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Diary #850

Typically, I put the shutters back up around the middle of October, when I can see from the two-week forecast that we’re heading back into the rainy season. The main reason for that is, the rains typically precede the cold here, and I don’t want to try installing the shutters in the rain.  But this is supposed to be a wonky El Niño year, so I’m not surprised to see a very unusual (for us) alternation of cold and warm, rainy and dry, for the rest of this month.  So because the forecast called for light freeze both Saturday and Sunday nights, and rain on both Friday and Saturday, I decided to install them last Thursday.  When I designed these, I could handle them alone with some effort, but since my body has been catching up to its chronological age for the past five years, it now takes a lot of effort.  Taking them down again in April is much easier because gravity is on my side, but we’ll see how I do putting them back up next October.  And I won’t be at all surprised if I start needing help to do it in the next year or two.

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I’ve never seen [corruption] like this outside…of a TV show.
–  Mark Begnaud

I recently remembered another favorite from Sesame Street, and it’s even seasonally appropriate!  The links above the video were provided by Shiv Ramdas; Franklin Harris; Jesse Walker and Franklin Harris again; Mike Siegel; David Ley; T. Greg Doucette; and IncarcerNation, in that order.

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I find paywalls distasteful, and so many people find this blog valuable as a resource I just can’t bring myself to install one.  Furthermore, I find ad delivery services (whose content I have no say over) even more distasteful.  But as I’m now semi-retired from sex work, I can’t self-sponsor this blog by myself any longer.  So if you value my writing enough that you would pay to see it if it were paywalled, please consider subscribing; there are four different levels to fit all budgets.  Or if that doesn’t work for you, please consider showing your generosity with a one-time donation; you can Paypal to maggiemcneill@earthlink.net or else email me at the same address to make other arrangements.  Thanks so much!

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Thank God It’s Friday

Since I retired, I’ve noticed an unusual phenomenon: I find myself looking forward to Friday, and when it arrives I feel a kind of contentment that lasts until Sunday, when I start to have anxiety about looming responsibilities.  As I explained a few months ago,

…since none of the jobs I had after 1987 had traditional Saturday-Sunday weekends, that inability to feel free of looming responsibilities eventually seeped into every day off, aggravating my lifelong characteristic inability to relax into a lifelong Sunday-shaped pathology: unless I was actually under the influence of a drug, whatever tasks I might have to accomplish were always lurking behind me, impossible to ignore regardless of my efforts to pretend they weren’t there.  But now, five years into my retirement, I’m at last starting to have a little success in convincing myself that there really aren’t any obligations haunting my free time…

When I wrote that I hadn’t really begun to notice the Friday effect yet, but over the summer it became quite pronounced.  Sure, as a child I looked forward to Fridays, not only because I’d have a few days off from the dreaded school and could look forward to Saturday morning cartoons, but also because almost until my early teens I spent many Friday evenings sleeping over at Maman‘s house.  In my teens Saturday became D&D day, another good reason to look forward to the weekend, and around 1980 (I think) the local PBS station started playing classic horror movies late Friday night; a few years later they started running Third Doctor episodes of Doctor Who on Friday nights (the Fourth Doctor was on Saturday nights).  Then in the early ’90s, while I was a librarian, Fridays became D&D day for a year or so.  But that was over 30 years ago, and I honestly can’t recall anything special about Fridays since then, except maybe a few Sci-fi channel shows of the late ’90s and early Oughts; during all my escorting years, Friday was just like any other day, and I can’t recall and special memories of Grace associated with the day.

And yet, the feeling of Friday as somehow special persists, and if anything is slowly growing more pronounced.  I have no explanation for this, other than the strange persistence of emotional memories, but it’s not an unpleasant association.  So I’m just going to enjoy it, and accept it as a strange and wonderful little blessing from the deep recesses of my brain.

