It heartens me to see more and more companies making organic
products available. This is a good thing! I am all for going back to the way
our grandparents ate. REAL food from gardens and farms
that don’t rely on chemical pesticides and antibiotics. But…..for certain foods
I don’t see how they can claim that it’s organic.
I refer to honey in particular.
How can a bee keeper guarantee the honey his bees produce is
I understand they have guidelines, like the area surrounding
the hives for a certain distance has to be pesticide free. Or the citrus grove
they are pollinating has to be certified organic.
BUT…..and to me this is a BIG BUT……how do they know the bees
within that area???
How do they know a rogue bee doesn’t one day wake up and
say, “I’m sick and tired of orange blossoms! I feel like some clover
today!” So he and his gang of hooligans
fly off to an unauthorized area and chow down?
Which leads me to other thoughts….such as when they find a
bee hive in someone’s wall….(that’s obviously been there for a loooong time and how did the homeowners
not hear it for so long??? But that’s another thought for another day…..) is
that some sort of street bee gang? Did they leave the hive because they were
tired of being oppressed? Are they making ‘meth’ honey to finance a bee
coup???? A world takeover??? Are they weaponizing their stingers??? And
suddenly, in my head, I have a whole underground bee culture going on……..
heat wave.....♪♫♪♫♪….. the temperature’s rising…….♪♫♪♫♪……it isn’t
as hell….♪♫♪♫♪…..and sweaty…..♪♫♪♫♪
and the a/c
in the house died!…..♪♫♪♫♪
(I know it
doesn’t rhyme but I’m working under duress here…..)
DATELINE: LAST THURSDAY The a/c
died. Long story short (sort of....lol) the tech told us the coil was leaking.
$2,500…..or new unit to replace what we have now $7,400 (which has never cooled
the house to my liking)….or new unit upgrade with duct work @ $10,000…….hmmmmm.
more Freon to get us through the weekend. But it only lasted that afternoon and
then the temperature in the house topped off at 86°.
every fan in the house going and all the shades drawn to keep out the sun. The a/c
wall unit in the garage is running and we have Husband’s big work fan trying to
blow the cool air from the garage into the house….
all that the temp climbs higher in here every day!
on the new coil and they ordered it on Friday. It’s coming from Texas….it’ll be
here by tomorrow (they think….) and then they have to schedule when they can
offering to drive to Texas to get it myself. It would have been faster and I
would have been in a nice cool car the whole way……but…..I decided against it.
In the meantime….I’m M-E-L-T-I-N-G…………(cue the Wicked Witch of the West
UPDATE: SUNDAY The tech came and added more Freon to keep us going until the part comes....and two hours later......BANG......WHOOOOOOSHHHHHHHH......the OUTSIDE unit blew! We are now getting a whole new system. Upgrading to a bigger unit, new duct work, new returns......BUT.......I'll be able to hang meat in here!
Technology is amazing. I find it remarkable you can hold a tiny
device in your hand, tethered to nothing, and have access to the world. ANYTHING you want….movies….music…information…..directions…..the
list goes on.
Wireless technology is magical. I don’t understand it and it
astonishes me. I’m sure there are gremlins involved in some way, they’re just
not telling us! LOL
And yet I’m totally unimpressed with the fact you can turn
on a radio and get music out of a box, or for that matter put a bunch of metal
tubes on your roof and have another box filled with pictures.
Radio waves don’t impress me but wireless technology does…..
Why is that?
I grew up with radio and TV so it just seems normal I guess.
But hand held devices impress the hell out of me!
Inspired by Koosje Koene’s Draw Tip Tuesday I decided
to try my hand (no pun intended...you'll get that in a minute....) at the newly arranged living room bookcase. I grabbed a ‘failed’ piece of paper from my
discard pile, a blue ballpoint pen and took a few minutes while listening to an
I often have trouble making art just for the sake of the
doing. I find myself asking why? To what end? What am I going to do with it? To
sell? To share? To exhibit?
If I can’t come up with a satisfactory answer I don’t do
anything. I get stuck in a quagmire of nothingness.
And I brood.
I get cranky which leads to depressed…..
Then I wonder what’s wrong with me.
And I wonder if some
of the adults I encountered in my formative years who tried to make me right
handed......or questioned some of the things I did, or said , or thought or believed…..I wonder if they didn’t fry some of my brain circuits.
During the depression my uncle
raised and sold chickens. My grandfather was out of work for four years during
that time but my mother said she never knew until she was much older. She
never felt deprived or poor. There was always food on the table. During the
winter months they had what my grandmother had ‘put up’ (i.e. canned) from the
Grandma was famous for her End of
the Garden Relish. A sweet relish made from green tomatoes and other stragglers
from the garden at the end of the growing season. She gave me the recipe and
I’ve made it once or twice but it was never as good as hers.
Grandma's recipe, in her own hand. Give it a try, it's yummy!
After all the hellos and hugs
Grandma went into grandma mode…..feeding us! The first question out of her
mouth after all the hellos was ALWAYS “You want a ‘toe-mah-toe’ sandwich?”
Mostly she asked this of BigBro but I got in on the deal.
Toasted tomato sandwiches on
homemade bread (sliced slightly thicker than store bought bread) with vine
ripened tomatoes from their garden. In all my life, before or since, I have
never had a sandwich that tasted as good as Grandma’s! And they kept coming! I
don’t remember what BigBro’s record was, but I’m sure he put a significant dent
in their tomato supply.
For my special treat Grandma
made cinnamon toast for breakfast. Every morning of our visit I got to have
cinnamon toast. And eggs! (keep in mind, as a kid, I was supposedly
allergic to eggs….among other things. And Grandma conveniently ‘forgot’ all my
Now THAT’S love….feeding your
grandchild food that could possibly have detrimental effects…..amiright?????
Next thought: Do you ever wonder…….. when some guy
decides he’s going to pop the question to his girlfriend in a really big way
and hires a sky writer to fly over a stadium at half time…….puffing out WILL
YOU MARRY ME, REBECCA? Do you ever think about the statistical possibility
of how many otherRebecca’s
there are in a crowd of 80,000 fans? And out of all those Rebecca’s how many of
them turn to their unsuspecting boyfriends shrieking YES and throwing
their arms around his neck because all the way to the stadium in the car she
was secretly hoping this would happen?
I wonder how many poor guys have been suckered this
We only visited my grandparents once
every four or five years. So when we did it was special. I remember the closer
we got to their house (after driving for hours on the New York State Thruway,
the MOST boring road in the universe) I would get antsy. I knew what was
coming. I had to get through the ‘hellos’. I HATED that part. All the hugging
and kissing and “My, how you’ve GROWN!” comments. But the part I hated most was
I didn’t mind so much that it reminded me of
What I hated was he’d hug me and
kiss me and ‘tickle’ me with that mustache. But it didn’t tickle, it scratched!
And left red marks on my neck! I hated those first few minutes of every visit.
But once we got that out of the way it was fun!