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My Hero, again.

Scout helps with the laundry
Scout

Last night I awoke to what sounded like fluid dripping on the floor. My first thought was that my bedroom door was closed and one of my cats just couldn’t “hold it” anymore.

I flicked on the light to see Scout, my bat hero, sitting on the floor and Sally stretched out on my bed. Assuming it was Scout who was the culprit, I opened my bedroom door and asked him to leave. He slowly stood up, looked over at the baseboard heater and stalked out.

I closed the door and went over to inspect the floor, which was dry. Hmmm… and then I saw something brownish under the baseboard. Thinking it was probably a leaf that he’d been playing with, I swiped my toe over the brown thing.

Which started to squeak and chatter.
O.M.G. NO!

I raced to get my glasses and a flashlight and sure enough, wedged there under my baseboard heater was another BAT. EEK!

Scout followed me back into my room and looked at me with a smug “Told you so!” look.

Back out to the kitchen, still in a sleepy daze, I started looking around for another container. The coffee can wasn’t available, so I found a bowl. Hey, I was a bit freaked out and not quite awake. And this bat was in my BEDROOM.

I paced back and forth until I couldn’t take it anymore and woke up the Hubby. Bless him, he got a container with a lid and pried my little enemy from where it was stuck under the baseboard heater and removed it from the house. Then went back to bed. I swear, not much flusters that man. (Love you, honey!)

I can’t say I slept much after that. I did some bat research, dozed and woke up a few times after dreaming something was under my covers. The whole time, Scout was right there with me, so I felt a bit better.

It’s going to be a long day. Pass the caffeine.

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General Muttering

A few things today….

1. I went to a dinner where BOTH my sisters and my BROTHER attended. That’s a feat that hasn’t been accomplished in about 8 years.

Everyone was great with one another and we all enjoyed catching up. A little disturbing to find out some of the medical issues they’ve been quiet about and the fact that my brother almost died last spring, but I’m hoping we can repeat that without another 8 years going by.

2. I went to a breakfast at the local fire hall. Now this doesn’t seem like too big of a deal, right? But I think I may have been just as nervous as going to dinner with the family. It should have been an easy thing to do, but I was anxious because it’s something I hadn’t done before and there wasn’t anyone I’d know there beyond Hubby – or so I thought. I know Jenny thinks I’m a social butterfly that adapts perfectly to whatever social scenario I’m in, but that’s not really true.

This was an AUCE buffet deal and I was very appreciative when the woman rushed from the ticket table to the buffet line to remove the onions – just in case! :0) Although, I did point out that I was in a pretty good environment should I happen to get a smidgen of the toxic things, but she still wanted them gone! We got our breakfast choices and headed to a table.

As I was passing the one table between my seat and the buffet, a woman caught my eye and said, “Do you know who we are?”  OMG.. panic mode sets in. I look at this woman and haven’t a clue. I scan my memory for work contacts and nuthin’. She gestures to her husband, who looks vaguely familiar.

I’ve met one neighbor one time in the two years I’ve lived here, and he’s a gentleman who has to be in his late 60’s. So, I took a stab at it and said, “Neighbors?”  The look of confusion on his face let me know I was wrong. Honestly, my stomach sank. Anxiety ratcheted up and my mouth went dry.

Bless him, he said, “Think meat.”

That’s when recognition hit. I’d purchased some beef from this man about a year ago. I’d been to his farm exactly ONE time and spent maybe an hour deciding what kind of cuts I wanted to buy. How the heck did he remember me? I greeting him by his last name – which he promptly told me not to do – and his wife introduced herself. I felt a bit of relief because I’d never seen her at all, so no wonder I didn’t have a clue when she first spoke up. Pleasantries were exchanged and I sat down and ate my meal with Hubby. Just before they left, they turned and chatted for a minute about how their calving was going along and how the winter had been and let me know that they should have some meat available again soon.

He was a very nice man when I’d met him the first time, and I was glad to see he was doing well, but how the heck did he remember me? Still impresses me.

Hubby got up to get another plate of food and a woman walks over to his side of the table, gestures to his chair and says, “This your husband?”

Uh oh. I don’t know this face either.  I told her he was, and she leaned down and picked up the $6.00 he’d dropped on the floor. Then she told me I shouldn’t let him have money if he wasn’t going to be responsible with it. I thanked her, as did Hubby.

It was a simple enough interaction, but it made me feel more welcome in this environment, and I realized that by deciding to come to breakfast, we’d just taken some of our first steps into becoming part of this community and a lifestyle where just about everything happens at the fire house, church, Elks or Lion’s club or something of that sort. It’s a very farm-centered area, although you can see that starting to fray a bit in places, it’s still pretty strong. I picked up some fliers for upcoming events, like Bingo and a shrimp feed, so maybe we’ll come to a few more.

