Google
WWW http://lyn1937.tripod.com/eriter/index.blog

Wednesday, 25 March 2015

3554 Days since retiring July 1, 2005!



"GOD"

In this entry I tackle a "small" subject. Why do we need God? First let me say we do not know whether there is or is not an omnipotence we call "GOD". There is no proof either way. Those of my persuasion would not accept any "proof" there is no god and claim the proof was flawed in some basic and likely unknown or unknowable assumption. Proof is not important. Deists believe with no proof and atheists believe with no proof. The difference is in why we believe either. I accept there is a GOD in the desperate hope that there is a power higher than the human intellect. If humans are the highest arbiters of morals and beliefs we might as well go ahead and commit mass suicide because we will have no hope for a "better" world in the future. Instead we will always have to content with the insatiable and cruel ego of the infantile human ID that lies within all our brains. We will see an endless succession of Hitlers and Stalins, and an endless wave of human slaughter and blood-letting. Only with a GOD and GOD rules can we be held accountable to rules we cannot corrupt. We have been trying for millennia to corrupt the "Golden Rule" and cannot find a way around it. We kill our neighbors because they "slice their bread differently than we do. Yet time after time we find we must love our neighbors for our own security and harmony. All the rules handed to us in the Bible Old testament still hold true. Some we treat as nonsense yet we suffer in unimaginable ways when we choose to violate those rules. Some we no longer truly understand and I expect that ignorance causes much of the hurt and disease in the world today.

Recently it was suggested that the concept of GOD is too incredible simply because God must be older that the universe. The universe is supposedly over 14 billion years old. I think it may be much older and we simply do not have the tools to determine its real age. Our telescopes only allow us to see so far back in time.
Photons, light quanta, are almost as old as the known universe yet we have no doubt they exist in spite of their great antiquity. Perhaps GOD moves at the speed of light or above and sees all time at the same time as do photons.


Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

 


Posted by wayne at 2:22 AM CDT | Post Comment | Permalink
Saturday, 21 March 2015

3550 Days since retiring July 1, 2005!



"I saved hundreds of dollars in less than 15 minutes"

It seems as if the periods where my body wanders around without direct oversight by my mind is growing more frequent or are of longer lasting duration. For example:
1. Yesterday I opened the refrigerator looking for a snack. I found 3 packs of cheese singles from 3 different store. I have been shopping along with my fellows here at Clarewood House. The place has a bus that carries us to two different grocery stores each week. Apparently I have bought cheese slice singles at the last 3 stores. I have enough cheese for 3 months at one slice a day.
2. I have searched for days looking for a package of short plastic trash bags I bought for the bathroom and litter box cleanout. I found them behind my electric sheers when I opened the lavatory cabinet prior to trimming my beard. Found missing short trash bags in bathroom cabinet.
3. I have tormented myself for over month by shopping on-line for a proper cabinet to store and display my spice supply. I have the bottles in drawers under my dining table. Yesterday I really thought about the problem. In the drawers I can only see the top of the jars. Most do not have a label on the cap. So if I label the lid I can find the spice I need. Scotch tape, felt tip pen and copier paper saved me 100s of dollars.

Last night I made one of my favorite meals (Perfectly cooked filet mignon, mashed potato, steamed asparagus, and tomato chunks) and settled down in front of my TV to watch the BBC comedies. I took one bite of asparagus and began to gag. Within minutes I was vomiting phlegm and asparagus and experiencing a horrifying pain right behind my heart. I tried to swallow a small sip of water and vomited that up immediately. For almost 2 hours I choked and coughed and gagged and vomited. Every minute my pain seemed greater. I suspected I was manifesting a new type of panic attack so I did not call for medical aid. Finally I just leaned back on the chair and sat bolt upright and tried to breathe deeply and slowly. Eventually the pain eased but I still was not able to swallow anything without a great knot of pain in my throat. I suspect I was having a muscle spasm in my duodenal valve at the top of the stomach. I finally, at 6 am became pain free and went to bed. When I arose at 1 pm I was able to take my pills, drink a coke and eat a bowl of grits. All day I waited in fear for the return of the gagging and choking. At 3 pm I warmed my perfect meal from the night before. Tonight for dinner I had a huge heaping bowl of left over spaghetti. I ate dinner after the movie "Donovan's Reef" and I am feeling comfortable Only God knows what caused the spasm.


Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

 


Posted by wayne at 12:01 AM CDT | Post Comment | Permalink
Wednesday, 18 March 2015

3547 Days since retiring July 1, 2005!



"On this day in 1937, a massive explosion caused the steel-framed school building in New London, in Rusk County, to collapse, killing a reported 298 people. It was the worst school disaster in United States history. Of the 500 students in the building, only about 130 escaped serious injury. The explosion, which was heard four miles away, occurred when a manual-arts teacher turned on a sanding machine and inadvertently ignited a mixture of gas and air. Three days after the explosion, inquiries were held to determine the cause of the disaster. Investigators learned that in January 1937, to save gas expenses of $300 a month, the school board and superintendent had authorized plumbers to tap a residue gas line of H. L. Hunt's Parade Gasoline Company. Apparently gas had escaped from a faulty connection and accumulated beneath the building. No school officials were found liable. More than seventy lawsuits were filed for damages, but district judge Robert T. Brown dismissed the few cases that came to trial for lack of evidence. The thirty surviving seniors at New London finished their year in temporary buildings while a new school was built on nearly the same site."

I have always remembered this event as the one that my classmates and I gathered donations for while I was in first grade at Baileyhill Elementary in Eugene, Oregon. Obviously, looking at the date it could not have been the New London disaster. It must have been the Texas City explosion in 1947. We had just finished collecting metals and stuff for WWII so we were pretty good at talking the other poor folk into giving up necessities to help others. Both the explosions can be traced by a desire to cut costs and screw people out of living wages. Texas, even today, excels at that. That is why we lag in education, and health care for children. If a government of the people will not assist the new and weakest it sure as hell is not gonna help the adults.

The Chile Rellenos planned for dinner tonight turned into a small disappointment. Click the picture for a larger view.


The RECIPE with kitchen notes is HERE.

The major problem with this dish (IMHO) is that removing the skin after broiling leaves one with a disgusting pile of green vegetable flesh with the consistency of used toilet paper. It falls apart every time it is moved. It was impossible to "stuff" the chile because there was no chile structure to contain. I would have been better off to have treated the poblano as if it were a bell pepper being stuffed. If I had just cut off the top and deseeded it prior to loading the chile with fresco queso/ground meat and tooth picked the top back in place I could have found a way to cover them with batter and fried them. The taste and flavor of this dish is too good to just forget. However the poblano was surprisingly hot. I think the tomatoes, if I had not skipped the tomato sauce step, would have reduced the fire.

When I woke this morning my feet and ankles were twice normal size so I spent most of the day with my feet elevated above my heart. I did too much walking and sitting yesterday.

If the weather is as good tomorrow as today I am going to take my newspaper and breakfast burrito out onto the front porch. I love warm/hot weather. My shoulders and hips do not hurt so badly. Amazingly my lower back pain while walking is almost gone. I am walking more upright and taking longer strides. This place is a fountain of youth.

That said, however, I have appointments with Dr Gonzalez (cardio) and Fields next week as well as the Aetna Home health care nurse. I am taking Rascal to his vet for his first annual physical examine. While filling out the forms for his appointment I discovered a picture of him labeled "6 months" with date stamp 05/30/2004. So he is about 11 now instead of the 13 I have been claiming. The fact remains that he is now acting like a kitten again.

I just now was reminded that I am having coffee with YD tomorrow at Starbucks. I will take her most of the leftover spaghetti sauce. After coffee I am going to IKEA to look for a combination narrow storage cabinet with something like cubby holes for my spices. I have 37 spice jars now in drawers. Most do not have a name on top so I have to lift one out to read its label. If I have small shelves I could display the names easier.

Yall be most excellent to one another. Catch you on down the road!

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

 


Posted by wayne at 12:01 AM CDT | Post Comment | Permalink
Tuesday, 17 March 2015

3546 Days since retiring July 1, 2005!



"ELEPHANT STEW"

1 elephant
2 rabbits, optional
salt and pepper to taste

Cut elephant into bite-sized pieces. This should take about two months. Place pieces in large sauce pan.

