Old People Days

 

It’s hard to write a blog when not much is going on and you’re looking at the life of two old people!

Summer has mostly passed; it was notable for very hot temperatures and high humidity for an extended time, neither of which we’re fond of anymore. We’re cooler now but still rainy, so the garden has slowed some. I suspect within a couple of weeks it’ll breathe its last productive gasp and I’ll spend a day pulling up dead and dying plants. The cherry tomatoes produced extraordinarily well though; we got thousands out of two plants. I have even been dehydrating them and freezing as a way to try and make use of them. I also peeled, cored and cut lots of apples this year (we have three trees) for freezing for yummy baked goods later this winter. 

I turned my mother’s old time zucchini bread recipe into a way to use up the yellow summer squash and boy, was it a hit. It turned out wonderful. Prior to that I had been taking lots of it to the shelter to share, even with the bunnies and guinea pigs. Chard loves colder temps and is still doing well; I had to also freeze lots of that as I love it in soups and omelets.

 

The shelter auction did well in late August and out of 32 items I had made (jewelry and art) and contributed, all but three or four sold. After the auction, I worked at helping with the sorting and then the dispersal of the items to the winners for several days. Prior to that and during, I was also baking my bread and freezing it in anticipation of having twenty loaves for the bake sale that happens for the city Fall O Rama, which was the 20^th. For the first time I can ever remember, it stormed badly that day and as soon as we set up we got caught up in the deluge and thunder and lightning. Many items were ruined as we only had two small canopy covers and the powers-that-be came around and said they were closing it down. We were able to pack up and move indoors to a local car dealership which was having a pet adoption event so we tried to piggyback on their endeavors but it wasn’t the same. After all that work by so many of us baking, it was a huge disappointment. As I’m sure it was for all the craft and food vendors who then had nowhere to go. Of course, my bread can always find a home or we’ll eat it ourselves!

Marc decided he needed some exercise help so recently bought an E bike and has been setting it up for extended riding. He’s been good about getting out almost daily and is fortunate that the county has many riding/hiking trails, some of which run over 30 miles into other small towns. He fashioned a quick trailer to haul the bike in and at some point I’ll be dropping him off and picking him up at some further point with it and the truck. 

Speaking of trucks, Marc finally sold the old Dodge truck which he purchased new thirty years ago! We parked it out front on the highway and it sold in less than three hours. Given that new, one ton dually diesel trucks are pushing $80-100,00 I can see why….It still ran and had only 160,000 miles on the best Cummins motor Dodge ever used. It now lives just down the road from us! 

Nothing earth-shattering is coming up for us; Marc will be having a contractor friend down soon with his forklift and dump trailer to help us dismantle and scrap out the old Travel Supreme so we can finally get that eyesore outa here! I’ll definitely take pictures of that. I have a couple of possible things coming up for the shelter; a Victorian Halloween house tour (I featured that last year) and a craft fair held in mid-November at an assisted living center where we usually sit with some puppies and me with my wares for sale. We have no plans for any of the holidays and will, I’m sure, spend them alone. 

I have decided to turn my hobby efforts in another direction; I am doing more jewelry and probably will continue with that and I’ve developed an interest in learning how to sew totes and handbags. I’ve ordered some neat fabrics and some instructions and patterns and am just starting on my first “practice” one using some leftover scraps of material. If successful, those will go in the February shelter online auction and we’ll see how they do. Due to the fact that most fabrics are manufactured overseas and given Trump’s stupid tariff regime, the price of fabrics has gone up leaps and bounds so they aren’t going to be cheap to make! It’s a good thing I’ve got a lot of fabrics on hand to get started with. I also do lots of reading and have a jigsaw puzzle going at all times. I try as hard as I can to stay away from the news as it drives me totally insane…

 

Summer

 

My cat loves to turn summersaults. He also loves to break into defrosting meat packages and gobble up half a raw pork sausage brat; eat his way through Saran wrap to half wrapped avocado where he dives in, and he chews his way through new cat dry food packages to eat his fill when we’re not looking or paying attention. He cruises countertops at will; despite how many times we put him down or tell him “No”. It’s where the good stuff lives. One very early morning I walked into the kitchen to find the new package of catnip and its contents like this: Yes, he was dancing very merrily I might add!

He is however, a real comedian, bringing us laughs daily with his silly antics and behavior and he’s also very loving. If we could just stop him from attacking the girls (our other cats) he’d be the perfect little guy. You just learn to accept all the bad to be able to soak in all the wonderment and joy that this little life brings to our days.

