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10-02-2011, 11:00 PM
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An 1830's Style MMP
Every year, Old Sturbridge Village has Apple Days during the first weekend in October. It’s when they harvest their apples and do various demonstrations of what people in the 1830’s would have done with the apples. The farmhouse girls make pie, the small house has heirloom varieties tasting, the big house girls make apple molasses, the tavern makes mulling sachets, the tinsmith makes corers, and the big thing - the cider mill is open!
Now, I first went to OSV in the 1980’s. It’s a standard school trip for pretty much any Massachusetts child. I only went once as a child and I fell in love with the place. Since moving to Southbridge (the town next door to Sturbridge), my sweetie and I have become members and we go a couple times a year. In all the time I’ve been going to OSV, the ONE THING I have never seen, is the cider mill in operation. I am a huge fan of fall and everything that goes along with it. I love apples. I adore cider (what we call cider, not what they called cider in the 1830’s). I wanted to see the darn thing running. Last year, my sweetie and I made the decision that we’d go on the second day of the Apple Days demonstrations - Sunday. We spent Friday night working on the Jeep and he had planned for more of that on Saturday. I planned to do homework. I had a big paper on Plato due the following week and I hadn’t even started it yet. On Saturday morning, we took a trip to Home Depot because he needed a tool. I’m not sure why I went with him; it was probably cabin fever. While we were in the tool department, I noticed him stretching his arm a lot. He didn’t seem happy. Then he admitted that it hurt, probably from the work he had done the night before. I jokingly asked him if he was having a heart attack. He assured me that he wasn’t and we bought the tool and started to drive home. When we were about half way home, my sweetie said to me, “Please take me to the ER”. Now, I don’t know about you but when HE says that to me, I comply - no questions asked. We’ve been together for 12 years (mostly) and he has only said that to me twice. Hell, when he had a massive eye infection, I had to threaten him before he’d agree to go to the ER. So, unfortunately by this point we were past the point of no return. We had to return to Southbridge and go to Harrington Hospital. When we had been at Home Depot, we could have chosen from any of 3 hospitals in Worcester, all of which were closer to us than Harrington was when he asked to go. We finished the 15 minute drive and raced him into the ER. One of the benefits of living in a small town with its own full service hospital, is that the ER rarely has a wait. Not that this mattered in this case. Saying, chest pain and arm pain is a sure way to get into a room and hooked up to 50 different machines before they even ask your name. While the registration lady asked me all the pertinent information, my sweetie was hooked up to every machine in the ER. A nice lady came from the lab and drew his blood. I debated whether or not to call his mother but eventually decided to wait a bit longer. All the preliminary tests indicated that he was not having a heart attack. The ER doctor started talking to him about panic attacks, while we waited for the CT scan to be free. After he had his CT scan, we went back to the ER and the doctor came back in. I assumed that she was going to tell him he was fine and to go home and avoid stress. Instead, she started examining him even more thoroughly. She wasn’t talking. I was getting scared. She started asking if he had been on a plane recently or if he lived a sedentary life. I started to see where this was going. Finally she said, “The blood test indicated that you have a blood clot but we don’t know where and we don’t know why.” He was sent back for another CT, this time with contrast. While the scans were digitally sent to Beth Israel, we prepared him to spend at least one night in the hospital. I called his mother after trying to figure out how to start the conversation in a way that wouldn’t cause HER to have a panic attack. At that point, there was nothing more I could do and his mother and older brother were on their way to see him so I went home to tend to the poor dogs who were supposed to have only been alone for an hour. It had been about 6 hours at this point and they still hadn’t even had breakfast. After tending to the girls, I packed up his stuff and went back to the hospital. He ended up being in the hospital for 3 nights. They wouldn’t let him leave until his Coumadin level was high enough. They also gave him Heparin shots but he wasn’t cooperating. It took a lot longer than they expected for his level to get to a good number. I spent most of those 4 days sitting next to his bed, doing my Plato paper while he watched cartoons and we waited to find out why his blood was clotting too much. The food at Harrington Hospital is amazingly good. Anyway, he finally got to go home on Tuesday. The girls were so happy to see him but we had to keep them behind a gate until they calmed down. We