Yes, Cats Can Swim

Kerry, Harleen, Nora and Georgio went for a walk this morning to see if we had any rain damage. None found.

But Georgio decided to take a short cut to get back to the pack. He mistook the red algae on the lower pond for dirt. He leaped, landed in the water and paddled furiously to shore. I tried to get a picture of him; he looked like a drowned cat. He won't sit still long enough to have the picture be in focus.

Nora is now working on getting him cleaned up. So now you know, cats can swim.

The quilt pictured here is one I finished for a class I'm taking; it's only 36"x36". The title of the pattern is "romantic." I think mine looks more "frantic." I don't think the teacher is going to be very happy with me. Oh well, live and learn.

How This All Started..The Way We Eat Now

A farmer (Chaffin Orchard Farms) I twitter with sent me a link to a blog about how to support a sustainable urban food system. The blog is Civil Eats. But for those out there who read my sermons about this I'll keep it simple and just start with what the blog says is number one. It's really the core of what I do.

"Start small and simple

1. Make a few things from scratch.
   
2. Pick three actions to start now: for example, stop eating packaged foods (that's a biggie), prepare your own food and cut out meat eating once a week.
   
3. Compost.
   
4. Plant and grow your own herbs (golden oregano, sage, Greek basil, thyme, Rosemary in my garden) and your favorite vegetables (tomatoes).
5. Get clear on the origins of your favorite food – where do the ingredients come from?
   
6. How was it made?
   
7. Harvested?
   
8. Who harvests the ingredients and how is it processed?
9. What’s the impact of your choice?"
   

My first step was composting. We can't use our garbage disposal very much because we have a septic system. To cut down on our garbage output I went to Peaceful Valley Farm Supply and bought a compost bin. Then I bought worms so the stuff would get digested easier. The worms came in the mail. Weird. I had no idea where this would lead.

It's taken me nearly three years to get to where I am today. I've met some pretty amazing people during my journey. Our next food adventure is dinner in a 100-year-old olive orchard sponsored by Slow Food USA and Chaffin Orchards. Everything served will be locally produced. I can hardly wait.

An additional benefit, doing this just might get rid of your sugar craving. Even though you may not eat it directly, I'll bet it's in so many of the packaged foods you eat. It's in the form of corn syrup, high fructose corn syrup, dextrose, sucrose, etc. That's all sugar and it does horrible things to your appetite. And it lurks in low fat salad dressings.

So that's my Sunday sermon.

My New Kitchen Toy

This summer I have plans for freezing lots of fresh vegetables; peas and corn in particular. Ziploc bags work pretty well; but this new toy works a whole lot better. Today I shelled a bunch of peas while listening to a book on CD (Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson). I blanched them, chilled them and then sealed them with my toy. They looked so beautiful as they went into the freezer.

I also made a big batch of chicken stock and cream of mushroom soup. The soup is already in the freezer. The stock goes in tonight.

This is our second straight day of rain. We got an inch yesterday. Last night I left our slider in the bedroom open so I could fall asleep to the sound of rain. It's really good for my soul.

Harleen ran errands with me today and was a real trooper. Once she has her vest on she knows that she's in the public eye and must behave. She went to a very short quilt class, to Starbuck's for coffee with a friend, then to the library and finally to the grocery store.

I took her to the ladies room with me at the grocery store. It probably looked pretty funny with my two legs and her four visible under the stall door but we managed. I would have used the handicapped stall but it was in use and I couldn't wait.

Quiet night planned; watching episode two of the second season of Boston Legal and having chicken enchiladas for dinner. If you've never seen this show, rent it from Netflix; it's great, especially William Shatner as Denny Poole. Candace Bergen is in it too.

A Fellow Blogger Needs Our Support

Her name is Jen but she goes by Creamy Silver: http://creamysilver.blogspot.com

I've been reading her blog for a long time. She's mid-30s, happily married to Bob, lives in Indiana, wants a baby ever so much, and is incredibly creative when it comes to making jewelry. She made my earrings for my son's wedding.