Add enough brown gravy to cover. Cook over kerosene fire for about 4 weeks at 465F. This will serve 3,800 people.

If more are expected 2 rabbits may be added; but do this only if necessary, as most do not like to find hare in their stew.
Enjoy!


use road kill only as elephant is a protected animal.



Correct on all points. Click here for the truth. We must overthrow our present incumbents in political office and start refreshed.

Speaking of recipes: tomorrow I will learn how to separate egg yolks from egg whites. One of the people on this floor has a son who is a chef at "PotBellies" and he will visit the floor and the kitchen tomorrow and demo several cooking tips. All I have done when I tried was waste eggs. I mean how many scrambled eggs can one old man eat in a day?

Our senior daughter and two of her kids came Saturday and we visited the zoo. Houston is really working to improve the zoo and the exhibit space. After the zoo I had planned a small fest but we got back so late that the fest was abbreviated. I did get to fix deep fried onion rings and deep fried asparagus. As usual I made too much.


I cut the long thin asparagus spears in half and coated each same as I did the onion rings. The deep fryer used a gallon of Crisco Vegetable oil. I have no non-messy way to get the oil back in its container so I just put the lid on the fryer and put it on my rolling cart for use soon. The more I cook the more food I find I like.

All this cooking has made me understand Carolyn's dislike of cooking. It ain't the cooking but rather the cleanup that makes meal prep such a pain in the ass. I am searching every cheap place for a portable dishwasher. I hate cleaning up.

Tonight I cooked the spaghetti to go with the marvelous sauce I made yesterday. I had only intended a small meal but the sauce was so good that I cooked a whole pound box of spaghetti and ate it in one sitting.


Click the picture for a larger view. I was planning on taking this to Lynnview for the kids there but now I am not so sure. It was mighty good.

And now for something totally different. I forget that Rascal is rather and elderly cat and am sometimes stunned and amused when he goes on a rip tearing around the room and batting his toys around. I have finally realized that every time he does that is right after he takes a poop in his litter box. I guess a good dump for an old cat is about the same as for an old man. I certainly feel relieved and not so oppressed after a good one.

Anyone who doubts that Texas has some mighty strange inhabitants only has to remember Robert Durst lived here for a long time. Somebody need to shoot him in the back of the head to rid the universe of that brand of arrogance and evil.

The pecan trees below my window have begun to bud. Spring is well and truly here.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

 


Posted by wayne at 11:22 PM CDT | Post Comment | Permalink
Friday, 13 March 2015

3542 Days since retiring July 1, 2005!



"As time goes by"

After every phase change in my life I wonder how in the world I am going to handle the next phase. Then time passes and the new becomes ordinary. New phase, same routine. I am busier now than ever since I was working 2 full time jobs, going to college nights and weekends, and being a new father and husband. How did I ever get all that done? Now all I have to do is feed Rascal and I and keep the place clean. I fall into bed each night exhausted. Recently I spent an extended weekend in a beach house between Rockport and Corpus Christi. Her family was having a get together there. All her kids are grown and scattered around the world so their beach house was kind of a "grand Central Station". I made no attempt to learn names because most family members were there only a couple days. I made a huge batch of pinto beans. The beans exposed a wide divide between the people north of the southern Kentucky border (36 degrees North) and south of that line. The southern people thought the beans were slightly warm and the northern's thought the beans were inedibly spicy hot.

I will not try to recount all since my last entry. Instead I am happy to report I am well and feeling even younger than just a month ago. I find I have begun reading about baseball again. That even includes reports about the Houston Astros. I will always wish them well but my true favorite baseball team is the St. Louis Cardinals.

My skill as a cook has improved enough, and I have acquired enough cooking gadgets, that I am now experimenting with my favorite recipes. Our senior daughter and her family is coming for a visit this weekend. I developed a menu that, I hope, demonstrates my "chefery".

Dinner Saturday
Shredded Kale, Romaine lettuce hearts, and halved Cherry Tomatoes Salad with Pistachio Vinegrette

Talapia with Garlic Butter Sauce

Farm raised Tilapia drizzled with freshly made buttery Garlic sauce, oven baked to fork flaky tenderness

Buttery Mashed Potatoes--Made from a mix chosen after a competition involving an even dozen product line and styles.

