The summer cold continues to plague me, although the symptoms lessen slowly over time, I am still struggling to keep up my fluids, and go through boxes of tissues. I was only up twice last night coughing, an improvement. This is one miserable cold!
My energy levels are definitely down, but I am managing to remain a it active anyway.
On Saturday Attila and I took a run out to the Rideau Camp. All was well there, except for the hoards of army worms. They were there in much greater numbers than our last visit, even though I had destroyed hundreds and hundreds of them. The spray works really well for the swarms of them, but not so well on individual worms. Attila sprayed, while I used a stick to squish the low lying outliers. I also tended an all day camp fire, burning a lot of the brush that had been brought up from the swamp area near the road, it had dried out. I estimate that I was on my feet dealing with army worms for over seven hours on Saturday. By the time we headed home it was beginning to get dark, after 8:00 p.m., and I could hardly stand I was so tired. I really enjoyed being a passenger on the drive home!
Mice continue to enter Grace the Trailer, I haven’t found the entry point yet. I spent an hour or so spraying their mess with hydrogen peroxide, then collecting and burning it all in the camp fire. Mice are horrid, destructive little beasts! While working on the army worms near Winnie the outhouse, I noticed debris hanging from the ceiling in there. Sure enough, a mouse was building a nest in the ceiling. I chased the mouse away, knocked the nest down, then used tongs to throw it into the camp fire. Critters!
Yesterday was restful by comparison. I spent my day preparing food, using the back porch as an outdoor kitchen. I used the Nesco oven to bake a rhubarb crisp, with fresh rhubarb from the garden. I used the bread machine to bake a loaf of bread. Using the dehydrator fresh oregano from the garden was dried and powdered. The dehydrated tomato seeds and skins, leftover when the tomatoes were processed with the food mill, were powdered as well. Having used appliances out of doors, in a covered area, the house was not heated up at all, and it remained a cool haven all day long.
One of my projects last week involved the sewing machine. While I had it out to stitch up the skirt curtain for the basement window, I also stitched up some cabana curtains, using my stash of old bed sheets. The sheets were all white, but all different sizes, which looks a little haphazard, but does the job nicely. One of the sheets was the one that was sent to summer camp with Terra, when she was in primary school. It still has her initials painted onto it with fingernail polish, and a fingernail polish footprint, where the project got a little out of hand. When these sheets wear out, I’ll look for replacements of the same size, in bright colours. For now though, the white sheets are doing a fine job of keeping the afternoon sun off the deck. No longer does it heat up to unbearable temperatures in late afternoon.
Today I am resting, as I feel quite worn out!
For dinner tonight I need to come up with something using a single chicken breast. I want to use the mini Instantpot that we recently purchased on sale, couldn’t resist it for the back porch summer kitchen! Most of the recipes I find online use ketchup, soy sauce, and other ingredients that are full of sugars and sodium. I am going to attempt to use the techniques, while using completely different ingredients.
Although I was aware of Instantpots, I didn’t give them a second thought. I have a pressure cooker, and a pressure canner, what would I do with an Instantpot pressure cooker. Bex shared some recipes she tried in one, and I was intrigued. Then I found one on sale, and that was it, home it came. It is the smallest one, 3 quart, there are only two of us here. The first recipe tried was Rice Pudding, it was the best rice pudding I have ever made, hands down. The second recipe tried was Vegetarian Baked Beans, very yummy, very easy. The third recipe was spicy kidney beans for Attila, very nice. The Instantpot is perfect for a one-electrical-outlet based, outdoor kitchen on the back porch. It sautés, in addition to pressure cooking, so that it is the only pot needed to prepare a dish. Since I don’t add any sodium to my dishes, and limit condiments like soy sauce, which are high in sodium, finding flavour requires sautéing. Caramelized onions are essential in sodium free savoury cooking.
