. (More on that in a bit). Becky and Stephen are in the final push to get Doug and Nola's new house completed. In about a week, Connor, Alana, and Gavin will be headed to Becky's for a visit. With her five, adding three before they get moved to the "big house" is plenty, without adding Nickole in the mix. Last night, Nickole was out kicking the soccer ball around with Daniel and Sam. I went out to fill the hummingbird feeder, and caught a bit of Nickole's monologue. She was telling them that she 'really hoped she didn't have to go back home just yet, as it would be a big disappointment to her Poppo and to her Mom'. She explained that when she gets back, then they would have to take care of her. She said she 'knows they love her, but they really get tired of taking care of her all the time'.
So... She will just stay with us awhile longer. I may HAVE to have her and Gavin at the same time, though Mr. C was hoping to have them separately. Math will continue. She's improving, but not up to grade level yet. (This is where *no child left behind* sucks. You get promoted to the next grade without being competent in basic skills, such as addition and subtraction facts. If you miss out on the basics, there is no "catching up" in higher grades. You HAVE to HAVE a solid foundation to build on!) Nickole has gotten angry with me several times as we do flash cards, telling me she learned this in SECOND grade. I tell her that "Obviously you didn't", as she struggles with the math facts. (9+2= 10)
"No... try again."
"IT'S 10! "
"Nine plus Two is NOT TEN. Try again." (Glaring, shrieking, foot stomping. Finally, finger counting and a puzzled look.)
"oh. it's 11. I MEANT to say 11."
I was talking to Arlene (Tom's Mom) about our adventures in math, and that I feel like I need to keep Nickole longer to try and get her up to speed in math, Arlene asked me, "Why you?"
I answered, "If not me, then who? Someone needs to take the responsibility."
We have told Nickole, as she struggles with the Khan Academy math tutorials, we will allow you to fail the math problems. You learn from making the mistakes and correcting them. But we will NOT allow you to be a failure. You are a failure when you give up and refuse to try.
So... the summer adventure continues. Not what I had expected. And since I really didn't have a solid plan, I can't say it isn't what I planned. But isn't that life?
Please be praying for Ralph, and for Nickole. Thanks for reading!
Monday, July 2, 2018
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
Jiggity Jig
Oh boy. I have not been feeling "great" the last few days. I decided this is probably a UTI. Tried the home remedies, then some commercial ones. With a trip on the horizon, I couldn't face a 13+ hour drive feeling like this.
So, $130.+ in Doc fees plus $20+ in antibiotics... I am waiting to feel better.
I have, as I said, not been feeling great. But grand daughter and I went to the library yesterday (Tuesday) none-the-less. Summer reading program. Afterward, I got her an ice cream cone at Sonic. (Didn't think to ask about what the Library SRP snack had been.)
Once home, I had *intended* to have grilled burgers for supper. But at the time to start the grill, we had some severe weather come through. Mr C called about then, so I asked him to bring home something else for supper. He did. We had fried chicken, and some "Becky's Green Beans".
Nickole gobbled up a chicken strip, and asked for more. I said Yes, as soon as she finished her green beans. (She had about 6). Half an hour later, I set the dreadful TIMER... finish your food in ___ (20) minutes or get MORE of what you're trying to avoid eating. (I felt 20 minutes was completely reasonable to eat 6 green beans.)
Green beans were eaten in the time limit, and seconds on chicken were ALLOWED (not forced). Three bites in, and she wanted to be done. I was unreasonable. Nope... if you want seconds, you should eat them and not waste them. (Or not take them at all, as I had pointed out when she wanted more). She finished the chicken. But then, the dilemma.
She wanted ice cream for dessert. I said, "Later" as she was obviously full. (She'd taken the better part of an hour on six green beans and two chicken strips). About 25 minutes later, she came and again asked for ice cream.
I was agreeable. Since she'd already had a cone earlier, and had been reluctant to eat supper... I gave her a small amount of ice cream. Adequate for a taste of dessert- not stingy. She GLARED at me, and asked "What's THIS?" in her imperious tone. She told me she should get "at LEAST two scoops- one for every hour she had to wait after supper before I gave her ice cream!"
This did NOT set well with CowGranny. I snatched back her bowl of ice cream, and the dog had a nice treat.
Mr. C felt I was mean and unreasonable. He was outside during the high decibel screeching and raving that went on. Since Mr C thought I was unfair, I have been questioning myself and my motives. I know I would of reacted the same way had any of my kids or other grands behaved like that... and maybe added immediate bedtime or a spanking. Mr C says I ought to have handled it differently. I ask you... what should I have done? I don't want to cater to a sense of entitlement. I'm not asking her to bow down and beg for every morsel she gets. Where is the course of action?
So, $130.+ in Doc fees plus $20+ in antibiotics... I am waiting to feel better.
I have, as I said, not been feeling great. But grand daughter and I went to the library yesterday (Tuesday) none-the-less. Summer reading program. Afterward, I got her an ice cream cone at Sonic. (Didn't think to ask about what the Library SRP snack had been.)
Once home, I had *intended* to have grilled burgers for supper. But at the time to start the grill, we had some severe weather come through. Mr C called about then, so I asked him to bring home something else for supper. He did. We had fried chicken, and some "Becky's Green Beans".
