Hurt Ankle

Attila is limping. He says he hurt his ankle. He spent the morning resting with his foot up, but by lunch time he was itching to be up and about, so up he got and about he went.

It is a cloudy day here, humid, but not unpleasantly hot. The construction at the end of the street seems much louder today, probably because of the atmospheric conditions. It will be strange to sit in the back yard and have the windows of the rental units looking back at us. I hope the units are occupied by reasonable people!

This morning Attila and I took coffee on the back porch. It was raining, gently, and the light breeze made the flowers dance. A Hummingbird moved slowly along the fence, visiting bloom after bloom on the Scarlet Runner Beans. It was oh so peaceful.

Peaches are in season here in Ontario. I love peaches! I sliced five peaches this morning to serve with the pancakes Attila made for breakfast. The pancakes were made with the last of the pancake mix that was purchased two summers ago, because it required no milk or eggs, perishables that would have to be kept in a cooler. Attila’s from-scratch pancakes are much better, and now that we have a propane refrigerator at the Camp, we can easily keep milk and eggs fresh for his from-scratch pancakes.

Last night’s dinner was prepared in the Instant Pot, Sweet and Sour Beef with Rice and Mixed Vegetables. There were enough fresh Scarlet Runner Beans to add to the dish, they were wonderful!

I have to admit that I miss desserts! There are no desserts here at Mist Cottage, I must limit my sugar intake, and it is difficult to keep within bounds, even just having sweetener in my coffee and cereal. But there are times when I feel “let’s blow this popsicle stand”, and yesterday was one of them. Because Attila is limping, I did the grocery shopping yesterday. Attila loves ice cream. Attila was going to have a vacation day today, kinda special. I decided to treat Attila to ice cream. Oh generous me. That sounds very considerate and generous and all, but honestly, I wanted the ice cream. I am owning that. If I hadn’t been craving something sweet, that ice cream would still be in the freezer section at the grocery store. Of course, Attila was very happy to have ice cream! That was the bonus.



Date: 11:22 AM EDT Friday 17 August 2018
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.3 kPa
Tendency: Falling
Temperature: 22.9°C
Dew point: 21.8°C
Humidity: 93%
Wind: SSW 25 gust 36 km/h
Humidex: 32
Visibility: 24 km


“I hold ambition of so light a quality that is is but a shadow’s shadow.”
William Shakespeare
1564 – 1616

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Another blogger was talking about peaches this week. I will cut and paste my comment.

I love peaches but something about touching them freaks me out. And not just a little. I can’t even pick one up. Last week I had an apricot that my husband had peeled. There was a small amount of fuzz left and when I bit into it I started wretching. It reminds me of eating a mouse. Even typing this gives me shivers.


I was going to dive in talking about pancakes but Birdie sidetracked me with her peaches comment. Thank goodness peaches don’t make me think of a mouse!! 😛 I do, however, have a very ticklish palate. Whenever I try to eat a peach with skin it tickles so badly I can barely do it. It’s somewhat akin to having a ticklish foot, you just naturally want to jump from the tickle source.

Now pancakes, you’re so lucky Attila makes great pancakes. I love pancakes! Over here, DH makes awesome waffles. Unfortunately, I don’t like waffles as much as I love pancakes.

Hope Attila’s ankle isn’t aggravated by his activity and gets better fast!


I just realized while reading this blog entry that I never eat peaches because I also don’t like the fuzz! I never realized that about myself before. A mouse is apt. Yes… they are like a little round field mouse. One day I was going up to bed and there was a round fuzzy thing sitting on the middle section of the stairs. I called Paul to inspect and it was a field mouse. All fuzzy and probably scared. How the heck did he get in here? We put a glass over him and scooped him up and let him outside.

Joan Lansberry

You didn’t eat the ice cream??? I’m amazed at your power of resistance! I hope Attila’s ankle feels better soon!