Homemade (experimental) "Cookies and Cream" ice milk and a scant side serving of Carmelized Clemintines drizzled with a wine sauce reduced from brown sugar and August Nights yellow wine.

My home health care nurse brought me a dozen oranges from the tree in her backyard so I am going to use them instead of the Clementines.

I need to stop now to prep the Salad components and clean up the orange segments.

See yall down the road aways.



Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

 


Posted by wayne at 9:51 PM CDT | Post Comment | Permalink
Monday, 23 February 2015

3524 Days since retiring July 1, 2005!



"Every day another load of stupid"

I thought I had perfected a method of cooking steak to any degree of "doneness". I probably have but I assumed the quality of the meat had little to do with the taste. Tonight was bingo night so I had planned a meal that could partially cook during the games. I bought a filet from Walmart Sunday for tonight's dinner. I was also going to have steamed broccoli with cheese sauce. I found a recipe for the sauce and planned on making it while the broccoli was steaming.

Just before stepping out for Bingo I bagged the filet with inserted thermometer and put it in my oven set for 175F. When I got back the internal temp was 137F so I took the bag out and let the steak rest. Put the broccoli to steaming and started the sauce. Damn I had no milk. Oh I have dried mild so I whipped up a quart. Mixed melted butter, flour, milk and shredded cheddar cheese. While waiting for the crap to melt I took the steak out and seared all surfaces on a super hot cast iron skillet. The filet was oddly shaped and of varying thicknesses. Took out the broccoli, drizzled on the cheese sauce and plated the seared filet. Sat at my desk and cut into the steak. I had to go get my razor knife to get a good slice. When I checked the meat I saw the grain running every which way. The cut reminded me of the muscle structure in a shoulder or 7 steak. The filet was filled with gristle and truly inedible. The cheese sauce tasted of raw flour. All in all it was a despicable meal. I will never buy meat at WalMart. My new meat supply will be HEB or Kroger.

Tomorrow I need to was tonight's dinner dishes and make a birthday cake for junior daughter. Happy Birthday kid!

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

 


Posted by wayne at 10:25 PM CST | Post Comment | Permalink
Friday, 20 February 2015

3521 Days since retiring July 1, 2005!



"Land O'Goshen"

That was splendid Bass-shit eating fish. Ever since I saw the "Dirty Jobs" episode with Mike Rowe at a Bass farm in Arizona I have wanted to try Talapia. The Talapia was used to decompose the dung from the Bass so that the farm is not so bad on the environment. Talapia is a mild tasting tender fleshed white fish with tiny guts. After I started the prep I realized I did not have some of the listed ingredients. I made several executive decisions about substitutes. My choices must have been OK since the dish was absolutely delectable. My recipe follows.

I had an appointment with my GP today. He took me, temporarily off furosemide and put me on Maxzide 25 mg. once a day. My feet had been swelling more each day and hurting. Since I started the Maxzide 2 days ago the swelling has almost disappeared and my feet do not hurt. Of course, I am peeing like a herd of Clydesdales. Surprisingly the Maxzide is the older medicine and much cheaper than the Furosemide. In my shower tonight I could actually wash my feet without jerking and trying to overcome very sensitive (ticklish) feet.

My cat is strange. He will not drink from a bowl of still water. He drinks from a running faucet. Every time I go to the throne room he jumps up on the lavatory and taps my wrist asking me to turn on the water. I have left home alone for 2 days with only bowl water. When I return he is desperate for a drink and the water level in the bowl is the same as when I left. But..he recently discovered I keep a cup of water on my desk for late night pill taking, I thought the water had changed in the last week. This evening I was at my desk and he jumped up and stuck his head into the water cup and obviously drank his fill. I have been drinking after a cat. A butt licking litter scratching rotted fish eating cat. Thank God I had already had dinner. From now on the cup will be covered.

Whether you think you can, or you think you can't--you're right.


