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Corned Beef And Potatoes

He doesn’t like cabbage. Doesn’t like the smell of it, either going in or going out, he says. I can persuade him to taste a really excellent Olde Scots Colcannon (NOT just cabbage and potatoes, but a hearty meal with lots of other ingredients), but cabbage is not his thing AT ALL.

So Corned Beef And Cabbage has never been a celebration of Irish for him. And he CELEBRATES his Irish. Every Thursday we hear Irish Music when he is home, he loves the plaintiff melodies, the rolicky tunes, and the humor and grit. We sing along.

I have made Corned Beef And Cabbage for the family, when all the kids were home, eating everything. But he would not eat it.

I bought a corned beef a few days ago, and this time we are having the OTHER Irish Corned Beef dinner. With Potatoes, and Carrots, and little green peas on the side. Gravy, made with the drippings and with some butter and bacon grease. Tastes very like Ham gravy, as long as you don’t leave it too salty.

If there is leftover, you make Hash, which is as American as it is Irish, and a lot English too. In fact, every country that EATS corned beef eats some kind of corned beef hash. Just don’t forget the onions.

This time I cooked the corned beef in my instant pressure cooker. It did it quickly, and tender.

Corned Beef And Potatoes really are traditional Irish, along with the gravy and fresh peas.

Wrestling With Demons Of Darkness

It’s Mumps. Oh, I want to say a naughty word. This is the second time in six months that I’ve had mumps.

I also have Rheumatic Fever. This is a stubborn type of Strep that just hangs on, and when you treat it, it rebounds within 48 hours. The more you try to subdue it with antibiotics, the more it just rears up and fights back. You can die from this, just by continuing to up the dose on antibiotics.

You can also just live with it. Mostly. I treat it when it flares, with herbal antibiotics (works well with ordinary Strep types, but not with this one). I treat it when I have to treat something else nasty. I haven’t learned how to really make it go away, but one day I will. Doctors don’t have any better options for this particular type, either.

So when you get Mumps, and you have Rheumatic Fever, things get nasty. Mumps invades the lymph system, and some Types go straight to the ears, some to the lymph nodes, some to the liver or spleen. Last time it was the kind that goes to the ears – where it sets up a nasty infection from the Rheumatic Fever. The Mumps cause swelling that constricts bloodflow, so the Rheumatic Fever bacteria gets trapped and festers wonderfully. Painfully. If you don’t treat BOTH, the infection returns to haunt you for a few months instead of just a few weeks.

But I weathered that one. I treated it with herbal antibiotics (calendula, hops, echinacea, black walnut, bacopa, uva ursi, and others), and with herbal antivirals (linden, elderberry leaf, mulberry leaf, magnolia bark, passion flower, graviola, apricot leaf, and more). If you get the right ones for the thing you have, they work. I am living proof. I cannot tolerate pharma medications well, and only use them when I have no alternative. They are simply too high in chlorine.

No, I’m not to the demons yet. They come later. Right now, we are just covering the necessary backstory so you know where the demons originate.

I also have some lower body paralysis, fairly mild, from spinal fractures. It is enough that if I take painkillers my digestion slows to almost nothing. Stool softeners are a necessity. Even then it can get pretty ugly.

So this time, the Mumps are the kind that attack the lymph nodes in the neck. VERY PAINFUL. I started using Pan Galactic Antibiotic Sugar Extraction (a combination antibiotic of my own decoction) as soon as I knew I had the infection. I also started on some antibiotic and antiviral herbal capsules (individual herbs – I don’t buy those mixtures out there, most of them are pretty useless).

But I had to use Naproxen also. And a decongestant (helps reduce the swelling some). I have a method to avoid the hellacious constipation that can accompany slowed intestines with the use of painkillers. So I take 1 stool softener for every Naproxen. Decongestants also reduce fluids in the intestines, but not strongly, so this strategy generally works nicely.

The illness progresses as it usually does, over about a 10-15 day course. You can treat the bacterial infection more easily than the viral. The antivirals help diminish the intensity, but I can’t quite just shut it down.

Day 2 hurts more than Day 1. I have to go from 1 Naproxen to 2. Around the clock. This is very bad. But I’m taking the Stool softener so everything is supposed to come out all right…. Right?

I go to my herbal stocks, and put together an antiviral elixir – this is just another sugar extraction, but with much more sugar. Certain combinations need more sugar to both extract and metabolize the medical elements. I use Linden, Pansy, Siberian Elm Leaf (NOT Slippery Elm, they do two different things, and Slippery Elm is a blood thinner, dangerous if used wrong), Marshmallow Leaf,  Rose Petal, Sunflower Petal, Ginger, Orange Peel, and Rooibos. This is a combination of antivirals, soothers, healers, and some antibiotic. It tempers the Mumps within 12 hours, but I still cannot turn my head very much, too painful.

Day 3, the lymph node ruptures about the time I go to bed. There was an abscess in there, and when it goes I can feel it. The node softens and the swelling sort of mushes out around it. I had begun to feel somewhat better, but now I hurt all the way to the top of my head, and down my neck, around the back. The other side is starting to hurt also, and it is so very painful to lay down, and I can’t lay on that side at all.

Three Naproxen are now required. Sleep evades me until the pain dulls to a ribbon on my neck, and a patch behind my ear. I take an extra dose of Pan Galactic, and an extra 3 Calendula capsules. I only need the ONE dose of 3 Naproxen, because the extra herbs head off the threatened septicemia from the rupture, and the pain decreases rapidly after I take the extra dose.

By morning I’m feeling much better. It is diminishing so nicely that I feel better than I did the day before, though I can’t turn my head or tip it back – makes it hard to empty a glass of juice, or to kiss my husband.

A few interruptions in my med schedule result in a few relapses and flares, and I take an extra dose, and it backs off.

But I’m still on 2 Naproxen around the clock. But I am down to 2 Decongestants at night, and only 1 in the daytime. Progress!

It is about Day 5 when I know I am in real trouble. Enter the Demons.

Nothing is moving anymore in my intestines. Getting it to do so has been a real battle for the last several days, and I wonder why the Stool Softener is not working. I up the amount, and it is STILL not working. No effect whatever. Hence, the wrestlings.

Day 6, no joy. I am slightly bloaty and not feeling well. I don’t feel like eating, and I’m even having trouble getting fluids down. Not good. I don’t know what kind of cement is plugging up the exit at the end of my colon, but all my efforts fail to move it. I am otherwise progressing and in less pain, but this new problem MUST be solved, because when you are this bound up and things stop, it can send you to the ER.

Kevin comes home from work, and we go to see if we can get something to move the unmovable obstacle. We get to the store, and happen to walk through the aisle with the herbs, first, and I spy Cascara.

