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First Baking Done
Jun. 14th, 2017 07:37 amI baked a batch of chocolate chips cookies yesterday--the counters are a little high, but I coped with them. I cannot afford to replace them with lower counters, so I have to adapt. The lady for whom the house was built was a tiny little thing, so I don't understand why the counters and cupboards are so high. Conversely, the toilet is so low that I am practically sitting on the floor! Crazy!
Anyhow, the oven works great. I bagged up 18 cookies for my mother and a dozen for my aunt and uncle. I also gave them a good sized container of the macaroni salad I made the other day. My uncle is terminally ill, so I want to be able to help them a little. My aunt is like my grandmother was--an eternal 5 year old. But there isn't any malice in her--just a complete lack of maturity. She came over to pick up the cookies and the salad on her way to the post office. While she was here, she carried in the waste basket full of stuff that my mother had packed as she found more of my things at her house as well as a blue shopping bag that held a box of crackers and a box of Cheerios. There is very little left at my mother's house--there are a few pictures still hanging on the wall in my old bedroom there that have to be brought over and the shed in the back yard still has a lot of my boxes of Barbie accessories in it.
I have asked Kim's boys to come and move that stuff directly into my basement. They said they would, but I haven't seen anything of them yet. I think it can all be moved in two trips--maybe three. Once I get the stuff over here, I will go through everything. I may attempt to sell some of it--but most of it will get put into my Barbie community that I have dreamed of making all my life.
In the storage under the stairs in Mom's basement there are still two sewing machines and a few boxes of holiday things that belong to me. I won't be able to get at those until Mom pulls out her holiday stuff. I don't care. I don't need them at this time.
I cleaned the litterboxes yesterday and swept the breezeway. The cats refuse to use the cool new litterboxes I bought them where kicking all their litter all over the floor would be prevented. I suspect they thing those boxes are crates like the ones I used to move them, and they hate being in the crate. They love their new home and have no desire to be moved out of it.
There was also some garbage and recycling that had to be dealt with.
It was unmercifully hot again yesterday. Even with the air conditioner on, I got hot in the kitchen with the oven going and washing dishes in hot water. After I finished in the kitchen, I went and sat in my recliner for a while. I tried to watch the Sessions crap on TV, but I can't stand looking at his smarmy racist mug. I will read the transcripts on line later. I ended up having a little nap and a long kitty cuddle in the recliner and then reading the last of The Stone Bull. It was pretty predictable. One thing that I noticed that bugged me about the way the author wrote the story was that she told the story in the first person as the character of Jenny. We never experienced anything actively as Jenny experienced it. It was always Jenny huddled by the fire trembling and telling us passively what had happened to her hours before and how devastating or painful or frightening it was. I found it annoying.
Today I am meeting my friend DeAnn at the Perkins in Northfield. I have to stop and get gas on my way. I would like to leave early enough to stop and get my hair cut too, as I look like a small shaggy dog has taken up residence on my head. I don't think I am going to be able to get that done. I have to get gas though, or I won't have enough to make it there and back again.
If it isn't storming, I am going to stop and pick up a few groceries on the way home. Lily, my aunt, wants me to make another batch of my macaroni salad for her as my cousin and his wife are coming to do a lot of yard work for her this weekend, and she wants to have something cool and tasty to serve them. I don't really have a recipe for this salad. I made it up when I was in college, and I just chop things up and throw them in until it looks and tastes "right."
I start with macaroni--it can be shells or rings or twists or elbow. Then I cut up medium cheddar cheese, dill pickles, mushrooms, black olives, and celery until it looks like I have the right proportions. I throw in half a bag of baby peas (frozen) and two large cans of chunk chicken breast. I season it with Lowrie's Season Salt and stir it up with a lot of Miracle Whip Dressing. In the past, I have used onions and green olives too--but Jack's family doesn't eat onions, and I didn't care for the green olives in it so much. I am sure a person could add green or red pepper or other fresh veggies too, but I never have.
