Cats go outside. It's what they do. City cats roam the neighborhood. Country cats roam the fields. Cats do not stay contained in a yard like dogs do. And they have NO desire to please their masters by staying put.
Earlier this week, a neighbor came over to introduce herself. She mentioned that we might want to keep our cats indoors because there are coyotes here.
Today Rosie disappeared. Eventually a neighbor came over. She had been in the vicinity of his bird feeder, so he took her inside. When he saw the kids outdoors with the basketball, he asked them if she belonged to us. He mentioned that we might want to keep our cats indoors because there are diseased cats around who will likely cause our cats to catch said diseases. Also, she was hanging around his bird feeder.
I know there are bird-watchers who detest cats and want every feline on a leash. I know my cats are going to be utterly miserable if they have to stay indoors forever. I know there is no way to teach a cat to stay in its own yard. I know I don't want to start off on a bad foot with the neighbors. So now what?
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Pegboard
I adore pegboard. I love pegboard. I love the neatness. I'm crazy about how much space it saves. I love having tools and shop-items organized and easy-to-find instead of stuck in labeled boxes. I love the pegboard in my basement! (But I do need to go out and buy gobs and gobs more pegs!)
Recycling
Long ago, I used to recycle. Then the government made it mandatory. At that point, municipalities wouldn't let non-residents drop off at their recycling centers anymore. Our local government didn't provide pick-up for recycling, and the drop-off place was open 2 hours a month when they could get somebody there to man the place ... which wasn't consistent at all. So I pretty much gave up on recycling.
Besides, we don't make much garbage anyway. I don't buy cookies or pies in those plastic containers; I bake. I don't buy fast food to have cups that go in the garbage. I don't have those styrofoam trays that meat comes in; it comes wrapped in butcher paper instead. I like to compost during the non-winter months. We buy little "stuff" so there's not oodles of packaging that then fills up our garbage can.
So now we live in a subdivision where there's weekly trash pick-up (as opposed to monthly which we had in the previous house). And they have those little blue recycling crates, and we're supposed to separate the trash. Today's dinner was cowboy soup. This is one of my favorite insta-foods, but it comes in tin cans: 10 of them for the double-recipe I usually make. And I'm thinking, "Hey, that's a LOT of can-ends to cut off!" It's not just the 10 to open the cans, but 20 to cut out the ends so that the cans can be properly flattened as per the govt's instructions on How To Recycle. And I have a manual can-opener. I suppose I could buy an electric can opener to make it easier to comply with the recycling instructions. But would THAT make sense? Using electricity so that we can recycle and save energy???
And then, after cutting off all those blasted tin-can ends, I had to wash them. Again, where's the sense in this??? I waste water to wash a can, all for the sake of putting it in the garbage. Those tin cans rust and decompose pretty quickly anyway. I'm probably using more energy to recycle the can my kidney beans came in than the [ta da!] recycling conserves.
Green people need to learn to look at the big picture.
Besides, we don't make much garbage anyway. I don't buy cookies or pies in those plastic containers; I bake. I don't buy fast food to have cups that go in the garbage. I don't have those styrofoam trays that meat comes in; it comes wrapped in butcher paper instead. I like to compost during the non-winter months. We buy little "stuff" so there's not oodles of packaging that then fills up our garbage can.
So now we live in a subdivision where there's weekly trash pick-up (as opposed to monthly which we had in the previous house). And they have those little blue recycling crates, and we're supposed to separate the trash. Today's dinner was cowboy soup. This is one of my favorite insta-foods, but it comes in tin cans: 10 of them for the double-recipe I usually make. And I'm thinking, "Hey, that's a LOT of can-ends to cut off!" It's not just the 10 to open the cans, but 20 to cut out the ends so that the cans can be properly flattened as per the govt's instructions on How To Recycle. And I have a manual can-opener. I suppose I could buy an electric can opener to make it easier to comply with the recycling instructions. But would THAT make sense? Using electricity so that we can recycle and save energy???
And then, after cutting off all those blasted tin-can ends, I had to wash them. Again, where's the sense in this??? I waste water to wash a can, all for the sake of putting it in the garbage. Those tin cans rust and decompose pretty quickly anyway. I'm probably using more energy to recycle the can my kidney beans came in than the [ta da!] recycling conserves.
Green people need to learn to look at the big picture.