Now I’m a born and bred farmgirl who grew up on a tree farm, and my father is a logger. We peeled Cascara trees and then dried and packed the bark for sale. I’ve been warned all my life to NEVER EVER lick the bark of Cascara, not even a little bit. It can tie you in knots and leave you bleeding in the bowels. So I know it works, when the dosage is not too high. It is still one of the primary sources of laxative ingredients in the world.

I buy the bottle of capsules. I am confident this will work.

I take one.

Two hours later I take another.

Four hours later I take two.

No effect at all.

Whatever is in the bottle, it is NOT CASCARA. Maybe it is Timothy Hay.

I am still wrestling with Demons that have taken the form of Phantom Turds, apparently. Because all my efforts produce nothing.

I have even stopped farting. This could be considered to be an epic event in itself. Farting is something I never seem to run out of. But not even air moves in my gut. It is silent… no gurgles, no signs of movement.

I am worried. I am worried with the worry of a woman who knows full well she is unlikely to just swell and swell and then explode, but who worries anyway, because there are all kinds of ugly things that happen BEFORE that happens! I do not want to have to go to the ER to have to have them surgically remove the thing that blocks the bottom.

My husband is now engaged in the battle. He makes helpful comments now and again, and laughs gleefully at the dramatic phrases I use to describe my anguished wrestlings.

My efforts have dislodged a rib in my back, which has rebroken in the struggles. This, I do not need.

Day 7 is a little better. I stop taking Naproxen entirely that morning, because I have so much less pain in my neck. I took only 1 the night before. At noon, I stop the decongestant. I am feeling MUCH better – so much better, in fact, that I feel better this day WITHOUT Painkillers, than I did the day before WITH painkillers.

Some time in the early afternoon I labor to produce one little turd, the size of a great big glassy with an American Flag in the middle.

I know this is a bit too much information… But there were moments of hilarity in it, and something else worth sharing about it all, in the end, so I struggle on to describe the episode, and say the unsayable anyway.

I tell Kevin. About the turd.

He is laughing as he tells me that is probably more information that he needed.

I know. But after so many days struggling to produce ANYTHING toiletable, I do have a sense of satisfaction. Who else am I going to share it with?

(It occurs to me that I may not get out enough. That I may be turning into the old lady who obsesses about bowel functions. Who reports to her children the size of the poops in the toilet made by her grandchildren. GEEZ! I cannot be THAT woman! It is my MOTHER-IN-LAW!)

After Kevin comes home I manage to achieve a bit more success, but the effort is so massive, and the results so small, that I know I need something more.

I find two cans of prune juice lost in our food storage which has not all been properly put away since the move. I’m not sure if they do anything more than produce a foul miasma that lends additional hilarity and the need to escape it, for the rest of the evening. But they do at least prove that SOMETHING moves in my bowels.

We go shopping. We buy strawberries, prunes, grapes, and laxative. I want to buy all the laxative in the hope that ONE OF THEM will work. I just buy the one that looks like it might. I also buy prunes. I am out of prune juice, and the fury of the stinky sulphury, skunky gas has not yet fully set in, so prunes still sound like the easy option. But I’m also thinking about eating tuna WITHOUT the pickles, and eggs without the ketchup.

I am also having much less pain. I can actually turn my head enough to kiss Kevin. He’s had a dry week. He likes this better.

It is before bedtime when I know two things.

NOT ONE OF THE LAXATIVES had ANY Laxative in it! NOT A SINGLE ONE! I don’t use laxatives much, so this is relatively new territory for me.  The stool softener that I had hanging around for years, and only just recently had to replace with a new bottle, worked. It DID something. The new bottle of the same thing, same brand, does NOTHING.

I hear from various relatives that this phenomenon occurs periodically, the pharma companies stop putting laxative into the laxatives, and none of the major ones work. It becomes almost impossible to find one that actually produces a laxative effect. It corrects, eventually, because people stop buying them, and start buying lots of fruit instead, Except bananas. They don’t buy bananas.

So beware… Your laxative may not have any laxative in it! If you get bound up due to an illness or injury that requires painkillers, you may really get into trouble.

The second thing I know is that I am going to survive anyway. That I AM getting better, I don’t need the painkiller anymore, and the infection is slowly improving. I am going to win against the Mumps.

Not only that, but I am going to resolve the constipation. After dinner I holler, “Bombs Away!”, and make for the bathroom. Kevin laughs.

I can tell that the condition is going to resolve, MOSTLY because I just stopped the painkiller and decongestant – THAT was more effective than anything else, and the other stuff SHOULD have helped me avoid the misery that precipitated my quest for additional laxative medication. I’m still very constipated though, and if ANY of the laxatives worked I would not be still. But at least now my determined efforts do move something. And sure enough, the next day, things start really moving out. Not like I took a laxative, more like I ate prunes and strawberries, and they are somewhere up there shoving everything else out.

So sorry about the bathroom humor. But honestly, in this last week of intermittent hell, bathroom humor was the only thing that was funny most of the time. And then it was pretty grim humor.

I had these thoughts about how to write this, this morning, in the shower. I know, right? And it seemed so stinking funny.

Writing it out has so many explanations that it isn’t as funny. But according to Robin Williams, “Turd” is one of the funniest words in the American Language. And a few other languages that borrow it.

I promise I will start paying attention to OTHER things in my life that are actually worth laughing over, ok?

Meanwhile, Kevin laughs every time I head for the bathroom today. I’m there a lot… I have four days to catch up on.

Just a note… I am a skilled herbalist, and can treat Strep, SARS, Polio, and many other illnesses, with herbs. If I could not, I’d have died of something long since.

Ladies Have You LOOKED At Yourself???

Leggings. Yes, those. Again…

I followed a woman through WalMart (accidentally, not stalking her!). No, this is not about WalMart People, this could have been one of hundreds or thousands of stores in the country. Any country probably.

She had cellulite. Very lumpy cellulite. Her legs tapered where they should taper, they did. But they couldn’t hold a straight line on any angle, it was all bubbles and blops. She wore leggings… THIN ones (some are thinner than others), not even the thicker “hold it in” leggings, the saggy, bulgy, clingy type.

She had a shirt on that came to the waist of her leggings. They nipped in at her waist, and then curved (more lumps) around her rather ample caboose, and then tapered down her lumpy legs to her somewhat heavy calves and normal ankles. It was a divided caboose, and the straddle of those leggings went WAY TOO FAR between the halves. (It occurs to me that it IS rather difficult to describe her without getting crass with the definitive terms.)

I wondered if she had ever LOOKED at herself in a mirror, wearing those leggings. She wasn’t actually in the minority, those same leggings, and equivalent cellulite (and sometimes out and out wrinkles and folds) were visible on FAR TOO MANY women in that store. And they always are!

People wear leggings like they are actually pants. THEY AREN’T!!! They are PANTY HOSE!!! Even if you are SKINNY they AREN’T supposed to be worn OUTSIDE in the place of pants! They are UNDERWEAR!!! I don’t care what color they are, WE DON’T WANT TO SEE THAT MUCH OF YOU!