3. Two totally random things:      Sammy (my puppy) is addicted to envelope glue. He keeps stealing envelopes whenever he can and he shreds them to get to the gum on the flaps. Weird dog!

The inordinate amount of freakishly tall women I saw yesterday made me wonder what’s in the water up here.

 

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Emulsify – The EASIER recipe

About a year ago, I wrote a blog called Emulsify. In it was a recipe for how to make your own mayo. As good as it was, it wasn’t foolproof and took a few too many steps and too much time. So, this time, I’ve found an even better recipe. It’s simple, easy and has turned out great every time. I’d give credit for where I found this if I could remember, so if you happen to read this and you are the creator, my apologies.

Home Made Mayo

 You will need 1 mason jar (I use the big ones) and an immersion blender

Add to the mason jar in this order:

2 eggs – no need for them to be room temp, just dump them in there (you can use just the yolks if you want)

2-4 tsp lemon juice

1-2 tsp vinegar (if you like it a bit tangy)ground mustard, salt, pepper – any spice you might like. I used Old Bay this last time. YUMMY!

2 cups LIGHT olive oil

Put the immersion blender in and start ‘er up. In about 10-15 seconds, you’ll start seeing the mayo form. Slowly raise the immersion blender up from the bottom of the jar, pausing every little bit to allow the mayo to form. Continue raising slowly until you reach the top of your mix and then dip the blender in and move it about some to incorporate the oil. Your mayo should be thick and creamy and complete!

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Oh, What a Batty-full Morning!

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My Hero

 

The Enemy
The Enemy

4:44 a.m.  THUNK… dog panting

(Must be a cat jumping off the couch, or Hubby getting up  and taking the dog out….zzzzzzz)

6:38 a.m. BANG.. dog panting

(wth? Maybe something is wrong..)

I turn on my light and notice there are no cats on my bed. Strange. I creep to the door and peek out into the living room, barely identifying My Hero laying on the couch; until he turns his eerie green gaze my way. “Hello Scout!”

I notice Sally staring intently at the apex of the cathedral ceiling. My office is in the loft behind where she is staring. She is rigid with intent and suddenly hisses loudly.

I take a few steps into the living room and movement catches my eye just as a flying critter circles the ceiling fan and dips down toward my head.  The two cats and one dog feel they need to audibly alert me to The Enemy.

I duck and run for Hubby’s door. I open it and awaken him with the words that every husband loves to hear first thing in the morning from his loving wife’s lips. “Get up! There’s a bat in the living room!!”

He replies with a groggy “Huh?” and barely moves. Instantly picturing him sleeping through my attempts at whacking The Enemy with my baseball bat, I urgently repeat my request.

He seems to have no anxiety or sense of concern for time when it comes to capturing The Enemy. He dresses casually and decides the dogs need to go out and watched while they do their morning “thing”, and leaves me to monitor events. The Enemy makes another swooping circle, this time closer to my head, and I dart for the safety of the powder room, because now I have to do my “thing” as well!

Hubby is out with the dogs, I’m hiding in the powder room.

BANG!

I open the door to the sounds of squeaking and the sight of My Hero in the corner with alert ears. By the strident sounds of the distraught Enemy, I know My Hero has somehow managed to either cause injury or to defeat The Enemy. Now my fear is that My Hero will himself become injured. (Silly me, do you see the amount of FUR on My Hero?? It’s like armor!)

I fling the door open to the front porch. Hubby is seated and calmly awaiting for the dogs to return.

“Get in here!! I think Scout has caught it!!” I yell, as I race for the cover of the family room. “There is a coffee can on the counter!”

(Oddly enough, I had emptied that can about a week ago and thinking that surely I’d need an empty coffee can for SOMETHING, I’d kept it around)

Hubby donned some gloves, grabbed said coffee can and returned minutes later. He opened the door to my sanctuary and thrust the can towards me. It was SQUEAKING terribly. I may have freaked out a bit, cowered and hid my head in my hands. Maybe.

“What do you want me to do with it?”, he asked.

Really? I mean, we could save it for a snack or something, right?

“Put it outside, but don’t let it out of the can.”

Now, I’m not trying to punish the small thing that is obviously terrified in that can, but I have to check My Hero first and make sure he’s unhurt. If he’s been injured, I’m going to need The Enemy to be sure it isn’t carrying a disease.

My Hero Scout eventually calmed down from his status of high alert and sat still long enough for me to inspect him. He seems perfectly fine, but I don’t know if he bit The Enemy or not (and I am NOT opening the can), so as much as it disturbs me, I think The Enemy may perish in solitary confinement unless I can find a vet on a Sunday and ask if it can be granted a pardon.