I received a call this morning, a dumpster became available. Attila called them back later this morning, and the dumpster arrives today! The driveway is not ready for it. Iris the Trailer needs to be relocated, I cannot do it, so I have my fingers crossed that Attila arrives home early enough to move her out of the way before the dumpster arrives. Otherwise, he will have to carry debris around Iris, to deposit it in the dumpster small load by small load, a real waste of precious time, but it is his time, it is his project. I am a person who likes to think ahead and be prepared, I would have moved Iris on the weekend, but Attila does not move to the beat of the same drum. It will all work out somehow, it always does, and the only tension Attila experiences in these situations is due to my reactions, which I diligently try to keep to myself. [Note: Attila arrived home in time to move Iris onto the front lawn, before the dumpster was delivered. It is huge. I think the whole house might fit into it! This will be a good opportunity to do a all out purge.]
I am an ounce of prevention woman, living with a pound of cure man.
Sometimes I waste time on prevention, for circumstances that never materialize. Sometimes Attila wastes time ameliorating situations that might have been prevented. It probably balances itself out.
Attila seems very settled into his life here, which I am finding comfortable. The one true thing, that I live in a house with Attila, is still true. For now, it is enough, perhaps it always will be. I can only hope that future changes in my life are not so jarring as the terrible, terrible mistake. The knowledge that anything could happen is still very close.
Date: 12:00 PM EDT Monday 11 June 2018
Pressure: 102.0 kPa
Dew point: 6.2°C
Wind: NE 18 gust 34 km/h
Visibility: 24 km
“In preparing for battle I have always found that plans are useless, but planning is indispensable.”
Dwight D. Eisenhower
1890 – 1969
“I am an ounce of prevention woman, living with a pound of cure man.”
Maggie, I hear you! We learned the hard way a long time ago that we absolutely can’t reorganize a room together. I’m of the “measure and plan” persuasion, while the husband is of the “shove it around and see how it comes out” style.
I do hope that summer cold eases off soon. You’ve suffered with it enough already!
When I wrote that Wendy, I thought about you! 🙂
Thanks for the good wishes re the cold, it can leave any time now! Actually, every day is a little bit better, and I am beginning to enjoy this “taking it easy” thing.
There are often a few choice words muttered (from both of us) when it comes to house maintenance ‘in our house’.
How The Golfer cannot see what ‘could happen’ when he doesn’t leave a clear path around the area he is working in I’ll never know.
I’m a purveyor of doom according to him. I sell ‘accidents’ to myself – things that likely won’t happen except in my mind.
Consequently when the tools appear Catherine disappears
Another one here hoping you get better soon
Cathy, “purveyor of doom”, lol, I wonder if a lot of women are such thorough thinkers! Logic would dictate that prevention is superior to correction!
Thanks for the good wishes re the cold, it is hanging on, but losing intensity day by day, this is the third week.
“The Case of the Terrible, Terrible Mistake”
Your story (by that title) is so intriguing. It would make a good mystery on PBS. And it could even make a good series, as it seems to be still ongoing and no one really knows how it ends or wraps up. The fact that you both are co-habitating there peacefully just makes the whole “terrible mistake” even more puzzling. I’ve often thought that if only, just for one day, all our thoughts would appear in little cartoon-like clouds above our heads so we couldn’t hide them from anyone, then we might understand more about it. I read a book once where that phenomenon did, indeed, happen to a man, and only to him. All his thought appeared over his head for everyone to see and know. It gives me shivers.
Bex, the whole situation is puzzling, to me too. You are certainly correct when you observe that no one really knows how it ends, or even how it evolves through time. Attila is a mystery, even to himself I think. All I can do is continue to focus on my own life, and my own interests.
There would be a definite downside to knowing exactly what other people were thinking, although it might make for more honest and direct interactions. I certainly wouldn’t want to be the only person to have my thoughts hanging over my head!
“The one true thing, that I live in a house with Attila, is still true. For now, it is enough, perhaps it always will be. I can only hope that future changes in my life are not so jarring as the terrible, terrible mistake. The knowledge that anything could happen is still very close.” This sounds like a doomsday prediction. What have I missed?
Ava, how wonderful to see you here!
It already happened, the doomsday thing. You missed quite a bit actually, life turned upside down and sideways on me, and has settled into a new reality, I am hoping a relatively stable reality, but time will tell. It started last November, with a nasty surprise, you can read about it here: http://www.maggieturner.net/breadfast-bomb/
I hope you are feeling much, much better very soon. May life continue to be comfortable, <3 !