Baked Tilapia with Garlic Butter

Ingredients
2 tablespoons Falfurrias butter unsalted
2 cloves garlic in brine, pressed
dash pepper
dash salt
pinch dried dillweed
dash ground cumin
2 tilapia fillets, about 4 ounces each

Prep Time: 5 minutes
Cook Time: 18 minutes
Total Time: 20 minutes
Yield: Makes enough for 1 big bellied old man

Preparation
In saucepan, combine butter, garlic, pepper, salt, dillweed, and ground cumin. Heat over low heat until butter is melted and starts simmering. Remove from heat.

Spoon a little of the butter mixture in the bottom of a square cake pan (line pan with foil) then place tilapia fillets on the buttered area. Brush top of each tilapia fillet with the seasoned butter mixture.

Bake at 350° for 18 minutes, or until tilapia flakes easily with a fork. Every oven is different so check doneness when fish looks OK.

Tomorrow I am going to pick up my new ice cream maker from my Walmart on Dunvale and I may buy a cool wooden crate to use for grocery shopping. It would mount perfectly on "my little mule".

A Catholic Priest, a Protestant Minister and a Rabbi are discussing the question of when does life begin.

"Without any doubt," says the Priest, "life begins at the moment of conception - - when the egg is fertilized."


"No, no!" says the Protestant Minister. "Life begins at the moment of birth - - when the baby emerges."

"No way," says the Rabbi. "Life begins when the last kids are out of college, and the dog dies."

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

 


Posted by wayne at 10:10 PM CST | Post Comment | Permalink
Wednesday, 18 February 2015

3519 Days since retiring July 1, 2005!



"was asleep but now I am awoke!"

The quoted material below is from the Houston Chronicle. I know exactly what he is reporting. During the hallucinating stage of my pneumonia I felt the same confusion. And long after discharge from the hospital I struggled to remember when the hallucinations really started and have they really ended. To this day I have periods at night where I am not sure where I am or who I am. Thank God for Rascal. His "nowness" helps me find my center again and again.



"In October 2002, I woke up on a train platform in Secunderabad, India, with no idea who I was or why I was in India. I was picked up by a police officer who figured I was a drug addict. I was at a guest house he had taken me to when I began to hallucinate.

My behaviour was combative and irrational so I was taken to a hospital, where I punched a nurse, and then to a psychiatric facility. After two days of hallucinating, the anti-psychotics and sedatives had mellowed me enough to be unstrapped. The nurses brought me things to keep me occupied: newspapers, pens. My hallucinations had convinced me that I was failing a cosmic-soul pop quiz; I crouched over the newspapers, believing that the answer was hidden somewhere in them. I circled words and drew complicated diagrams of sentences I found encoded in the disparate articles. The flat newsprint was overlaid with my fevered brain's belief that there was more being communicated. I just needed to work harder to figure it out.

I scratched and scribbled, making connections, trying to conjure spiritual luminosity out of the Hyderabadi newspaper, The Deccan Chronicle. My biggest problem was that my pen would punch through the newsprint, dragging a rip into the page. When this happened, I'd start crying.

There were moments when everything was clear. I was in a mental institution. In India. This was weird, but I was safe. Everything was going to be all right. I had doctors who squeezed my shoulders and called me Mr. David. I was diagnosed with acute pleomorphic distress. There was a diagnosis. There was progress. The worst was over. Then there'd be a sparkle in my periphery, and I'd black out.

I'd black out and then snap back awake in no discernable pattern. I'd wake up walking, wake up in the middle of a conversation-the other person looking at me expecting me to finish a sentence I didn't remember starting.

A doctor would later tell me that all of my symptoms were a side effect of a drug I was taking to prevent malaria. He said that mefloquine had a history of doing these things to people. He said I had probably had many "prodromal events" before I woke up on the train platform. Early prodromal symptoms involved confusion, paranoia, and aggression, he said. Had I experienced any of these?

I couldn't begin to describe that those three things were normal reactions to Hyderabadi traffic.

When I came home to Ohio, I tried to communicate what had happened to me to family and friends. And the thing I tried to do was to make it all a joke. This hilarious thing that happened to me (me, of all people) and no one needed to worry about me one bit. But I needed them to worry. I was hoping they'd worry. I was worried.

I was terrified of everything blanking out again. Afraid of waking up somewhere new. As I told everyone I was fine, I could feel these invisible bands tightening around my chest, preventing me from sleeping, preventing me from getting a full breath in. It wasn't something I could point to. It was all in my head.