Nickole gobbled up a chicken strip, and asked for more. I said Yes, as soon as she finished her green beans. (She had about 6). Half an hour later, I set the dreadful TIMER... finish your food in ___ (20) minutes or get MORE of what you're trying to avoid eating. (I felt 20 minutes was completely reasonable to eat 6 green beans.)
Green beans were eaten in the time limit, and seconds on chicken were ALLOWED (not forced). Three bites in, and she wanted to be done. I was unreasonable. Nope... if you want seconds, you should eat them and not waste them. (Or not take them at all, as I had pointed out when she wanted more). She finished the chicken. But then, the dilemma.
She wanted ice cream for dessert. I said, "Later" as she was obviously full. (She'd taken the better part of an hour on six green beans and two chicken strips). About 25 minutes later, she came and again asked for ice cream.
I was agreeable. Since she'd already had a cone earlier, and had been reluctant to eat supper... I gave her a small amount of ice cream. Adequate for a taste of dessert- not stingy. She GLARED at me, and asked "What's THIS?" in her imperious tone. She told me she should get "at LEAST two scoops- one for every hour she had to wait after supper before I gave her ice cream!"
This did NOT set well with CowGranny. I snatched back her bowl of ice cream, and the dog had a nice treat.
Mr. C felt I was mean and unreasonable. He was outside during the high decibel screeching and raving that went on. Since Mr C thought I was unfair, I have been questioning myself and my motives. I know I would of reacted the same way had any of my kids or other grands behaved like that... and maybe added immediate bedtime or a spanking. Mr C says I ought to have handled it differently. I ask you... what should I have done? I don't want to cater to a sense of entitlement. I'm not asking her to bow down and beg for every morsel she gets. Where is the course of action?
Thursday, June 21, 2018
First (official) Day of Summer!
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| No, we cannot "be done" picking berries. We have only been out here for 10 minutes. |
I was looking for a recipe to use up onions, as we pulled ours from the garden this week, getting the final pile from the garden this morning. I had expected the ones in the garden to stay in the ground several more weeks, but they are DONE growing and were declining. This unexpected harvesting took place a few days after I purchased a case of Vidalia onions from the grocery store clearance. I have dried onions, had onion rings, fresh onion, cooked onion, and today I am making French Onion Chicken Stew for supper. It featured thyme as the primary seasoning herb. Hence, the shot of Nickole with "Thyme on her Hands"!
We are just picking 'first fruits' of tomatoes... I bring them in before they are 100% ripe, to finish up out of harm's way indoors. Seems like leaving them on the vines until perfect means that critters get our wonderful tomatoes. I can hardly wait to taste them!
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
Perking Right Along
We are into week two of Nickole's visit. She is still stuck on math- I think I have it narrowed to just a couple of things. She needs to have that instant recall of her basic math facts drilled into her head. And she needs to stop hurrying to guess an answer. She knows how to arrive at the correct answer. But then she writes down something other than what she has already (correctly) stated the answer to be. Pay attention to the details!
We are at our local public library for their Summer reading program. I'm not sure how much longer we will have Nickole, but we are trying to do fun (free!) things. We can't be running to town every day, so there is a lot we are doing at home. I had planned some berry picking for this morning, but we had early storms come through. I don't mind exchanging a few pints of jelly for some much needed rain!
The garden is doing great. In a few days, we will be harvesting squash. I put a batch of Thai basil into the dehydrator this morning, so the crop can keep growing. I have been craving some of the Thai Basil Chicken that Tommy (Stephen!) made for us when he visited last month. The deer have enjoyed our beans and beets- we got none for ourselves! They discovered my freshly bloomed and tasty cucumbers and ate those all up this week. The tomato plants are certainly heavily laden! I can hardly wait to start canning.
Mr C has "dispatched" FIVE raccoons over the past 3 days, trying to get to my chickens. They could LIVE out in the woods, eating all the bounty God provides. We wouldn't bother them at all. But when they mess with my chickens... they don't get to live.
I got my hair cut Saturday, at the salon where Nickole was having her acrylic nails removed. (This is my first professional hair cut since October of 2011. It is a longish layer cut. Still plenty of hair to ponytail, but I am able to brush it out myself.)
The manicurist took her time with Nickole's nails, gently filing off the acrylic nails. She didn't use the power tools. It took just short of 4 hours to get them all off, as they weren't the type that can be "soaked off" with chemicals. Nickole was a trooper, and made fast friends with the salon owner. The nails aren't permanently damaged, but the damages done in installing the acrylic nails will take several months to heal. DO NOT put acrylic nails on young children. To prepare a person's nails for the acrylic ones, a power grinder (like a Dremel (r)) is used to remove all but a thin layer of the natural nail. Sometimes, too much is removed. The acrylic is laid (glued) to the living "quick" of the nail bed. In a growing child, permanent damage can be done.
The manicurist says even gel polish is bad at this age- stick with the simple stuff.
(If you ever are in Siloam Springs and need your hair or nails done, call Studio 108!)
Nickole tried salmon last night, and said she liked it. She was unwilling to even give it a taste at first... but mean old CowGranny set a timer! Once tasted... the timer wasn't even necessary! (Tom grilled it with lemon pepper, and a squirt of fresh lime juice.) Her "pizza squash" was eaten without complaint, and she endured eating her coleslaw for the reward of ice cream for dessert. (I added the seasonings and parmesan one would find in pizza sauce to sliced zucchini, and grilled it along with the salmon.)
