Happy anniversary, BBBoo. I’m looking forward to mine, everyone is so much fun. But, gosh everyone sounds so much more productive than me and sometimes I feel like I should get up and do something. I play with George for a while and feel like I’ve accomplished something, LOL.
Lucky, a (male) co-worker came down with gout and limped around until his wife got mad. His doctor suggested he start watching his diet and drinking, but prescribed pills. Co-worker also now swears by cherry juice and cherry juice supplements. He said that even with the pills, he could feel a flare-up starting after a family Thanksgiving meal and would slam the juice and it seemed to help. I don’t know if you want to suggest this to your husband, or just let him suffer until he decides to deal with it.
Metal MouseI’ve never read a post anywhere from someone doing 110, so very cool about that. I hope you keep having a great time and free internet.
Our community association has a agreement with the local food bank to take the excess produce and perishable food and give it to anyone in the community who shows up at the community center at 8am on the third Wednesday and all the other Thursdays of the month. I don’t know why the schedule is like that, I haven’t asked, they are all churchy people. I like churchy people but sometimes its best not to ask about churchy things unless you have a lot of time.
So anyhow I usually go and get some. Back in the before times, I could “shop”. Of course I couldn’t pick through the produce to find the best ones, but I could tell the volunteer that I only wanted 1 bunch of celery instead of the 5 bunches he was trying to give me. The world ended and now they make big boxes for people to pick up. You drive up, give them your name and how many people in your family (For their records, the boxes don’t change with more people. Or at least it didn’t get smaller when I lied and said there was only one person in our household instead of three.)
While I was waiting in line to get my box, I was seeing something yellow and was getting excited because that could be bananas or lemons, both of which we use almost daily. When I got close enough to see it was a big bag of Lay’s potato chips, which we don’t use at all and I was all sad and disappointed. When I got home and we went through the box, I found a bunch of bananas cleverly hidden under the chips and was happy again.
Our housekeeper was late because she also wanted a box, her adult daughter, son in law and three grandkids are living with her, so I always remind her to get a box and understand that she will be late. She got here to clean about 5 minutes after I got home and I let her “shop” out of my box. She took a case of coconut water, all of the chips, 10 lbs of potatoes but didn’t want the HUGE box of frozen chicken patties because she didn’t have room in her freezer.
I still had a box full of fresh bell peppers, tomatoes and stuff along with the other box of chicken, so hubs and I went to the food stamp office where I used to work and dropped it off for the workers (who must take it home themselves, they are forbidden to give food to their clients).
Breakfast happened at a Mama and Papa Mexican place and then we came home. That was so much activity that hubs and George had to take a nap, so I went out on the deck and happily watched it rain.
Tonight I will feast on baked brie (put in a baking pan, put a few pats of butter on top, sprinkle with garlic powder and back at 350 for about half an hour) and Texas Toast compliments of the community center church folks.
Did a load of whites, now it’s naptime, then the Expansion Draft.
When I got home I had to take the doggy out and start some laundry, but I’m finally on the couch with my foot up. My plans for the rest of the evening include a lot of quality sofa time.
In the past month I’ve ruined three, including one just today. It had only been on since Sunday afternoon. They’re supposed to last for two weeks. I think I’m just going to do finger sticks for a while.