Two days ago Bob was diagnosed with leukemia. They are devastated. Lots more tests and results to pinpoint exactly what he has. We can't do anything about the diagnosis, but we can offer her support, positive energy, prayers, Reiki and anything else you have to offer. I know it would mean a lot to her.

She was very supportive when my sister was so sick last year.

So I hope you will take time out, visit her blog and leave her some thoughts that hopefully will help her through these very dark days. I know she will appreciate it.

This Is Where I Learned How To Swear

I haven't provided much transition from being a locavore and quilter but I decided I'd like to write about this part of my life.

I stayed in Minneapolis for 14 months after college. It was just one more really bad winter that convinced me to leave the state. Instead of heading west I went east to Europe with a girlfriend who was tired of teaching. We each had a round trip ticket on Icelandic Airlines from JFK to London and $700. We felt rich.

Withing a few months my friend returned home; I was left on the continent without a soul who knew me. Sort of an amazing statement. Nobody knew me on an entire continent.

I discovered the Overseas Weekly newspaper in the PX bookstore (I was working at the commissary to bide my time until I found something better). The OW, as it was called, was run by a bunch of ex-GIs who didn't want to go home after their tour of duty was up. This was 1969; things were not so good for the U.S. military. Vietnam was hogging headlines, as it should have, and our country was not sure what to do about just about anything. Drugs were rampant in Europe with GIs. OW had nearly nude women on the front and back cover. It was very anti-U.S. military; it was owned by two lesbians. I think of it as the National Enquirer for the military only with better writing and truthful facts.

Keep in mind as a new graduate of the University of Minnesota with a degree in journalism, I worked for Miller Publishing; I wrote for Hog Farm Management, Feedstuffs and Feedlot. I took those clippings to an interview with the staff of the OW. I wore a simple green shift, pumps, panty hose, pearl stud earrings and a scarf rakishly draped around my neck. Got the picture.

Turns out that the staff had been drinking much of the day as they prepared to send someone to Saigon to open an office there. I showed up looking like Little Miss Sunshine. I was hired, but when I showed up the next day, few remembered hiring me. But I stayed. They weren't going to throw me out.

The biggest challenge that the staff faced with me was my naivete about life and language, especially when it came to female body parts. I covered a lot of rape trials. I would come back with a list of words I didn't understand.

I finally learned all those words and managed to say "fuck" in a convincing manner.

I also dated the advertising manager for the paper. He was cute; I was thrilled. He was also gay and needed a cover for his boyfriend who was the lead tenor with the Frankfurt Opera House. I would go to the opera with him (I love opera), then out to dinner with the two of them and then be chastely walked to my door at 39 Berliner Strasse.

Well, that's enough for the first installment. If some of you are shocked; stick around there may be more.

Today's Field Trip

Here's what we bought at Chaffin Family Orchards in the Oroville/Chico area. Found them via Twitter, visited their web site http://www.chaffinfamilyorchards.com/ and stopped by to buy stuff today. We got a 5 lb. pasture-raised chicken, a dozen eggs (including that beautiful green one), EVOO from their own very old olive trees and low sugar apricot and peach jam.

Then we went to Durham to pick up a quilt I had left there 10 weeks ago for quilting. It turned out just beautifully. I'll take a picture of it when I have sewn on the border. Then on to Chico to La Hacienda, a great Mexican restaurant that serves this wonderful salad dressing. We will be having leftovers for dinner.

I'm off to nap for a bit. Traveling can be tiring.

Check out Chaffin Family Orchards if you are in the area. Not fancy but wonderful wholesome locally grown food. Locavores Rule!!!

Design Wall Part Two

This is another project that I'm working on. It's a block of the month (that's the three blocks on the right. There will be a total of 12 blocks with the medallion in the middle and four applique blocks in the corners. I really like this project. All the blocks have the same frame.