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Diary #849

As I explained recently, I’ve been cooking for those I love for most of my adult life, so cooking just for myself can seem like a chore.  And that’s even more true when it comes to desserts; it seems almost silly to bake a cake or pie or cookies if I’m the only one who’s going to be eating them.  But since I do like my little treat with my tea and show while unwinding in the hours before bed, it’s either make them myself or buy them from a store, which is far more disagreeable to me than making them.  And besides, I can’t let all that fruit growing on my property go to waste.  So I’ve started to get into the habit of baking on Sundays; when I go into town for groceries on Monday or Tuesday I bring some of the pie or cake or cookies for Chekhov and Yellowbird, and then I have enough for one piece myself each night for most of the week.  Last week I got off-schedule and made an apple pie on Wednesday, which meant by Sunday afternoon there were only two slices left; that inspired me to make more crust and simply walk out back for a few more apples to create another pie.  I’ve also discovered that making several smaller batches of salsa or whatever seems less daunting than one big batch, so that’s how I’m doing it now.  Changing the habits of a lifetime can be difficult, but when one’s circumstances change it’s also necessary.  And though it’s probably harder for me than it would be for someone less OCD than I am, I feel like I’m doing OK.  And once I settle into the new routines, perhaps I won’t feel Grace’s absence quite so keenly.

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Diary #848

Sometimes I feel as though Grace is watching over me.  The device in the picture is an apple peeler/corer; it works like a charm for preparing apples to cook, because all one need do is stick an apple on those spikes and turn the crank, and the apple is peeled, cored, and spiral-sliced in about 30 seconds.  But a few weeks ago, I noticed I hadn’t cleaned it thoroughly enough when I put it away last year, and in the process of remedying that I accidentally unseated the spring you can see at lower left.  In the past, I would’ve simply taken it to Grace’s workbench and she’d have fixed it in under five minutes, but this time I had to do it myself.  It wasn’t easy, but I found some close-up pictures on the internet and was eventually able to get it back together properly.  At least, I was fairly sure it was correct; the moment of truth came on Sunday, when I picked a basket of apples to turn into mincemeat.  The first apple I tried fell apart, showing me that I had adjusted something incorrectly, but a little examination and a second messed-up apple showed me what I’d done wrong, and I was soon back in business.  It’s a small thing, I know, but I’m easily frustrated by problems that are outside of my scope of expertise, so when I suddenly see what I’m doing wrong and I’m able to fix whatever it is, I feel as though Grace is there behind me, invisibly pointing out what I wasn’t able to see by myself.

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I had a few.  –  “Officer” Dustin Christina

This video, called to my attention by Mike Siegel, speaks for itself.  The links above it were provided by Scott Greenfield, Kevin Wilson, Nun Ya, Jessica Pishko, IncarcerNation, Ryan Marino, and Mistress Matisse, in that order.

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I find paywalls distasteful, and so many people find this blog valuable as a resource I just can’t bring myself to install one.  Furthermore, I find ad delivery services (whose content I have no say over) even more distasteful.  But as I’m now semi-retired from sex work, I can’t self-sponsor this blog by myself any longer.  So if you value my writing enough that you would pay to see it if it were paywalled, please consider subscribing; there are four different levels to fit all budgets.  Or if that doesn’t work for you, please consider showing your generosity with a one-time donation; you can Paypal to maggiemcneill@earthlink.net or else email me at the same address to make other arrangements.  Thanks so much!

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Most of my own recipes were developed in the ’90s and Oughts, when I was typically cooking for 2-3 people, which means now that I live alone they are usually good for two meals, one fresh and one as leftovers. But I’m also trying to adapt some other recipes to one or two servings, and simplifying them while I’m at it because even though I love cooking for those I love, cooking for just myself sometimes seems like a chore.  Furthermore, I now have a lot more eggs on hand because Grace is no longer here to eat them, and with the price of meat going up so much it makes sense to use eggs instead wherever possible.  Just recently, I came up with this recipe on the fly to use my own eggs and tomatoes, and it turned out so good I wanted to share it; it’s enough for two (one with leftovers).