couldn’t risk them scratching him. He spent an additional week giving himself Heparin shots before his Coumadin level was satisfactory. I got an A- on my paper. We never did find out why he started clotting abnormally. He is still taking blood thinners and his numbers still fluctuate to bad levels occasionally. In June he came within 1 day of being hospitalized again before the increased meds did their job. We didn’t finish working on the Jeep until months later. We never did make it to Apple Days. Until yesterday. We had agreed that we would go this year, no matter what and go we did. While we were getting ready to go, I asked my sweetie if he had checked the OSV website to see what was going on today. He mentioned all the stuff I knew about but added one that surprised me. “The Cobbler will be making pies.” Um.....ok.. “Are you sure about that?” I asked? This was followed by him laughing like a loon when he realized what he had said and the dogs looking at him like he had lost his mind. We ate at the tavern for lunch, which had hot mulled cider of course. We watched the girls in the farmhouse making pie and I saw a parsnip for the first time in my life. The potter wasn’t super busy like he usually is so when we went in his shop, we found him giving a lesson to a cute little girl while her mom watched - all three of them obviously thoroughly enjoying themselves. I saw a massive toad on the path. He walked. I’ve never seen a toad walk before. The guy in the cider mill was very nice and we spent about half an hour asking him questions. It was raining and chilly but we went and we had fun and for the first time in over 20 years, I got to see the damn cider mill in operation! Of course, the most important thing is that WE went. My sweetie is still with me and I firmly believe that the lab and ER doctor are the reason why. Our pictures from OSV Stop when you get to the Terrible Iggy Dammit or else you'll see the nastiness on my foot that's getting checked out today. 
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#2
10-02-2011, 11:12 PM
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Great OP shortdrum, that would have been rather terrifying! So happy that everyone is okay, and yay for all things apple!
I am sad. Just having a big case of the doldrums. The rain matches my mood. Someone please do something to make this old woman smile. I think I just need some me time, although some attention would be welcome. Wah, I am a big cry baby...  Anyway, I think I managed to be first. w00t1!!1 Last edited by kaiwik; 10-02-2011 at 11:16 PM. Reason: yep, first.
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10-02-2011, 11:21 PM
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I'm sitting here with a dog on my lap, playing City of Heroes with my sweetie. We just ran into combat (which I initiated) when I shrieked, threw the dog off my lap and shuffled into the kitchen (my calves are sore).
I thought I had burned my latest batch of clay stuff. Turns out that I never turned the oven on.  I got back just in time to see my sweetie finish killing the last of the bad guys I pulled before I ran away. Did that make you even twitch a lip? No? Hmmmm...... {{{{{Moorland}}}}}
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10-03-2011, 12:06 AM
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I ought to dig out all my fimo/sculpy stuff and do something besides sitting here listening to sad songs. Your pendants are awesome, shortdrum, I will have to take a photo of the doll I made for my mom.
Somehow I am firmly ensconced in the office, alone (hallelujah) listening to Pandora and writing. I have to get my stories on paper, even if they don't get published. I know a few folks who have insisted that I get it all down so they can read it, so, who knows? Smiles are going to be difficult to come by tonight. I discovered that someone I trusted has completely and fundamentally betrayed me. Feels like I got kicked in the gut, and while I was lying there I was then stomped multiple times. It's bad, and I don't know what to do. Forgiveness has been begged, but my heart is cold and stoney. Sorry for the vent. Happy beginning of the week to everyone. rosie that toe looks extremely owie, I hope the doc can help you with that. Yay bobio for new bambilance tales! Much love to all, I am always around, look under that rock over there and you will find me!
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10-03-2011, 12:19 AM
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You made a doll out of clay? I'd love to see that. I've found that when I'm kneading clay, I work out a lot of anger. Of course my hands and elbows hate me for it when I'm done but my heart and head usually feel better.
I'm so sorry that your got hurt so badly. Every time I start to question whether or not I am silly for having so few close friends, I remember all the time that close friends hurt me very badly. I'm happy now with 1 or 2 very close friends and a lot of really nice acquaintances. They don't know me well enough to hurt me. Looking back on that paragraph, it's not a very good pep talk is it? Talk about advocating introvertedness.
