Cleaning the refrigerator--ugh!

I just spent the evening cleaning the refrigerator. I'm talking about taking everything out and crawling inside to scrub off old dried pickle juice and unidentifiable crud. Why, you may ask, would I do such a thing on a balmy summer evening?

I am doing my once-a-year hosting of my women's writing group on Friday. It is also a potluck and some friends will bring salads that will need to go in the fridge. Therefore, my fridge must be far cleaner than usual. I dug out the crisper drawers and cleaned the crumbs and gunk from the nooks and crannies underneath. I washed down the shelves and sides, stretching and grunting with gusto. Then there were all the plastic racks on the inside of the doors with gobs of dried-on ketchup, chocolate syrup and more unidentifiable crud. (Thank goodness I can't smell!)

At least it's self defrosting so I didn't have to defrost the darn thing. Back in the 70's, cleaning the fridge meant I had to take everything out of the fridge and freezer, put pans of boiling water in the freezer to melt the several inches of ice, scrape and sop up melt water til it was clean and dry and then get everything back inside before it spoiled.

So anyway, the unglamorous job is done for another year.

Fat sparrows can't fly

I never met a carb I didn't like. I am also blessed with a fabulously efficient metabolism. I could survive in the wild for weeks and weeks without eating bunnies and berries.

As a result, I have shamefully gained 12 pounds in the last month just from birthday parties, family picnics and going out to eat. What is so annoying is that I can easily gain back in a month all the weight it took many months to lose. And it's not for lack of exercise. I've been more active recently than I've been in a long time.

This really worries me. I love to cook and I love to eat but I hate having to plot and plan for everything I put in my mouth. I often think that the worst thing about dieting is that it requires you to think about food all the time! That just seems counter-productive to me. I'm a go-with-the-flow kinda gal. I love leftovers, spontaneity and other people's cooking--whatever.

My busy "social season" should slow down to normal in a couple weeks so then it's back to vegetable soup and diet Jello again. I do this out of fear, however, because hardly a day goes by that I'm not informed in some fashion that I'm eating myself into an early grave (figuratively).

I want to see my three great-granddaughters growing up and my grandkids graduating from college and getting married. I have a lot of stuff to hang around for!

Gracie takes a hike

Some of you may remember that back in February we took in a stray cat and named her Gracie. She had not been out of our house since that time (except for a trip to the vet), and really didn't seem to want to go out.

Gracie remained very shy. The week that my three great granddaughters were here she spent her days hiding under a bed. Then my grandson came for two weeks and she was slowing adapting to him. One day, the boy decided to take each of the four cats out onto the patio for some outdoor time. He set Gracie down and she took off into the wooded lot next door. We haven't seen her since.

I would be concerned for her but she obviously has the skills to survive outside. I like to think she may have returned to a former home or found a home more to her liking. I am comforted by the fact that she left here a healthy, well-fed cat with a beautiful coat.

She obviously didn't bond to us, our three other cats or our home. I prefer to think that she simply didn't like us rather than believe she is starving, terrified and alone. But, of course, she found us once and may well find us again when the weather turns cold and the wind starts to blow.

I will keep watching for her every day.

Tis the season for road construction

There is an old joke in Minnesota...the four seasons of the year are: almost winter, winter, still winter and road construction. There is another joke about how road construction always consists of one guy working and a bunch of others watching. (The guy doing the work in Minnesota isn't named Andre, however, it's more likely Bob.)

I've driven a lot of roads in the past month and there is road construction everywhere! This is good for all the Bobs earning a paycheck and all the supervisors buying new cars. It's all helping to rebuild the economy.

I always say, "Whatever works!"

Another Tuesday

This is my sister and my grandson in front of the globe at the University of Wisconsin Geology Museum in Madison. I took this picture last Tuesday. It shows I am gradually mastering the intricacies of the devious, inscrutable camera. (I risk tempting fate by getting too cocky, so I will say no more on the subject.)

Yesterday, I pressed the boy into helping me attack the Wild Cucumber weeds in the wooded lot next door. This is a summer chore I have been pursuing for some years now and it's a nasty job. The vines spread in all directions and climb as high as 20 feet. Happily, it seems to be helping to eradicate the blasted stuff because there was much less of it this year. Of course, that might be due to the lack of rain.

A few years ago, I wrote a piece on the Wild Cucumber and submitted it to a local horticultural publication. They sent back a very nice rejection letter (sigh).

01/20/09 to 07/20/09

This cartoon gave me a chuckle because it's seems so true. Not a day passes without the newspaper or TV news having a commentary on how the economic recovery is progressing too slowly--or not working at all.

Well, it has only been six short months since the current administration took office. How spoiled and naive are we to think that the economic crisis would be over in a matter of months? No quick fix is going to get us out of this mess. I think it will be years before real estate values increase to former levels. Of course, that's just an uneducated opinion and I sincerely hope I'm wrong.

In the meantime, we just have to keep our chin up and eat more broccoli.

Excuses, excuses

This doesn't really look like me. I never wear high heels or dresses and never get permanents in my hair. It's just kinda funny.

My grandson, Allen and I went to Madison WI for a few days. Yesterday we went to see the Harry Potter movie (I'm not really into it, so the movie was kinda confusing to me). Today, I'm taking a friend to the hospital for surgery and Allen is watching the latest Indiana Jones movie on DVD.

The upshot of all this is that I haven't had much time to blog. I'm sorry about that. I miss you all!