We are at our local public library for their Summer reading program. I'm not sure how much longer we will have Nickole, but we are trying to do fun (free!) things. We can't be running to town every day, so there is a lot we are doing at home. I had planned some berry picking for this morning, but we had early storms come through. I don't mind exchanging a few pints of jelly for some much needed rain!
The garden is doing great. In a few days, we will be harvesting squash. I put a batch of Thai basil into the dehydrator this morning, so the crop can keep growing. I have been craving some of the Thai Basil Chicken that Tommy (Stephen!) made for us when he visited last month. The deer have enjoyed our beans and beets- we got none for ourselves! They discovered my freshly bloomed and tasty cucumbers and ate those all up this week. The tomato plants are certainly heavily laden! I can hardly wait to start canning.
Mr C has "dispatched" FIVE raccoons over the past 3 days, trying to get to my chickens. They could LIVE out in the woods, eating all the bounty God provides. We wouldn't bother them at all. But when they mess with my chickens... they don't get to live.
I got my hair cut Saturday, at the salon where Nickole was having her acrylic nails removed. (This is my first professional hair cut since October of 2011. It is a longish layer cut. Still plenty of hair to ponytail, but I am able to brush it out myself.)
The manicurist took her time with Nickole's nails, gently filing off the acrylic nails. She didn't use the power tools. It took just short of 4 hours to get them all off, as they weren't the type that can be "soaked off" with chemicals. Nickole was a trooper, and made fast friends with the salon owner. The nails aren't permanently damaged, but the damages done in installing the acrylic nails will take several months to heal. DO NOT put acrylic nails on young children. To prepare a person's nails for the acrylic ones, a power grinder (like a Dremel (r)) is used to remove all but a thin layer of the natural nail. Sometimes, too much is removed. The acrylic is laid (glued) to the living "quick" of the nail bed. In a growing child, permanent damage can be done.
The manicurist says even gel polish is bad at this age- stick with the simple stuff.
(If you ever are in Siloam Springs and need your hair or nails done, call Studio 108!)
Nickole tried salmon last night, and said she liked it. She was unwilling to even give it a taste at first... but mean old CowGranny set a timer! Once tasted... the timer wasn't even necessary! (Tom grilled it with lemon pepper, and a squirt of fresh lime juice.) Her "pizza squash" was eaten without complaint, and she endured eating her coleslaw for the reward of ice cream for dessert. (I added the seasonings and parmesan one would find in pizza sauce to sliced zucchini, and grilled it along with the salmon.)
Thursday, June 7, 2018
Homesick and/ or Bored
Today, Nickole and I drove Alana back home. Nickole informed Alana that she was leaving this weekend.
Which was news to me... Because, we have made zero arrangements to either take her back, or meet anywhere. In fact, Nickole actually has a salon appointment Saturday to have her artificial nails removed. I was told (by Nickole) they are "tips", and I thought they could be trimmed off. Actually, they are full acrylic nails with "french tip" paint. (Alana had to explain that to me!) I had asked for information on trimming the nails.
I learned that these have to be professionally trimmed. Or "filled in". Or removed. I called the salon recommended by a local person who keeps her nails done professionally. The manicurist I spoke to told me she will NOT put these nails on a child and strongly cautions parents against having it done at all. But she can take them off, so we have an appointment Saturday. ($40!!!) (Who can afford these things?)
Nickole doesn't want to learn her math, and told me "it doesn't matter, as (she) will have a new teacher for 4th grade and the new teacher will be teaching different math".
I have explained repeatedly, she HAS TO learn the basic math skills. The foundation skills of adding and subtracting- all the "different math" is based on being able to add and subtract. Two (or three) (and counting) meltdowns later, she wanted to call her Mom. Alas, her phone is out of data. So I called and spoke to her Mom. I said we COULD bring her back, but strongly suggest that she leave her here to learn the math. Nickole talked to Mommy. Much begging and crying later ....She's staying awhile yet. ( I think she was surprised her crying didn't get her her own way). She's happy as a clam at the moment. Cowgranny ignores the tears and lets her wear herself out- tears and fit throwing simply do NOT work on Cowgranny or Umpaw.
We are grilling salmon for supper tonight. There were only 4 pieces in the package, so my plan is to let Nickole have a (kosher) grilled beef hot dog and Mac and cheese, and fresh fruit (on a lettuce leaf). Then most everyone will have a nice meal. (The rest of us will have potatoes and salad with ours.)
Which was news to me... Because, we have made zero arrangements to either take her back, or meet anywhere. In fact, Nickole actually has a salon appointment Saturday to have her artificial nails removed. I was told (by Nickole) they are "tips", and I thought they could be trimmed off. Actually, they are full acrylic nails with "french tip" paint. (Alana had to explain that to me!) I had asked for information on trimming the nails.
Nickole doesn't want to learn her math, and told me "it doesn't matter, as (she) will have a new teacher for 4th grade and the new teacher will be teaching different math".
