Time Marches On

At ten minutes till two I get a phone call. Can I come in at 2:15 for the MRI?

Yes, I can.

I had not had one of those procedures for several years but I did remember that there is a lot of noise involved.

I arrived and after a bunch of questions, they placed me "in the machine." What kind of music. I don't care. Western? I don't care. Old Western? I don't care.

It's good that I did not care because I could hear no music except a faint sound in the left ear. Right ear was filled with terrible, loud, horrible noise. Half way through the twenty minute ordeal, the voice broke in and asked if I was doing ok. I told them the noise was very loud in the right ear. They said it might not be on tight. Well, they put it on. I don't mean to sound bitter because the helpers were all very nice. They just need to advise how loud the noise it and check the head phones!

So I may hear something about the results tomorrow afternoon.

Another Appointment

The next to the last of five visits for the two of us to the clinic this month to see various doctors.

My back is still whacked so an x-ray was ordered. Phone call several hours later says there may be a fractured vertebra. (oh joy) So tomorrow I'll get a call telling me when to come in for an MRI. (more joy)

How can you fracture something with no fall, no blow to the back - no injury? Osteoporosis?

We'll see, maybe.

White Grape Juice

I like white grape juice and bought a bottle of it some time ago.

I found this in the fridge. I guess I had been ignoring the bottle in the back of the "ice box."

I took a look at it yesterday and the white has turned purple. I believe I will pour it out.

The use by date is 8-31- 2017. I double checked and this was the oldest thing in refrigerator.

Saturday - where does the time go?

An aching back slows me down but the days fly by without posting in the blog.

With nothing happening, except cold temperatures, there is not much excitement.  Old movies and working on Blue Hues, the name of the newest afghan, is about the extent of the days.

Is It Like This Everywhere?

Today it was 84.

Tomorrow's high is forecast to be 47.

It happens in Kansas a lot.

Mom's Jelly

I read a blog today about making jelly and jam from a gift of fruits and juices. My mind went back to a story that I remember my mom telling friends. (Why do we remember certain things from when we were a kid? I wish I had a better memory from that time.)

Anyway, my mom could never make jelly and make it Jell! It always was a thick liquid which we used on biscuits or toast but it was never jelly.

Our neighbor Avis Minor, made wonderful canned things and was best known for her jelly. She told mom she would come over, watch her and she would assure her that it would "jell."

They spent the morning making the jelly. I don't remember what kind she tried. The next day, Avis came over and in the kitchen where the jars were lined up, she grabbed the nearest one. Before mom could say No, Avis turned it upside down over the linoleum floor space. That is how confident she was that it was perfect.

There was thin, runny, juicy jelly splattered all over the floor. They had a good laugh and cleaned it up. Avis could never understand what went wrong when she watched every step of the process.

Two Trips Today

First trip for peanuts for the squirrels plus Gorilla Glue which luckily was available at the same store.

Second trip this afternoon for the $3.37 SMALL milk shake for Lee. I passed on that item.

Maybe only one trip tomorrow.

I certainly hope so.