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  Noreen 2:40 pm on April 15, 2025 Permalink  

  Tuesday the 15th 

  We are persevering as each day a few things are tackled for the weekend.  Carrie’s are coming on Saturday and today we found out Dennis’ daughter Sandy, the nurse, will be coming on Sunday.

  I like doing a bit at a time in prep.  I don’t get wore out that way.

  While there was bacon baking out in the 325 degree oven on two cookie sheets lined with Reynold’s Wrap, I tackled our refractory table top.  The table is used every day with many different drops of liquid here and there.  If needed, it can seat eight comfortably when the ends are pulled out.   All remaining soft chairs can be easily pushed to a side.  I will add a side-note on the bacon.  Black Label thick cut yields 12 slices per pound.  The baking process needs the thick cut in order to end up with a respectable slice of bacon.  I bake it about 50% to finish, so when it is needed, a quick stint in the microwave takes it to completion.  Dennis said he could smell the wonderful aroma when he came in at noon.  Had the bacon been out of the oven by that time, he would have needed a sample.

  In between time today, I wrote out several bills.  One being our real-estate taxes.  I like to pay the entire amount rather than splitting it into two separate payments.  Get it over with!

  When I moved into St. James, I bought this property for $8,500.00.  I had no credit rating, the bank would not touch me.  The owner wrote up a contract for deed, allowing a monthly payment to him directly.  The rather humorous thing is that the county now has it valued at $98,000.00.  The home has not been added onto and the garage would still be listing to the south if not for my dad stringing support cables and then Kevin giving us a steel beam to cement in about 12′ from the garage with another cable.  Ah yes, life is interesting.

  Supper will be a bowl of soup and a bacon sandwich.

  With that I will take my leave.♥

   
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  Noreen 2:23 pm on April 11, 2025 Permalink  

  A Go-Gettum Type of Day 

  When I awake and from deep down inside of me, I feel it is going to be a “Go-Gettum” day.

  Last night while waiting for the sandman, I envisioned where all my supplies were to clean the windows on the front storm door and the back storm door.  Oh my gosh, looking through those windows after the cleaning lends itself to maybe tackling one or some of the eight windows in the bedroom porch . . . but not today.  I also recalled that last year I had purchased two small USA flags for the steel rod next to the front sidewalk.  I will give the first one a congrats on how long it lasted with the horrific winds of last fall and this winter.  Today I felt a new flag was needed outside our home.

  The next project was to try a no-bake pie.  By this suppertime I will know if it set up to cut a slice or if “you all bring a spoon and dig in” type of pie.  Whatever, I know it won’t go to waste.  If it turns out, I will share the recipe.

  Under the south windows of my bedroom porch grow the most hardy perennial Russian Sage plants.  The purple blooms are beautiful until the hard frosts of fall.  Right now, I am tackling about a lineal foot a day to cut back last years plants.  The goal is to get the six foot planter cleaned out before the roots want to spring forth with new growth.  It’s not difficult work but patience is required.  Ya . . .  I have grown some of that since 2021.

  This evening I am looking forward to a hot meatloaf sandwich for supper. 

  With that I will take my leave. ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:22 pm on April 5, 2025 Permalink  

  Today is Saturday 

  Today is Saturday, the 5th of April.  More importantly is was spa day for the folks on Stauffer Avenue.

  Five blocks to the west of our home was the location.  Maria blocks off two hours for Dennis and myself.  It is the peace that passes all understanding.  In years past we would go to Mankato for the pedicures.  It was so worth it as I can no longer twist my arms and hands to reach all ten toes.  What’s the point if only six of the ten get done.  Dennis’ feet were too tender for me to tackle them.  With Maria having an LPN nursing license as well, it is the perfect match for well trimmed toes, a massage of legs and feet and a once over of healthy legs and feet.  Dennis likes a short haircut and Maria does not disappoint.  For me . . . I am grateful for any haircut that I can manage over a month’s time.