I have explained repeatedly, she HAS TO learn the basic math skills. The foundation skills of adding and subtracting- all the "different math" is based on being able to add and subtract. Two (or three) (and counting) meltdowns later, she wanted to call her Mom. Alas, her phone is out of data. So I called and spoke to her Mom. I said we COULD bring her back, but strongly suggest that she leave her here to learn the math. Nickole talked to Mommy. Much begging and crying later ....She's staying awhile yet. ( I think she was surprised her crying didn't get her her own way). She's happy as a clam at the moment. Cowgranny ignores the tears and lets her wear herself out- tears and fit throwing simply do NOT work on Cowgranny or Umpaw.
We are grilling salmon for supper tonight. There were only 4 pieces in the package, so my plan is to let Nickole have a (kosher) grilled beef hot dog and Mac and cheese, and fresh fruit (on a lettuce leaf). Then most everyone will have a nice meal. (The rest of us will have potatoes and salad with ours.)
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
A few updates from our house
Good morning... (or whatever greeting is suitable for your time frame!)
First off, Thank you for the prayers! Dad is out of the hospital and doing well. I haven't blogged in a few days. During the time Dad was hospitalized, my (step) Mom Kathie got very sick and was also hospitalized. Dad was actually released a couple of days before Kathie. She is now home as well. I am shocked to learn Dad is actually back to driving!
Yesterday, we went and got Alana for a visit. Her summer is so packed, there wasn't many opportunities for her to get to come. I am thinking she and Nickole and I may do an art project today, and a field trip tomorrow. We have to take Alana back Thursday.
*Sigh*
I posted a packing list for the kids to bring to visit. I failed to make clear a few things, I guess. For one thing, it would be helpful if the clothes actually fit the child.
Secondly, the clothes should be seasonally appropriate. A winter skirt of heavyweight material isn't comfortable when the temperatures are in the 90*'s and higher. I know I specified bringing one long sleeved shirt or light jacket. To bring mostly long sleeved tops for a summer visit wasn't what I envisioned.
"Mom's friend's dress" really didn't need to come. Two pair of shoes (of four brought) do not fit. ("But they ARE cute! Don't you think they are cute, Cowgranny?")
Three pair of shorts that are too small to pull up are not helpful.
I've got two large drawers crammed full of clothes, and a child who basically has nothing to wear.
We have been having a pretty good visit. Smore's over the grill. Hula hoops and bubbles. Art projects. Wading in the creek. (And of course, some "summer school" to bring up failing math grades!)
The wild blackberries are not *quite* ripe. The local fruit orchard was hit too hard by the late frosts, and won't have any peaches this year, but may have other fruits in July.
First off, Thank you for the prayers! Dad is out of the hospital and doing well. I haven't blogged in a few days. During the time Dad was hospitalized, my (step) Mom Kathie got very sick and was also hospitalized. Dad was actually released a couple of days before Kathie. She is now home as well. I am shocked to learn Dad is actually back to driving!
Yesterday, we went and got Alana for a visit. Her summer is so packed, there wasn't many opportunities for her to get to come. I am thinking she and Nickole and I may do an art project today, and a field trip tomorrow. We have to take Alana back Thursday.
*Sigh*
I posted a packing list for the kids to bring to visit. I failed to make clear a few things, I guess. For one thing, it would be helpful if the clothes actually fit the child.
Secondly, the clothes should be seasonally appropriate. A winter skirt of heavyweight material isn't comfortable when the temperatures are in the 90*'s and higher. I know I specified bringing one long sleeved shirt or light jacket. To bring mostly long sleeved tops for a summer visit wasn't what I envisioned.
"Mom's friend's dress" really didn't need to come. Two pair of shoes (of four brought) do not fit. ("But they ARE cute! Don't you think they are cute, Cowgranny?")
Three pair of shorts that are too small to pull up are not helpful.
I've got two large drawers crammed full of clothes, and a child who basically has nothing to wear.
We have been having a pretty good visit. Smore's over the grill. Hula hoops and bubbles. Art projects. Wading in the creek. (And of course, some "summer school" to bring up failing math grades!)
The wild blackberries are not *quite* ripe. The local fruit orchard was hit too hard by the late frosts, and won't have any peaches this year, but may have other fruits in July.
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
CowGranny's House Day 1
I got Nickole picked up yesterday. We made it back to the house around 4 in the afternoon.
The Packing For CowGranny's House was a wasted effort on this one! SIX bags. We have two large drawers cleared in the chest of drawers, and the excess heaped in piles.
Once we got here, I had to get Sam's car cleaned up, so Nickole put on one of her swimsuits and we washed the car. She was looking forward to hamburgers for supper... until the hamburgers were actually on the table. *sigh*
(Mr. C cut it into bites for her, and Daniel and Sam made themselves ice cream cones as she ate. Umpaw ate over half of it for her.)
Since it was so late when we got back, about all we did was wash the car and cook supper. Nickole went for a little walk with Umpaw when he got home.
We had to repair one of the expensive and fragile toys Nickole brought. She dropped it before she even got into the house, and a plastic post snapped off. Fortunately, the post was hollow, and snapped off with a bit of a stump left. The hollow was just big enough I could insert a toothpick snugly, so I spliced it back together with a bit of toothpick and superglue. The day was saved.
We got a bit of thunderstorm last night, so I don't have to water the garden today. Not sure what our plans will be, but we will think of something!
I saw that the wild blackberries and raspberries are going to be abundant this year. They are not quite ripe yet, but beginning to turn! We ought to be making jelly by next week!