Quick Egg Curry

2 tbsp sesame oil
1 medium onion, sliced into wedges
2 cloves garlic, minced or finely chopped
1 cup basmati rice
8 cherry tomatoes (you could substitute a can of Ro-tel tomatoes)
1 tbsp curry powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp hot Indian chili powder
2 cups water
6 small eggs (if using large eggs, 4)

Chop onions and garlic and sauté in sesame oil until onions are tender, about 4 minutes; during the process add the curry powder, chili powder, and salt.  During the final minute add the rice and brown it a little with the onions.  Gradually add the water and bring to boil; while waiting for it to boil slice up the tomatoes and add them to the skillet.  Reduce heat, cover, and simmer until most of the water is absorbed; when you think the rice will be ready in about 4 or 5 minutes, crack each egg into the simmering rice mixture and re-cover.  The eggs will be poached at the same time as the rice is done.  You can microwave the leftovers, but be aware the eggs will cook a bit more so the yolks will be harder, more like a boiled egg, unless you set them aside and warm the rice first.  I still found it surprisingly good the next day even with the more-cooked eggs.

 

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Diary #847

If you compare this video to the one I took several weeks ago, you can see just how much happier and healthier the turkey is now that he can roam around outside of the coop, safe from literal henpecking.  When I took this video on Saturday, I got a good look at the area on his back which was so bad before, and it seems largely healed now.  He still spends a lot of his time near the fence, but that seems to be because he’s learned I throw feed corn over the fence when I come out around noon; after that, he wanders all over looking for bugs in the grass.  A few days ago I even heard him in the north paddock, under the apple trees, when I opened up the living room window in the morning.  I’ve been trying to catch him when he’s making his gobbling noises, but as so often happens with animals doing interesting things, he always stops when I grab the phone!  So you’ll just have to be satisfied with watching him strut, unless I happen to catch a better video before this publishes on Monday.  At least now I know how to handle larger fowl (I’ve always wanted peacocks) when they start getting too large for the henhouse!

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They’re letting police do just about anything.  –  Randall Kallinen

When Dolly Parton died a few weeks ago, I seemed to be the only one who remembered this 1976 guest appearance on Captain Kangaroo; the video was clearly taken from the edited reruns of old shows aired on PBS in the late ’80s.  Of particular note: Dolly reading a children’s book aloud, almost 20 years before starting her Imagination Library charity.  The links above the video were provided by Mike Siegel; Radley Balko; Lucy Steigerwald; Mistress Matisse & Dan Savage; C.J. Ciaramella; IncarcerNation; and Radley Balko again, in that order.

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I find paywalls distasteful, and so many people find this blog valuable as a resource I just can’t bring myself to install one.  Furthermore, I find ad delivery services (whose content I have no say over) even more distasteful.  But as I’m now semi-retired from sex work, I can’t self-sponsor this blog by myself any longer.  So if you value my writing enough that you would pay to see it if it were paywalled, please consider subscribing; there are four different levels to fit all budgets.  Or if that doesn’t work for you, please consider showing your generosity with a one-time donation; you can Paypal to maggiemcneill@earthlink.net or else email me at the same address to make other arrangements.  Thanks so much!

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Diary #846

Since last year was a poor one for tomatoes, I ran out of homemade salsa early this year, and had to make do with store-bought salsa this summer.  But I had both time and tomatoes last week, so I made a 4-pint batch on Thursday; because I try to tweak my recipes to make too much rather than too little, that actually gave me four pints for canning and another which went straight into the refrigerator for immediate use.  Those of you who remember how Grace and I developed the recipe together will not be surprised to hear that it was a bittersweet experience for me; on the one hand I’m not going to deprive myself of good salsa, and using a recipe which had more input from her than from me (because she was the Queen of Spicy Food) is almost like getting a little present from her.  But on the other hand…well, I don’t think I really need to explain.  And assuming I have enough tomatoes for a 2-quart batch of mincemeat (which does not remind me of her because she didn’t like mincemeat), I’ll be going through that same mixture of pleasure and pain again when I make another batch in a few weeks.

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