Psalm 118:16
The right hand of the Lord does valiantly.
The right hand of the Lord is exalted.
The right hand of the Lord does valiantly.
Interesting how that's said three times in a row. Kinda like earlier in the psalm it says three times in a row, Let [someone] now say, "His mercy endures forever."
Usually "is exalted" can be translated just as validly by "lifted up." Interesting how the middle one of the triplet happens to be "lifted up."
As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up.
The right hand of the Lord is exalted.
The right hand of the Lord does valiantly.
Interesting how that's said three times in a row. Kinda like earlier in the psalm it says three times in a row, Let [someone] now say, "His mercy endures forever."
Usually "is exalted" can be translated just as validly by "lifted up." Interesting how the middle one of the triplet happens to be "lifted up."
As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Cat Food
When kitty does not have acres in which to hunt gophers, the lady of the house must purchase vaster quantities of kibble. Poor kitty, she's trying to do her job, but we seem to have taken most of her job away from her. Yet she is rather content to take more naps, sun herself more, and go on safari for whatever few snacks she can capture.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Tongue
Last time I cooked beef tongue, I put it in the crockpot with barbecue sauce. It tasted fine, but it was way too tender. Almost like a custard or pudding.
Today's attempt turned out better. I cooked the tongue, covered, in a small amount of water for about 30 minutes. This water was disposed of. Then I skinned the meat and sliced it. It was then simmered for about 45-60 minutes in more water, with some onion slices, salt, pepper, garlic, red wine, and Emeril's Essence.
I think we were all prepped for a plate of edible beef, knowing that we would have cherry-filled and streusel-topped coffee cake to reward ourselves for managing to eat the tongue. But the tongue turned out GREAT. Gotta remember that for next year's tongue.
Today's attempt turned out better. I cooked the tongue, covered, in a small amount of water for about 30 minutes. This water was disposed of. Then I skinned the meat and sliced it. It was then simmered for about 45-60 minutes in more water, with some onion slices, salt, pepper, garlic, red wine, and Emeril's Essence.
I think we were all prepped for a plate of edible beef, knowing that we would have cherry-filled and streusel-topped coffee cake to reward ourselves for managing to eat the tongue. But the tongue turned out GREAT. Gotta remember that for next year's tongue.
Recently
Maggie got a gmail account and has been chatting chatting chatting with everybody she can get a hold of. If she gets a hold of you and won't hush and won't take a hint that you have other responsibilities, please be "rude" and tell her you have to go. But if you don't mind chatting, I suppose the writing-time does her no harm!
The wonderful guy at the local Ace Hardware matched my kitchen paint for me with his wonderful little machine. It's such a good match that I'm going to get by with painting just a 10' stretch of wall. The spattered cupboard insides are done, and all the contents of that huge cupboard tucked away again -- instead of congregating on the meal table and the kitchen counters and various locations of the kitchen floor. The cubby for the refrigerator is also painted, so the fridge is no longer sitting in the middle of the room either.
Got drivers licenses changed.
Registered to vote.
Rachel got a job.
Bought Andrew jeans so that he can go out in public now without exposing his naked little knees.
Skipped church last night as we didn't get home from errands until a few minutes before service started.
Watched Enchanted on Monday. It was superb; it even made me laugh a couple of times. And with how things went on Sunday and Monday, that's saying a whole lot!
Wednesday is dollar-day at the laundromat, so I took all the sheets and washed them yesterday. The weather cooperated so I could dry them on the line. Normally I can only wash 2-4 loads a day, so that I don't end up with a back-up of wet clothes awaiting their turn in the dryer. (Oh, we will luv luv luv it when the new septic is installed and we can return to using water less frugally.)
Got nothing accomplished today but mailing some packages, getting an oil change, and preparing a birthday dinner. Thankfully, my day wasn't spent wielding a snow shovel as the forecasters had threatened.
The wonderful guy at the local Ace Hardware matched my kitchen paint for me with his wonderful little machine. It's such a good match that I'm going to get by with painting just a 10' stretch of wall. The spattered cupboard insides are done, and all the contents of that huge cupboard tucked away again -- instead of congregating on the meal table and the kitchen counters and various locations of the kitchen floor. The cubby for the refrigerator is also painted, so the fridge is no longer sitting in the middle of the room either.
Got drivers licenses changed.
