Minnesota State Fair: Before and After

2017
09.24

Some people say a picture is worth a thousand words, so maybe I ought to start taking more pictures since words seem to fail me these lazy days. Here are two photos that tell a great story.

My sister Be and her husband went to the cities and took the grandkids to the State Fair. I think these Before and Afters tell the story:

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That’s all for now!

Happy Independence Day.

2017
07.04

I like that better than “Fourth of July,” because it reminds us that it’s not just about fireworks and picnics, but about our wonderful freedoms that people fought so hard to attain.

Some yard decorations from someone lacking a green thumb:

No matter how you plan to spend the day, take a moment to think of America’s great fortune, and how we all got here.

Happy Independence Day!

 

Forest Hill

2017
06.26

Let’s say you broke your hip 5 months ago, and you are eager to walk less like Frankenstein’s monster and more like your old self, and you know you have to do your exercises and do a lot of walking to get stronger and faster…. Oh, let’s just say it’s ME, because of course it is.

I try to get outside each day to walk a bit, but I’m still a little unsteady on my feet. I often feel that bumping into someone or something could send me sprawling (been there, done that) and so I’m cautious of crowds and uneven ground just now.

Sidewalks seem treacherous to me these days, fraught with all sorts of things to trip me up. Cracked concrete, pebbles or gravel, uneven pavement. It gives me the heebie-jeebies. The Lakewalk is nice and smooth, but I currently walk at a snail’s pace, and would be passed by bikes, strollers, joggers, kids on skateboards, dogs on leashes, and other things that might sneak up behind me and throw off my concentration. Walking is serious business these days.

But I’ve managed to find the perfect places to walk: Cemeteries. Aside from the bucolic setting and historical headstones, lush green grass and beautiful old trees, cemeteries are generally free of bikes, dogs, walkers, runners and crowds. They are peaceful and serene. Of course if you manage to actually fall, you’re completely on your own.

How many ghosts does it take to…. Well.

At Forest Hill in Duluth, the scenery is breathtaking and you can walk long stretches (if you count one block as a long stretch) without being accosted by pitfalls. Earlier this month, all the ducks and geese and other quacking critters were on the ponds, showing off their babies. What a sight! So glad I had taken my camera.

Go have a look when you have time.

Take bread.

 

Baby ducklings out for a swim.

Mom (or dad, I can never tell) keeps a watchful eye on the babies.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.

And so I did.

Well, That Happened.

2017
05.07

I spent a lot of time writing about this incident earlier, but then figured what the heck, nobody needs all the gory details. In short, here’s what happened: On Saturday, January 21, I was leaving a downtown restaurant with my sisters after lunch. Walking to our cars and saying goodbye on that sunny and nearly iceless day, I managed to slip on some black ice in the parking lot and went down like a sack of potatoes, breaking my left hip. I actually didn’t know it was broken until I tried to stand up. Yikes!
All Minnesotans know we’re supposed to do the penguin shuffle in the winter, especially the elderly and feeble. (People like me.) It just wasn’t that kind of day, and I was SO close to my car, and we were laughing and saying goodbye and going on to our own errands, and suddenly I was down. Just like that.

“I’m calling an ambulance,” one of my sisters said. I thought “Geez, that’s sort of dramatic and probably not necessary.”  I thought this for about 5 seconds, during which time I tried to stand up, and finally said “Call and ambulance!” A firetruck arrived first for a lift assist, but when they realized that it was more than just an old lady falling, the ambulance arrived. I was taken to a local hospital where I was put on an IV and pain medications, probably to lessen the tragic moment when they had to use scissors to cut off my favorite best-fitting pair of jeans. Boo hoo.

Surgery was on Sunday morning, though I remember very little of that. I remember being wheeled down to a waiting room with one nurse in attendance, and then I remember waking up in my room. My sisters were there, and the surgeon, and a nurse, and I think I told everyone I had had a hysterectomy 2 years ago, which was part of the brain fog I was experiencing, as in fact that other thing happened some 28 years ago. I can only imagine what else I said.

