Rink Burgers a Bust

That’s Karen making her way toward the window; she’s next to the lady in red.

The rink burgers we had last night – which generally I find delicious, fresh off the grill — were so disappointing that I choked down mine without enjoying a single bite, and Scott left half of his – a philly steak lasagne special and the coleslaw that came with it – on the plate. If you know Scott, a.k.a. Voratio, you know that never happens. Food has to be pretty terrible for him to disdain it. He found something else to eat as soon as we got home. So much for burgers at the curling rink in Wadena. We won’t give up on other rinks just yet though. There’s still a hockey arena in town — mind you, we never go to a hockey game and I never will if I can avoid it so …I guess that was our rink burger experience for this winter.


wisewebwoman: I am so pissed. I rely on CBD oil for pain management and now it turns out Canada, now that it’s legal, has run out. “they didn’t anticipate the pain crowd,” I was told. Talk of moronic poor planning. Apparently bureaucracy forgot you need grow-ops with finished products and more on the go before you open the shop. The store offered me CBD with THC but getting high is not in my immediate future, thanks.I’ll have to try my Vancouver, formerly illegal, source again. On your comment: I have diabetes so shots take an inordinate amount of time, or the tissues and nerves to. 😦 My reading is through the roof lately. I’m not complaining. Must check out your recipes. We’re having a deadly winter, we’re all pissed. It usually starts mid Feb and now we’re up to our uxters in snow. Grrr.

One does have to wonder how the legal supply has been so poorly managed. Has the demand suddenly been so much greater? At least the black market dealers seem to know what they’re doing and I guess they should, they’ve been doing it long enough.

If you try the ginger noodles recipe, you might want to halve the amount of spaghetti if it’s just for yourself. I used an entire package and that makes a lot; also I’m thinking of making up more of the marinade to give extra flavour, as the noodles are tasting bland today.

Uxters! Another new word (to me), courtesy of you and your wild Irish ways! I must look it up online. That and another unfamiliar word, not in my Canadian Oxford Dictionary: bindles.

soapboxpulpit: can you by cauliflower rice,can here but havnt tried it

Never heard of such a thing! Let me know how it is, once you’ve had some. And is it crazy expensive too?

By the way, Reta, I was poking around Ancestry.com the other night and discovered the names of our Irish grandmother Mary Ann’s parents: George Lawrence, born 8 Jan 1786 in Ballinganane, County Limerick, Ireland, and Margaret Rose (don’t know maiden name), born 1785 in Limerick.

Looks like the village of Ballinganane is 30 miles from Dublin, but I can’t find it anywhere online. Seems there is a village of Ballingarry in Limerick. Maybe WiseWebWoman can offer some clarity on this, being born and raised in Ireland herself. I also found Ballynaganane in a Limerick voters’ list online.

George’s father was Barclay Lawrence, born 1759 in Limerick County, and George’s mother’s name was Joan.

So… Karen, Joan, Leanne, Karla, Damon … Barclay and Joan are our 5xgreat-grandparents. And Joan, isn’t it interesting to note that we have two Joans in the background … not only Joan Hoddinott in Frome (Somerset County, England), but a Joan in Ireland too.

I’ve received my DNA test from Ancestry and am holding off spitting in the tube and mailing it back till I hear that Canada Post has cleaned up its backlog from the strikes.

I have yet to find out what nationality our Bartley line was before the family became Canadian. English or Irish, I imagine … but which?

Teresa: Great picture. If the cannabis is less harmful and more effect why the heck not! Absolutely absurd! Food prices don’t get me started.

Our friend was told by a doctor that since he hadn’t had any school training with cannabis, he couldn’t prescribe it. But that doesn’t make perfect sense either — doctors aren’t trained in every new drug that comes out, but they still prescribe them — I guess that’s because the drug companies give them some educational material — but who is providing that for cannabis and its products?


Food, Prices, Cannabis

big sky

Walkin’ under the big sky

Finally I remembered to snap a photo to include with the recipe on the other blog, so if you haven’t made Faye’s Oven Rice yet, let me remind you to give it a try! I love it so much — and it’s so easy — that I made it three times during the week Scott was away last month. It provided six suppers for me. Since I was here alone I didn’t double it, but usually it’s worthwhile to do so because we both like it. Thanks again, Faye, for sharing this one: Oven Rice Casserole. We had it again last night with steamed carrots and a tossed green salad and Scott didn’t even complain that there wasn’t any meat on his plate, that carnivore.