Registered to vote.
Rachel got a job.
Bought Andrew jeans so that he can go out in public now without exposing his naked little knees.
Skipped church last night as we didn't get home from errands until a few minutes before service started.
Watched Enchanted on Monday. It was superb; it even made me laugh a couple of times. And with how things went on Sunday and Monday, that's saying a whole lot!
Wednesday is dollar-day at the laundromat, so I took all the sheets and washed them yesterday. The weather cooperated so I could dry them on the line. Normally I can only wash 2-4 loads a day, so that I don't end up with a back-up of wet clothes awaiting their turn in the dryer. (Oh, we will luv luv luv it when the new septic is installed and we can return to using water less frugally.)
Got nothing accomplished today but mailing some packages, getting an oil change, and preparing a birthday dinner. Thankfully, my day wasn't spent wielding a snow shovel as the forecasters had threatened.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Iraq
Melody has some excellent observations today on the war, the statistics we're hearing about the war, the effectiveness of our soldiers, and what we hear from the media. Highly recommended reading, and it's not too long either.
Wanted?
With these words, Pr Asburry closed a wise blogpost on the topic of Issues Etc's cancellation:
If I were in the shoes of either Pr. Wilken or Mr. Schwarz, I'm sure that I wouldn't want to return to a place of employment that made it so abundantly clear that I was less wanted than window dressing.
Gary's been working an average of 11-12 hours a day, 7 days a week, for eight weeks now. Well, that's not entirely true: he did have a couple of hours off for the legal transactions to buy the house. It is not good for the body nor for the soul (nor for the family) for there to be no day to rest or day to help with family matters.
Someone called Sunday morning after the sunrise service and eagerly asked who was preaching for the services on Easter. When told, her response was a disappointed, "Oh, I thought he was gone."
"Less wanted than window dressing," eh?
Jesus wasn't wanted either. But nevertheless He came and ministered and suffered and forgave our rejection of His loving service. Thing is, we are not capable of measuring up to "what would Jesus do."
If I were in the shoes of either Pr. Wilken or Mr. Schwarz, I'm sure that I wouldn't want to return to a place of employment that made it so abundantly clear that I was less wanted than window dressing.
Gary's been working an average of 11-12 hours a day, 7 days a week, for eight weeks now. Well, that's not entirely true: he did have a couple of hours off for the legal transactions to buy the house. It is not good for the body nor for the soul (nor for the family) for there to be no day to rest or day to help with family matters.
Someone called Sunday morning after the sunrise service and eagerly asked who was preaching for the services on Easter. When told, her response was a disappointed, "Oh, I thought he was gone."
"Less wanted than window dressing," eh?
Jesus wasn't wanted either. But nevertheless He came and ministered and suffered and forgave our rejection of His loving service. Thing is, we are not capable of measuring up to "what would Jesus do."
Monday, March 24, 2008
Corks
There is a reason wine bottles are topped with corks instead of screw-on lids. If the wine was not fully fermented prior to bottling, it is possible for a tiny bit of fermentation to continue after bottling. Problem is, fermentation puts off carbon dioxide, and that gas needs to go somewhere. If the bottle is topped by a cork, the cork can blow and the wine can spill out. If the bottle is not topped by a cork, the only thing left is for the glass bottle to explode.
Yesterday was awful. It took me until after 10:30 this morning to manage to force myself out of bed to face another day. I made it all the way to the couch to sit down with Maggie and watch a Schlessinger video about life in pioneer days. At the end of the video came a loud crash from the kitchen and the sound of glass breaking. Assuming the cat had naughtily jumped on the counter and knocked down about $30 worth of oversized (and hard-to-find) glass jars that were drying and hadn't yet been put away, we ran to see what was up.
It would've been better if the cat had broken the jars.
We had received a gift of homemade black raspberry wine. It exploded. It had a cork. I don't know why the cork didn't blow out and why the glass gave way instead. That whole cupboard was full of broken glass, and sticky ant-enticing wine was sprinkled and poured over everything. With three of us working, it took an hour to clean up the glass and spills.
However, black raspberry juice stains. The white kitchen walls are stained with the spray of the wine. The only paint-can downstairs is for the bathroom. I don't know how I'm going to match the kitchen paint. Given the nature of the house, I'm not going to be able to paint the stained walls, but will have to do the whole kitchen, the hallway, and one wall of the living room. I think I can get by with ignoring the stairwell to the basement which really should be done to match the kitchen, but wouldn't absolutely have to be.
