the broken winter is almost over

In progress, almost five months later.

Our old, tree-damaged front door has been removed and a new one has been installed.

Two weeks ago a lot of men showed up to fix things.  I’m not sure why this particular day was selected by two different crews, but it was very exciting to look out my office window and see this:

They were everywhere!

Our horrible old slider was removed and replaced, too.  Check out the old front door in the dumpster.

The tree removal crew arrived also.  There were three of them, plus a bucket truck.  It took almost two days to saw the branches from the tree.  We were thrilled to have that done, because we’d had another branch fall down in the driveway.  It was a disaster waiting to happen.

The car windshield repair guy was supposed to arrive during that week, but the wrong windshield was ordered and had to be reordered.

But the car windshield is fixed now.

As is the car, which scared us to death with a blinking engine light and all sorts of terrible noises.  We rented a car while it was being fixed, though I left my EZ Pass transponder in the rental car and have to get a new one.

The mysteriously broken house windows will be replaced in May.

The new doors will be painted and wall repairs made in May also, because I won’t let the crew return until then.  We are quarantining now so NOTHING–no Covid, no flu, no cold– interferes with Banjo Man’s surgery.  As my grandson has taught me and loves to hear me say, “I have spoken.  This is the way.”

It’s Star Wars speak.

Our propane fireplace is burning nicely now that it has been repaired…twice…after having no heat upstairs for all of January.

The electrician returned for the fourth (fifth?) time and fixed the light switch that turns on the light over the stairs.  He was quite the character.  I hid in my office the last two times he was here because I was tired of being nice to him.

The Austin condo is almost fixed, too!!!  This has been a long and stressful and frustrating project, but it comes to an end today when the dishwasher is reinstalled and a tile backsplash is applied to the wall by the sink.

Will and I think it will be beautiful.

And in eleven days Banjo Man will be fixed, too.  That is more important than everything else put together.

And then the Winter of Broken Things will be behind us.

I have spoken.

 

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fifty-nine days away

In 59 days, Banjo Man and I will be arriving in Spokane.  Last night I received an email from Southwest stating they have changed our flights.  No surprise there.  Southwest is very good at changing flights.

I just hope they don’t cancel them entirely, the way they did last year.

So instead of arriving at midnight, we are landing at 2:30 pm.  We’d planned to spend the night in Spokane, but I don’t know what we’re doing now.

We are arriving in June instead of April due to Banjo Man needing surgery.

I haven’t blogged about this before now.  But it’s time.

Last October, two days before the tree fell on the roof, we suspected Banjo Man would be dealing with prostate cancer.   Blood tests showed his PSA number had risen quite a bit.  A special scan before Thanksgiving showed there was cancer localized on one edge of the prostate.

Extensive biopsies in early January showed that he was in more trouble than anyone imagined.  Prostate cancer is measured by a Gleason score, 1-10.  We were dealing with 9/10 on all sixteen samples taken.  It’s a very aggressive cancer.

As explained to us:  this cancer can’t be cured, but it can be treated.

That’s the important thing to remember.

We fought cancer three years ago.  And we will do it again.

We opted for hormone treatments combined with radiation instead of surgery. Unfortunately, after several weeks of brutal side affects, a trip to the ER and radiation having to be postponed, Banjo Man is back to the surgical option.

And that happens on Monday,  April 18th, in New Haven.  Banjo Man has a top surgeon who has performed over 2500 robotic prostate removals.   This guy is the real deal and we are so lucky he agreed to operate.

There is a 15% chance this surgery will cure the cancer.

There is either an 85% chance or a 50% chance he will need radiation within the year.  That number depends on which doctor we’re talking to.

The surgery won’t be easy, nor will the recovery.  But four weeks later he should be back to normal.  There will be no procedures, shots or radiation for at least six months.

Which gives Banjo Man plenty of time to enjoy his cabin.

Banjo Man in his happy place.

And that is where you will find him this summer.  We’ve become really good at “enjoying the moment” and that’s exactly what is going to happen in the future.

So on April 18, say a prayer.  Cross your fingers.  Think good thoughts.

Until then, you can find us on the couch in front of the tv.  We’re resting up for what’s ahead.  And eating popcorn.