Now what else can I say to catch you up on the last few days. Oh my exciting life!

We made a trip cross-country to Kelvington on Sunday morning to deliver beef to Scott’s sister and her husband, and had lunch and a visit with them. Before coming home we stopped at their Co-op store for groceries. I love cauliflower but wasn’t about to pay $5.99 for a head of it that was half the size of a normal one. Hope that’s not going to be the case going forward, regardless of what they say on the news about vegetable prices shooting sky-high. Cauliflower will become a rare treat instead of being included in the weekly menu around here.

While I’m focusing on food I might as well remind you about Joan’s Spicy Ginger Noodles. I’ve just made a big bowl of it, had it for lunch, and will be having it tomorrow and the next day, too. Tonight the plan for supper is rink burgers; Karen’s curling in town and we’re going to go watch a game.

It was Scott who gave me the idea to make the ginger noodles today, but darned if I can remember why he mentioned the dish. Oh it was because of peanuts. We’ve just bought a bag of the salted ones and he was pouring himself a bowlful last night for dessert and remembered the recipe calls for some.

Yesterday our neighbour, whose wife’s funeral lunch is the one I helped with on Friday, stopped in to return empty food trays (he’d taken home leftovers) and he came in for a short while. He reported that he’d dosed his wife with cannabis oil when the standard painkillers weren’t helping her, and that the cannabis oil had made a huge difference. We were glad to hear this because we know what some of the side effects of morphine and its derivatives are, and also that they sometimes don’t do the job without overdosing a patient. Unfortunately he had to push hard to get a doctor who would prescribe it, and he also had to give her the dosage himself because some nurses weren’t comfortable to do it without a doctor’s express order. This makes sense of course but don’t you think doctors need to get on top of this yesterday? People are suffering. Do what you have to, to provide relief. Get to it!


wisewebwoman: To answer your questions: Yes one gets a second Shingrix booster shot about 3 months after the first. I don’t react well, the 1st one was in my left upper arm and it’s still reacting so this one was in the bum but it too is painful. Yes another $150. Rant: Health Care why don’t you pay for this, a session with shingles in the hospital and care is thousands and thousands of dollars, you morons/rant. And as it’s seniors need this, its doubly cruel on slender pockets.
I just finished “Reading in Bed” by Sue Gee. And accidental discovery She wouldn’t be to everyone’s taste and the book cover is totally misleading for such an interesting writer. Hugely different and intelligent exploring different relationships and how we really don’t get close to anyone until driven.
What is it you think you’re reacting to, in the vaccine?
They insist you can’t get sick from the flu shot but I sure as hell did, and then got the same symptoms the following winter too. I hadn’t had a flu since high school so had no doubt it was the vaccine or its carrier that I reacted so negatively to.
Just ordered the Sue Gee book through the local library, which will get it from another library somewhere in the province. I love that service and if they ever don’t have it, you will hear me wailing all the way from here.
dkzody: I work on funeral memorial lunches for our church. Although hard work, it is rewarding work when you see the family and friends enjoying good food and fellowship around the tables.
I can’t say I worked all that hard, but I know what you mean about seeing people together for a bit of feasting.

A Funeral and a Christmas Party

snow1I enjoy working alongside Karen and her partner(s); it’s always nice to be with women. Three of us had started making sandwiches around 8:00 at Karen’s and by 9:30 were in Wadena, carefully trodding on ice while making umpteen trips in and out of the funeral home with boxes and trays and bags. We were setting up the lunch for a neighbour’s funeral that started at 11. Once people got through the buffet, they stepped over to where I was filling cups with coffee and tea to try to keep the line moving. What a pleasure to see so many familiar faces and hear so many polite (though unnecessary) thank you’s. People constantly win me over with their friendliness and good manners.


I was home by 1:30 so had a few hours to relax before it was time to head back to town for Emil’s Christmas party. A nap was calling, but I’m not a napper so bundled up and went for a walk instead. A lot of people commented, yesterday, about how cold it was, but I’d been thinking it was a perfect walking day: bright, low wind, blue sky.

Today was another one like it and, say what you will about how I’m not “mindful” while walking if I’m listening to a podcast to keep myself from being bored (because that’s what I do or the road seems endless, let’s face it; or as my late friend Katherine said, “It’s not boring, you’re boring!” — the wench — she may well have been right), it does make the long straight mile or more, with very few animal or bird sightings these days, pass more quickly. Today: lots of moose, deer and coyote tracks, but no bodies to be seen.