The Packing For CowGranny's House was a wasted effort on this one! SIX bags. We have two large drawers cleared in the chest of drawers, and the excess heaped in piles.
Once we got here, I had to get Sam's car cleaned up, so Nickole put on one of her swimsuits and we washed the car. She was looking forward to hamburgers for supper... until the hamburgers were actually on the table. *sigh*
(Mr. C cut it into bites for her, and Daniel and Sam made themselves ice cream cones as she ate. Umpaw ate over half of it for her.)
Since it was so late when we got back, about all we did was wash the car and cook supper. Nickole went for a little walk with Umpaw when he got home.
We had to repair one of the expensive and fragile toys Nickole brought. She dropped it before she even got into the house, and a plastic post snapped off. Fortunately, the post was hollow, and snapped off with a bit of a stump left. The hollow was just big enough I could insert a toothpick snugly, so I spliced it back together with a bit of toothpick and superglue. The day was saved.
We got a bit of thunderstorm last night, so I don't have to water the garden today. Not sure what our plans will be, but we will think of something!
I saw that the wild blackberries and raspberries are going to be abundant this year. They are not quite ripe yet, but beginning to turn! We ought to be making jelly by next week!
Friday, May 25, 2018
Getting Nothing Accomplished
What did I do today? I got off to an early start at about 5:15. The poultry were released into their pen and fed. I got dressed and got my bed made. I even managed to get my shoes on. After several uncomfortable moments, I decided shoes were bearable.
Camp Cowgranny swapping was batted around among several of us on Facebook. I can't see actually getting to have everyone at the same time. It's just too much to co-ordinate. Maybe next summer, I should say Camp CowGranny is from This Date to This Date! Be here... or miss out! If I had known sooner I would be disabled and unemployed this summer, I could of done it this year. *sigh*
I finished a letter to my cousin, got it ready to mail. Talked to my Mom, and to Becky. Then to Mr C. I had decided on Reuben sandwiches for supper, as I had a corned beef brisket left in the freezer. I asked Mr C to bring home rye bread. We decided it would be a better bet on rye bread for me to go to Siloam than for him to find any in Gentry.
So, I was gathering my going to town stuff and heading to the door when Sam called. He asked if I could feed him and a couple of his co-workers. Normally, they carry their lunches Monday through Thursday, and eat out on Friday. However, today they were working quite near our house. The only restaurant near them seemed "sketchy" (Sam said.) So, I agreed. A quick look at what can I make with what I have... had me deciding to go ahead QUICKLY to town and get the stuff on my list, plus something for lunch. I decided on trying Tommy's Basil Chicken recipe. I hurried to town and back. All I needed for making that was some chicken that was already thawed.
I scurried around making lunch. I made some tea- and then discovered I had NO ICE. None! Apparently someone had used what the machine had accumulated, and pushed it to "off" inadvertently.
The Basil chicken was good. I just used about a tablespoon of the chopped Thai peppers, as opposed to the quarter cup or so Tommy had used in his. I didn't want to make it too hot in case one of Sam's co-workers didn't like spicy food. This was a good thing, because it was still pretty much too hot for one guy. Plus, he didn't want egg on top of his. He is likely very hungry right now, because he apparently doesn't like salad, nor beets, nor mandarin oranges, all of which were options on the table.
When Sam showed up, he had one more co-worker than I had been counting on, so I barely made enough for the four of them.
My day was thrown for an interesting loop, and I just never got back on track. My arm has decided I am over-doing, and been having spasms all day. I sat at the computer and calculated driving distances and halfway points. I pinned patterns for children's clothes on Pinterest. I pinned backyard games and play spaces. Crafts to do with kids. I'm psyching myself up!
I did the corned beef for the Rubens in my Instant Pot. Ran the dishwasher. I feel like I have accomplished nothing!
Camp Cowgranny swapping was batted around among several of us on Facebook. I can't see actually getting to have everyone at the same time. It's just too much to co-ordinate. Maybe next summer, I should say Camp CowGranny is from This Date to This Date! Be here... or miss out! If I had known sooner I would be disabled and unemployed this summer, I could of done it this year. *sigh*
I finished a letter to my cousin, got it ready to mail. Talked to my Mom, and to Becky. Then to Mr C. I had decided on Reuben sandwiches for supper, as I had a corned beef brisket left in the freezer. I asked Mr C to bring home rye bread. We decided it would be a better bet on rye bread for me to go to Siloam than for him to find any in Gentry.
So, I was gathering my going to town stuff and heading to the door when Sam called. He asked if I could feed him and a couple of his co-workers. Normally, they carry their lunches Monday through Thursday, and eat out on Friday. However, today they were working quite near our house. The only restaurant near them seemed "sketchy" (Sam said.) So, I agreed. A quick look at what can I make with what I have... had me deciding to go ahead QUICKLY to town and get the stuff on my list, plus something for lunch. I decided on trying Tommy's Basil Chicken recipe. I hurried to town and back. All I needed for making that was some chicken that was already thawed.
I scurried around making lunch. I made some tea- and then discovered I had NO ICE. None! Apparently someone had used what the machine had accumulated, and pushed it to "off" inadvertently.