PROOF THEY ARE UNDERWEAR… Women DO NOT wear underwear beneath them!!!

If you are overweight, or a wrinkled granny, we can’t imagine having SO LITTLE SELF RESPECT that you would expose such a sorry appearance to the world as shows through those leggings.

Skinny women think they look sexy in them. They don’t. They look EMBARRASSING. I mean really, NUDITY IS EMBARRASSING!!!

They aren’t comfortable either. NOTHING should be worn UP IN THERE! (Incidentally, just because it is covered by a layer of cloth doesn’t mean you ought to SCRATCH there either!) They shift and shrink up and down, and you have to pull them all the time to keep them up over your own ample caboose. NOT COMFORTABLE!!

I can’t figure out why hip huggers caught on, and then to be followed by wearing pantyhose instead of pants… Geez people, just STOP BUYING THE TRASH. Just because someone declares it to be fashionable does NOT MEAN it LOOKS GOOD ON YOU… or anyone, for that matter.

It is really obvious that women are not thinking for themselves. I mean, NOBODY would wear those if they SAW what they looked like in them! Well… maybe a slut or two, but they’ll always choose the tacky object, won’t they.

No, I’m not done yet.

Two days later, I saw A MAN wearing leggings outside WalMart. I kid you not. MEN’S leggings, not women’s. Like sweat pants don’t reveal enough. I know, they’ve been riding bikes in something like them for years, but this was WINTER OUTERWEAR that he thought he was wearing, not sports gear.

No, I didn’t want to see that much of HIM, either!

NOTE: According to a broad assortment of men, they don’t like women in leggings either, and the MORE the woman shows, the LESS they like it. They will excuse bikinis, sunsuits, shorts and tube or halter tops before they will excuse leggings.

They think most women look terrible in them, and those that look good ought to keep it to the privacy of their homes, where their intended target of sexual allure is available for immediate action (men are task oriented, remember?). Otherwise they don’t want to be annoyed by a tease. They prevailing conclusion among men on the make was, If the woman is not available RIGHT NOW, with ANYONE she is displaying for, she ought to just cover up better.

This was confirmed by statistics drawn from a panel of men who ranged from convicts, to porn addicts, to ministers, and military.

Who Has Bedbugs?

I mean, really, who has bedbugs? Nobody I know. Not in my whole life. That particular scourge had never visited upon us. Not even when we traveled and stayed in motels or the homes of other people. Not ever.

And then there were bedbugs, in MY bed. Itchy things. Just like a mosquito, with a swollen bite that itched. A cluster of them, actually.

They don’t last long, those bumps, by morning they are gone. Not even a red rash where they were, just gone. You mighta dreamt it but it was too itchy to be a dream.

More bugs, bigger clusters of itchy bumps. More bugs, more clusters… On the arms, the neck, the feet. Wherever you are not covered by clothing, or wherever the bugs can get under the clothing. Sometimes along the waistline where they crawl under your clothes.

We caught them from someone else. We were living in someone else’s house when HE bombed his bedroom. Our bedroom was across the hall, and I’m sure some of those bugs just packed their suitcases and moved across the hall to our bedroom. We moved out a week later. A week after that, we had bedbugs in the new house, only in our bedroom. No other bedrooms were occupied by people.

First a few bites, then the insanity of too many bites to even sleep!

So we did the logical thing. We washed everything we could. Sheets, pillow cases, and blankets. Can’t wash our pillows, wrong kind to wash.

It got somewhat better, but didn’t stop them entirely. And when you wash your sheets, the bugs retaliate and bite you more the first few nights. No idea why they do, but it is a confirmed phenomenon.

So we bought flea powder. This, my friends, is the thingamabob that does the job. Or so they say.

We dusted between the mattress and the box spring. Just lightly.

We dusted under the mattress pad. Just lightly.

We still had bedbugs. For six more days. They got less and less.

We laundered again, and sprinkled a little more flea powder on – between the mattress pad and the mattress cover. We keep the mattress pad in place with a mattress cover.

No bedbugs. Just a little mild wandering itchiness (no bumps) from the flea powder. Zyrtec to the rescue.

I am chemically sensitive, so we used a type labeled as “natural”. Smells of chlorine (I’m terribly allergic to chlorine), but did not irritate me very much.

But the bedbugs were gone…And then they weren’t. Sigh.

We are told they have a long life cycle. I begin to doubt this. They just reappear too fast after eradication, and they bloom too fast.

We are told that they disappear if you launder weekly… or even once every other week (we always have, but not the entire bedding, just sheets). We are even told that laundering frequently is enough to get rid of them, but it does not appear to be, even when washing in hot, and drying long.

The bedbugs got worse a month after we dusted. I could not dust again, too much chance of anaphylaxis if I do.

But I have learned some things about them.

Flea powder really DOES kill them, IF it is really flea powder. Most of the garbage out there today is not really flea powder, and the stuff labeled for bedbugs is actually WORSE. Some is just diatomaceous earth (which only works on munching bugs, does NOT work on sucking bugs). You’ll read online that bedbugs feed on dander and mites and other things in your bed, but if you LOOK at the body of the bedbug, depicted in so many images, it has ONLY a proboscis to feed with, which is ONLY useful for sucking blood. They HAVE to suck blood to LIVE, and that, pretty much DAILY. They can’t eat any other way, just like a Mosquito.

You need something with pyrethrin, or malathion, or diazinon in it to really kill bedbugs. Or fleas. There are, of course, other chemicals, some as effective, but most completely INEFFECTIVE.

Flea powder today is not what it was 50 years ago. Or even 30 years ago. It is FAR LESS EFFECTIVE, while having overloads of things that do NOT kill bedbugs, but which ARE dangerous to people. Some also have deadly fragrance components (can cause deadly sleep apnea, and even sudden neural death) which you can smell THROUGH the sealed container.

Light colored sheets help you spot them more easily. But light colored sheets also get STAINED by bedbugs. Little blackish to dark brown spots. Bedbugs are little reddish brown spots, so it makes it hard to SEE them once they’ve been leaving droppings on your sheets. Too many spots – you have to look for the ones that move.

They stain the sheets…. and blankets. It does not seem to wash out, even with bleach, though bleach does lighten them some. We keep the lighter colored sheets and blankets though, in spite of the stains, because we can SEE the little bastards and grab them off into a tissue and send them floating out to sea in the flusher.

BTW, Cockroaches also stain sheets. Big dark brown spots. Very nasty. And it is a stubborn stain. Cockroaches just pepper your sheets in certain travel pathways (right between your pillows), whereas Bedbugs tend to dot and streak more randomly, and in SMALLER stains.

Now, I have also learned why bedbugs chomp on you twice as much right after you wash the sheets.