I wish I could say the same about our political mess. I hate that it has become so all-encompassing that it’s hard to get through even one day without its strident ramifications. Regardless of what side of the fence you may sit on, you can’t deny that American life suddenly seems different somehow; not as friendly, not as accommodating, not as inclusive; much more insecure and uncertain. And way costlier!! As we edge ever closer to a police state, it creates utter and complete dismay for a huge swath of us who want life back before Trump. The anger and childishness that our politicians display towards each other and the public astounds many of us who wonder “Just where did civility and respect for one another go?” Without trying to be overly political I can only say from a feeling developing deep down in my bones: THIS IS NOT GOING TO END WELL.

Summer warmed up so our garden finally took off but has been hit or miss. The spinach bolted rather quickly so I really only got about two good pickings off it. Chard is doing well and the tomato plants are getting huge. Something is eating the small summer squash plants so they are still in the “iffy” category. The peas have been a virtual flop; I may get a handful off them is all. Radishes got planted late and seem to be taking their time. 

(Munchkin amongst the peonies)

Another Humane Society rummage sale has come and gone and I ended up working a lot more hours than initially intended as the gal that heads it up was out sick much of the time. Consequently, it was a little chaotic, and very crowded with donations! The first day of drop-off we were slammed and at the end of the third day we couldn’t find any more room to display items so just had to leave them wrapped in their boxes and bring them out as other things sold. Every year, with increasing age of all of us gals who participate, it gets just a little harder to pull off. Thankfully, Marc stepped in and helped us set up the heavy tables and came again for cleanup and pack up of the leftovers. One of the main draws to working the rummage is that we volunteers then get first dibs on items that come in and Marc & I made quite a haul this year. Of course, we give a generous donation to the shelter for the items but they all prove very useful to us. Marc's particularly pleased with a chain saw case, binoculars, and a nearly new air fryer which he has been using almost daily, along with his outside grill.  I picked up about seven puzzles, pieces of fabric, some darling ceramic coffee mugs, books, a bird bath, and a silk felted scarf I am cutting up for use in art projects. 

In other news, serendipity came calling about a month ago and a neighbor put up for sale a 2012 VW Passat with 120,000 miles on it. The car is in clean, beautiful shape, one owner, used for long distance commuting (he was a commercial airline pilot out of Chicago), and he had it priced for quick sale $3-4000 under book value. He was asking for cash and after watching several younger parties very interested but not able to come up with the funds, even though we weren’t really looking for a car I told Marc we should jump on it. We took it for a test drive and found it to be a huge step up from our 22-year-old Saturn, so we bought it. It can now become the “winter car” so it takes the roads salt abuse instead of our new Subaru. We put the old gal up for sale out front and she finally sold to a young driver this past weekend. It was a little nostalgic seeing her go; after all, she’s been a member of the family and such dependable transportation for 21 years at very little cost—hard to beat that! Long time readers will remember how long I’ve been driving that thing, ha!

We still seem to have myriad projects awaiting us around the house outside so the jury is out on whether we will be making it up to spend any time at our lake place. I would like to get at least a few weeks there in late summer/early fall if possible. Marc did manage to get up North for a couple days to help his buddy in his job of remodeling a lake cabin his wife inherited recently. What a darling place and such outstanding views! I could sit there for hours, that’s for sure! Northern Wisconsin is filled with thousands of such gems; the amount of water frontage in this state is amazing but what do you expect with over 10,000 lakes and hundreds of rivers? I’ve missed being on ours….

I am switching up my projects for the upcoming online auction in late August for the shelter. Jewelry has been tempting me so I’ve ordered some new stuff to produce more earrings, bracelets and necklaces. I even got a hankering to make paper beads and incorporate them; they are great fun to make using my hand painted papers and some fantastic scrapbook papers I found at Hobby Lobby. Maybe I’ll have some more pictures by the time the next blog rolls around! 

Till next time, be cool like our King of Chaos here: 

Surprise, Surprise!

 

Saturday before Easter, Marc had driven to Appleton to do some shopping and attend a couple hour wood workshop. Around 2 p.m. I heard the back door open and got up to see if I could help, asking “Can I bring some groceries in?” to which he replied “No, I’ve got it.” By this time I was across the room, rounding the corner into the laundry room where the back door enters when out pops my son, Neil! Talk about the surprise of a lifetime; I was dumbfounded I was so shocked as I kept hugging him tightly. It had been since mom’s death in September ’21 since I had seen him and his wife—way too long. 

Neil was due to leave early on Tuesday so we didn’t have a lot of time to do much beyond a tour of the local area; a visit with some of our best friends and meeting our favorite neighbor; a good luncheon out at an old restaurant on one of the chain of lakes; and a special homemade enchilada dinner for Easter—his favorite. 