The Basil chicken was good. I just used about a tablespoon of the chopped Thai peppers, as opposed to the quarter cup or so Tommy had used in his. I didn't want to make it too hot in case one of Sam's co-workers didn't like spicy food. This was a good thing, because it was still pretty much too hot for one guy. Plus, he didn't want egg on top of his. He is likely very hungry right now, because he apparently doesn't like salad, nor beets, nor mandarin oranges, all of which were options on the table.
When Sam showed up, he had one more co-worker than I had been counting on, so I barely made enough for the four of them.
My day was thrown for an interesting loop, and I just never got back on track. My arm has decided I am over-doing, and been having spasms all day. I sat at the computer and calculated driving distances and halfway points. I pinned patterns for children's clothes on Pinterest. I pinned backyard games and play spaces. Crafts to do with kids. I'm psyching myself up!
I did the corned beef for the Rubens in my Instant Pot. Ran the dishwasher. I feel like I have accomplished nothing!
Thursday, May 24, 2018
The Gramma(r) meany....
On my Facebook feed today, I saw an advertisement in a local group that had me shaking my head.
Here is a "cut and paste":
"Free cat male litter box rained good with author cats and dove came with later box"
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I couldn't help but try to figure out what was going on.
I am imagining a litter box for male cats. It is out in the rain, with several cats posing by the books they have written, when a dove lands nearby on a box.
But, I offered a translation in the comments, and people have been laughing at it.:
"Translation may be: Free cat. Male. Litter box trained. Good with other cats and does come with litter box."
The internet is quite a place. I hope the kitty finds a good home. That is, if it isn't a litter box for boy cats sitting in the rain, surrounded by writer cats and a dove.
I wish I could draw!
Here is a "cut and paste":
"Free cat male litter box rained good with author cats and dove came with later box"
***********************************************
I couldn't help but try to figure out what was going on.
I am imagining a litter box for male cats. It is out in the rain, with several cats posing by the books they have written, when a dove lands nearby on a box.
But, I offered a translation in the comments, and people have been laughing at it.:
"Translation may be: Free cat. Male. Litter box trained. Good with other cats and does come with litter box."
The internet is quite a place. I hope the kitty finds a good home. That is, if it isn't a litter box for boy cats sitting in the rain, surrounded by writer cats and a dove.
I wish I could draw!
Early in the Garden
The first picture was taken May 14th.
The second, this morning, May 24th.
You can see how much everything is growing... and Mr C got the support systems in place. Recycled fencing for tomato cages and trellises.
The cages are staked to the ground with rebar.
My clematis is in bloom!
And my house plants are adjusting to their summertime space. Linus the Kitty was basking in a sunbeam before he saw me come to the porch.
You can see how much everything is growing... and Mr C got the support systems in place. Recycled fencing for tomato cages and trellises.
The cages are staked to the ground with rebar.
And my house plants are adjusting to their summertime space. Linus the Kitty was basking in a sunbeam before he saw me come to the porch.
I should have paid better attention and not cut off the shovel bird in the right front corner! I love this property. It looks like a park!
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Packing list for CowGranny's house!
Hi Grandkids!
I am looking forward to getting to see you sometime this summer!
Bring a sleeping bag if you have one, and if you have a special pillow, it is OK to bring it. But I do have extras, if you don't require a special pillow.
Bring your toothbrush, a hairbrush, and a light jacket or long sleeved shirt for wearing on cooler nights. BRING IT! If you aren't cold, you won't be forced to wear it.
You will need at least one pair of actual shoes. Feel free to bring an additional pair of footwear. (Flip flops and sandals are not suitable for hiking. Bring a pair of shoes.)
I have a washing machine, so you don't have to bring a whole bunch of clothes. Maybe three to five changes, including socks and underwear. I suggest that at least one of these changes of clothes includes a pair of pants , for cooler evenings. EDIT: The clothes you bring need to fit. They need to be seasonally appropriate. ONE long sleeved shirt or jacket is good. The temperatures here are pretty warm, so you do NOT need many long sleeved tops.
If you wear pajamas or nightgowns, you really won't need more than one set. (Unless you wet the bed!) So, if one set isn't enough, two ought to be. You don't need to bring five nightgowns!
A swimsuit. We may go swimming. Or, we may not. But the swimsuit is just in case. (Another item you don't need to bring more than one!)
You may bring an electronic device- but for those under 15 years of age, use will be restricted. Don't forget your charging cables if you DO bring something.
You may bring a toy or two if you want to. Edit: You do NOT need two BAGS of toys. Leave fragile toys at home, please.
So, what WILL you get to do here?
We have 30 acres, mostly woods. Explore. Climb. I have chickens that get fed, and shut away at night. I have a great big garden... so depending on the timing of your visit, you may get to help pick vegetables. We may get to go to the library.
Possibly: Go fishing. Make jelly. Have a bonfire. Visit a Park. Have Ice cream. Create something. Star Time. Catch lightening bugs. Camp out. Go hiking.
Not everyone will get to do exactly the same things. But we should have a lot of fun!
Can't wait to see you!
Love, CowGranny
I am looking forward to getting to see you sometime this summer!
Bring a sleeping bag if you have one, and if you have a special pillow, it is OK to bring it. But I do have extras, if you don't require a special pillow.
