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*wipes dust off blog*

First of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (You know who you are.)

This time of the year is just brutal, in terms of things to do and time in general. I’ve been incredibly busy with year-end and holiday stuff, and December is racing by, leaving me scrambling even though I got an early start.

The end of November had me hobbling around the office, getting my year-end accounting done, an annual project that I absolutely despise.

I got some Christmas things out and in the mail, and finally finished knitting a wonderful alpaca cardigan for my favorite cousin, only to mail it to her OLD address. Now, I’m tracking the package and hoping it will find it’s way back to me so that I can re-post it. I surely hope it doesn’t get lost. Please. Pretty Please.

After being advised yesterday that some parts of Texas actually got some snow, we did too in the evening, in a veritable flurry of big fat snowflakes.

Nevertheless, I’m still kind of “bah humbug”. Perhaps that will change. πŸ™‚


I hope that everyone had a nice Thanksgiving and a nice meal. It’s a tradition I miss quite a lot, and I find myself thinking fondly of past Thanksgiving dinners on that day.

It’s been an interesting two weeks here, being somewhat hindered at walking properly and not being able to drive. I got rid of the crutches on day 2 and just hobbled along merrily. What was really difficult was wearing that huge brace 24/7 (it went from the top of the leg all the way down to just inches above the foot). I finally stopped wearing it on Sunday, and have now resorted to using kinesiological tape and a normal knee brace to keep from bending it all the way, as the surgeons warned me that even weeks later, it can still tear open again and that I needed to be careful for a while. It looks good though, thinks me.

I’ll pull the stitches out this evening, this being the 15th day. I will, however, continue to sleep on the couch as I am not yet confident that I will mess it up by climbing the ladder to the loft, where I usually sleep.

At least now, I’ll have scars on both knees. πŸ˜‰

The Adventures of Stupid (Me)

First of all, I’ve been keeping this picture to myself for too long and would now like to share it:

I’ve been placing a wide board across the bottom of the kitchen doorway to block the kitchen in an eventual escape of the Little Guy. Not a big problem, I spent all kinds of time stepping over it, but yesterday afternoon, as it got darker, I was deep in thought and wanted into the kitchen for something or another. I completely oversaw the board and fell over it into the kitchen, onto my granite tiles.

Checking the damage afterward, I noticed that one knuckle on my hand was bleeding and the knee didn’t feel so great. I saw that it was busted open and was about to put a large bandage on it, when I felt that something about it didn’t look right. I dashed next door to my folks and got a second opinion, and ended up in the emergency room.

To make a long story short, the surgeon removed part of the bursa, which I’d damaged, and stitched me up. I get to wear a brace for the next two weeks to keep me from bending the knee.

Crutches suck. So does stupidity.

The Best Weeks of the Year

No, I haven’t drowned in that little pool. It’s spent some time in the basement, in fact, as the heatwave ended (and started again yesterday, so it’s back up).

It’s been a bit busy around here, and in between, I’ve been living La Dolce Vita, realizing that it is strawberry season and that these weeks are the best weeks of the summer. So, I’ve concentrated on LIVING them and ENJOING them to the fullest.

First, we had to get rid of a rather large pine tree that was infested by bark beetles and was dying. To do this, we hired a professional “tree climber”.

I’ve also been doing some of this:

…and enjoying the bounties of the season by having buttered tagliatelli with fresh truffles*….

..and making crepes and filling them with a homemade strawberry filling and garnishing them with fresh strawberries and cream:


*I was gifted a truffle slicer some 15 years ago and always use it to slice garlic. This year, I finally used it to slice real truffles. ‘Bout time.

Whilst being glued….

…to the news and to Twitter, Spring seems to have come and I almost didn’t notice.

Our temperatures are going mild for at least the next ten days and by then, we’ll be in to March which at this latitude, often has nice, sunny and mild days in store for us. It will be time to get back out and get the garden in shape and “dust off” the moats left by winter.

In March I also get to get my new “teeth”. I fought with the molar nerve for a week, my primary weapons being ibuprofen and vitamin B – and I won. It stopped throbbing on Monday and has been fine since. No root canal for this gal, no sir.

I’m Awarding A Huge Big Gold Star…

…to myself for having made it through the 4-hour dental appointment yesterday. I’m very glad to have it behind me.

Bad enough the appointment started at 8.30 a.m., I ended up going there without having any coffee, as coffee seems to be one of the triggers of my hot flashes and I didn’t want be in that dental chair breaking into a glistening sweat every 15 minutes. (Plus, it might have frightened the dentist).