I've chosen the applique block pattern but have yet to execute it. In fact I haven't even chosen the colors.

I just love fabric. In fact, I describe myself as a fabric whore.

Applique On Design Wall

I just finished the fourth applique quilt block for my Baltimore Album Quilt; it's the upper left hand one with the red flowers. When I'm done I'll have 12 blocks. I'm doing it as part of an applique block of the month class at my local quilt shop. Each month the pattern gets more challenging.

Click on the photo to biggify.

Introducing Bailey

She's the reason Jean and I went to Santa Rosa last Wednesday. She's an 8-week-old Goldendoodle (part standard poodle and part Golden Retriever). Bailey is not a service dog in training; she's a pet.

We drove home with her in a small, soft sided crate in the back seat. First she threw up her lunch and was eating it again. That precipitated a quick stop and clean up in a mortuary parking lot in Sonoma. It was the closest, safest place to stop.

Then she pooped not too far from home. Cleaned that up and then took her to her new house. She is adorable. Jean reports that so far she is being a pretty good puppy. Up just once during the night to pee.

Another dog to chronicle. She weighs 10.5 pounds and lives with Jasmine, a 12-year-old golden retriever who seems to be tolerating her so far.

Patience

I have been waiting about ten months for morel mushrooms to appear on the forest floor and then somewhere that I can buy them. Their appearance coincides with the appearance of the lovely locally grown green spears known as asparagus. Well, the planets are aligned; I'm going to make a recipe from Barbara Kingsolver's book, "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle."

It's an asparagus and morel mushroom bread pudding with Swiss cheese. I'm salivating just thinking about it. I've never been known for my patience, but I've had to learn a lot about it now that I'm a locavore.

When I read the book last summer I could have made the recipe with dried morel mushrooms and asparagus that was grown in some foreign country and shipped to my local grocery store. I decided to wait.

Whole Foods is supplying the mushrooms. At first the produce guy said he didn't think he would get any; yesterday he called to say he had some put aside for me.

I could buy them on line, but two pounds of them, with shipping, would have been $117. The next day shipping accounts for about $40 of that. Just couldn't see spending that kind of money, so my treasure hunt began. None of the vendors at either of my farmer's markets said they had any or knew anyone who had any. Maybe...maybe not. I'm not sure I would tell anyone if I had them.

Usually the closest I get to Whole Foods is the Farmer's Market held in the shopping center parking lot where it's located. But last week I ventured in; I was feeling desperate. I found a very nice produce manager who promised to call if he got some.

First of all, I highly recommend the book. I actually listened to it on CD which was even better. Kingsolver has this wonderful soft southern accent. Her husband and daughter each recorded their own sections. The recipes can be found on the book's web site.

I'll let you know how it turns out, including photo. Oh, and we are have a baked ham from Coffee Pot Ranch to round out Saturday night dinner.

Harleen Goes Wine Tasting

Well, not really, but Kerry and I did. We went to the Perry Creek Winery in El Dorado County to pick up some wine from the wine club we belong to there. It was a great day for a ride in the country. Harleen behaved exceptionally well.

We had our Easter dinner at Mel's Drive-In; now we are all ready for a nap. Hope you had a good Sunday.

A Lesson From Twitter

There's a new logo along the left side of my blog, "Quilting Bloggers." A quilter Twittered me with information on how to sign up as a quilting blogger. I did it and ever since my blog has been inundated with new visitors from all over the world.

Lately I've been writing a lot about food and being a locavore; I figured I'd better balance that out with a picture of a quilt. This one has been posted before, but it's all I'm ready to share at the moment.

I signed up for Twitter sort of on a lark. I'd seen it around but, just like Facebook, had not taken it seriously. What I've found is a wonderful community of people who have enriched my life. I block a fair number of people who Twitter me. If they already have 2,500 followers, why do they need me?

Blogging has been great; twitter is the frosting on the cake, which, of course, would be made with local ingredients.