  As long as we were out styling and profiling, a stop at the grocery store came next.  A canon could have been shot off in the store and not hit anyone.  For a weekend, it was very quiet.  A nice sunny day as we have, the exodus out of town does happen.  I am not above having Banquet frozen dinners in our freezer.  Sometimes a Grammie, just doesn’t feet like starting from scratch.  Dennis’ activity level reaches from zero to ten on some days and to pop a meal in the microwave works.  On those evenings I like my hot bowl of flax meal and oatmeal with a side of cinnamon.

  There is smoke rolling over the tree tops in several directions.  Grilling season is here.  At a time in the past, Dennis and I had a small grill.  It became too much prep for a simple hamburger.  Dennis refuses to eat in McDonald’s.  I save my tastebuds for a time when we are in Mankato and visit Culver’s. 

  Speaking of Mankato, I have not had any retail therapy in a very long time.  Maria mentioned that she does check out JoAnn’s as the distribution centers for JoAnn’s are closing and they then restock the stores until inventory is depleted.  Maria does a lot of crocheting.  She has since learned to shop online for the brands she likes.  Just as the fabric I had ordered from New York City’s fabric warehouse, there are available contacts for yarn as well. 

  The wind continues to clatter the wind chimes.  Always a wind.

  With that I will take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:26 pm on March 31, 2025 Permalink  

  My Birthday 

  It is indeed my 81st birthday.  How does it feel?  Not really any differently than a yesterday.

  My mom, Lena, had reiterated to me the day of my birth.  She had been helping with the farm chores just as she did every day.  On that Friday in 1944, a horse was used getting hay from the stack to be used for the milk cows.  The horse had had a mind of its own and Mom was pretty well shuffled around.  Later that day, Dr. Hovde from Winthrop came to the farm and I had a birth day.

  Today, in 2025, it has been a quiet day.  It’s chilly enough for the furnace to run once in awhile.   There was some extra laundry as Kevin and Kersten had assisted with a tidy, tidy in the attic.  Over time, things that had been covered up while stored.  Some has since been removed and those coverings needed freshening.  Yes . . . I like lightening the load.

  We have just enough of leftovers from yesterday to make a supper out of it.  That’s always a good thing.

  In between the laundry loads I managed to stitch a few lengths of threads in my bedroom porch. 

  Tomorrow I will have PT at the clinic and run a few errands around town.

  With take I will take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:06 pm on March 28, 2025 Permalink  

  Friday the 28th of March 

  We are in the middle of rapid weather patterns that can change.  The best way to prepare is to take it the way it comes.

  PT was interesting this morning.  Mike had me walk a hall with just me at the helm, no cane.  The stroke effected my left side.  When I walk my brain doesn’t trust me when I poke out my left leg for a step.  I put out that left leg but am in an unvoluntary hurry to allow my right leg to take the brunt of that step and every other step I take.  This has gone on for some time.

  It didn’t surprise Mike that after the stroke I received a lot of occupational therapy.  After a prescribed amount of that therapy I was released.  Those at that time do work with the neurological side of a stroke.  Mike is now interested in working with the physical stability post stroke.  Its never too late.  The services that PT offers does not come out looking for patients to help.  I have exercises to do at home to build the stability in my hips so the mental alarms become fewer.  Had I not bit the bullet to come for help after a fall, I would be missing out on . . . the rest of the story.  

  Our bodies and minds are so amazing in what we can do.  They also are masters at protecting us . . . from ourselves.

  I came home hurting and did a bit of local effort and then took the time to run a few hand stitches, and then back to local effort.  That is how my afternoon has continued.  Nothing done excessively.

  With that I will take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:16 pm on March 25, 2025 Permalink  

  A Tuesday 

  It is mid-afternoon and I have just come up from the studio.

  I have had such a gratifying day . . . me, myself and I.  When everything goes well it is truly sweet.

  Last night on a YouTube, I happened upon a site in regard to rug weaving.  It was so entertaining and it took me back.  Taking me back to the Boon Lake farm.  I am not sure what ad had been answered, but it allowed for a Necome four harness fly shuttle loom to be set up in our basement farm house.  The rest is history.  By the way, when Orlin and my dad went to pick it up, the Kimball area rings a bell, there was a huge amount of rags yet to be cut up to make a rug with.  Never a dull moment thereafter.

