“I mean, people usually make such a fuss and a bunch of noise when in mortal danger, and some of us are trying to read right now, thank you.”
The day is sunny and windy. It’s around 55˚. I haven’t been out except to get the papers. Yesterday I went to the local hardware store only to find out I had put down a different store, the one in South Yarmouth, for my pick-up. I figured I’d wait until Friday to go as another box is due. I don’t have to wait. I got a notice the first order had been cancelled. I still have hopes for the second.
The dust is thick in this room, thick enough for the Dust Me I sometimes see written on the backs of trucks. I’m going to clean. My psyche demands it.
Henry and Jack entertain each other. A little while ago I noticed Henry’s head was bobbing. I wondered what he was doing then I saw the paws whacking him, one paw to each side of Henry’s face. That’s Jack.
Sometime during the night I heard a cat throwing up. I made note of it and went back to sleep. First thing this morning I looked, found it and cleaned the spot. This is not unusual. People who have cats know.
I haven’t really spoken to the new neighbors since the day they moved in. I do know he uses a ride-on mower. It always gives me a chuckle. There he is mowing the back forty.
I made my banana bread a few days ago. I ate it at every meal. I ate the last of the loaf yesterday. Now I just have bread. It’s a comedown.
Earlier, Henry had two bouts of his marauder barking. I didn’t bother to check. That bark can be triggered by many things, by many sounds. I didn’t hear a car so I’m thinking maybe walkers. Good job, Henry.
My newest project will be making spicy brown mustard. I bought all the ingredients yesterday at Ring’s. I already have perfect jars.
Okay, that’s one afternoon down. Who knows how many to go? What should I make next? Maybe brownies? They are chocolate after all. I always have the ingredients for brownies on hand. Doesn’t everyone?
I am not watching news other than a half hour of local and another half hour of national news. Lately I have been watching movies on a variety of channels, including the new one we just got, Peacock. I’ve also been streaming old TV shows, all black and white shows I remember from my childhood. A lot of them are westerns. I wonder if that is why I am not a fan of westerns, a glut from my childhood. The Range Rider, Hawkeye and the Last of the Mohicans, The Adventures of Rex and Rinty, The Cisco Kid and Annie Oakley are just a few.
I don’t go out often, usually only for a few groceries. I mostly stay home. Some days are quiet. Some days I love that quiet. Other days, other times, I want some noise. I don’t care if it is a lawnmower or a rake. I just want to know the world still goes on outside the walls of my house. Once in a while I hear a car, and I know when the mail truck is here. Henry howls. That’s about it, the only noises I hear. Today, I’m okay with that.
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May 5, 2020 at 2:46 pm
Hi Kat,
My grandmother always made her own mustard from a can of ground mustard seed. I recall that the can’s label said, “English Mustard”, and it was really a hotter version of the Chinese restaurant variety. I assume that you can also control the heat of the brown mustard. Have you thought about making homemade ketchup? Our grandmothers made everything at home and we’ve lost the skill to reproduce those things that are easily accessible in the grocery store. I’m not a fan of mayonnaise but once I tasted someone’s homemade version and it was good.
Today, we want to the Mexican Grocery store. It’s Cinco De Mayo. Mexican bakery’s make wonderful French baguettes. At one time in the 1800s Mexico was ruled by the French and they learned well.
Another beautiful day with sunny skies and cooler temperatures in the upper 70s.
May 5, 2020 at 3:36 pm
Hi Bob,
The English mustard can be hot. I have used it in recipes. I have had jars of Chinese hot mustard I bought at the grocery store. That was hot.
I am not a ketchup fan. Once in a while on fries but not usually on anything else. My grandparents lived in the city. They didn’t farm. They didn’t even have grass and shared a back yard. We made mayo when we were in Africa. The problem was the only oil we had was peanut oil, and it gave the mayo a peculiar taste.
Not many Mexican restaurants around here. Even the good ones disappeared. We used to ride a long way to gt to the good ones.
Have a wonderful ad day a wonderful fiesta!
May 5, 2020 at 3:02 pm
Today I checked for home delivery of groceries for the first time but I had to log in to get any information aboyút how much it costs and if and when they would deliver it to me. It isn’t sure they deliver this far from the town. I didn’t want to start an account so I guess I’ll continue to buy my groceries where I always buy them 🙂 🙂
I normally don’t react much to sounds even though it is very quiet here but I do love when I can’t hear any man made sounds at all and that can only happen out at the bog, especially on the other side of the island we often walk on. If I’m out there and suddenly hear a plane or helicopter I get really annoyed 🙂 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
May 5, 2020 at 3:42 pm
Christer,
I have run into that, making a list then finding out they don’t deliver to me. Currently there are two services which do deliver, one has far more stores than the other. Also, a few stores have continued their own delivery, mostly pizza.
It is not usually quiet here. There are always birds at night and the croakers from the small pond at the end of the street. My favorite sounds are the birds waking up and singing as the sun rises.
Enjoy your day!
May 5, 2020 at 3:15 pm
I am currently dogless but the most recent beast was a warning system not unlike Henry. Head up. “Woof.” (Here we go….) Run to the front in full defense mode.
I would look out the window, then hold him by the collar and we’d look out the door together. “Nobody there? OK.” Close the door and thank him and pat him.
Your mustard project interests me.
May 5, 2020 at 3:48 pm
Rowen,
I am getting quite good at knowing which barks demand my attention while other barks just need an okay to quiet him, “Good job, Henry.”
Like you, I am sometimes forced to prove it to him. He barks then stands in the hall looking at me. I get up. He runs to the front door and waits for me to open it. After I do, I tell him, just as you did your dog, “Nobody here. See. Look again” The door then gets closed. Henry settles down.
The mustard sounds easy. I’ll let you know.
May 5, 2020 at 6:04 pm
I was working in the front of the house, call after call and then the blue Amazon truck pulled up. The nice lady crossed the lawn and placed a beautifully packaged box on the porch. I knew what it was, a can of garage door lubricant. The excitement was almost overwhelming. My next delivery is a jar of Grey Poupon. I have become dependent on amazon to break up the repetition. I really look forward to their arrival, cereal, coffee, cans of tuna, it just doesn’t matter
The time is coming for my folks to go back to the office and break the comfort of working from home. Memos are ready I just need Big Gretch to give the go sign for the State of Michigan
My back is staging a recovery after all the patio work. Of course aching muscles are a symptom of Covid19…maybe I have it and my paranoia is turned in to reality