So far I have twittered with a woman who lives in the country outside my town whom I hope to have coffee with one day soon. Another woman from about 60 miles north of here twittered me. I'm going to visit her farm soon and get some of her farm's extra delicious EVOO.

Plus I can easily stay closer in touch with my family and extended family. So, for those of you who haven't tried it, you might want to give it a whirl. It's kinda fun.

Oh, and the quilt. I'm in a stash busters class that is free. Each month we get a new pattern and have to pick fabrics from our stash to make it. If we bring a completed small quilt back for three consecutive months, we get a free fat quarter. From now on I'll try to talk as much locavore as quilting.

Soup For Dinner

It's cold and rainy for the third day in a row so it's time for soup. Cauliflower, leeks, green garlic, a few potatoes and cheddar cheese. At the grocery store I found the amazing item pictured here. It's an oyster mushroom from Canada. That breaks my locavore rules, but I just had to have it as did the woman who saw them first. I've seen them packaged but never like this. Just like it was plucked from a tree trunk. It's a pretty fragile mushroom so I won't add it to the soup until near the end. Cooking is such an adventure.

Happy Birthday Harleen

She's nine months old today. I went back through some pictures of her. The one on the left is the day we brought her home, all 11.5 pounds of her. Now she weighs 59 pounds. The most recent one shows her wearing her dog seat belt in the back seat of my car. And then there is my all time favorite which was taken at the CCI Christmas party. She still hasn't gone into heat. I check her about once a week but no signs of blood. Somebody told me that her dog acted goofy before going into heat. Well, Harleen acts that way most days of the week.

Not much else going on here. I'm busy working on a camping quilt for Mark and Julia. They bought a kit and then discovered that it really wasn's as easy to sew as the web site suggested. I need to have it to them in Albuquerque before next Monday. The directions for this thing are very hard to understand. Yesterday I reached an exceedingly high level of frustration with the directions when I called Mark and told him I wanted to burn the quilt. He helped me figure things out so I'm back on track. Definitly not as much fun as my kind of quilts.

She Is Home

She spent 24 days in the hospital after her surgery. I got a text message from my sister this morning saying she was headed home. A nurse will visit daily for a while just to check all her vitals and meds but other than that she can go home. No transitional care. The staples came out of her incision for the turn down. The others will dissolve over time.

She is going to be so happy to sleep in her own bed tonight with her husband and cats.

Thank you again for all your prayers, energy and Reiki. It worked.

Quiche And Car Cleaning

Today has been a weird kind of day. I had lots of energy when I got up but that soon dissipated and I settled into a state of ennui. I think it's my new meds. I've been weaned off Wellbutrin and Zoloft and am now on Lexapro. My doctor increased the dosage a few days ago at my request. It leaves me pretty sleepy for much of the day. I know I could take it at night but I find that if I don't get all my meds on board in the morning I forget them. So the fog was there for most of the day. This will change as time goes on.

I got a comment from Kirby3131 (http://ttelroc.blogspot.com) about my quiche recipe. Quiche is sort of my stopgap dinner. As long as you have eggs, you can make one. Pull other stuff from the refrigerator and make a quiche. The crust recipe came from someone or somewhere; I just don't remember. Please take credit for it if it's yours. It's really easy.

Quick Quiche Crust (try saying that three times really fast)

1 cup flour (any kind)
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup olive oil
1/4 cup ice water (I use refrigerated water)

Mix flour and salt with a fork
Beat oil and water with whisk or fork to thicken
Pour into flour and salt mix and mix with fork
Press into 9 inch pie crust.
Fill with quiche mixture and bake at 400 F. until done.

This is not suitable for a baked pie crust shell.

Here's what I found in my refrigeraator last night. Bacon, which I cut up into pieces, leeks, green garlic and one portabello mushroom. I cooked it all together in a frying pan. Finally I added the chard. I striped the green part from the stem, tore it up a bit more and added it to the other veggies and bacon. Mixed it all up and then put a lit on the fry pan so the chard would wilt.