They hide in the folds of the bedding. They hide in the crevices of the mattress. They burrow wherever they can in the daytime – they don’t like light, so when daylight comes, or when the lights go on, they head for the deeps, and disappear. Even when you have a lot of them you may not SEE them when you remove the sheets and blankets. Very mysterious… but they are still lurking.

Some bedbugs live downstairs permanently, in places they don’t get disrupted from. Or try to. Some live upstairs, in the folds of the bedding, snacking and enjoying entire meals at the buffet each night – a little leg here, a little wing there, some neck, a little back, sometimes chest at the neckline… These are the foodies of Bedbugs.

The downstairs Bedbugs are less choosy, and generally more hungry. They live on their upstairs neighbors, who come downstairs to hide in the daytime. The nasty little beggars are cannibalistic. If they can’t eat YOU, they will eat each other, sucking YOUR blood out of their own kind. Letting someone ELSE do the foraging.

A friend of mine says she loves this description because SHE KNOWS THESE KIND OF NEIGHBORS!

Another says her ex husband was definitely a downstairs bedbug. But that is another story.

Back to the science…

So when you launder and kill the upstairs bedbugs, the downstairs ones have to come up to feed on you personally. And they are hungry. Viciously so.

The downstairs crews are also the reason why laundering alone is often ineffective at eradicating them.

We finally took our mattress pad off, and the mattress cover also. Too many layers for those downstairs bedbugs to hide in. The bed is not so comfortable… but then a bed full of biting creatures is not so comfortable either, and this is WAR after all. I have to sacrifice to win, I guess.

I went to bed sick one night (nasty case of mumps, very painful), and was just too cold. Put a light blanket on top of the blankets already on the bed. Slept fairly cozy most of the night. Woke in the morning and turned on the light, and there on the fresh blanket was a big bedbug, like he had always owned that fresh blanket. He went swimming for breakfast.

Point being, they love layers. Layers of everything. They use ALL THE LAYERS.

Now, when you don’t have a lot of bedbugs, you NEVER see them. If you have dark colored sheets or blankets you may never see them anyway, so switch out to lighter colors and you’ll find those little beasts.

When the weather warms up, they just SWARM on you, and you’ll be bit so bad you won’t be able to sleep. You may be bit so much you get a systemic reaction – it can happen. This phenomenon lead us to a great discovery.

One night I could not sleep for the itching (It was about 75 degrees in the house.). So I got up and turned on the Bathroom light. If you turn on the bedroom light, bedbugs run for cover. The bathroom light (or a hallway light) lets YOU see, but is not quite enough to send them running so fast.

There on the top blanket were bedbugs, running around very fast. Usually they are slower, but heat makes them more energetic. So I got some tissue and pinched them up in it, and threw that in the toilet (move fast, you have to in order to catch them before they hide). I got six in the first wad.

Got some more tissue and lifted the sheets apart – more bedbugs. I caught another few there, and then lifted the covers far enough to see some beside my husband. I went to his side of the bed and lifted the blankets and sheets beside him and caught something there also.

Threw two wads of them – the catch was pretty light, we have been battling these things and there aren’t very many of them anymore, many beds have FAR MORE.

So about an hour later I did it again – turned on the bathroom light and went hunting. Found a few more.

The next night I found five on the first exposure, and none afterward, though I checked twice more later in the night.

What I learned is that some time between midnight and 3 or 4:00 am, you can go hunting for bedbugs under an indirect light, and catch a lot of them. We flush them in the toilet so they can’t come back. Doing so really diminishes the numbers, and you sleep better that night for the rest of the night.

I don’t know yet what the end is, but the battle is ON. I am researching herbs that might be an asset if the linens are washed in them. So far the commercial solutions are all stupidly ineffective. The ones for bedbugs are LESS effective than the ones for fleas.

Something about snuggling under the covers and getting all warm and drowsy without thoughts of creeping things waiting in your bedding to feast on you as soon as you drop off… I long for that. It almost seems strange that I do – because all my life I never thought about sleeping WITHOUT bugs as being a privilege – it was just the norm. Now it isn’t, and I want it back.

We are making enough progress that I get peaceful sleep once in a while. But not nearly enough. I want MY BED BACK.

We Have To Talk About Cockroaches

Nobody wants to admit it when they have roaches in their home. Can’t really blame them, but it means NOBODY talks about what works, and what does not.

We have NEVER had cockroaches in our home. Well… One. Once. Seriously. Just one. We killed it. Never saw another. I think it came in on clothing that someone gave my kids.

But roaches in our home? It NEVER happened. We never lived where they were THAT kind of problem, and we never were so dirty that roaches loved us.

We moved. Right into the middle of the US. We’ve lived in this time zone before, further south, and didn’t have roaches then.

But this house has them. We are staying with someone else for a while, and they have roaches. Terribly bad. But getting better.

Once you have them, and they are well entrenched, it is a different thing than having just one. Or even two (they breed, you know, even roaches can apparently attract something to copulate with). There are hundreds here. In the corners, in the cupboards, under furniture, IN furniture, in the drawers, in the sink, even in the fridge and pantry.

EEEEEYYOOOOOO!

They have fought them. They listened to ALL the ads. And since nobody talks about roaches, they have been at the mercy of advertisers, without much else to help them deal with these. The homeowner researches well, but the web is skewed. He gets articles by makers of traps and poisons. And most of them lie.

He used bombs. Tomcat bombs. They were useless. Other bombs can work, but they leave a lot of residue that is very harmful to people and pets.

He used insect spray. They laughed.

He used a different insect spray. You can smell it. Cockroaches like it. We don’t know if it works or not.

He used traps. White ones. They barely work. He set out black ones instead.

We added more black traps. The big ones, and the small ones. They work, but slowly and indifferently. You can tell that they work because they leave dead bugs everywhere. On the counters, on the floors, in things, under things. Deal with it, dead roaches don’t breed.

We added sticky traps. They work. The roaches like them IF you fold up the trap into a box. Don’t use the ones that only lay flat, that is for mice (and if they have enough glue on them, they DO work for mice, you just lay them where you see mouse trails). Mice don’t like traps, they won’t go in if you fold them up. But roaches like the dark, so they go into boxed traps. The more roaches you have in there, the more likely they are to go in, because they congregate in dark places.

Now those sticky traps are THE THING to catch roaches. You don’t just have to let them sit there and HOPE they’ll get one, you can use them to go hunting!

Turn it up like a stovepipe. Put it over the roach. Wait 5-20 minutes, and the roach will have gotten bored and tried to climb. HA! Sticks to be him! (That was a little joke there in case you didn’t notice.)

So now you have a trap that is all wrong. Sitting there waiting for the ONE roach you caught to get stuck. Only you CAN catch more. Just SLIDE that puppy over the surface (counter, table, whatever), and when you see another one, TIP it and catch the next roach. As long as you SLIDE to the right, and TIP the right side (or the opposite), the roaches already caught will be on the side that is still anchored to the surface, and they won’t have time to run out.