 

 

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happy food faces

March went by quickly and I couldn’t be happier about that.  March?  Not a fan.

But these pictures make me smile.

Son Ben came to visit for a week during his Spring Break.

Ben enjoying lunch at Paul’s Pasta in Groton, CT.

Nancy celebrated her birthday.  I made the cake!  Congratulate me, because this is not a skill that comes naturally.  There will be more about that in another blog when I will ask you about digital coupons.

And here’s Banjo Man at Andino’s in Providence.  He was in Hour #2 of wearing his new hearing aids.

We love the hearing aids.  Doesn’t he look pleased?

Here is our happy daughter at Paul’s Pasta.  She even bought a t-shirt.

And here’s a little reminder of the joy of eating out, compliments of Denny’s, where Ben, Nancy and I enjoyed brunch.

Also during Ben’s week here:

We watched a lot of NCAA basketball.  We cheered for Providence College (home team) and of course, GONZAGA!

Banjo Man and I were so happy for company.  We have watched a zillion hours of television during this long winter.  Daughter-in-law Amber sent us gourmet popcorn and our favorite little boxes of min-malted milk balls.

Sometimes that was dinner.

Before you freak out at that, sometimes we had bowls of frozen fruit.  And Honey Nut Cheerios.

Dinner is just a snack around here.

Except for last night, because I made meatballs.  There had been a sale on ground beef and I was inspired.

Speaking of meatballs…it’s time for lunch.

 

 

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ghosts of the past

Sixty years ago today Banjo Man was snowshoeing to the top of Sam’s Mountain, across the saddle to Green’s Ridge and onward, to end up near the top of Green’s Ridge.

He and his friend Gary Palmer wanted to see the snow ghosts.

Snow ghosts, you ask?  They are the tops of the trees covered with snow.  Can  you imagine how deep the snow was?

They started their trek at dawn and didn’t return until dark.  They stopped twice to build campfires and dry their socks.

Before the fires went out, they had dropped three feet down into the snow.

Banjo Man has had lots of adventures, but this is one of the scariest and most impressive of them all.

But he was only twenty years old at the time.  Invincible.

I didn’t know him then.  If I had, I would never have sanctioned this trip.  Never in a million, zillion years would I have chirped, “Have a nice time.”

In fact I would have thrown a fit that would have been loud enough to start an avalanche.

So…Banjo Man was smart enough to do such wild things before he met me.

He might still have that hat.

 

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bread bags and skinny chickens

As we all know, the cost of living has gone up.  Way up.  Grocery shopping is a grim chore, even though we no longer have to wear a mask.  People are experiencing “price shock” in every aisle.

Gas is almost $5.00 a gallon.

Yesterday morning the host of my local radio station asked how listeners used to save money, you know, back in the old days (I think he was referencing the 1970’s and the gas crisis).  One man texted that his mother used to put bread bags over his socks to keep his feet dry.

The radio host and his producer were aghast.  There were jokes about wagon trains.

I was taken aback.  When my kids were in elementary school, bread bags were part of life.  If boots were wearing out in March there was no way I was going to buy new ones that would be outgrown by next winter.  So bread bags saved the day, keeping socks and feet dry in case the boots leaked.

Okay, that was forty years ago.  In a remote mountain town where kids didn’t care about what they wore.  Bread bags got the kids through mud season.  And then?  Sunshine and new sneakers!

I told my friend Ruth about this.  She lives in RI, but once married a Wisconsin man and learned how to cook raccoons and squirrels, can everything she grew and drive in three feet of snow.  A sparse existence, to say the least, but she and I agreed that we had learned a lot about survival when we were in our twenties.

We worried about how families today are going to make it through this crisis of inflation when everything costs so much more than it used to.

My friend Retired Mountain Lady wrote about our Idaho lives together, when we were young and poor and making do with what we had.  You can read about it here:

https://retiredmtnlady.blogspot.com/

Check out the February 15 post.  And yes, we poached a deer.  And butchered it on her kitchen table.

I asked Ruth what advice she would give young families today about how to save money on food and make ends meet.  What a discussion we had…and then we poured ourselves another cup of coffee and made a list.