I was in the hospital for several days and then moved to Ecumen Lakeshore, where I was in rehab for 3 weeks. If you have to go anywhere for physical rehabilitation, try to get into Ecumen Lakeshore. The people are wonderful, the therapists are relentless (which is why I’m walking with only a cane right now) and the food is often very good. With one surly exception, the aides were kind and funny and patient and helpful.

But there’s no place like home, is there, Dorothy? I missed my cats and my own bed and my own things and everything about my pre-fall life. I was happy to return home, where my sisters had taken care of the house and cats and mail and all small details, and who took care of me as I resumed my “normal” life.

Today I’m walking with a cane, still in therapy, and have one leg shorter than the other by 1″. The surgeon says 6 months to 1 year to full recovery, and I was hoping that wouldn’t be true, but it looks like it might. I see a physical therapist twice a week and am progressing more slowly than I’d like, but I’m sticking with it. Having never been an exercise person, my advice to the world in general is “lose weight and get in shape before you fall, not after.” It’s good advice. Wish I’d have followed it myself.

So life moves along, and in time I hope to be doing all the things I did before, except faster than I’m doing them today. Lots of changes in my life, like giving up lawn mowing (seriously not a hardship) and being unable to get off the floor in the unlikely chance I find myself there, or getting into a bathtub for a bubble bath as I did all the time pre-fall. (I will get there, though: It is my goal.)

Now that I’m spending quite a lot of time on my ever-widening arse, I expect I’ll have time to write more. (Stop me if you’ve heard this before.) I thank my few faithful readers for sticking around, and I promise to do better.

All 10 fingers are still working.

Be careful out there!

Holiday Baking.

2016
11.16

Many years ago (1977, in fact) my friend Wendy and I lived in apartments close to one another. At Christmas, we would get together and make Cranberry Nut Bread, which was awfully good. We used empty soup or vegetable cans for making round loaves, which made great presents (we thought) but these days I use small metal loaf pans. Still makes a great gift for the holidays.

The recipe calls for cranberries to be cut into quarters, and since we were young and somewhat new to cooking and baking, we took it literally and used a small sharp knife to cut the berries into quarters. Talk about devotion to detail! These days I imagine you could use a large knife or even one of those kitchen blade choppers.

Or a food processor, but I’ve never had one, and that seems too easy, and would maybe take some of the charm out of it. This morning I made 3 small loaves, and yes, I actually chopped each berry into quarters with a paring knife. Just like old times.

I don’t think Wendy would mind if I shared the recipe, so here goes.

Cranberry Nut Bread

2 cups flour
1 cup sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt

1 Tablespoon grated orange rind
1/3 cup orange juice
1/2 cup water
1 egg, well-beaten
2 Tablespoons vegetable oil
1 cup chopped nuts
1 cup raw cranberries, cut into quarters

Sift all the dry ingredients together.
Combine the orange juice, orange rind, water, egg and salad oil, and add to the dry ingredients. Then add the nuts and cranberries. Bake in a well-greased loaf pan, or use 3 smaller foil loaf pans. (You could probably make muffins out of this, too.)

Bake at 350 degrees for 50 − 60 minutes, until you can insert a toothpick and have it come out clean. For smaller pans, about 30 minutes will do.

July 21 Storm in Duluth.

2016
11.10

It is hard for me to imagine the power of a mere wind storm, but those of us who saw the one in Duluth on July 21 this year probably have a new appreciation for Mother Nature. Horrific damage was done to many parts of town; Woodland and Hartley Field most especially.

I try to imagine what it must have been like for the folks driving home at that hour of the early morning, perhaps from partying or from a night shift at work, and trying to avoid the trees that were falling over like matchsticks. I wonder, too, about the animals who must have been frightened (to death?) of the devastation. Deer, bears, skunks, raccoons, birds, snakes… what did they make of the noise that sounded like the end of the world?