I had a busy morning a few days ago and caught EIGHT small roaches in just a minute, using a single boxed sticky trap. You have to be fast, it is harder to catch big ones than little ones, they just run faster.

So the thing is, roaches do not like the light. So another thing you can do is keep LIGHT in your house. Open curtains in the morning, or use lightweight and light colored drapes that let sunlight in. This really reduces the roaches.

Put a lid on your kitchen garbage. Roaches LOVE garbage. They breed there.

On the one hand, we say, don’t leave a lot of food in the garbage. At least not for long. It is a nice trick to clean out the fridge and leave it overnight in an open garbage, and then bundle it all up and tie it off in the morning. As long as you don’t have mice… Because this can attract roaches into it, and then you throw them away.

But leaving food garbage forever in the corner of your kitchen is a bad idea.

You also want to keep the garbage with food in a SINGLE place in the house. Don’t put food in other garbage cans, it multiplies the problems.

Now, when you fight roaches they will diminish, and then bloom again. Damp weather just brings them out. They love to infest your house on humid days.

When they explode again, they will be BABIES. Little tiny bugs crawling everywhere. Take them seriously, they become BIG bugs crawling everywhere. Go hunting with that sticky trap. WIN!

They love heat. They’ll be a worse problem (with BIGGER roaches) in warm weather, and hot climates. Nuthin you can do about it, but fight them.

They eat all the food. Don’t leave food out. Put it away right after meals.

Wash the dishes promptly. Don’t leave them overnight. RINSE them before you leave them on the counter to wash later. We just don’t leave food on them to feed nasty bugs.

If you buy Pasta in boxes, or other foods that are only contained in paper, WRAP THEM UP or BOX THEM UP in plastic bags or totes, or canisters. Make sure the roaches can’t eat it before you do.

Since they like dark corners, reduce the number of dark corners in your house. ESPECIALLY near sinks, or anywhere else that is likely to attract moisture or grunge.

Don’t leave your sink drain baskets on the counter, either put them under the sink somewhere, or leave them in the drain. Roaches love them, they provide a nice sheltered place to breed and hide.

I am assured you CAN win. But that you rarely do. There’s just so much they can feed on.

I am also told that they are a constant problem where they can live outside. That it is not as difficult to win if you are in a northern state.

Insect and mouse poisons and traps seem to get LESS effective every year. My mother’s dog ate TWO rat poison bricks, and didn’t seem bothered by it at all. Now I think that’s a problem. Shoulda KILLED her. The mice and rats just eat it and go right on messing up the house.

Additional Strategies that I have learned…

Don’t give them anywhere to breed that can be eliminated.

I don’t have a utensil jar on my counter, they love them.

Every single thing you put on the counter has space UNDER it for them to breed. So we must be careful what we put there, and whether we really need it or whether we can eliminate the dark spaces underneath.

Every dirty dish is also an invitation. Sigh. We struggle so with dishes. Like sweeping ants, they just crawl back onto the counter with same dirt on them every day, right?

So RINSE your dishes, and stack them neatly, and WASH them at least once daily. No guilt over just once. Life demands, and most of us cannot wash dishes after every meal.

Use the dishwasher to hold the dirties if you can. Just rinse and put right in, and close it. No roaches there. This does require some management though, you MUST empty it as soon as it is done, or no later than the following morning. Otherwise you run out of room for the clean and dirty both.

Don’t have a dishrack with hiding space under it. We have the classic Rubbermaid rack and drainer. I am switching to a double decker elevated rack with removable drainer trays, that is light in color and reflects light under it. Less opportunity for roaches to hide and breed there. The old Rubbermaid has a drainer with lots of hiding space in a configuration that they love. You CAN get one of those in clear plastic, but it is frosted on the surface, instead of really transparent, so it does not repel them fully.

Don’t leave grease and dirt in the sink either. Just hose it down with hot water if you cannot do anything else.

The sink here is also a problem, it is a recessed sink, with no flange over the top. The countertop is an inch and a half thick, and the sink is mounted below that. There is a nice pocket there between the two (curved V shaped), and the roaches run in and out of that like it was made to be their apartment dwelling. If you have things like this, use clear silicone caulk to fill the gap, so they have no room to hide.

If you have a Trash Compactor, you save a lot on dumpster space, but OH, the cost. Compactors USED to be sealed, behind, under, on top, beside, and they had a rubber gasket on the door. They aren’t anymore, and you have this great big roach breeder that churns out new generations of roaches and feeds them all, with lots of dark hidey holes so they never get completely caught. If you can’t seal it, you need to spray inside that cabinet regularly, and put some traps or bait in behind.

(Statistically, according to Orkin, homes with Trash Compactors have both HIGHER AND LOWER roach rates. How is this? They recently divided their results, and found upon further research that the LOWER rates were for SEALED cabinet Trash Compactors, and the HIGHER rates were for Unsealed cabinets. The difference is astonishing. Sealed cabinets have less than HALF the rate of roach infestation in the entire home. Unsealed Trash Compactors have more than THREE TIMES the rate of roach infestation. Further, infestations where there are Unsealed Trash Compactors are more intractible, and are almost impossible to eradicate.)

It can help to put a bug bomb inside the Compactor and bomb it with the door closed, but as long as the access to food is not stopped, the beasts will continue to multiply in the food zone.

So this leads us to garbage cans. Two major issues:

First, keep it closed. Get one that is sufficiently sealed that roaches cannot come and go at will, and then keep it shut when not putting things in. Ok, so I get it, this is REALLY HARD with kids or other family in the home. I raised 7 kids, remember? And we never had roaches. But our garbage can was ALWAYS a problem in this way, and it was always the place where somebody splattered tomato sauce. Why is is always tomato sauce?

That leads to the second point. Keep the wall behind clean. You see, I really did have kids in my kitchen. We anchored a layer of white corrugated plastic panels to the wall behind the trash. It often looked messy, but did clean up easier than our lovely wallpaper.

Some people have trouble with open garbage cans under the sink. The entire cabinet becomes a haven for crawling things. Others have problems because the entire house is filled with open trash cans that have food wrappers and refuse in them. Keep it to ONE can, and that needs to be a closed one, OR make sure ALL of the cans are closed.

Experts report that roaches will live and breed inside furniture. I don’t know if this is true or not, I cannot see inside my furniture. But it means that if you have roaches and move, the roaches move with you.

Those same experts assure that they DO NOT LIVE LONG where there is not food for them. Just like coons, they must have a food source, and if you supply it, you can kill all the roaches you like, and more will come because there is still food. But remove the food, and the roaches die, and the coons move out. Granted, sometimes we CAN, and sometimes we cannot. I could not get rid of my chickens and rabbits, and the coons ate spill from them. But we COULD fasten the trash cans better, and keep the lids anchored on, and the coons living under the porch (we could not drive them out, the porch is too low), moved OUT. True story.