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10-03-2011, 12:37 AM
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Yeah, I made a doll, my 'artistic' statement based on the poem with the lines When I am old I will wear purple, with a red hat that doesn't match. I can never remember the name of that poem, and I have the book over there in the living room. Too settled in my chair here to be bothered to go get it! Anyway, the doll is kinda cool. I thought it was super dweebish at first, but I have had a lot of compliments and encouragement to make more. I want to do some figures for Christmas. Thanks to your ingenuity there are women in my life who are going to get a polymer clay pendant strung on either silk rat tail cord or rawhide. I have some glitters and other fun stuff I haven't touched. I haven't done anything with my crafts since the big move last December. I need some me time, and a lot of it.
I really don't have any close female friends, been there, done that and have the tee shirts. My socializing is primarily with my family. The person I referred to above is a male who I let into my heart. I just don't know what to do. Raw! Enough whining about my choices! I feel better, but I feel badly for having dumped on the MMP before it even had a chance to warm up, sorry family. Thanks, yeah, ya got a smile out of me. ¡Muchas gracias!
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10-03-2011, 12:41 AM
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I bet that a lot of people are going to be happy to get one of your pendants. I know the book you're talking about and I've found that a lot of women take it to heart. I suspect that when I'm old, I'll be wearing grey sweats, jeans, and t-shirts, just like I do now. Wow, my mom was right...I AM boring!
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10-03-2011, 12:52 AM
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I tend to wear more eclectic kinds of clothing. Then again I was a bohemian gypsy type when I was younger, so why stop? The truth is, I don't feel any older than I did at 19. There is more wisdom, but I still make dumb choices sometimes. Then again, was it a bad choice? Or did he just &*%# up spectacularly and is now repentant and begging for forgiveness?
I just wanna be a recluse. With internet.  <Me smiling.
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10-03-2011, 02:03 AM
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I just ate steak and potatoes. At midnight. I'm strange. But it was really good. Now I get to go to sleep.
congodwarf, I'm glad your OP had a happy ending.
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10-03-2011, 03:19 AM
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Good grief, y'all are up early today.
I'm glad your sweetie made thru the scary, shortdrum. Autumn & New England go hand in hand. my brother and one nephew live in Brookline, the other nephew & his family live in Mansfield. Relocating to somewhere near Lowell or Bellerica is a possible retirement scenerio for me, even though I like Lawn Guylindt. I will call the doc when he opens, but I think I'll be going to the Urgent Care Clinic instead, unless Doc says he can handle it in his office.
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10-03-2011, 05:33 AM
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Good Mornin' Y'all! Up and caffienatin'. *YAWN* 'Tis 46 degrees Amurrkin out!
 Today's high shall be 81. NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE! Guess it'll be big boy pants all day today. shordrum nice OP! Ya done good. Glad y'all found out what was goin' on with sweetie and that he seems to be watchin' it. That's the most important thing. Apple country in Jawja is in the north part of the state around Elijay. I like apples, however. Cool pics btw! I like apple cider too. {{{wiki}}} I know what you mean. Even if he is beggin' for forgiveness it's hard sometimes to fogive somebody who betrays you. Plus, you know you can come in here anytime when you're feelin' down. It's part of what we're here for. Rosie hope the doc gets your toe all good again real soon. Ok, I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy demands to be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence. Happy Monday Y'all!
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10-03-2011, 05:52 AM
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Boy we're chatty today!
Great story, shortdrum! Love OSV, but have never made it to Apple Days. Now I'm sad I didn't go. Glad you're sweetie is fine- that's a scary story. Wiki- sorry about the blues. I had an emotionally rough weekend, too. Nothing dramatic, just feeling really down and adrift. Hard to shake and hard to fix. Busy day planned, so I hope that helps. Rosie- report back from doc about the piggie.
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10-03-2011, 06:13 AM
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MMP spam? Reported
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10-03-2011, 06:18 AM
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Cool OP, shortdrum. So sorry for the hurt, wiki. Gotta get up and at 'em. Hugs all. GT
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10-03-2011, 07:56 AM
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Great pic, congo! I live up the road from Apple Country, NC and now I really want some. Hmmm...I wonder if Culinary Boy would be up for a Farmer's Market trip today?
