Friday, January 7, 2022

A one-day winter

 

 

An eighty-degree day yesterday.  Today in the fifties.  Tomorrow, back to the eighties.  Sometimes cold fronts slide through one day, then pop right back up going the other direction the next day as warm fronts. 

 

It’s January.  Time to do the annual pruning on all the bushes and small trees to get them all in shape for next spring.  Cut them way back while they’re in their most dormant state.  Well, maybe the crape myrtle could be called dormant,

 

… but hard to assign the same distinction to the Texas Firebush.

 

Or the flowers.

 

 

Or the thicket.

 

Or the other shrubbery.

 

Maybe late January will be best for the trim.  At some point though, dormant or not, they’re all going to get cut back down to size.

 

Thursday, January 6, 2022

Another hawk in the neighborhood




This one of the red-tailed persuasion.

 

 


Wednesday, January 5, 2022

I think I figured it out

 

 

Canker sores have never been a problem for me.  Until 2020.  Doctor Google informs me that canker sores are usually caused by stress or a food trigger.  While stress may have been a factor; there was some stress involved in surviving 2020; I don’t think that has been the sole cause for all of 2020 and 2021.  I’ve spent the last almost two years trying to figure out the food trigger; not an easy task when it may take several days between exposure and an outbreak, and several weeks to get through the cycle and back to a new starting point.  That’s a lot of suspect foods to eliminate, and keep eliminating, searching for that elusive trigger.

 

I thought I had a solution last summer with, not a food to eliminate, but with Lysine, an amino acid supplement.  That worked like a charm.  Until it didn’t.  Last November though, it finally occurred to me that since there is a fair amount of gluten sensitivity in our family, maybe that could have a bearing on my dilemma.  Maybe the source of my issue has been so hard to figure out because my problem is not caused by a single food, or just a few foods, I have issue with a whole group of foods.

 

It’s not that hard to go gluten free.  Meat, potatoes, rice, fruit, vegetables.  They don’t have any gluten in them.  Dairy.  Ice cream for dessert.  No problem.  For foods that do have gluten in them, like bread and pasta, there are gluten free substitutes that promise to be “almost as good” as the real thing, but the simplest approach is to just skip any baked or boxed goods altogether for a while.  Every night for dinner, cook enough for leftovers, and eat them the next day at lunch, instead of the usual sandwich.  Eggs, potatoes, and coffee for breakfast are naturally gluten free.  If I want something to hold a blop of jelly, or dip in coffee, toast a slice of gluten free English muffin, don’t expect it to taste like bread, and call it good.  Apples make good afternoon snacks to get me through to dinner.  It only took a few days gluten free to realize that I was on to something; some late blooming reaction to gluten had finally caught up to me and I can be canker-sore-free if I avoid gluten.  In fact, I don’t seem to be super-sensitive to gluten so if I eat mostly gluten free, that seems to do the trick just as well.  That was November.  Still canker-sore free in January.  Problem solved.

 

Life is a learning experience, isn’t it.

 

Tuesday, January 4, 2022

Pretty in pink

 

 






 

And manly in blue, right?

Monday, January 3, 2022

German is funny

 

 

German is funny

At least in Duolingo it is.  I have access to Spanish on Duolingo and many other languages as well.  Sometimes I take a break from Spanish and do some German.  The first few lessons in Spanish are all about identifying boys and girls, milk and water, parents, students and teachers.  By contrast, the first lessons in German are all about who wants beer or wine!

 

Go figure.

 

Sunday, January 2, 2022

The last shadow

 

 

The sun came out on the Washington coast.  (Right after the snow.)  Christie measured her shadow.

 


16 feet, 1 inch.  All the results are in:

 

Christie        16 feet

Becky             9 feet

Me                 7 feet

 

Christie wins!  The tallest shadow.  And the most snow!

 

Stay tuned for the rematch in six months for the who-can-make-the-shortest-shadow contest!

 

Saturday, January 1, 2022

January 1st

 

 

Five minutes of terror for the dogs last night, then the firework explosions and gunfire subsided.  The Benadryl tablets Judy gave them earlier helped.  We all got a good night’s sleep, even if it started a little late.

 

(All those bullets fired into the air came down somewhere.  Population isn’t dense here, so there is a good chance that none of them hit anybody.  Falling bullets don’t travel nearly as fast as they come out the muzzle of the gun in the first place (They reach a terminal velocity of about 150 mph when falling.), but we stayed under our deck cover just in case.)

 

Happy New Year everybody!