I can't believe this. When I can't even keep up with the basic necessities of life (food and laundry), I get to do all the work associated with moving, and now, while the to-do list daily grows longer and never shorter, I need to paint several rooms too.
Yesterday was awful. It took me until after 10:30 this morning to manage to force myself out of bed to face another day. I made it all the way to the couch to sit down with Maggie and watch a Schlessinger video about life in pioneer days. At the end of the video came a loud crash from the kitchen and the sound of glass breaking. Assuming the cat had naughtily jumped on the counter and knocked down about $30 worth of oversized (and hard-to-find) glass jars that were drying and hadn't yet been put away, we ran to see what was up.
It would've been better if the cat had broken the jars.
We had received a gift of homemade black raspberry wine. It exploded. It had a cork. I don't know why the cork didn't blow out and why the glass gave way instead. That whole cupboard was full of broken glass, and sticky ant-enticing wine was sprinkled and poured over everything. With three of us working, it took an hour to clean up the glass and spills.
However, black raspberry juice stains. The white kitchen walls are stained with the spray of the wine. The only paint-can downstairs is for the bathroom. I don't know how I'm going to match the kitchen paint. Given the nature of the house, I'm not going to be able to paint the stained walls, but will have to do the whole kitchen, the hallway, and one wall of the living room. I think I can get by with ignoring the stairwell to the basement which really should be done to match the kitchen, but wouldn't absolutely have to be.
I can't believe this. When I can't even keep up with the basic necessities of life (food and laundry), I get to do all the work associated with moving, and now, while the to-do list daily grows longer and never shorter, I need to paint several rooms too.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Sabbath
The Pharisees went to Pilate, asking that the legs of the criminals might be broken so that their bodies would not remain on the cross on the Sabbath ...
for that Sabbath was a high day.
No foolin'.
The highest Sabbath-rest in all of time.
for that Sabbath was a high day.
No foolin'.
The highest Sabbath-rest in all of time.
Garnish
I don't do pretty. I do practical. Do what needs to be done, and do it as efficiently as possible so as to get to the next thing that's demanding my attention ... because after all, there's never enough time. I'm not happy with the fact that I'm that way and would like to remedy it, but it seems (oddly enough! - LOL) that there isn't time for that.
Yesterday I made fruit smoothies for lunch. Cantaloupe and strawberries and bananas with orange juice. (All of those, except the bananas, were on sale 2-for-1 and so that brought them down to normal Woodman's prices, so I was willing to buy them at my local grocery store.) Andrew looked at those humongous strawberries and decided to snatch one before it went into the Cuisenart to use as garnish on the edge of the smoothie glasses. A little touch. It took him all of 10-15 seconds to do it. But what was the response? Every single person in the house gave a little gasp and an "oooooooh" when handed that pretty glass with the little strawberry-slice garnish.
Maybe I should read Hidden Art again, and slow down, and take the book to heart.
Yesterday I made fruit smoothies for lunch. Cantaloupe and strawberries and bananas with orange juice. (All of those, except the bananas, were on sale 2-for-1 and so that brought them down to normal Woodman's prices, so I was willing to buy them at my local grocery store.) Andrew looked at those humongous strawberries and decided to snatch one before it went into the Cuisenart to use as garnish on the edge of the smoothie glasses. A little touch. It took him all of 10-15 seconds to do it. But what was the response? Every single person in the house gave a little gasp and an "oooooooh" when handed that pretty glass with the little strawberry-slice garnish.
Maybe I should read Hidden Art again, and slow down, and take the book to heart.
Friday, March 21, 2008
John 18:4
Then Judas, having received a detachment of troops, and officers from the chief priests and Pharisees, came there with lanterns, torches, and weapons. Jesus therefore, knowing all things that would come upon Him, went forward and said to them, "Whom are you seeking?"
He knew all that would come upon Him for the rest of the evening and the next day. And yet He did not shy away from the soldiers but approached them. As Jesus told the Pharisees earlier (Jn 10), "I lay down my life that I may take it again. No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of Myself. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again."
A Lamb goes uncomplaining forth,
the guilt of all men bearing,
and laden with the sins of earth,
none else the burden sharing.