Things are stressful up here, but not as much as last week when I kept disappearing (although no one probably noticed--I drop out of the internet a lot more these days). We spent way too much time at the ER last week and Culinary Boy may have some inpatient stuff this week as well. Money is super tight and I'm going to have to have a talk with the leasing agency so they don't kick us out. Yeah, that kind of a talk. On the plus side, I'm having a coffee date with the really cool chaplain from work tomorrow and Culinary Boy finally has some meds that make him feel better and there may be a diagnosis for the mental stuff he's been going through forthcoming. Plus Computer Boy and I have buried the unspoken hatchet (we both get irritated the same way which involves a lot of Not Speaking To You or Looking At You). Now if we can just get Katy Cat so she's not throwing up all the time.
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10-03-2011, 08:28 AM
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10-03-2011, 09:15 AM
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10-03-2011, 09:18 AM
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I hope we'll be able to get down there in a couple weeks and I can buy a bushel of NC apples. I love to bake apple pies in the fall with the yummy fresh apples and lard in my pie crust.
Also, Acsenray — I think they dried quite a lot of apples in the olden days. When reconstituted they're delish. Last edited by Ellen Cherry; 10-03-2011 at 09:19 AM.
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10-03-2011, 09:31 AM
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10-03-2011, 09:39 AM
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Back in the saddle
After several months of bickering with the wife, I'm finally active in the Navytown Rescue Squad. This is the (mercifully short) tale of my first shift.
The Navytown squad has 2 stations. One is within easy walking distance of home, and the other is close to the office. My default will be to run out of the one near the house. I showed up at the station at the appointed time, and tried the combination for the door. Didn't work, so I tried again. Still didn’t work, so they must have changed it. Harrumph. I waited patiently by the door, hoping someone would let me in. A cute girl parked and came to the door. "I'm Ericka, one of the lieutenants. We kicked someone out yesterday, so the combinations were changed, and I didn't call you yet." At least I hadn't fat-fingered things. Once inside, I met my crew. Josh was the crew chief, and Zack was another crew member like me. Since I don't have Maryland certifications yet, I'm at the bottom of the pecking order once again, even though I theoretically outranked Josh. There was an immediate discussion because there was no driver. Ericka was drafted. Once that was settled, Josh looked me over and asked, "Why are you dressed like that? Are you an EMT?" I had on my normal duty pants and combat boots I wore in Cottonfield County. "Uh, yeah", and I showed my NC card. They were impressed, but also reiterated that my card didn't count in MD, which I knew already. We did our equipment checks and got gear, then the most important part of the shift happened, namely dinner. Ericka was hong-gry, and bitched constantly that checkout was taking too long. We rolled out and headed to the local Panera. I sort of held back in our group of four because I had never eaten at the joint, and was unfamiliar with the menu. Ericka wasn't shy, and charged right up to the counter. She placed order and paid for it. Then. The. Tones. Went. Off. My Og, I wish I had a camera, because the look on her face was one of those stereotypical priceless moments. The call was for a female with chest pain. The call was mostly boring, but she did not show the usual cardiac signs, instead we did suspected some kind of rib problem. Her big tell-tale was shallow breathing, which is typical for a broken rib. We transported her to the hospital uneventfully. Ericka was entertaining, and demonstrated her nickname of Miss Roadrage. She yelled at a couple of drivers, bellowed at someone who was clearing a grill from the road after it fell off the truck, and simmered as we passed an Amish buggy. Somehow, I don't think she was sincerely POed, but playing to the crew instead. After we cleared the hospital, we headed back to Panera. This time, we had all eight feet touching the pavement when the tones sounded for a sick call. For once, I don't think Ericka's reaction was for show. Fortunately, we got a few miles down the road when we were cancelled. Ericka, and the rest of us, got to eat our dinner. While there, we heard a page for a car/buggy accident near the hospital, with serious injury. All of us were sure it was the buggy we passed. We had no other calls that night. Ericka and Josh were sure I was going to bring the FNG curse, making us run all night, but they were happily wrong. It was a good first night.
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10-03-2011, 09:49 AM
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Dang - glad your ER adventure didn't take place in the 1830s - the outcome probably wouldn't have been nearly as good.