First of all, if you can, buy a freezer.  Take advantage of sales.  Cook casseroles and freeze them (therefore avoiding last minute takeout meals when you’re too tired to cook).  Frozen vegetables are just as nutritious as fresh ones.

Shop in the cheapest stores you can find.  And/or shop the sales in all of the local supermarkets (Banjo Man is good at this, but I’m not).  Keep a list and only go once a week.  Or every two weeks.  Make a two-week meal plan and stick to it.

Be creative with what you have on hand.  Don’t waste anything.  I freeze little bags of leftover rice and use them in soups.  In fact, I save a lot of little things for soup.  And I make a lot of soup–and then I freeze it in 4 cup containers.

Forget buying paper towels.  Buy a dishrag or use a washcloth.  Paper napkins?  Nope.  Use cloth ones and give each person in the family their own color so they can reuse them.  You’re doing laundry anyway so don’t waste your money on paper.  And–don’t hate me for this one–use cloth diapers when you and the baby are at home.

I used to use half powdered milk and half real milk for the kids.  And put an extra can of water in the orange juice pitcher.  Generic cereal or oatmeal for breakfast.

(When I sold my first book and cashed the advance, I took the kids to the grocery store and let them each pick out a Name Brand Cereal as part of the celebration.  They were ecstatic and it took a long time for them to decide.)

Grow what you can.  If you can.  Ruth had a vegetable garden–and still does–but I’m not a gardener.  We had fruit trees, though, so I had plenty to barter with.

Plan one or two meatless meals a week.  Dried beans are your friend.

Make soup in the crock pot.  A ham bone is a gift from the gods.

Breakfast for dinner!  Eggs and pancakes are cheap enough.

In the bread bag days, I bought whole chickens for 12 cents a pound at a discount warehouse market.  They were the oldest, skinniest chickens that ever arrived on a grocery shelf.  I would boil one, pick it clean, use the meat in two casseroles (plenty of rice and broccoli in those casseroles!) and wind up with a pot of chicken soup.  Now I buy large packs of chicken breasts and cook them–covered in water– in the crock pot, which gives me a ton of shredded chicken to freeze for future casseroles, soups and salads.

Those store-roasted chickens are often two-for-one on certain days of the week or certain times of the day.

Ruth swears by her new Hot Pot, which turns cheap cuts of meat into tender morsels of goodness in less than half an hour.

None of these suggestions are revolutionary, but a lot of little savings does add up.  And right now every little bit helps.

Share what you do–or did–to feed the family in difficult times!!!

 

 

 

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fox and friends

No, not the news channel.  Take a deep breath.  You know I stay away from politics on the blog, right?

The view from my office window.

It is finally, finally, FINALLY March.  The temps are above 30 (for the moment), the sky is blue and the driveway is now a slick combo of ice and mud.

Life is very, very quiet here in our little section of the woods.  So the appearance of a fox grooming himself on our driveway was incredibly exciting.

He seemed to be having trouble with his tail.  I thought it had a dent in it, but Banjo Man thought perhaps that was just the way a fox tail looked.  Of course we Googled it.  I have determined our local fox is suffering from mange.

#internetvet

We’ve had visitors before.  A sick coyote.  A sleepy fox.  Numerous deer and turkeys.  Two sightings of an elusive fisher.  Owls.  Hawks.  Aggressive squirrels and comical chipmunks.

But no Russian soldiers.

We take such peace for granted, of course.  Banjo Man and I have the luxury of spending quiet mornings watching wildlife and enjoying those second mugs of coffee.

My prayers are with those fighting for their lives and their country.

 

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new kid in the kitchen

This is my new Elite Cuisine Model 4829 toaster.  And yes, this sucker is very long.  It’s designed to toast those long slices of sourdough bread of which Banjo Man is so fond.

Two weeks ago our toaster died and my two-month-old portable heater died.  I loved both of them, but they are now belly-up in the dumpster.  Remember when the tree fell on the house?  Well, we’ve had a dumpster in our parking area in the driveway for over four months now as we wait for our front and back doors to be replaced.

I really, really wish it wasn’t there.  We have to park in the driveway, which is a great big circle and very hard to back around.  Just ask the Amazon drivers, UPS guys, mail lady and propane deliverymen.  One of us runs out and drives the car around so these people don’t have to back up.