Spread this mixture in the unbaked quiche crust. Meanwhile I had cracked six eggs into a bowl and added chunks of smokey bleu cheese. Poured that into the crust. I put the pie plate on a cookie sheet in case it overflowed during cooking. It took about 40 minutes to complete the baking; I did test several times to make sure it wasn't over done. Just stick a knife in the middle. If it comes out clean the quiche is done.

As some of you know Kerry loves cars and owns a lot of them. I refer to it as his fleet. Lately he has been talking about liquidating it. I didn't pay much attention until a guy arrived bright and early today to detail two of his vehicles: 1992 VW vanagon and 1998 VW Jetta TDI. My God he might actually do it.

Even Harleen has seemed a bit off today. Could be the portion of a ball point pen that she ate sometime last evening. Maybe she is part goat.

We are having breakfast with friends tomorrow at one of our favorite greasy spoons in Auburn, Edelweiss House of the Super Omelet.

My four little tomato plants are still alive.

Switch Plates And Dinner

Creamy Silver Twittered me about her new switch plates. I requested photos and said that in return I would post photos of the stencilling I did around some of my switch plates. It's pretty simple actually. Joann's has stencils that fit nicely around a switch plate. Just get stencil paint and a small sponge. Doesn't take long and dries in about an hour depending on your humidity. The best part is if you mess up you can wipe the stuff off the wall with a wet rag and start all over again.

Now for dinner: quiche with homemade crust (extremely simple), rainbow chard, green garlic, leeks, bacon, eggs and a smokey blue cheese. I'm hungry just thinking about it.

And it makes great leftovers.

Worked up an appetite today with all my weeding. It's actually coming along quite well. My newly planted tomatoes are doing well.

My sister may get to go home this Sunday. Cross your fingers and say a prayer.

Tomatoes In The Ground

This is a German stripe organic heirloom that I bought at the farmer's market the other day. One of the farms is selling various vegetable plants. I haven't had a garden in a couple of years. I just got tired of trying to keep things alive in July when it hits 105 here.

I got four plants for $8. The other two are Georgia streak tomatoes. We have not had a frost in a month so I think I'm safe to do this. The locals say the blackberries need to be blooming before you plant tomatoes. Mine are not quite there.

Don't know if I will plant any other vegetables. I'll see what he has to sell next week. I probably buy more tomatoes than anything else at the market so this was an economic decision.

My sister is still in the hospital but doing very well. Her CT scan showed everything is just fine. She's now eating solid foods. Her birthday is April 12th. Last year we celebrated it in the ICU. I sure hope she's home to celebrate this one, which is a biggie...60.

Mrs. 4444 Asked About It

A few weeks ago over at http://www.halfpastkissintime.com she talked about the Heimlich maneuver. I commented and said that it had saved my life. She asked me to tell my story. So here it is.

I was working for a client in Bakersfield. He was sponsoring a lunch for the unions that would eventually build his power plant (he worked for Enron, but don't hold that against him). They had signed a contract with him to build the plant. Big celebratory lunch, which was my idea.

I was busy talking and eating...that's the important point. All of a sudden I couldn't breathe: meat was caught in my throat. I knew to do the universal sign; put your hands up to your throat. I was gasping for air. The first guy who tried it wasn't successful. Finally as I was about to pass out, another fellow came up and literally picked me up off my feet with the force of his fist. And that's the key point. The other fellow was trying to be nice. This guy knew that force would do it.

The meat actually went down not out; I started to breathe. Another guy from Enron guided me into the bar where he got me a big glass of water. I was shaking like a leaf and scared to death. On the flight home I began to feel real pain in my abdominal area. I had the biggest and darkest black and blue mark I had ever seen.