Bring your toothbrush, a hairbrush, and a light jacket or long sleeved shirt for wearing on cooler nights. BRING IT! If you aren't cold, you won't be forced to wear it.
You will need at least one pair of actual shoes. Feel free to bring an additional pair of footwear. (Flip flops and sandals are not suitable for hiking. Bring a pair of shoes.)
I have a washing machine, so you don't have to bring a whole bunch of clothes. Maybe three to five changes, including socks and underwear. I suggest that at least one of these changes of clothes includes a pair of pants , for cooler evenings. EDIT: The clothes you bring need to fit. They need to be seasonally appropriate. ONE long sleeved shirt or jacket is good. The temperatures here are pretty warm, so you do NOT need many long sleeved tops.
If you wear pajamas or nightgowns, you really won't need more than one set. (Unless you wet the bed!) So, if one set isn't enough, two ought to be. You don't need to bring five nightgowns!
A swimsuit. We may go swimming. Or, we may not. But the swimsuit is just in case. (Another item you don't need to bring more than one!)
You may bring an electronic device- but for those under 15 years of age, use will be restricted. Don't forget your charging cables if you DO bring something.
You may bring a toy or two if you want to. Edit: You do NOT need two BAGS of toys. Leave fragile toys at home, please.
So, what WILL you get to do here?
We have 30 acres, mostly woods. Explore. Climb. I have chickens that get fed, and shut away at night. I have a great big garden... so depending on the timing of your visit, you may get to help pick vegetables. We may get to go to the library.
Possibly: Go fishing. Make jelly. Have a bonfire. Visit a Park. Have Ice cream. Create something. Star Time. Catch lightening bugs. Camp out. Go hiking.
Not everyone will get to do exactly the same things. But we should have a lot of fun!
Can't wait to see you!
Love, CowGranny
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Almost Summertime
I have been trying to co-ordinate with various parental units of my grandchildren, and my Mr C regarding our "Camp Cowgranny" plans for this summer. So far, there is no plan!
I have one who is in a wedding in early June. Another who has all of June already booked. Another has late July (Early August?) taken up. Two of them I have no idea when they even get out of school. Several other kids have lingering coughs that don't need to be passed around. My daughter/ camp co-chairperson is hoping to get moved into the bigger house before having kids for the summer.
We are trying to have the traveling spread among the participants so that no one is imposed on too much.
Mr C is going to Ohio June 30- July 9th. If he takes his truck, we MIGHT be able to squeeze in ONE kid, sitting close between us.
Other considerations: Becky and I both have major gardens we have to take care of.
I am unaware of other 'blackout' dates for any specific grandchild, so let me know.
I am considering seeing if one of our "hostage exchanges" can be at The Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge, and how many we can get together there for a couple of nights... and call it "Camp Cowgranny" for this summer. It wouldn't even necessarily have to be at the WMWR. Then let a couple of kids at a time come visit us for longer periods.
Here's what I was thinking:
Plan A:
I can meet Nickole's driver at the half-way point, and have her for a couple of weeks. Then meet Gavin's driver at my Mom's in East Texas, and have Becky meet me there. I take Gavin and Tyrel. Becky takes Nickole. We meet at the WMWR a week or two later, and camp with all who can come. I bring Kimber and Dakota back, and Nickole goes back to her own home, having spent time with me, as well as her cousins (at Becky's). If Connor and Alana are ready, they can camp at the WMWR with everyone, then follow Becky back home. This would let Connor have the road trip experience he was wanting. Gavin can come back from Becky's with Connor and Alana. Jennifer and Seneca can co-ordinate on Gavin's return, and Tom and I would still be figuring out returning Dakota and Kimber.
This leaves out the littles all together... Grace, Katie, Althea, Jasher (and too small to care Milo!) except for the possible campout at the WMWR (or where ever).
Plan B:
Jennifer & Seneca get Gavin up here. I get him back- or at least halfway. Most of the swapping would be in July that way. Becky has to be in Dallas/ East Texas around the end of July, so a swap out could happen around then.
Plan C:
Camp Cowgranny here on my property at some point during the week of July 14- 22nd. Come all who can. This would include littles if they can be delivered here.
Let the discussions begin!
I have one who is in a wedding in early June. Another who has all of June already booked. Another has late July (Early August?) taken up. Two of them I have no idea when they even get out of school. Several other kids have lingering coughs that don't need to be passed around. My daughter/ camp co-chairperson is hoping to get moved into the bigger house before having kids for the summer.
We are trying to have the traveling spread among the participants so that no one is imposed on too much.
Mr C is going to Ohio June 30- July 9th. If he takes his truck, we MIGHT be able to squeeze in ONE kid, sitting close between us.
Other considerations: Becky and I both have major gardens we have to take care of.
I am unaware of other 'blackout' dates for any specific grandchild, so let me know.
I am considering seeing if one of our "hostage exchanges" can be at The Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge, and how many we can get together there for a couple of nights... and call it "Camp Cowgranny" for this summer. It wouldn't even necessarily have to be at the WMWR. Then let a couple of kids at a time come visit us for longer periods.