Orkin says roaches cannot live indefinitely on dander and hair. They need OTHER nutrients not provided by those. So if you keep the house generally clean, and keep the dishes washed and the gunk scrubbed up, and the food unroachable, roaches won’t stick around. They won’t have enough to live on, and they will move OUT of your bedroom and then out of the kitchen.

Messes should be wiped up promptly, and counters wiped down when dishes are done.

Fruit in bowls will feed roaches if it is overripe. They’ll eat holes in it.

Partially used bags or boxes of cereal, pasta, flour, sugar, potato chips, and other ingredients should be sealed up. Drop them into a zip bag, put them in containers, store them in totes, or whatever that is bug proof. Don’t buy groceries for the roaches.

An outlier I heard about, the roaches were breeding in the WATER HEATER CLOSET, because they had a pack rat there bringing in all sorts of things that the roaches loved. Big old nasty mess.

Some people report that they love laundry. We have not found that this is so, but our laundry does not have seriously dirty clothing with food remains, or dampness that would attract them. It is also done promptly, weekly (thank my husband, he is just the Laundry King, and rocks this job), it does not lay around on the floor, it is always in a basket. In the corner of the kitchen here though (the washer and dryer are there), if a towel is dropped by the dryer, it will have roaches under it within a few hours. So keep your laundry baskets and your laundry room tidy, without piles of stinking sticky or damp laundry.

What is astonishing me is the degree to which I have to change the way I live in order to banish the roaches. A thing I never had, I cannot get rid of, living the way I always did and DIDN’T have them. It tells me it is easier to never have them than to get rid of them once you do. Sorta like bad habits…

Here, I believe the unwinnable battle centers on the kitchen garbage, because it is an unsealed Trash Compactor. There is nothing I can do about it, and perhaps the home owner cannot either. But I know if I EVER have a Trash Compactor (I really like it for consolidating garbage), I will have to ensure that the cabinet for it is sealed.

I am told that a Trash Compactor can be sealed up. I think a trash can that has holes in it (many that are designed for bags have holes in the botttom that bugs can enter) can be done the same way.

Suggestions include using patching made of either inner tube, plastic kitchen cutting mat, or other thick plastic scrap, stuck in place using Shoe Goo, or other strong silicone based adhesive. Patching may be done using silicone caulk also, to caulk the holes shut inside the cabinet.

A gasket may be purchased, and there are several cut to length types that can be used, as well as nitrile or PVC rubber sheeting cut into strips. This is also glued inside using Shoe Goo, to form a continuous barrier around the edge of the door where it meets the cabinet front on the Compactor. Make sure the corners do not gap where ends meet.

In the mean time, perhaps a vigorous spray may help…

Fight the fight, brave ones! It IS getting better as we make the effort.

 

Cockroach Battle Plan

1. Secure the Food. Food storage in roachproof containers, leftovers promptly put away.

2. Minimize Messes. Clean up counters, floors, and tables each time spills occur. When you cook, Clean As You Go. Tidy your laundry stations. Make sure you don’t have oddball breeding places for them

3. Secure the Dishes. Do dishes daily, store dirties in the dishwasher if possible, rinse them and stack them compactly if you have to keep them on the counter.

4. Secure the Trash. Trash in roach proof containers. Don’t leave trash anywhere else, empty trash before it overflows and lets roaches in.

5. Let in the light. Curtains that let light filter through, curtains or blinds open in the daytime.

6. Reduce hiding places. Reduce the places roaches hide and breed.

7. Put out boxed sticky traps and big black bait stations. Put them everywhere the roaches love to inhabit or hide. Go hunting. Spray if necessary and if you can tolerate it.

8. THIS IS WAR!!! The roaches must not win. (Now, if we can just keep them from getting elected…)

 

Update: We moved out of our relative’s house in November. We did NOT take the cockroaches with us! I’m not entirely sure how that happened, but we do not have roaches in our new home.

We keep things cleaned up, and the garbage battened down, and the dishes in the dishwasher each night even if we don’t run it until the next day.

This war is winnable.

Now… for the bedbugs…

Dogface In The Morning

I ate some chicken. It doesn’t matter WHOSE chicken, or where, probably ANY chicken would have done it. (A few months ago the water went off here – smelled of chemicals, badly. I’ve been having severe allergic reactions ever since. Necessary backstory, I suppose.)

Somewhere  in the middle of the night I wake, and my lips feel funny. Sorta like the novacaine is wearing off, only fat and puffy. It happens sometimes, and it is never even. Various parts of my face swell up and itch – it isn’t hives, this is LOTS of swelling, and a little bit of itch. It hits one side of my lips (never the same one twice in a row), one side of the top lip, sometimes the other side of the bottom lip, sometimes my chin, sometimes my cheeks, occasionally under my eyes.

This time it is everything. But not on both sides. One side has more than the other, and it isn’t balanced at all.

I look like a dog.

A sad dog.

A St. Bernard.

I’m not quite drooling. Small blessings.

I take the Zyrtec. It isn’t quite up to it.

Oddly I can breathe through my nose for the rest of the night. The swelling doesn’t go down, but it doesn’t go up either. It does not progress to congestion and severe asthma. But my whole face has lumps and distortions.

I wake in the morning and it is still very swollen. I know how this one goes, as I move my face, the swelling will go down. Takes about an hour. This time it takes three… four. Geez. After about two hours I still looked like I had Bell’s Palsy on one side, sorta saggy. It isn’t that my face is saggy, more like there just isn’t room for it all up higher.

My lip still doesn’t FEEL normal, but my upper lip on the left, the last place to resolve, is finally NOT looking like a middle aged man who just shaved for the first time in 10 years and everybody can see how much his lip has grown.

I’m no longer a St. Bernard though. So that’s good.

The Loom That Laura Made

loomHandmade Shoelace (Band) Loom

The yarn here is handspun, and then plied, so it is a fine spun thread that has been plied into a two ply yarn.

I am using a single ply, thinner, weft thread, and this pulls it to give it a somewhat scalloped appearance on the sides of the finished ribbon.

This loom was made of thin wall trim, glued together with shoe goo. I made the shuttle and heddles also. More shoe goo.

The warp winds around another wood piece on the back, and I use the two clamps to anchor that wood piece so it won’t unwind.

I also peeled and scraped two pieces of elm branch, to use as raddles at the top. They separate the threads (use the heddle – drop it and insert one raddle, then raise it and insert the other raddle), so they don’t get tangled at the top of the loom. This is how I used it the first time.