Who says snow is white? I see a lot of blue.

We joined a hall filled to the ceiling with revellers for the Christmas party and had a good supper, musical entertainment — even a couple dances — me anyway — Grandpa Godhe used a sore knee as an excuse to stay sitting, while I was asked by a couple strangers (to me) from the group home in Preeceville who obviously realize that if you want to have fun at a dance, you gotta dance! We got to visit a bit with people we know but hadn’t seen in a while, and were home in our pyjamas before 10 o’clock.


Roosty6: Rime Frost!! Jeez, are they changing that too? All my long life it has been known as hoarfrost and I have never before heard the term “rime frost”. Of course I will stubbornly continue to use the term I grew up with. Very scenic here too.
It’s beautiful, no doubt about it, no matter what it’s called, but like you I’ve never heard of rime frost. It’s as if suddenly the climatologists learned a new word! Surely you’d think there had been rime frost around here at least once before …
Karen and I, on our way from her place to Wadena yesterday morning, remarked that the frost on the trees was unusually heavy; so much so that it looked like thick icing. Again, it wasn’t really something we’ve seen exactly like that before except on Christmas cards!

Wisewebwoman: I do love reading about your days, the simplicity and the doing-ness of it. I’ve had a second shingles booster shot and I’m not up to much today as my arse is holding me down. But shyte I have a great book and this is a wonderful excuse to let the dishes mount.
Thanks for saying so, because as you know I do have frequent moments of thinking ‘Honestly, who cares?’ about my ditherings.
I didn’t know one needed a booster for the shingles vaccine. Is it as expensive as the initial shot? And is your heavy-ass day a result of side effects?
And what is this great book you’re reading? I’ve a stack of nine from the library but lately none are falling into the category of “great.”

Keep Your Fetishes Out of My Face

field on my walk

Got some blue sky yesterday; back in the grey/white today

Things I’m learning from books (specifically Jane Austen: the Secret Radical):

  • All those quaint stone fences and hedgerows in rural Britain are the result of the Enclosure Act, meant to keep the public off land previously accessible to everyone for wood-gathering, hunting, and even growing gardens. These enclosures created widespread hardship, including hunger and poverty, for the general population, while increasing the wealth of landowners who were meant to look out for inhabitants and workers but instead saw to their own pockets.
  • The gypsies turned up in Britain about 1000 years ago from India, but were initially thought to have come from Egypt, which is why they were called “gypsies.”


wisewebwoman: Jaysus. Lifebuoy. Peel the skin off a potato that soap. Maybe it was the inadvertent face peels that turned the men on? Years younger is a flash, pardon my exposed capillaries?

Catching up. Loved the movie watching episode.

There are some pretty awful ads in those old newspapers. And hey, ladies: it’s all about pleasing those men! (BLORT)

Speaking of (BLORT), the other night I watched the latest episode of “Sally4Ever” on HBO and had to turn away at the first sight of a man shitting on the face or into the mouth (I don’t know, by then I wasn’t looking) of a woman during a sexual (i.e. woman does it all for the man, which seems to be the trend in HBO series) encounter … I literally gagged. And I mean literally. Too much! Fine, people, have your little fetishes, but come on, HBO: don’t show me friggin’ puke and shit!

Other than that, “Sally4Ever” has been hilarious at times.

Her Sainted Kateness


See below for inside of card

Stayed at Karen’s last night so I could be there in the morning to help prepare food for a funeral lunch she and a couple of her friends are catering around noon. I’ll help with that part too.

Tonight’s Emil’s Christmas party – a supper, musical entertainment, and (usually) a dance. And a visit from Santa.

“I know Santa Claus isn’t real,” Emil says, “but I like to see him anyway.”

This will be an unusually long day for me, unaccustomed as I am to so much activity outside these four walls, and how much do you wanna bet tomorrow will be a layabout lazy one as a result? I mean, more than usual? Har dee har har.

Oh I’m not that bad. I walk at least a mile most days. It’s not enough, but it’s better than nothing.
I do the dishes. I sweep the floor. I change the sheets and wash the towels. I feed the cats and birds. I even vacuumed a couple times this week! Yeah! Because we got a Dyson, so there’s no heavy be-hosed thing to drag around and it’s relatively quiet. Maybe I’ll do it more than once a year now.