Here's what I was thinking:
Plan A:
I can meet Nickole's driver at the half-way point, and have her for a couple of weeks. Then meet Gavin's driver at my Mom's in East Texas, and have Becky meet me there. I take Gavin and Tyrel. Becky takes Nickole. We meet at the WMWR a week or two later, and camp with all who can come. I bring Kimber and Dakota back, and Nickole goes back to her own home, having spent time with me, as well as her cousins (at Becky's). If Connor and Alana are ready, they can camp at the WMWR with everyone, then follow Becky back home. This would let Connor have the road trip experience he was wanting. Gavin can come back from Becky's with Connor and Alana. Jennifer and Seneca can co-ordinate on Gavin's return, and Tom and I would still be figuring out returning Dakota and Kimber.
This leaves out the littles all together... Grace, Katie, Althea, Jasher (and too small to care Milo!) except for the possible campout at the WMWR (or where ever).
Plan B:
Jennifer & Seneca get Gavin up here. I get him back- or at least halfway. Most of the swapping would be in July that way. Becky has to be in Dallas/ East Texas around the end of July, so a swap out could happen around then.
Plan C:
Camp Cowgranny here on my property at some point during the week of July 14- 22nd. Come all who can. This would include littles if they can be delivered here.
Let the discussions begin!
Friday, May 18, 2018
Treasure Beyond Price!
Today I found some treasures so precious I can't stop the tears.
I am SUPPOSED to be cleaning house, because a son is bringing a person special to him to meet us (and I am SO nervous!)
I got a box of my Granny's photo albums while we were in Texas. I intend to give the pictures to those they will mean the most to, and make a memory book on Shutterfly of my Granny, for all her kids and grandkids to get copies of.
However, I haven't had time to go through the albums and look, as we have been so busy with gardens and such. Today I went to move the box into a more suitable location than my living room floor, so that I can (eventually) vacuum. I just had to look.
So much for house cleaning.!
Many of the albums were "loose leaf", and several were the 'magnetic' (sticky) kind. I checked several photo backs... most aren't labeled. But behind a couple of pictures, I found handwritten pages. Opening these folded pages- songs my Granny had written. These were in her own precious (left handed!) writing. Songs I never heard her sing! These will have to go into the shutterfly memory book. But here they are now!
Yes, the writing is faded and the script mostly illegible.
Here are the words, to the best of my deciphering:
A Song The Lord is my Shepherd (By Arretta Gibson Beard)
The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
He leadeth me Night and Day
He watches over me where ever I go
And leadeth me every step of the way
Though (indecipherable) (dark shadows?)
may gather around me
He gave me the courage to say
Dear Lord not my will be don(e)
But thy will be (indecipherable)(born?)
I whispered Lord and I hear Him say
My child I come for thee
to take you home with me to stay!
**************
A Mountain Climber For Jesus (By Arretta Gibson Beard)
Wouldn't you like to be a mountain climber for Jesus
Away up in the skies?
A mountain climber,
A mountain climber
Higher than the skies
If you only live for Jesus.
You would be a mountain climber
higher than the skies.
Your robes of sin
would be spotless white.
Friends of mine
If you would only believe in Jesus,
You would climb that mountain higher than the skies
It would take us home to glory
By and By.
************
Oh how my Granny loved to sing, and God gave her so many songs.
I thank my Aunt Jean and Cousin Jeanie for passing the albums on to me.
I am trying to get addresses for the people I recognize that may like to know Granny saved and cherished your pictures!
I am SUPPOSED to be cleaning house, because a son is bringing a person special to him to meet us (and I am SO nervous!)
I got a box of my Granny's photo albums while we were in Texas. I intend to give the pictures to those they will mean the most to, and make a memory book on Shutterfly of my Granny, for all her kids and grandkids to get copies of.
However, I haven't had time to go through the albums and look, as we have been so busy with gardens and such. Today I went to move the box into a more suitable location than my living room floor, so that I can (eventually) vacuum. I just had to look.
So much for house cleaning.!
Many of the albums were "loose leaf", and several were the 'magnetic' (sticky) kind. I checked several photo backs... most aren't labeled. But behind a couple of pictures, I found handwritten pages. Opening these folded pages- songs my Granny had written. These were in her own precious (left handed!) writing. Songs I never heard her sing! These will have to go into the shutterfly memory book. But here they are now!
Yes, the writing is faded and the script mostly illegible.
Here are the words, to the best of my deciphering:
A Song The Lord is my Shepherd (By Arretta Gibson Beard)
The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
He leadeth me Night and Day
He watches over me where ever I go
And leadeth me every step of the way
Though (indecipherable) (dark shadows?)
may gather around me
He gave me the courage to say
Dear Lord not my will be don(e)
But thy will be (indecipherable)(born?)
I whispered Lord and I hear Him say
My child I come for thee
to take you home with me to stay!
**************
A Mountain Climber For Jesus (By Arretta Gibson Beard)
Wouldn't you like to be a mountain climber for Jesus
Away up in the skies?
A mountain climber,
A mountain climber
Higher than the skies
If you only live for Jesus.
You would be a mountain climber
higher than the skies.
Your robes of sin
would be spotless white.
Friends of mine
If you would only believe in Jesus,
You would climb that mountain higher than the skies
It would take us home to glory
By and By.
************
Oh how my Granny loved to sing, and God gave her so many songs.
I thank my Aunt Jean and Cousin Jeanie for passing the albums on to me.
I am trying to get addresses for the people I recognize that may like to know Granny saved and cherished your pictures!
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