Before he got started, I told him about that odd dream I had some time ago where he wanted to pull out all of my teeth so that they would fit better when put back in, and he really had a good chuckle about it. (Now, there’s probably a remark in my dental records referrring to my mental health.)

When he finally finished getting those four (adjacent) teeth ready by removing old fillings and the last of my gold crowns, that side of the mouth, at least to my tongue, hat an eerie resemblence to pictures I’ve seen of Aleppo.

Either way, I’ve made it through the worst of it and if the nerve he got a bit too close to with the drill settles down again, muting the point of a root canal, I’m a happy camper.

Just not sure why the appointment in March to get the final caps put in place is also a 3 1/2 hour shingding.

Not thinking about it.

Oh Marten

There have always been martens on and around the property, and though I am fully aware that they like the taste of some rubber automotive parts, they’ve never touched one of my cars. So, when I checked the fluid levels this morning, I made a suprising finding.

On the underside of the hood, there is a mat attached, for thermoprotective purposes, I guess. There have been holes in it before, which I’ve always contributed to mice in the past.

This morning, the holes were a bit larger and there was a huge hose laying in there:


It’s about 35 cm long and I looked and looked, but have no idea where it is supposed to go. The engine ran fine for my small trip to the grocery store, the heating worked (thank goodness, we had 14F this morning).

Here’s the hose in its entirety.

I was able to do a internet search on the part number, but all that told me that its a “hose”. Duh. Looking through most of the 700 page repair manual for my car also revealed nothing. So, I’m off to my trusty mechanic on Monday.

Martens, sheesh.

The Kitchen Sink

I actually managed to install the new kitchen sink just before Christmas. (The old one was a white sink, made of synthetic materials, the surface of which after about 18 years had become porous and thus highly susceptible to staining.)

Though the job, which should have taken no more than half an hour, ended up costing me an entire afternoon and a trip to the DIY store.

I started at 3 p.m. The new sink was delivered with it’s own p-trap and all that other junk that leads the water from the sink to the other plumbing (I’m lacking the proper terms for all that). Either way, using the new plumbing accessories wasn’t making it possible to connect to the existing pipe on the wall. I tried a combination of old and new. I went to the basement and retrieved an assortment of plumbing accessories, sat on the kitchen floor surrounded by pipe segments, siphons and p-trap and tried to make it all fit, to no avail.

After buying the needed fittings at the DYI, I got it working at around 7 p.m., stiff and sore from kneeling/sitting/crawling on the floor. But, got it done, and that’s the point, I guess.

The Perks, yes the Perks

I stumbled upon this in my 2003 archives and have decided to post it again, mainly because 13 years later, it rings even truer.

The Perks of Being Over 40 50

– Kidnappers are not very interested in you.

– In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first.

– No one expects you to run into a burning building.

– People call at 9PM and ask, β€œDid I wake you?”.

– People no longer view you as a hypochondriac.

– There is nothing left to learn the hard way.

– Things you buy now won’t wear out.

– You can eat dinner at 4PM.

– You can live without sex but not without glasses.

– You enjoy hearing about other peoples’ operations.

– You get into heated arguments about pension plans.

– You have a party and the neighbors don’t even realize it.

– You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.

– You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room.

– You sing along with elevator music.

– Your eyes won’t get much worse.

– Your health plan is beginning to pay off.

– Your joints are more accurate meteorologists than the national weather service.

– Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can’t remember them either.

– Your supply of brain cells is finally down to manageable size.

Contributed at the time by Jen.

Bah, Humbug

Christmas is just around the corner. I know this because every imaginable shopping source is trying to sell me something and various charities, some obscure, are breaking down my door via my mailbox.

I’ve decided not to participate in the Christmas lunacy this year. There will be no tree, no decorations, no advent wreath, no christmas cookies. It has been a terrible year in many ways, and I refuse to take part in the collective mass pretention of everyone pretending to be loving each other and all of the other “peace on earth and good will to men” b.s.

Instead, I’ve decided that instead of buying twinkling things, sparkly things, pine things, candles, trinkets, etc., I’m going to donate 100 € and split it into donations to UNHCR, Amnesty International, and Wikipedia.

I’m also seriously considering a subscription to Mother Jones, the digital version only costs $ 12 a year. This reader-supported, non-profit news source is worth supporting.

*gets off of the soap box*