  Seeing as how Lena had had a rug loom for a long time, she was a great one to learn all the ins and outs.  Raymond knew how to put it together for us. 

  Oh for the memories.

  As luck would have it, there was one more goodie to come out of the freezer.  Our supper is going to be a rotisserie chicken pasta Alfredo casserole.  Gosh, if only an elf could only fill up our freezer with more goodies such as that. 

  Tomorrow morning I will have my second session at PT here in the clinic.  I am ready for it.  Dennis cautions me to rest or take it easy.  No way am I going to let what does work in my body atrophy.  My tendons and muscles need to move.  Sitting is the worst thing for it and the worst thing for anyone else for that matter.  What I do do in my days is not what caused the current situation.  Besides, staying busy and productive takes my mind off of discomforts.  The mind can fool the body. 

  With this I will take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:19 pm on March 22, 2025 Permalink  

  A Saturday 

  As I had finished my local effort by twelve noon, I took a cup of breakfast coffee to my bedroom porch to do a bit of traffic watching.

  Thinking back: There was a time in the past that our Saturdays were spent working at the church in South Branch.  Especially during Lent the church needed double duty.  The Wednesday service always had families that brought snacks for their small children as the service went past the bedtimes and what better than to feed them hoping for an induced nap.  There seemed to be a fair amount of bridal showers in the spring of the year on a Saturday afternoon and that added to getting all done before Sunday.  Sundays also had coffee after the morning service.  We did get it all accomplished.  Thinking back, the sum of $75.00 a month rings a bell.

  Today my local effort here on Stauffer Avenue was changing out bedding.  There is no changing out as it comes off the bed and goes into the laundry and then goes right back on the bed.  Linen closets . . . don’t have one, don’t need one.  During the process it is the ideal time to roust out a dust bunny or two from under the beds.  I am so thankful we don’t have carpeting.  Either the vacuum or the Swiffer can get into the corners and under the beds.

  Dennis’ grandson AJ spent time with Dennis in the patio porch this morning.  It always makes for good feelings with Dennis.

  The studio stayed dark today.  Enough exercise for the ole body.  Yes!  I said exercise, not “extra fries.”  I’ve had a successful Saturday, one that would have made Lena proud.

  We are having a poor man’s Shepard’s pie for supper.  The leftover stove top in the small skillet with a small can of Dinty Moore’s stew over it and heated in the oven.  Sounded good to Dennis.

  With that I will take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 3:32 pm on March 8, 2025 Permalink  

  Tweet, Tweet 

  The early birds had a lot to say this morning with all the tweeting that could be heard.  The morning doves were out and about picking up grit off of the neighbor’s gravel drive.  The signs of spring as well as turning our clocks ahead tonight.  I did find it interesting from KNUJ’s news bit, 70 different countries do likewise.  Shawn Cable on the KEYC evening news went on to elaborate the effect if it wasn’t done.  It’s all interesting.  Hmm, even house flies know spring is coming.  Sure could have done away with them for awhile.

  A side note on house flies.  When the family lived at South Branch, no matter how cold the temps could and would get, the window at the top of the steps that faced east would rouse house flies between the inside window and the storm window.  Talk about hibernating skills and noise levels of the fittest.

  I was in the studio when Dennis’ daughter Sandy and Tom from Mankato came in.  I was surprised as they had been here just last Saturday.  That matters not, its always good to have them stop in as they were headed to Sioux Falls to see Sandy’s daughter Cheyanne for the weekend.  Hard to believe Dennis’ youngest grandchild is 30.

  With this Wednesday having been Ash Wednesday, it puts into my mind how late Easter is going to be.  So much better for those doing Easter egg hunts.  Dennis’ jelly beans will be hiding in his usual candy dish.

  May you all enjoy the feel of the warming sun as I am whiling away in my bedroom porch.

  With that I will take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 3:41 pm on March 5, 2025 Permalink  

  So it Blew 

  Last evening we ended up having heavy rain before the first of the snow could be seen flying sideways.

  We lost power at eight last night and it came on at 3:30 this morning.  The extra batteries.  Dennis went to bed about nine without the use of his CPAP.  I pulled one of our soft chairs closer to the bedroom door so I could here Dennis and cat-napped.  The house maintained a 58-degree temp for the duration.  That was the longest power-outage I can ever remember.  

