Author: marcia

Ron and I cleaned out the grass garden at Edgewater today. To my astonishment, there’s already a good 6-8 inches of new growth on one of the big grasses.

Crocus have started, also the grass in the oval. Much, much earlier than last year!

Khamla got a job offer and has given notice.

Ron’s biopsy came back negative.

The surgeon removed the pin from Ron’s foot. He is now permitted to walk bandage-less.

Best of all, Ron’s knee surgery has FINALLY been approved by the Worker’s Comp administrator.

I was going to bring Mr. Fluffles in for grooming, but we just can’t afford it. It’s not so much the grooming fee, but the anesthesia. Mr. Fluffles has the groomer too terrified to work on him unless he’s unconscious.

I don’t blame her.

Ron gave me a pair of gauntlet gloves to wear, and after trying all kinds of different grooming tools, I finally found one that seems to work.

It’s a great device with two sets of combs, one fine and one coarse. It works extremely well on Fluffles’ undercoat, and I was able to get rid of several nasty knots today, especially with the gloves on for protection.

It’s defined as a watery meat and vegetable stew, possibly derived from the reddish mud deposited in mine sluices, and Ron said his father would have used the term to describe tonight’s supper.

It’s a real word for a real dish, ugly-sounding, but there are recipes for it that look pretty good.

I made a thrown-together, one pot meal tonight, giving Ron fair warning ahead of time: a little cooked chicken, a can of vegetable soup from Ron’s old Berkeley larder, a can of kidney beans, leftover brown rice, and a good handful of Cheddar cheese.

Altogether satisfying I say, no matter what you call it.

We did some errands in Falmouth, then took a drive to the harbor to watch the sun set.

We ended up at the BBC for pizza two-fers.

Made me feel like a teenager again, only this time, with a proper date, and someone I like very much at that!

We had about 7 inches of snow on Saturday. Today, except for a few patches, it’s completely melted. So, I was able to do some clean-up of errant ornamental grass fronds.

Due mostly to neglect on my part, my laptop died, and I bought a new Windows 7 machine on Friday and picked it up Saturday morning, in the middle of the storm.

It was Ron’s idea to get it on Saturday and even though the driving was horrible, he was right. It gave me the day to poke around with the machine, and Sunday was extremely busy: transfer station and cleaning and cooking for a Patriots playoff party with the gang.

Everyone brought something to eat: matzo ball soup, quiche, linguine with shrimp. I made a spiral ham, scalloped potatoes and an apple cake from an very odd recipe in an old cookbook: a box of yellow cake mix, 3 eggs and a can of Comstock pie filling. That’s it. No water, no oil.

Between laundry, cooking, shoveling and other chores, it was a very busy weekend. Sunday night I was exhausted and hurting from my shoulders to my feet.

Really nice meatloaf recipe – seasoned ground turkey rolled up with prosciutto or copacolla, cheese, spinach, red pepper, wrapped with bacon and served with a red sauce.

It was fun to make bagels, although I have to work on the shaping. They taste pretty good, but the bagel maven won’t get a sample until tomorrow, so the jury is still out.