Shown here is a SECOND heddle, right at the top of the loom, and I used that on this weaving, to see if it was easier to keep the warp threads from tangling as they unwound from the wood piece on the back. It did help – I didn’t use the raddles at first, but put them in later for this picture to show what they were supposed to be doing. Use of the second heddle there is not needed, it is just an optional thing. Once you start weaving, it doesn’t do anything to help things stay neater if the raddles are in use.

When warping the loom, the second heddle in the back can be moved out to the ends of the warp threads to keep them neat and even as you roll the warp onto the back stick. I kept that heddle just in front of the threads I was winding onto the stick, and it kept them neat and even as they went on.

I’m only using this for shoelaces. It is really too small for any other kind of compressed warp weaving, the heddles that fit it are just too narrow. I could use it for narrow balanced weavings that turn out the full width of the heddle, but it would still be mighty small stuff!

You can see the finished lace, and it is pulled down and wrapped around the back brace on the loom, and held there by a binder clip.

To advance the warp, I remove the binder clip, take off the two pink clips, and then unroll the warp stick. I then refasten the pink clips, and pull on the finished weaving to pull the unrolled warp thread up and over, through the heddle and raddles (again, only one or the other is really required at this point). I pull it very tight and re-clip the finished weaving to the back brace. All the rest of the finished lacing dangles off in a pile.

This loom is pretty tiny, and the working space (space between the obstacles at the top, and the frame at the bottom) where you can actually WEAVE, is very short. I have to advance the warp about every 4″. I think this is about as small as I’d ever want to make a loom for making ribbon or bands, or shoelaces.

People do use smaller looms – pin looms, tiny tapestry looms, H looms, and other little bitty things. They are used for small weavings, pieced projects, etc.

This little loom holds up to a 15 dent heddle – that means 15 holes, and 14 slots, for 29 threads total. If using larger yarn it makes a fairly wide piece, and the warp is not compressed. Once you go to band weaving with a compressed warp though, it narrows down considerably, and will only make half that width or narrower, depending on thread weight (the narrower the thread, the narrower the finished piece).

Is it fun? It is faster than I thought it could be – feels faster, anyway. The warping is tedious and awkward. The advancement of the warp is tiresome. The weaving itself is boring, as weaving tends to be. But it is a calm and simple thing to do when I’m tired, or when I’m occupied with something else and just need to keep my hands busy. I don’t really binge Netflix, I’m not the type anymore, but I do spin or weave in the evenings when we watch a movie, and sometimes during the day when I have to sit down.

I’ll be making another of these, much wider. I want to do wider pieces of compressed warp weavings, with band style straight weave and complex weave designs. I have more homemade heddles that have more than one row of holes in them, to vary the weave type.

UPDATE: I did make another wider loom to make wider weavings on, and when I made this first loom I had also made a beveled shuttle. It took several days of sanding and shaping (I only had hand tools to do it). It was pretty hard to do, and I had no motivation to do another one, especially the larger one I really needed. But I had a 4 inch one (Inkle style), when I discovered how to make a simple shuttle from popsicle sticks. I used the stick shuttle for several sets of laces, and found it to be functional, but sometimes awkward due to having to keep track of two ends as I worked it through the warps.

Today, three weeks after this initial post, I tried the beveled shuttle. It is FAR easier to use, it just slides through without hanging up. I’m really glad I learned to make the popsicle stick shuttle, but I’m much happier using the beveled shuttle.

Ever Wonder About Those Corncobs?

“I’d like to subscribe to your newspaper, what is the cost?”

“It is a dollar a week. But tell you what. You drop a load of corncobs behind my outhouse and I’ll give you that subscription.”

“If I had corncobs I wouldn’t need your newspaper.”

This is an old joke, and we wonder about those cobs. Surely that would tear you up so bad it would not clean you at all! And that’s the truth.

They didn’t USE corncobs, they only CALLED them that. The corn was husked dry, and the kernels were rubbed out, leaving the cob with the husks attached. You had a bucket in the outhouse, and you filled it, cobs down, husks up. You took off HALF of the husks, and that was your TP. If you were the second user, you tossed the cob into the can after you tore the husks off.

That isn’t all they used. Outer cabbage leaves, dried flexible, were an option, as were lettuce leaves, dock leaves, elk cabbage leaves, maple leaves, and other large leaves that were not scratchy. Newspaper was used, and was preferred because it was a softer paper. But the Wards or Sears catalogs would do just as well (once the new one came out you could use the old one, if you were still using the catalog you had to tear out the pages you did not need and put just those in the outhouse, otherwise you just left the catalog, a double benefit if you were a reading stinker thinker). Once they went to those glossy paper catalogs though, they lost their appeal as an alternative to paying for TP. Some families still endured it though, and remember it as a sort of punishment.

In the winter, rags were cut up into 4″ squares, and left in the outhouse. SINGLE USE! So you needed a lot of rags for a thriving family.

We are so pampered to have soft paper, and we don’t even know it. We complain if we are forced to use what my family called “Elephant Wipe” (paper towels). We don’t think about the privations of yesteryear, if we even understand what they were!

There are so many things we hear of and we can’t begin to comprehend what it actually meant. Corncobs are just one of those things that is misinterpreted regularly.

Lessons From Solitaire

I admit it, I play Solitaire on my computer. It is one of those things that rests my brain, and brings order when I am in the middle of chaos, or when I’ve had a day that really took it out of me.

There are lessons in Solitaire, and some are fairly profound.