Not exactly “back up friendly”, especially when there is snow and ice layered on it. (photo from 2019)

But I digress…

So, I ask you, when did toasters stop costing $12.00??????

This one was $30.  Huh?  If I’d wanted the black version I would have had to pay $41.  Stainless steel?  $44.  Some were $129.  I was amazed, but of course I shouldn’t have been.  After all, we’d paid 2 1/2 times the price for an upright freezer last fall than when we bought one ten years ago.  The price doubled in 2021.

I didn’t set out to buy an extra-long toaster.  Sure, I wanted those 1.5″ wide slots.  But I live and die by Amazon reviews and the toaster reviews were so confusing that I almost gave up.  Toasting a piece of bread on a stick over an open fire (think “Outlander”) began to sound like a good idea.  I have a gas stove top and a package of wooden skewers.  What could go wrong?

The reviews on the thirty or forty toasters I looked at online ranged from, “I love this toaster so much!”  to “This monster set my kitchen on fire,” to “If you buy this toaster you’re an idiot.”

And so on.

I had to get on with my life and finally clicked on this particular model of toaster and sent it to my shopping cart.  It hadn’t set any kitchens on fire or burst into spontaneous flames or died after three weeks, at least not that any reviewers had reported.

So…fingers crossed.

I have yet to plug it in, but I’m going to do that now.  And will open a jar of apricot jam to celebrate having toast again.

I can’t wait to make apricot jam this summer.

 

 

 

 

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drink up

There’s a bit of bright news this morning, in the last week of February, in the so-far-disappointing and grim Year of 2022,  with cold temps still surrounding us with ice and misery.

(I am feeling dramatic this morning).

And the good news, you ask?  It’s National Margarita Day!!!

Dancing Mandolin Player.

I think we should all celebrate, don’t you?

A Christmas vacation margarita in Austin.

More margaritas in Austin. SXSW makes me thirsty.

No, Funny Grandson!  Do not imitate your Party Grandma!  It’s Margarita Day, not Root Beer Float Day!

And here we have a little partying goin’ on at the Floater, on the lake.  We were in the midst of a heat wave and needed lots of fluids.

Margaritas are meant to be enjoyed with others.

So grab a friend tonight and dig out that blender.  I’m sure you have a bottle of tequila somewhere…

 

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looking ahead to spring 2022

No, we are not buying an RV, though the urge to get in the car and head west on yet another road trip is always tempting.

My friend Ruth and husband went to the Springfield RV show for the weekend.  I suspect a new RV is in their future…and maybe an adventurous trip or two.

Harley Chick and Hot Rod Russ, who already own a super-large motor home, are heading south in about three weeks.  I suspect they won’t want to come back after experiencing warm, sunny weather.

I was inspired to make plane reservations this morning.  I had to cancel the April flights and rebook for early June, but that’s okay.  We’ve had lots of medical issues to deal with during this Winter From Hell, but we still have lots to look forward to and the fun starts in June.

We need fun.

I know my gardening friends (and there are so many of you!) are waiting for the seed catalogs to arrive in the mail and for the snow and ice to melt.

And here in Rhode Island?  We had a wild, windy rainstorm last night, but you’ll be pleased to know that no trees fell on the house.  The sun is shining now and it feels like spring.

Hurray for spring!  We’re expecting a cold weekend, but it warms up again next week.  Yes, just as it does every year.

Only ten more days of February. 

 

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be my valentine 2022

I decorated.

This is an aloe Vera plant I brought home from Austin.  Son Will grows massive aloe Vera plants, so at Christmas I asked to take a small one home.  I have great respect for the medicinal value of its gel and wanted to have my own supply on hand.

He hesitated.  He hesitated????

Clearly he didn’t think I could take care of a plant.  I’m not a plant person.  My thumb is not green and never shall be, but…I try.

Despite my son’s protectiveness this little plant came home in my carry-on bag and has survived quite nicely, thank you.

I frequently send Will pictures like this one to prove it is still alive.

Six inches of snow dumped on us yesterday and overnight.  The plow just came.  I don’t think anyone expected a storm.  We were all focused on Super Bowl food.

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY from the Northeast, where it is still winter and the sun is shining.

 

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