Marc took advantage of his help to make further progress on the kitchen island by lifting the long, heavy butcher block pieces onto the top for measuring and cutting. It’s still coming along; he’s waiting for weather to warm up so he can spray additional pieces rather than brushing them. It’s functional as is but no where near being finished.

Our weather finally shows some signs Spring won’t be far off and we managed to get the lawn fertilized for the first time in years. Due to off and on rain, we’re still dealing with trying to get the garden soil in shape for planting but our last frost day is May 13^th so I’ve not yet bothered about putting out flowers. I’d say the next week we should be making huge strides on that if our backs can take it.

I’ve been producing quite a few art pieces to hang in the shelter surgery center. 

My new tangent is working with a gelli plate to do pulls of acrylic paint on paper which I then use as backgrounds. It’s great fun but often hit or miss. Looking at a background often gives me ideas of what I want for the art pieces, as in this first one of the bird. The marks lent themselves to suggesting simple flowers. 

I’ve also been coloring my own pieces of fabric to use in more abstract pieces.

 

Am I Losing Interest?

 

(Moon set early a.m.)

In what, you ask? Maybe general life, daily things, this blog. I don’t like the way life has become so much smaller in older age and retirement income. On one hand, my body tells me it’s good to slow down and take it easier but my younger-brain self says there’s still things left undone and I should be more energetic about doing them. The daily barrage of political angst doesn’t do anyone any good either and I’m extremely resentful that what may be some of my best final years have to be constantly colored for the worse by an absolute maniac and his endless-baby daddy-sidekick. 

I give the excuse that Wisconsin winters are hard for trying to accomplish much outside of the confines of four walls and my cabin fever this year was a real thing. I have managed to churn out quite a bit of sewing art though. We’re finally getting a few days where, like turtles, we can stick our heads and necks out and do something under the glorious sun for a few hours of the day but I’m so out of shape my body screams with the effort.

We’re trying to knock the garden back into shape since we plan on spending the entire year here instead of up North. We’ve kept it covered with lumber tarps held down with small pieces of leftover Trex decking material in a futile effort to mitigate the quack grass from totally taking over. A losing battle if there ever was one! We gathered all that up, with the plastic shredding in our hands, for Marc to haul to the dump the other day (800 pounds worth). He bought a burner torch so we can eradicate the dead weeds when they dry out and he has started rototilling. We want to build some beds up high somehow, to prevent having to work at ground level. That’s still in the planning stages of what will be best to use on a limited budget.

The humane society’s latest online auction has come and gone and I contributed 32 items and all but about three sold. The shelter made around $7300, a real shot in the arm for them, out of items folks had donated. Speaking of the shelter, they’ve been very successful at running their low cost spay and neuter clinic from the new building Marc was overseeing last year. They also offer very reasonably priced vaccinations, charging a mere fraction of what a normal vet clinic charges. This has actually now become their prime money-making endeavor so we have to hold less small dollar events in an attempt to raise money. Keep in mind folks, that most Humane Societies are not supported by anything other than a few small grants and loads of donations from people in the communities they serve. If you’re an animal lover they deserve your support once in awhile! 

We took advantage of their services for our feral kitty yesterday and found out it was a female and we got her spayed just in the nick of time. We’ve set up a small shed as her abode, where we provided a heated water bowl and food all winter and a box specially fabricated with a heating pad so she could survive all the minus temps we endured. We’ve now got her locked in the shed for a few days while she heals. We first noticed her hunting her little heart out as a young kitten, trying to stay alive, so we worked to get her to stay on our property. We’ve got plenty of rodents and now that our primary hunter Jerry has passed on, no way to control them, so we hope she sticks around as our “barn kitty”, which is what everyone calls them here. 

Marc continues to slowly work on our kitchen island, the longest woodworking project ever, LOL. We continue to have lots of fun with Buster but have been unable to get him and one of our girls, Spirit, to get along. It presents a lot of stress and aggravation into our daily lives but it should ease a little this summer as we are able to let Spirit outside more. Buster will remain an indoor cat.

(isn't he just the picture of trouble?)

(thankfully Munchkin & Buster get along)

On a final note, as we watch the economy and housing market absolutely turning to shit under Trump, we became delayed with getting our lot on the market. The Realtor we want to use, a very nice and professional man, recently lost his 22-year-old son in a horrific car wreck, so we told him to just take the time he needs to deal with everything and let us know when he’s ready to work again. Although Wisconsin still deals with a lack of inventory, the buyer statistics are sure in meltdown elsewhere in the nation, so we’ve no idea how it will all play out. It will sell at our price or it won’t, and if not, we’ll just continue to own it.