  1. Some people judge you if you play Solitaire. Life is full of people who judge you as inferior if you engage in certain activities. But there is no dishonor in Solitaire. It can be a great time waster if you lose yourself in laziness, but it can also be used in positive ways.
  2. There’s more than one game. Hoyle has more than 50, and it is generally accepted that there are around 150 games, plus variations on those, bringing the total with variants to over 500. Life should never lock us into just one game.
  3. Never play an unwinnable Hand. Experience teaches us that many games as laid out are unwinnable. We can recognize these with a fair degree of accuracy, and filter them out. No point wasting time playing the game we know we will lose.
  4. Choosing not to play the layout means you forfeit. It counts as a loss. Most people filter that out in their calculation of how winnable a game is, so their perspective on the game is skewed.
  5. Don’t get too attached to the draw. When we invest the time in playing the game, sometimes we want to really make sure it is not winnable. With a computer game, we can undo, and then replay certain parts. Sometimes this leads to a win. But there is a point where we have to abandon an unproductive game, and go on to something worthwhile, because a game we cannot win, or even one we spend too much time winning, is no longer worthwhile. Maybe you COULD win after all. But at what cost?
  6. Most people cheat. When you ask someone who plays Solitaire with actual cards, how much they win, they report higher win rates than they experience on a computer game. It is so simple to shift a card, shuffle a deck, or reverse a draw pattern, giving us a chance to win simply by breaking the rules in some little way that we excuse for ourselves. We always discount this, and count the win anyway. We cheat more than we acknowledge. My own person observation and analysis shows this is fairly universal.
  7. Cheating skews your perspective regarding the odds of winning. This means you will recommend a game as winnable that YOU, PERSONALLY have to cheat, to win at the rate you credit yourself with. It does not make you GOOD at it, it just makes you INACCURATE at teaching about it.
  8. Playing a hand with physical cards is DIFFERENT than computer Solitaire. You can cheat more easily with cards. The computer generally stops that, but you are limited by the programmer’s interpretation of the rules (and some are implemented incorrectly), and you are given additional tools to aid in playing more easily.
  9. It is HARD to play a new game when you don’t have a copy of the rules. Ponder that.
  10. The best games are the ones that are less popular. The games we love most are not Klondike or Freecell.
  11. We enjoy Solitaire more when we have a variety of games. We rarely love it when we lock ourselves into a single game.
  12. The game that is easy to win is not always the best game. Those games that require more skill to win are the most fun for me. Those that are easy to win are what I go to when my brain is overloaded, and I just need to be able to do something right.
  13. The “Best” game is the game YOU think is best. It is never the one someone else likes best.
  14. Winning is never just chance, and never just skill. It is always BOTH. Even with an “easy” game.
  15. If we pay attention, SKILL develops over time, and a game we could not win, becomes winnable. This means we can LEARN to win some games. The skills we learn may be somewhat different from game to game.
  16. The rules of the game, and the way it is played results in a WIDE variation of winnability. Some games are simply easier to win than others, even when we have no skill. We learn to filter for those games we consider to be WORTH trying to win.
  17. Sometimes the Undo command allows a more realistic life experience, and sometimes a LESS realistic one, depending on what you are relating it to. Sometimes errors can be undone and corrected in life. Sometimes they cannot.
  18. With Computer Solitaire, you get either a single game in an application, or a bundle of games. Your perception of Solitaire on the computer is strongly affected by the software you choose. The Programmer becomes the origination of your Definition of Computer Solitaire. In life, our definitions of various activities and endeavors may be defined by OUR programmers – our parents, teachers in school, college professors, employers, government, etc.
  19. If we approach Solitaire with a track record in analytical problem solving, we will develop our own set of guidelines to improve the odds of winning. Things like looking for a hand with aces showing, or simple rules for ourselves about when we play the drawn card, and when we pass on it, depending on the objective of the game.
  20. The way the computer automates the game is NOT always the best way. You can’t always let the computer do it for you, sometimes you have to place the cards yourself in order to get them to go in correctly.
  21. According to one source, people who play multiple types of Solitaire learn critical thinking and analytical thinking better than those who do not. Those who play complex types score even higher.

So we do not intend to imply that all the world may be explained and rationalized through the lens of Solitaire.

But it does give one something to think about.

The Smell Of Rain

I grew up in Washington State. I was an avid reader, and I had read references to the smell of rain, but had never experienced it. Washington, you see, was always wet where I lived, so it never smelled of rain. It never even smelled wet. It just did not smell at all. Where I lived, nobody EVER prayed for rain, let alone held Ward Fasts for rain.

But Yakima smelled of rain if it had been dry for a while. The smell of wet dust. It happened just as the rain started. Or sometimes JUST before the rain hit.

Wyoming is where I really knew what rain smelled like. It isn’t rain, it is the dampening of layers of dryness. An earthy smell that rises as the dirt first gets damp. It happened a lot, because it rarely rained back to back, it almost always really dried out in between cloudbursts.

There are so many things like this in my life now. I know what they are. I have a metaphor for them. But most people have never smelled the rain I am talking about, so the metaphor does not work, except for THAT conversation. The one where the other person is experiencing a thing, and is not certain whether ANYONE else will get it. Then the metaphor works. The smell of rain is a thing they know I know.

Creamed Peas A’La Mode

It does not mean Ice Cream, it means “Of the trend”.

I don’t know what made my mother make creamed peas with dinner, she was never that ambitious about the vegetables. Oh, some scalloped corn now and again (and not even any bacon in it), but veggies were usually straight out of the can.

But she did. We ate them. We were like that. All six of us kids, and Pa too.

Pa finished dinner and left the table, and there were just a few of us left at the table. I think just April, Ma, and I.

I moved around to the end where Pa sat, and Ma was on the other end. April was right next to Ma, there were three seats on each side of the table.

I’m not quite sure what preceded the incident, but April apparently had it coming, at least a little. I must have been in Jr. High somewhere, to have the nerve, I guess.

She annoyed me some, and I was in a good mood. Decided to take my chance.

Loaded the tip of my spoon with ONE PEA. A saucy one.

Fired that pea, catapult style, at April.

That pea had no sense of proper direction, and hit my mother right in the middle of her forehead, just above where her eyebrows considered meeting up. She sat there stunned as that pea stuck, and then slid slowly down her nose, right between her eyes, and then took the slope to one side of her nose.

She didn’t say a word, she just got up and left the table. I was never sure if she went to laugh herself to tears with my dad or not… She does insist that I was the one who ended up doing the dishes that night. But I suspect it was my night anyway, she wasn’t the type to let someone else off the chore roster to punish another.

I don’t know how I escaped the wrath of mother wronged, but somehow I did. I remember that as well as I remember that pea sliding down between her eyes, and my own sense of horror at the retribution that I KNEW absolutely MUST follow such a thing! Food fights in our dining room were SIMPLY NOT DONE! No one would DARE!

April got off Scot Free, and seemed to do a lot of smirking that evening. I never again attempted such a thing, I knew that if I did, Ma WOULD NOT HOLD BACK! The shock that held her helpless this time simply would not be THERE a second time.

I remember telling this story to my own children. I had no fear in doing so.

You see, I NEVER made creamed peas.

Foraging Free

A cat marauded the chickens, and one chicken escaped from the chicken house. The chicken house is not ours, and we cannot make repairs to it, so there are places where a determined bird can escape, but they only wiggle out if they are frightened by a predator.

Kevin calls her Ginger. She’s just that chicken.

She got out. The next day we lured her back in, but she was out again when Kevin fed them in the morning.

There is no water out there. No free food either. She has to go after everything she wants.

A few days of luring her back in, and after that she won’t go. No point putting her back in, she just gets out. She stays pretty close though. Just one lone chicken.

Water is hard for her to get. Food isn’t plentiful, but she finds it. No doubt a hard life, there are cats, dogs, skunks, and even big cats now and again, all putting her at risk.

But she would rather have freedom than companionship, easy food, and plentiful water.

She’s just a chicken.

But freedom is just that precious.

Grow a Garden!

Gardening doesn't have to be that hard! No matter where you live, no matter how difficult your circumstances, you CAN grow a successful garden.

Life from the Garden: Grow Your Own Food Anywhere Practical and low cost options for container gardening, sprouting, small yards, edible landscaping, winter gardening, shady yards, and help for people who are getting started too late. Plenty of tips to simplify, save on work and expense.