OK, you can all quit panicking - I'm here! While I don't have a terrifying ER story like the OP, I was in the hospital all morning. Today was FCD's second shot in the spine - third one due in 2 weeks. But he's headed off to work now, and I'm doing laundry and trying to stay awake. We watched an episode of Dexter last night, and I kept dreaming about it - dreams about serial killers don't make for very restful slumber. {{{kai}}} Sometimes people really suck, don't they? But we all lurves ya! There's going to be an apple festival at a local church this weekend - I may go check it out. I doubt that they have a cider press, tho, unless it's unlike any other church I've ever known. Another cold, dreary, drizzly day, but we're promised beauteous weather after Tuesday, so we shall see! Meanwhile, Happy Monday!
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10-03-2011, 09:49 AM
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10-03-2011, 09:53 AM
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You want an excuse? How about a group of Mumpers needing adult supervision?? Not me, of course, but you know that swampy...
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10-03-2011, 12:11 PM
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Adult? Ellen? BWAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAA!!!
Ok, she'll either laugh or I'll get sent off to reform school or whatever it is that happens. We shall see. Sneakin' in a quick post from irk just to say howdy. Yay a BBBobbio bambilance story! Laterz! Last edited by swampbear; 10-03-2011 at 12:11 PM.
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10-03-2011, 12:45 PM
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Apparently the people who had apples had a LOT of them. Apparently 1 bushel of whole apples will make 1 or more gallons of cider and there'd probably be about 300 gallons made for an average family each fall. It's pretty much all they drank. But, all the other apples would go into the N.O.T. cellar and would be cooked into various things.
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10-03-2011, 01:50 PM
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I would dearly love for someone to create a recipe web site that prohibits any recipe that has cream-of-anything soup as an ingredient. Then again, I'm probably the only person in the world who HATES HATES HATES cream-of-anything soup in any recipe. I refuse to use it.
The absolute worst was someone's interpretation of Cracker Barrel's hash brown casserole made with cream of frickin' chicken soup! ugh! So I guess I need to make up my own recipes. I'll show 'em all!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! That's all. Off to the kitchen with me.
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10-03-2011, 02:03 PM
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I am back at work. Well working from home and I really really really hate my job. Urgh. Gripe over I promise. I am grateful to be employed I just hate this current position. I also love cider. English alcoholic type cider.....yum!
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10-03-2011, 02:05 PM
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Cream of anything in Cracker Barrel Hash Brown Casserole?   The horror!
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10-03-2011, 02:47 PM
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Great OP, shortdrum and I'm glad to hear your sweetie made it through the nastiness too.
(((((Wiki))))) - betrayal is the toughest of things to understand, much less forgive but I hope you at least manage to make peace. (((((rosie))))), get well soon else I'll send you some of my really lethal spinach soup... Well done on bambilance duty too, BBBobbio, good to hear that you finally got dinner after all that excitement. Despite the mention of English and alcoholic (fitting the first and aspiring to the second), I cannot abide cider. Apples in most other forms are fine, but cider? Wouldn't give a farthing for it. In today's news, I have completed my online benefit claim and am now officially a workshy dole-scrounger. I have had a very busy first day of unemployment, I went to my mother's and from there I took her to the garden centre for compost, the other garden centre for bedding plants, the pub for lunch, the supermarket for groceries and the Big Blue Building for a new laptop. Very productive day for her, busy for me, and I have not long been home. Tomorrow I have to get my hair cut in the morning and then collect a parcel for 'im indoors from the post office as it arrived last week but requires a signature so someone has to go and fetch it. After that, I will probably be cleaning the bathroom in the afternoon, and then going to Fat Club in the evening followed by a catch-up gossip with a friend. Honestly, I really don't know how I found time for a job....
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10-03-2011, 03:22 PM
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Break from domestical attack. I just made a double batch of 'nanner bread, in the form of a dozen muffins and a square "loaf" - it smells really good in here. Then I built a ham-onion-N.O.T. casserole without cream of anything soup - I can make my own white sauce, thank you.
 I've got a bottle of hard cider in the fridge - it's really good. I may have it with supper tonight. All this cider talk is making me thirsty. Waiting for daughter and spousal unit to get home. Time to crochet some more, I guess.
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10-03-2011, 03:55 PM
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Culinary Boy went to the Big Farmer's Market in search of apples. We escaped with a .5 peck of white sweet potatoes and .5 peck of Arkansas Black apples. Those are the best apples I've had in decades. Seriously. I had an apple and a half and I ate the whole one down to the core. I usually just eat the skin and the little bit of flesh around the skin because storebought apples are not as crisp as they should be. These? These are very crisp.
