There’s nothing more frustrating than getting the call from the doctor’s office that they have your lab results…and getting the message just after they close the phones so you can’t call back till the following day. ARGH!
At least they called in my Rx refill today, for which there is finally a generic available!
Better living through pharmacology…..
Tonight was the first round of the annual battle with the raccoon. It comes up to eat the outside cats’ food. I yell and chase it away. It pokes it’s head up from under the deck. I yell at it that I’m not feeding it, and it should go away, gay aveck! So this means we need to change how we feed the outside cats just to keep away the freaking raccoon. It could be worse. At least I don’t have to worry about skunk or bear.
First, thanks to elements for squeezing us in for a last minute, leisurely, lovely dinner in the cube Saturday night. It was TRULY appreciated and very much needed. Mattias, thank you for the swizzling! Thank you, Justin, for helping me to understand why my greatly appreciated french toast for brunch was tasting like bacon. You have no idea how thoroughly disconcerting it was. The Husband’s cardinal rule is no greens in the eggs, mine is nothing that tastes like bacon. As much as he loves it, I can’t stand it.
Next, the farmers market continues to disappoint. Maybe it’s still too early in the season (I didn’t think so), or maybe it’s that one of the vendors I’ve come to depend on doesn’t seem to be there yet this season, even though all the materials and emails say they should be. I’ll continue to go, of course, but it was a disappointment to walk away this week with just two boxes of blueberries. We’re not big veggie eaters much of the time, especially if I’m not cooking a lot which I haven’t been. I’ve still managed to pick up some good fruits between the Amish and Griggstown, but it’s just not what I’d been hoping for. I do also have the farmers market near the office on Tuesday, which is always good for strawberries at the very least and hopefully some more shelling peas this week.
We’re starting to plan a real vacation for August. A long weekend at someplace with both a spa and fine dining. It’s hard to find some place to meet all our parameters. Maybe we’re just too picky? No, I think I just need to refine my search a bit to find what we want- and are willing to pay. We looked at the Inn at Little Washington, but to stay on site was just a bit more than we were willing to splurge for.
After that, we’ll be planning a trip to Vermont. The 3 year plan involves a move, and VT is one of the first places to consider. Aside from the ski areas. Need to find places away from all that. Otherwise maybe New Hampshire. Need land, water and solitude. Pretty much the rest is negotiable.
Vermont has only one nuclear power plant, and it’s near where the state borders New Hampshire and Massachusetts.
<dusts off soap box….>
Inspired by a dear friend who has started her own blog to chronicle her family’s incredible journey, I’ve decided that it’s more than high time to dust off my sounding board here and get back to blogging. Even if no one but my Husband reads it! <waves to my Beloved>
Originally I thought this was going to be mostly a food blog, but I don’t cook much these days and when we go out to eat about 95% of the time it’s to Elements in Princeton- not that I’m complaining about that, mind you, but there’s only so many times I can go on about how wonderful they are, both staff and food. (And they do continue to be absolutely wonderful in every way.) I don’t want this to just be about my health. I HATE going on about my health issues, I hate thinking about them, I hate dealing with them, and I sure as heck don’t want to force anyone else to listen to them, so for the most part they will still remain behind the links.
But I think I’m going to just ramble a bit more here then I have been. So we’ll see what spews forth.
Thought for today….how is tomorrow Summer Solstice? Where did my Spring go?!?!!?