ONE WEEK LATER

It's one week later and my tightly furled roses are opening up and they smell wonderful, I shall change the water and add plant food and clip the stems and take another picture in a week, probably gonna be pretty ugly by then.

Today was my day off, it was lovely and sunny here, my coding buddy and I went to lunch at the Chinese place. I ordered prawns and fried rice. Yummy!

The price of gas has not dropped so being down to a half a tank, I filled up for exactly $22.22. Good poker hand.

I shopped a bit and came home and picked four cups of very large, sweet blackberries.
I decided to make freezer jam. Reading the directions on the box of Pectin, I sugared my berries and added some lemon juice and let that sit for ten minutes.
In a separate pan I boiled the pectin in water and poured that over the berries and stirred for three minutes. I then filled four 18 ounce plastic containers for freezer jam. There were a couple tablespoons left over so I spread it on a toasted buttered bagel. Jeez, good stuff. Hope the jam sets over night.

Woke from a very odd working dream

I woke this morning from a dream in which I was sitting in a fairly large lawyers' office. There were several lawyers and a judge going over material for a case. The case involved some sort of alcohol related injury. They had called in me and another person to help them with the coding. I was looking through a very fat book sized code book that had been all neatly tabbed with injury diagnoses. Under each heading were all the alcohol related codes. In the non dream world, no such book exists. I remember commenting so to the other person who came with me. The other person was the Marketing Director for the hospital, who as far as I know does only marketing social type stuff. Weird. At one point we were discussing a tricky point of coding and I suggested that we look at the coding guidelines to give strength to our argument about what ever the heck we were arguing about. The coding guidelines book turned out to be in a huge yellow book and I commented that the guidelines usually consisted of about 25 pages located in the front of the ICD9-CM code book. I then looked around and there was a very large shelf of code books all from the same vendor being used by this law office as reference books. At this point I think I woke up from pure boredom.

I know from consulting the dream site previously that dreaming about work in general means frustration or some darn thing. Jeez, frustrated and bored. I think I will go read a more intersting book, wash three loads, meet my coding buddy for lunch and do some bidness. There I think I captured all the elements of my dream. Erk.

Third time is the charm, consumer advocacy, glass finger nail file

I had nearly resigned myself to NOT receiving the third replacement of the smaller, more fragile, easily broken glass finger nail file. Knock, knock, knock upon my door about 7 pm, the brown trucking company dropped off this nice sturdy package.





Well looky here ... it is an UNBROKEN glass finger nail file and yes, it does file rather nicely. I guess the copy of my blog I enclosed last time may have convinced them to change the package. Thank you Budk Knife Store.

Happy Birthday Mom

Just in case anyone managed to successfully block it out, Sunday is Mom's 82nd birthday. She does get around in her scooter for some shopping at the large corporate grocery store. She continues to rely heavily upon local family members for transportation to the pharmacy and doctors appointments and to the lab for blood tests and she is truly thankful, honest.

Virginia is the youngest of six children, the first child, a boy, died at birth. They were all raised in Colorado until they moved by train and car from Colorado to Emmett, Idaho in the mid to late 30's. 1937 I think.

They lived in several places until finding the place out west of town. I have fond memories of that place; mostly Grandma Horn's pies but I digress.

Virginia had to quit school after 8th grade gradation. Her father refused to let her continue high school. She actually lived in town for a while,boarded with a lady whose family owned one of the down town stores. She met Dad and they married in 1945and lived in a very tiny trailer house. I was the first child of seven. Mom was busy and worked hard at cooking and cleaning, Dad was busy and worked hard to support the family.

Mom and Dad loved to go dancing. I remember attending dances at Ola,the kind where you brought your potluck cake or sandwiches, pitched in at midnight to pay for the piano player and the other musicians. If you wanted a drink you went out side and took a pull from the jug in the car. Drinking was not allowed in the dance hall.

I also learned how to play pinochle from Mom and Dad and was even privileged enough to be invited to pinochle parties when I was much older.

So take a minute and give a thought and if your mother's birth day is Sunday, September 7, give her a call and wish her happy birthday.

Price of Gas and Pink Ladies

As you can see the price of gasoline has dropped a whole whopping six cents per gallon. My summer purchase of $4.20 per gallon is sitting in the basement in the 5 gallon gas can. This is not something that can be banked. Will have to recycle that fuel soon, however we do have two gas mowers that are presently in working condition.



These lily type flowers just bloomed, September seems an odd time of year to get blooms but these just sneak in every year, not much greenery goes with these but perhaps First Nations can put the proper taxonomy to them when she gets back from vacation.

Happy early Birthday to meeeeeee

Oooh aren't they pretty?? Received lovely bouquet delivered today. Following instructions, put packet of flower food in water in vase, cut one inch off each stem and lovingly inserted each of the two dozen roses, they are various colors and they smell wonderful. Decided to light the candles on the mantle for the effect. Nice,huh? Thank you, Darling Man.

Messes, magic lanterns and magnets.

What a mess, I can't find my necklaces in all this jumble, especially the magnetic clasp ones without dragging out a rats nest of sparklies.




Oh, look, there is a metal lamp right beside my bed.




Ah much better...must restrain myself from putting magnets on the other stuff. Lamp may eventually fall over and NO it does not in any way resemble the lighting found in Houses of Ill Repute, so there!