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Apr. 2nd, 2018 06:28 amThere were seven of us for card playing yesterday. We started with Uno and never did get around to playing any medieval games. I didn't join in the rounds since my piriformis muscle was screaming at me but its noise was muffled midway through by hydrocodone and two muscle relaxers. It was the maximum dose but it worked so that was fine. Didn't even make me silly while folks were busy with cards. I sat in a well-padded desk chair to chat. I am concerned about the rate at which I am medicating, as it is every six hours - I'm burning through some major drugs here. The dread about addiction hovers. Bossman scoffs, though, as he points out that the doc would not have prescribed the drugs in that manner if he didn't expect me to take them and 'stay ahead of the pain' instead of doing what my husband and I both do, holding off on taking anything until the pain makes it absolutely necessary. He is sure that I won't need to be concerned about becoming addicted.
We filled small brown paper bags with candy and treats for Easter. The bags were our 'baskets'. They were just leftover [microwave popcorn popping] lunch bags that I cut handles into and wrote each person's name on but they worked, and we enjoyed our treats. Everyone contributed which surprised me. It worked so well that we decided (that is to say, I announced) we were going to host a party for this small group to stuff holiday stockings for each other in December. It will be fun to see what our friends get for each other. I wanted everyone to have advance warning so we can cache small gifts as the catch our eyes through the months ahead.
Bossman took the chicken I slow-cooked a couple of days ago and hand-shredded it, then mixed it with mayo1, a little mustard, and chopped onions to make a sandwich filling. We ended up, though, treating it like dip and using up nearly all of the 'artisan' crackers I had squirrelled away in our larder. One of our friends, who doesn't eat tuna or chicken salad sandwiches, munched on the low-carb crackers I'd pulled out for the two diabetics in the group - and ate nearly all of the bag! I know what to stock for his snacks from now on. The spicing treatment on the chicken meat came through very well. We didn't need to add any seasoning.
Later today features a visit from the dryer repair guy. He warned me that the repairs may go over $200. For a *bleeping* dryer buzzer! It never turns off now instead of making a short buzz to let us know that the cycle has ended. We have to leave the dryer door open to make it shut up. I hate this as I usually get the urge to do the laundry in the middle of the night when I am awake and my mate is sleeping. The buzzer is so loud that it can wake him up in the bedroom when I open the garage/kitchen door to go the laundry area. So if he can, I am going to ask Art the repair man to just shut off the buzzer if the dryer will work without it. The price of the replacement part is what is driving the repair cost. Art himself charges a very low service fee. I swear I feel like I should give him a tip to be fair to him!
I found the referral for the headshrinker in my pile of papers I haven't sorted and filed (finally doing that), so I shall be placing a call to her office after the dryer repair is completed. And returning a call the endocrinologist's secretary made while I was fast asleep on Friday. Bossman didn't wake me up for that one. His current credo is, "If she managed to fall asleep, I'm not disturbing her." I appreciate that - except for when I don't.
The kitchen table is clear thanks to our card playing, so I think I shall pull out my sewing machine and start on that overdue project. Oh! and call the hotel where Known World Herald's and Scribes is being hosted so I can make room reservations.
1We tried "Duke's" mayonnaise. All of our southern-raised friends are quite particular about using that specific brand so I thought we'd give it a try to see what makes it so special. In flavor it is somewhat between 'Real Foods' mayo and 'Miracle Whip'. Not as sharp as the former or as sweet as the latter. So we am glad to have our curiosity assuaged.
We filled small brown paper bags with candy and treats for Easter. The bags were our 'baskets'. They were just leftover [microwave popcorn popping] lunch bags that I cut handles into and wrote each person's name on but they worked, and we enjoyed our treats. Everyone contributed which surprised me. It worked so well that we decided (that is to say, I announced) we were going to host a party for this small group to stuff holiday stockings for each other in December. It will be fun to see what our friends get for each other. I wanted everyone to have advance warning so we can cache small gifts as the catch our eyes through the months ahead.
Bossman took the chicken I slow-cooked a couple of days ago and hand-shredded it, then mixed it with mayo1, a little mustard, and chopped onions to make a sandwich filling. We ended up, though, treating it like dip and using up nearly all of the 'artisan' crackers I had squirrelled away in our larder. One of our friends, who doesn't eat tuna or chicken salad sandwiches, munched on the low-carb crackers I'd pulled out for the two diabetics in the group - and ate nearly all of the bag! I know what to stock for his snacks from now on. The spicing treatment on the chicken meat came through very well. We didn't need to add any seasoning.
Later today features a visit from the dryer repair guy. He warned me that the repairs may go over $200. For a *bleeping* dryer buzzer! It never turns off now instead of making a short buzz to let us know that the cycle has ended. We have to leave the dryer door open to make it shut up. I hate this as I usually get the urge to do the laundry in the middle of the night when I am awake and my mate is sleeping. The buzzer is so loud that it can wake him up in the bedroom when I open the garage/kitchen door to go the laundry area. So if he can, I am going to ask Art the repair man to just shut off the buzzer if the dryer will work without it. The price of the replacement part is what is driving the repair cost. Art himself charges a very low service fee. I swear I feel like I should give him a tip to be fair to him!
I found the referral for the headshrinker in my pile of papers I haven't sorted and filed (finally doing that), so I shall be placing a call to her office after the dryer repair is completed. And returning a call the endocrinologist's secretary made while I was fast asleep on Friday. Bossman didn't wake me up for that one. His current credo is, "If she managed to fall asleep, I'm not disturbing her." I appreciate that - except for when I don't.
The kitchen table is clear thanks to our card playing, so I think I shall pull out my sewing machine and start on that overdue project. Oh! and call the hotel where Known World Herald's and Scribes is being hosted so I can make room reservations.
1We tried "Duke's" mayonnaise. All of our southern-raised friends are quite particular about using that specific brand so I thought we'd give it a try to see what makes it so special. In flavor it is somewhat between 'Real Foods' mayo and 'Miracle Whip'. Not as sharp as the former or as sweet as the latter. So we am glad to have our curiosity assuaged.