He knew all that would come upon Him for the rest of the evening and the next day. And yet He did not shy away from the soldiers but approached them. As Jesus told the Pharisees earlier (Jn 10), "I lay down my life that I may take it again. No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of Myself. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again."
A Lamb goes uncomplaining forth,
the guilt of all men bearing,
and laden with the sins of earth,
none else the burden sharing.
Reproaches
Thus says the Lord:
What have I done to you, o My people,
and wherein have I offended you?
Answer Me.
And then He goes on to say how He has blessed us and we have spit in His face, how He has been abundantly good to us and we have despised Him. He demands, "Answer Me."
And what is the answer?
"Don't leave us!
Have mercy!
The Lamb of God subjected Himself to scorn and bore all our sin.
Have mercy!"
What have I done to you, o My people,
and wherein have I offended you?
Answer Me.
And then He goes on to say how He has blessed us and we have spit in His face, how He has been abundantly good to us and we have despised Him. He demands, "Answer Me."
And what is the answer?
"Don't leave us!
Have mercy!
The Lamb of God subjected Himself to scorn and bore all our sin.
Have mercy!"
A Wonder
The Shepherd dies for sheep who love to wander.
The Master pays the debt His servants owe Him (servants who refuse to know Him).
What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss to bear the dreadful curse for my soul.
How wonderful and beyond all telling is Your mercy to us, o God, that to redeem a slave, You gave Your Son.
The Master pays the debt His servants owe Him (servants who refuse to know Him).
What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss to bear the dreadful curse for my soul.
How wonderful and beyond all telling is Your mercy to us, o God, that to redeem a slave, You gave Your Son.
10" and Counting
It's been snowing for 11 hours and it's supposed to keep up (at this rate) for another 6 hours. And then lighter snowfall through the night. This is the second-worst storm of the winter. But barring that snowfall in early February, this is the worst snowstorm in years and years. And just think -- two big snowstorms ago (and several little snowfalls ago) we'd already broken the record for amount of snow in one year.
Below we have pictures of Yeti, coming in from shoveling, dripping dripping dripping wet snow.
Below we have pictures of Yeti, coming in from shoveling, dripping dripping dripping wet snow.
Proofs
Tis the long-expected Prophet,
David's Son yet David's Lord.
Proofs I see sufficient of it:
Tis the true and faithful Word.
The lame walk.
The deaf hear.
The blind receive their sight.
The poor have the good news of forgiveness preached to them.
Proofs.
And if that were not enough proof, He was despised and rejected. He was mocked and spit upon. He was tormented and brutalized. He was even forsaken by the Father.
Proofs.
David's Son yet David's Lord.
Proofs I see sufficient of it:
Tis the true and faithful Word.
The lame walk.
The deaf hear.
The blind receive their sight.
The poor have the good news of forgiveness preached to them.
Proofs.
And if that were not enough proof, He was despised and rejected. He was mocked and spit upon. He was tormented and brutalized. He was even forsaken by the Father.
Proofs.
Snow
So the day is going to be spent shoveling, going to Tenebrae, shoveling, going to Mass, shoveling. Good Friday is a day of fasting. Today there's going to be no time to prepare food because the day will be spent only in prayer and wielding snow shovels. And yet, moving this much snow -- and HEAVY snow -- is going to leave us in need of calories!
Ash Wednesday services were canceled. I wonder if Triune will cancel Good Friday too. There weren't many people at Tenebrae this morning. On the radio on the way home from church, I heard Archbishop Dolan report that all services in the diocese would be held regardless of weather because, after all, it IS Good Friday. Hooray for the Archbishop!
Ash Wednesday services were canceled. I wonder if Triune will cancel Good Friday too. There weren't many people at Tenebrae this morning. On the radio on the way home from church, I heard Archbishop Dolan report that all services in the diocese would be held regardless of weather because, after all, it IS Good Friday. Hooray for the Archbishop!
Theory about "Issues Etc"
In Bible class today, Pastor wondered how the synod "for business reasons" could cancel the one show which actually brought IN money for our radio station. My husband has a theory about that, and it involves the huge amount of money that could be obtained by sending KFUO into the tank and thus "needing" to sell it off. Issues Etc is an impediment to the notion that KFUO is a complete waste of money. Read more at Gary's blog.
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