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10-03-2011, 04:10 PM
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BBBobbio- - I just heard a report on the news about the buggy accident on Sat night - a truck hit the buggy and turned it over, and a girl riding in it was ejected and died.
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10-03-2011, 04:22 PM
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I am alive! Woo hoo! I have a real live diagnosis - it was not all in my head. All those years of "depression"? Weren't. I also don't have CFS, fibromyalgia, diabetes, hypothyroidism, or any of a list of diseases as long as my arm that I've been tested for over the years. It was a combination of uncontrolled asthma and UARS, at least that's the tentative diagnosis right now. TL,DR - I've been more or less suffocating. For at least the last 5 years. Although I've probably had both UARS and asthma since childhood.
I am so happy to feel alive again! I can think clearly! Hell, I can think, period. I don't wake up in pain every morning or burst into tears just because everything hurts so much. to infinity. Oh, and I went hiking this weekend. Hiking! Going to the grocery store used to be too much effort. Also, I have an iPad now, so I can keep up with the MMP during the day. I've missed you guys!
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10-03-2011, 04:43 PM
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I totally don't understand the obsession with cream of mushroom soup. It's totally revolting. Cream of chicken isn't much better. Blech.
I just got back from the dermatologist's office. She's baffled. Apparently the thing on my foot has all the markings of being a fungal infection, except that there's nothing whatsoever resembling fungal spores on the scraping slide. She's treating it as ringworm but said it might be a different fungus, which wont respond to this treatment. So, I have a followup in 2 weeks. I CLEANED MY DESK!!!!! I actually clean my desk at least once a week. I do everything at my desk; internet, school work, beading, clay, video games....everything. My life is 90% at my desk, 5% in bed, 5% everywhere else. It was a disaster area. I had a space for each arm to reach the keyboard and that was it. There were beads and clay and tools and school books all over it. Now it's clean!! I want to make it messy again. Unfortunately I have to do homework instead.
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10-03-2011, 05:02 PM
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Shadow yay for the diagnosis. Ok, not yay you got sump'n but yay for knowin' what and bein' able to deal. Also, yay, you're here!
Irk is over. Rah. Swiped General Tso's dindin on the way home. 'Twas good. Wednesday I go to Savannah. That's my life right now.
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10-03-2011, 05:19 PM
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Pygmy -- yikes!! on the OP
At least it has a happy ending! {{{Wiki}}} -- that hurts Also, how you doin' In other news -- what a day.... background; I'm currently already over-extended on *three* active projects (normal workload is one active project and one more either dormant or, if you're considered *good*, active as well). One of which was already in Crisis Mode, although we thought we had a handle on what was going on (took a little more work later, but I digress.) ... And then the boss asked me to pitch in on a *4th* project 'cause nobody else could figure out what was going wrong there and it's due to launch tomorrow.... So, after about an hour of looking at things I come up with a diagnosis, which is rejected by the regulars on the project as "impossible, that's not how the system is set up." Until after about 4 more hours they actually *look* where I told them to and, oooooops... it's possible after all.... Don't you love it when a plan comes together....  At least I'm pretty sure I'll get some high-level acknowledgment on this one ETA -- good to see you, Shadow, and even better news on the diagnosis! Last edited by Noone Special; 10-03-2011 at 05:21 PM. Reason: Shadow! :)
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10-03-2011, 05:32 PM
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Home from work, having a martini. Gonna sloth, and maybe text my "just friend"
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Hope FCD feels better after the shots. Ellen!!!!!!! Yay for a diagnosis, Shadow!!! Jeepers, Lunch. burning the candle at both ends and the middle, aren't you? swampy, Savannah? I'll be there in 2 years for the Hockey convention.
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10-03-2011, 05:50 PM
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Huzzah, Shadow!! So happy you're getting your life back!
Daughter stayed for supper, and it was yummerrific. She was very happy with the books we got her - did I mention I ordered an out-of-print set of Jacques Cousteau encyclopedia about ocean life? It looks brand new, so I'm thrilled. I also sent her home with some nanner muffins and some of the bread I made yesterday. Time to crochet the evening away. See ya folkses tomorrow!! MWAH!!
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10-03-2011, 06:56 PM
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Lurves my new job except that I can't Dope from the network there.
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