I felt so much shame for harboring such things in my head, for doing such things to myself. What was wrong with me that I should be the one susceptible to the side effects of this commonly prescribed medicine? I was flawed at the cellular level.

When I was recovering in Ohio, I got an e-mail from a cousin. She said she was so sorry about what had happened to me and that she'd had such a great time talking with me at a wedding; and she was happy that we'd reconnected.

I wrote her back. I punched letters on the keyboard and told this woman how lost I felt, how messed up I was, how I was wiped clean and struggling to remember anything, much less the people I talked to at weddings. I wrote her and told her about prodromal, mefloquine, and pleomorphic, this stupid vocabulary that I was thrust into. I told her that the doctor couldn't tell me for sure if it all was going to happen again at any moment. This was rat-crap bottom, and I was grasping at anything to keep from slipping into total paranoia. I was still kind of convinced that God hated me and was disappointed in how stupid I was. The e-mail kept scrolling farther and farther down the page in a single unbroken paragraph of rage and fear and loneliness addressed to a woman I couldn't have picked out of a police lineup of three.

I erased it and wrote that of course I remembered talking with her at the wedding and thanked her for her concern. It was wild there for a while, I typed, but I was fine now. Perfectly fine.

It was easier to fake being sane then to admit that I needed help. To be the one who needs help is bad enough. I was making people negotiate their schedules around my care. The fact that my affliction was mental and didn't show up on any MRI, CT scan or X-ray made it even worse. My meaning-making brain that could have articulated the problem was itself the problem. Mental illness isolated me. People who break their legs have casts people can sign. I had trouble ordering breakfast in a crowded restaurant. It was embarrassing. And that isolation and that embarrassment compounded my symptoms and made it even more difficult to ask for help.

People often ask if I'm fine now. My answer is that I know to ask for help now. It might not be fine, but it's a version of it."

More Information
David Stuart MacLean will be part of Blaffer Gallery's panel discussion "Memory and Identity: Five Writers talk about the difficult and dynamic relationship between the two." at 4 p.m. Tuesday, Feb. 17. (The other writers are Peter Turchi, author of A Muse and a Maze; Lacy M. Johnson, author of The Other Side; Nancy Pearson, author of Two Minutes of Light; and Jameelah Lang, Ph.D candidate, University of Houston Creative Writing Program.) The event is free and open to the public, but you need register online for tickets.



Went to bed and fell asleep quickly at 8:30 pm after a dinner of Lentil soup and the best cornbread I have made to this date. Before dinner I steamed two bell peppers and stuffed them with my special rice/beef/chorizo sausage and put in cooking bowl for dinner tomorrow. I have a rescheduled doctor's appointment tomorrow afternoon.

Good night all. Give your closest loved one a hug or kiss as appropriate.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

 


Posted by wayne at 11:27 PM CST | Post Comment | Permalink
Tuesday, 17 February 2015

3518 Days since retiring July 1, 2005!



"You know why you don't see elephants hiding in trees?


They are really good at it!"

For no particular reason Rascal and I went to bed at midnight and slept like the dead. About three am he jumped and ran across the bed. I heard scratching. When I woke at 5 am for my morning pill I discovered he had pissed like an elephant in his litter box. I guess he has a swollen prostate also. We tumbled back to sleep and woke refreshed and starving at noon. Fortunately I am out of his reeking food. He had chicken and I had sausage gravy over fresh baked homemade biscuits. I am almost as good as the store bought biscuit in the tube. I was in the kitchen washing dishes when I found Rascal sleeping on the window table.


The pig is a nearly full piggy bank. It is so heavy I am afraid to lift it. I keep it close to the potted tomato as a heat sink. I bought it at a silent auction many years ago at a Burton Cotton Gin Festival. After I took the picture I returned to the kitchen and dug the bag of frozen farm-raised catfish out of the stuffed freezer section of my refrigerator. I am considering buying a small chest style deep freeze. If I find one on Craig's list or free cycle I will spring. I picked out 6 medium sized pieces and put them on a paper plate so they could thaw. I put the plate out of the way so I could not be tempted to start cooking too early. I worked at my desk paying bills and writing letters. Eventually my shadow abandoned the table and snuck onto my desk between the keyboard and the monitor. I need to get him to a vet because he has a bad case of farts.