There were quite a few heavy storms with hail and even tornadoes yesterday and last night--but nothing near me. It rained and thundered in the night a bit, but nothing severe. There is a possibility of more severe weather today--I hope it holds off until I get home.
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Anyhow, the oven works great. I bagged up 18 cookies for my mother and a dozen for my aunt and uncle. I also gave them a good sized container of the macaroni salad I made the other day. My uncle is terminally ill, so I want to be able to help them a little. My aunt is like my grandmother was--an eternal 5 year old. But there isn't any malice in her--just a complete lack of maturity. She came over to pick up the cookies and the salad on her way to the post office. While she was here, she carried in the waste basket full of stuff that my mother had packed as she found more of my things at her house as well as a blue shopping bag that held a box of crackers and a box of Cheerios. There is very little left at my mother's house--there are a few pictures still hanging on the wall in my old bedroom there that have to be brought over and the shed in the back yard still has a lot of my boxes of Barbie accessories in it.
I have asked Kim's boys to come and move that stuff directly into my basement. They said they would, but I haven't seen anything of them yet. I think it can all be moved in two trips--maybe three. Once I get the stuff over here, I will go through everything. I may attempt to sell some of it--but most of it will get put into my Barbie community that I have dreamed of making all my life.
In the storage under the stairs in Mom's basement there are still two sewing machines and a few boxes of holiday things that belong to me. I won't be able to get at those until Mom pulls out her holiday stuff. I don't care. I don't need them at this time.
I cleaned the litterboxes yesterday and swept the breezeway. The cats refuse to use the cool new litterboxes I bought them where kicking all their litter all over the floor would be prevented. I suspect they thing those boxes are crates like the ones I used to move them, and they hate being in the crate. They love their new home and have no desire to be moved out of it.
There was also some garbage and recycling that had to be dealt with.
It was unmercifully hot again yesterday. Even with the air conditioner on, I got hot in the kitchen with the oven going and washing dishes in hot water. After I finished in the kitchen, I went and sat in my recliner for a while. I tried to watch the Sessions crap on TV, but I can't stand looking at his smarmy racist mug. I will read the transcripts on line later. I ended up having a little nap and a long kitty cuddle in the recliner and then reading the last of The Stone Bull. It was pretty predictable. One thing that I noticed that bugged me about the way the author wrote the story was that she told the story in the first person as the character of Jenny. We never experienced anything actively as Jenny experienced it. It was always Jenny huddled by the fire trembling and telling us passively what had happened to her hours before and how devastating or painful or frightening it was. I found it annoying.
Today I am meeting my friend DeAnn at the Perkins in Northfield. I have to stop and get gas on my way. I would like to leave early enough to stop and get my hair cut too, as I look like a small shaggy dog has taken up residence on my head. I don't think I am going to be able to get that done. I have to get gas though, or I won't have enough to make it there and back again.
If it isn't storming, I am going to stop and pick up a few groceries on the way home. Lily, my aunt, wants me to make another batch of my macaroni salad for her as my cousin and his wife are coming to do a lot of yard work for her this weekend, and she wants to have something cool and tasty to serve them. I don't really have a recipe for this salad. I made it up when I was in college, and I just chop things up and throw them in until it looks and tastes "right."
I start with macaroni--it can be shells or rings or twists or elbow. Then I cut up medium cheddar cheese, dill pickles, mushrooms, black olives, and celery until it looks like I have the right proportions. I throw in half a bag of baby peas (frozen) and two large cans of chunk chicken breast. I season it with Lowrie's Season Salt and stir it up with a lot of Miracle Whip Dressing. In the past, I have used onions and green olives too--but Jack's family doesn't eat onions, and I didn't care for the green olives in it so much. I am sure a person could add green or red pepper or other fresh veggies too, but I never have.
There were quite a few heavy storms with hail and even tornadoes yesterday and last night--but nothing near me. It rained and thundered in the night a bit, but nothing severe. There is a possibility of more severe weather today--I hope it holds off until I get home.
There waT
