Well here we are, at last, the first day of February! It has come in like a lamb, will it leave like a lion?
January was bitterly cold here, and windy, which exacerbates the human experience of cold. I’ve continued to wear Attila’s heavy duty track pants, day and night, and have been quite comfortable. When the favoured track pants are in the wash, lighter pants are worn, and the difference in comfort is striking. Luckily the house is so very dry that the laundry dried quickly on the racks temporarily setup in the living room. Laundry days are crowded in our little house.
Wendy mentioned in a comment in a previous post, that she kept the steam canner on low on the range to humidify the air. That really got me thinking. Our range uses a lot of electricity, so I was trying to think of a cheaper way to achieve the same purpose, and I think I’ve found something that will work: the crock-pot. Our relative humidity was down to 17%, and hanging wet towels and laundry all over the house daily was not improving things. The old crock-pot, from the early 80s, has seen better days, lots its lid, but it seemed it might be up to the task of heating water. It has been chugging away since Sunday, and the relative humidity has risen to 23%. I can feel the difference that 6% makes. So far I regard the crock-pot as a success.
I continue to feel unwell. The issue, or one of them, is gallstones. Possible treatments are being discussed with my Nurse Practitioner, further tests are on the roster, and an appointment with a General Surgeon will be setup. This may take some time. It is an “uncomfortable” wait.
I don’t like soup. At least that is what I thought a few months ago. With the New Year came a craving for Chicken Noodle Soup. Two batches were made and enjoyed. Today’s soup was Beef & Barley Soup, another winner. These are low sodium soups that I can eat without risking my health. Attila makes lots of soups for himself, but they are high in sodium, and therefore off my menu. No matter, he usually makes soups I would not care for regardless of the sodium content.
As I write, the lamps are lit, and clock on the wall ticks away the seconds. The world is quiet, hushed, waiting for a stronger sun.
Updated on Sun, Jan 30, 6:45 AM
FEELS LIKE -34
Wind 8 NW km/h
Humidity 48 %
Visibility 24 km
Sunrise 7:28 AM
Wind gust 12 km/h
Pressure 101.4 kPa
Ceiling 9100 m
Sunset 5:14 PM
Updated on Tue, Feb 1, 7:45 PM
FEELS LIKE -6
Wind 23 SE km/h
Humidity 63 %
Visibility 22 km
Sunrise 7:25 AM
Wind gust 35 km/h
Pressure 102.3 kPa
Ceiling 9100 m
Sunset 5:18 PM
“WHO’LL HELP A FAIRY
“Oh! what shall I do?” sobbed a tiny mole,
A Fairy has stumbled into my hole;
It is full of water and crewling things,
And she can’t get out, for she’s hurt her wings.
I did my best to catch hold of her hair,
But my arms are short, and she’s still in there.
Oh! help her, white rabbit, your arms are very long;
You say you’re good, and I know your strong.
Dont bother me,” the white rabbit said-
She shut up her eyes and her ears grew red-
There’s lots of mud and its sure to stick
On my beautiful fur, so white and thick.
Oh dear! oh dear!” sobbed the poor little mole,
Who’ll help the Fairy out of the hole?
A little brown rabbit popped up from the gorse,
“I’m not very strong, but I’ll try, of course.
His little tail bobbed as he waddled in,
The muddy water came up to his chin;
But he caught the Fairy tight by the hand,
And helped her get to Fairyland.
But she kissed him first on his muddy nose,
She kissed his face and his little wet toes;
And when the day dawned in the early light,
The common brown rabbit was silvery white.”
Fairy Time by Molly Brett
There were five of us. At bedtime my Mom would sit at the top of the stairs in our farmhouse, when we were all tucked into our beds. She would sing to us, tell us stories, and recite poetry. The poem above was one of the poems we heard as we drifted off to sleep.