I checked several time during the afternoon and the fish was not yet thawed. I went downstairs to get the mail. When I got back to my apartment the fish was completely thawed. I blotted up the water and washed the catfish with cold water from the tap. I used a Louisiana brand fish fry coating and fried the catfish. I also steamed the broccoli in a steamer bag in the microwave.

This was the first time I used the microwave since Christmas. The catfish was very good. The only problem was not enough fish. Next week I will fry at least 14 pieces. The secret really is having properly thawed fish.



Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

 


Posted by wayne at 11:05 PM CST | Post Comment | Permalink
Monday, 16 February 2015

3517 Days since retiring July 1, 2005!



"REGUSTED!"

To quote Redd Fox the junkman.

My stomach has been in semiserious queasiness all day. It started this morning when I opened a new carton of Fancy Feast for "Mr Royalness" The very first can reeked of rotted fish or beef or thousands of migrant workers or the entire creation on Formalhult. I thought I was going to heave as I dumped the glop on his dish and chopped it into bite sized pieces. Good god it stank and looked so revolting. As soon as I put it down he was all over it. He licked the oily liquid first and stopped to wash his moustache and then set upon the solid filth. He was actually "umming" and purring. I thought I was gonna heave!. After he finished I carried the plate to the bathroom and washed it in the sink. I thought I was gonna heave! I put the cleaned plate face down on a pristine part of the litter box and closed the bathroom door and sprayed Febreze under the door. Now I know whet morning sickness must be like.

Back to the kitchen to fix my breakfast. I thought I was gonna puke. I sprayed "Fresh Rain" Febreze into every nook and cranny of the kitchen. Cracked two huge evil looking eggs into a small skillet. In another skillet I piled in a jumble of bacon pieces created by cutting 6 slices into 4 equal lengths. I got so busy arranging bacon that I forgot the eggs. By the time I noticed they had semi-liquified and I decided not to scramble but rather to just flip the whole thing. No matter what I tried they would not flip. Instead I ended up with a rolled up tube affair.. When I thought that was done I plated it and then and only then remembered I wanted hash brown patties. Dropped two frozen patties into hot skillet and proceeded to burn hell out of them. Bacon was done, eggs done, and finally patties seemed cooked. I settled to read newspaper and eat breakfast. Egg tube was rubbery solid and cold in the center. Bacon was great but had all the flavor cooked out of it. Hash browns were icy in center and burnt on the outside. Coffee had no sugar. And newspaper was full of blood and guts and beheadings and etc. I thought I was gonna hurl. Dumped all the crap in the trash and headed out to do combat with Comcast.

On the way I stopped at Whataburger and got a "BOB". At MacDonalds I got the best cup of real coffee available in America. If Starbucks coffee was free and MacDonald's was 5$ I would still prefer mickyD.

At Comcast a pretty young thing (Doureit) took care of my problem and explained the extra charges. Did not like it but I did give permission to one of the kids to call a service man to fix an internet problem.

I saw the man who had told me about the "ownership" of beggar street intersections. He was standing on the medium at the intersection of Highway 290 and West Tidwell. That intersection still is and has been under heavy construction for a year. Traffic never stops. I rolled down the window and gave him 2$ and wished him luck. I asked him how he was doing but by that time my light was green and the cars behind were honking.

I was so cold when I got back here I fell into bed and piled on all the cover I could reach.

I will be so glad when I finally learn how to produce edible food every time.

Tomorrow Breakfast--biscuits and sausage gravy, coffee; Lunch-BLT, Apple Juice; Dinner--fried catfish, steamed broccoli, V8 Spicy Hot.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

 


Posted by wayne at 12:01 AM CST | Post Comment | Permalink
Updated: Tuesday, 17 February 2015 12:02 AM CST

Newer | Latest | Older

hit counter
web counter
Entries by Topic
All topics  «
« March 2015 »
S M T W T F S
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
8 9 10 11 12 13 14
15 16 17 18 19 20 21
22 23 24 25 26 27 28
29 30 31