And I made a couple banana loaves yesterday. I’m due for canonization.

scrapbook 1898

This card is glued into my great-grandmother’s scrapbook. It’s obvious, from all the clippings that are loose between the pages, that she started this scrapbook when she was still a girl and then after she got married and started having children, there was no more time to do it.


Secret Agent Woman: That one scene would permanently kill the series for me. I can’t deal with women being demeaned like that.
The woman in the scene, a manipulative liar, involved herself with wholehearted enthusiasm to get something she wanted, but still … I don’t want to see it.

Secret Agent Woman: Lifebouy. For goodness sakes. But have we changed all that much – women are still pressured to buy, buy, buy to appeal to men.
We sure are. If only we realized how little we actually have to do (or buy) to appeal to men!

Joancarolineart: just wow. and i think you know which part i mean……
I do, Joanie. Keep a slop bucket next to you if you decide to watch that particular episode. Or maybe you have a stronger stomach than I — you can handle The Walking Dead, after all! I still can’t get the image of the zombie’s face sliced off and falling forward out of my head. Is there an eraser for the memory?

soapboxpulpit: the rich have always gotten richer from the hardwork of the poor
Yep. Can’t argue with you there.

Gotta Smell Good for the Boys to Like Ya

newspaper ad

A 1932 newspaper ad on one of the clippings found in my great-grandmother’s scrapbook


It’s been a day of power outages, starting just before midnight yesterday. That one lasted six hours; this morning there were two an hour each; in the afternoon one lasted about an hour. Kinda hate to start anything for fear of not being able to finish: washing the flannel sheets (only have one set of those for our bed [update: that’s a lie; I noticed the other set on the shelf in our bedroom closet that still has no door after 8 years living here; if you think you hate your contractor, try living with one!]), baking a batch of bread (newly inspired since Scott brought sunflower and sesame seeds from Calgary). Did inspire me to sweep the floors in the entire house though, that’s always a good thing, and to dig out a couple boxes of my CDs from the office closet. I really need to reorganize that room but something always keeps me from it. Something like — there’s always something better to do.

While walking to my mother-in-law’s this afternoon I noticed the hoarfrost (okay, the rime frost; whatever) is off a lot of the trees today. That may bode well for fewer power outages the rest of the week.


Lorna Cunningham-Rushton: We have 2 TVs…didn’t plan it that way but it allows me to do my Monday, Tuesday and Friday StarTrek while crocheting thing. I follow the new Nathan Fillion show and keep trying Netflix. Some of the old series are worth it…Dave and I both loved Homeland, and I need to catch up on our second run at it. I’d watch almost anything with Clare Danes. I like watching with my granddaughters when they’re here but while some of the kids TV is great, TVO in particular, lots of it is pretty crappy. Robyn always lets me know that she’s aware there are programs that won’t improve her development as a worthy person, and I’m so proud of that understanding that I turn my head for the worst of them. And yes I know I’m being managed.

I admire anyone who gives some thought to what they’re watching and makes thoughtful choices. And hey, if you can be gracious about being managed, why not?


deer crossing

Watching through the kitchen window, I was slow to get my camera ready while this guy strolled nonchalantly across the yard and out the gate by the barn.

It’s not hoarfrost, they say — it’s “rime” frost. Neither of us have ever heard that term before today on the weather report. I had to look it up to see what the heck they’re talking about.

According to Accuweather.com:

“There is a distinct difference between Hoar Frost and Rime, which truly only occurs in very cold, wet locations such as the tops of mountains, for example Mount Mitchell in North Carolina and Mount Washington in New Hampshire. Rime (which some people also call Rime Ice) is technically a type of frost as well. It is characterized by a more icy, hard texture and is the result of freezing fog sticking to objects as the wind blows it by an object.

For that reason, rime is generally associated with only one side of an object, while hoar frost is not – it forms in calm air and is generally found 360 degrees around things.”

Okay, if they say so, although it hasn’t been “very cold” or “wet” as far as I can tell. And it doesn’t appear to be on only one side of things; but who am I to argue. Scott says he’s noticed some different things about it.

Whatever it is, it’s caused power outages all over the place, especially the southern part of the province. We’re in the east-central part, but our power too was out: last night between midnight and 1:30, and this morning between 11 and 12.

Beth: Snow beautiful snow!

It is. I say out loud every day on my walks: “So beautiful.” It’s like walking in heaven.