I took these photos at a local cemetery. Trees were uprooted and pulled out of the ground as if they’d been plucked out like a simple flower. Many cemetery roads were closed while workers cleared the fallen trees, and many tombstones had been knocked over  by powerful winds, or hidden under debris.

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cemetery4Closer to home, many neighbors on my street suffered huge losses to their property, while our power was out for nearly 3 days. Not as bad as some in town, who went a week without electricity. Not an easy task. I am grateful to helpful neighbors who used a generator to clear trees on the block, and who brought me a thermos of hot coffee one morning. Lovely!

These were taken on my block:

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Much closer to home, Asn my own back yard, two trees behind my garage. My handy neighbor came out with a generator and a chain saw, and made light work of them. One landed on his aluminum boat and caused a rather large dent, and the other was a spruce tree that I loved simply for its wonderful scent. Boo hoo. A tiny problem compared to others.

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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAside from some of Woodland Avenue and much of Hartley Field and Nature Reserve, much of the cleanup has been completed. Life goes on.

Okay: Life Box.

2016
11.10

My sisters winced at the notion of a “Death Box,” so I’m calling the Life Box, which is probably more appropriate. And speaking of appropriate, I found this wonderful box at Michael’s, and it was even on sale. I think it’s perfect.

For Jill!

2016
10.31
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I still don’t have your Email address. Do send!

PS: Those are pie weights on top of the cabbage. Two people asked if it was moth balls. Sure does look like it, huh?

Patt

 

 

The Death Box.

2016
10.28

Every month when I pay my mortgage and insurance and utility bills, I ask myself: “Who’s going to take care of this stuff when I’m gone?” Lacking a husband or children, the answer seems to come back to my family, which means my sisters. As if they didn’t have enough to do.

Though I am organized with paperwork and bills and household matters, it does not follow that the rest of my family will know where things are kept. And thus, The Death Box.

I probably won’t call it that, except to myself. I’m going to go to Michael’s and try to find an appropriate memory box to store this project. Which I think is utterly brilliant, and will be helpful to those left behind. Immediately helpful, I mean, unlike a last will and testament or other “legal” instrument.

Knowing that none of us will get out of here alive, I’ve started a collection of papers that will help my family clear up my personal business as quickly as possible. Social Security card, names of contacts at my financial institution, information about and title to my car, birth certificate, marriage license, keys to the safe deposit box… it’s all gonna be there. In The Death Box, on the dining room table.

I think it’s a great idea. It’s been a good feeling to get this done. I have a long way to go, but each day I go through certain file drawers and gather information and business cards that will be helpful. Also going to add passwords for my online accounts, and the name of my financial advisor who will be so helpful to my family.

Seems like a good thing to do, especially this time of the year when skeletons and the Grim Reaper are in almost every store window, reminding us that we’re not going to be here forever, but that pretty soon we can shut off the porch lights and enjoy some fun size Snickers bars.

So that’s my story. Taking care of business, I guess you’d call it. I may even write my own obituary in due time. I think it will be appreciated.

That’s all for now!

 

Recipe Giveaway.

2016
09.25

Little gets my heart going as much as old recipe collections at auctions. (Well, there’s Cowboy Dave, also at auctions, but that’s a whole other story.) I’ve collected bunches of them, kept some that I might actually use, but the rest are up for grabs.

They’re lots of fun to read. Some have been used so often they’re barely legible. Some have handwritten notes in the margin. (Use less butter! Henry loves these, etc.)

If you’d like to have some of them, drop me a note and I’ll stuff an envelope for you. I can’t throw them out, can’t send them to Goodwill, but would love to share them with people who would appreciate them as much as I.

Leave a note here, or send an Email: pjackson@pattjackson.com, and I’ll send ’em out until they’re all gone. Watch your mailbox!