  Dennis reported that from one of the televisions in the patio porch, we may have gotten between five to six inches.  It is indeed white.  Randy scrapped off the concrete drive and most of the drive is bare concrete.

  Sometime these last months, I had bought a box of Betty Crocker sugar cookie mix while in Sam’s Club.  Today was the day to use the last two pouches of the mix.  Dennis shook the eggs needed in a half-pint Mason jar and I put the butter to melt mode in the microwave.  With the butter and eggs then getting whipped into a frenzy in the KitchenAid mixer.  That beast rolled that cookie dough stiff enough that I could take a spoonful out at a time, roll it, and get it onto the baking sheet.  I did put some of the cookies in the freezer as I know from experience they don’t stay soft for too long.

  And how did I come about to have a KitchenAid mixer?  Several years ago, I helped out a previous employee when she was fighting Pancreatic cancer.  Her apartment was where she wanted to stay for as long as possible.  I was retired by that time, and I would be at her home every day as her daughter could not leave her work.  Lorraine didn’t want Hospice.  She was the most humble private person I have ever know.  One day when I went over, her daughter had made arrangements to take medical leave and could I please bring her mom to her home.  So it was determined. Lorraine had said that when her cookie making days were over, I was to take her mixer home with me.  A few days later when I tidied up her apartment, I did take the KitchenAid home.  Lorraine passed away within five days of being with her daughter. Whenever I use the mixer, I think of Lorraine. 

  But . . . this afternoon when the sugar cookies were done, I took the hot leftover coffee with a cookie and sat at the table.  I dunked this cookie as a homage to my great grandmother, Christine.  When I would stay at my grandparent’s home, Christ and Laura’s, Christine lived with them.  She spoke no English, but she always let me be by her side when she stirred up something to bake for the hard working multi-generational farm family.  In her long black dress with the ever fresh white apron, her and I would sit at the round dining room table to share a cookie.  She had heavily laced cream coffee and I had some coffee in my cup.  She would pick up her cookie and beckon me to do the same, and then . . . dunk!

  I have so many memories that seem to be freshened with the activities of my days.  What a treat.

  By the way, the oven dish of last night was very tasty.  Before putting the round, blue-speckled roaster into the oven, I covered the top of the dish with finely shredded Asiago-Parmeson cheese.  It gave a bite like no other.  A welcomed repeat for this evening.

  With that I will take my leave.

   
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  Noreen 3:22 pm on March 3, 2025 Permalink  

  Here We Are 

  A Monday with bright sun and lo and behold a 62-degree afternoon.

  Jan and I had our first 2025 visit over the picket fence this morning.  The patio porch kitties busted out of the porch as if someone or something was chasing them.  

  When our family farmed in Boon Lake Township, a day such as this would have seen the calves bolting out of the barn as Orlin lifted the gate.  I can still see the Holstein calves kicking up their heels as all corners of the pasture were visited.  Even Snoopy would give out a few barks taking in the site.  Wonderful choice memories.

  Tuesday may bring some wet weather.  I will say . . . we need it.  A total of eight inches of measurable snow just does seem the way a Minnesota winter should be.

  There is an assembly line going on in the studio.  Not a huge one by any means.  There was one piece of cork that had been cut on that still allowed me to get three box pouches out of it.  I decided to get the zippers in all three of them and then do the top stitching on the zippers.  The process went well and then . . . that was it for stitching on this day.

  I went out to Lewis Drug and picked up Lisinopril, 90 days worth, for myself.  There was no co-pay.  Sweet.

  As I look out of my southeast bedroom porch windows, the gals from the courthouse can be seen walking around the block during the week.  Some kind of wellness program during their allotted breaks.  No jackets, just shirtsleeve.  I admit the temps say one thing, the air is still cool.  We have made it through the winter this far with no colds and why start pushing the envelope now!

  JoAnn’s Fabric closing many stores is all a buzz on the YouTubes I catch in regard to clearance finds.  I am in no need of any supplies for the studio or anywhere else in our home.  I will keep stitching out of my stashes.

  With that I will take my leave.  ♥