A few days later I had my annual pap smear. Well, as you women know, all is uncovered during those exams. My doctor saw the horrible bruising on my upper abdomen and assumed I was being abused by the man in my life. She started in on her talk about how help is available. She was visibly relieved when I told her what happened. Turns out she had been helped by the Heimlich maneuver when she choked on some pineapple when she was in med school.

So have you been saved by the Heimlich Maneuver or have you saved someone else? Tell me about it.

Grocery Shopping

I was so excited this morning when I woke up. It's farmer's market day in Auburn. I gathered up my bags and cash and headed out the door. The place was booming. The pictures show some of the stuff I bought: green garlic, leeks, kale and rainbow chard. Plus I got the first local asparagus of the season, tomatoes, Fuji apples, portobello mushrooms, a couple of kinds of cheeses plus bread and Nan from the Indian Spice seller.

Most of the tomatoes are already in my dehydrator. I'm also going to make some more tomato paste.

I talked with the guy who sold me my ten pound chicken earlier this year. He will start regular sales of chickens in late April. I am so happy. He told me he would sell me one before it's even frozen. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.

There is a new egg guy too. He has 550 laying hens who are pasture raised. Well, at night they go inside so the coyotes don't get them. My pork guy had saved me the bacon he promised so I stocked up on that. Once you've had his bacon you can't go back to the other stuff.

My chicken guy, Dan Macon, says he has an intern who is raising goats for their milk and experimenting with cheeses. I volunteered to be a tester. Dan farms with mules. No tractors belching smoke on his farm. Check out his web site for pictures: http://www.flyingmulefarm.com

I'm so excited about all of this that I have to take a nap.

My friend Deborah is coming over soon to help me with a project I'm doing for Mark and Julia; it's a sleeping quilt that is supposed to be easy to make. They struggled with it so I volunteered to help and then called upon Deborah who can make anything. In return for her help we invited her and her husband for dinner: BBQ locally raised lamb, kale sauteed in green garlic and leeks, a salad that Deborah is bringing, and a coconut cream pie made at a wonderful local bakery. I really appreciate her help.

I'm Home

The photo isn't very clear but I figured it was worth posting. It's a stack of mattresses at the Minneapolis Airport. Due to storms, some folks spent last night at the airport. They put these out for those unlucky souls. Just more of that Midwestern caring. I got home pretty late but I did get home.

First thing I did this morning was dig into the freezer to find locally raised ground beef and marinara sauce I made last summer. Both packages are defrosting. Then I toasted some homemade bread to have with my coffee.

My list of catch-up chores is long but satisfying. Weeding is at the top of my list. It's sort of a meditative thing. The bird feeders need lots of replenishing too.

Harleen is snoring at the moment; the cats are outside hunting for whatever gladdens their little kitty hearts. I'm just so thankful that my sister is doing well and that I'm home with Kerry and the critters.

Going Home Tomorrow Evening

Two weeks is a long time to be away from home. I miss everyone at my house plus my sewing machine, which is back from the hospital.

Vicky is definitely doing better. Yesterday she walked four times. She gets up to go to the bathroom and is eating a small amount at each meal. The doctor still doesn't want her to eat much.

Her pain pump is gone; she's on Vicodin. I think she misses the pump because it gave her immediate relief. Vicodin takes about an hour to kick in. The surgeon will see her today.

Physical therapy thinks she is strong enough to be at home. That was a huge relief; no transitional care.

It's rainy and windy here today. We might even get some thunder and lightening; I love them both.

She's Doing Very Well

Turns out her epidural was not dispensing the right amount of drugs because someone had not inserted the cartridge properly. That means she wasn't getting enough pain meds for about 24 hours. This was discovered on Thursday when the epidural came out and they started her on dilaudid through her PIC line. She pushes a button to deliver the meds. I call it her "junky button."

But it made a world of difference in her pain level. Yesterday she walked four times including at PT. The thought of going to transitional care is also a great motivator. She hates those places.

Still only clear liquids by mouth. Last night they added a nutrition line to her PIC line to increase the calories she's getting. I have to digress for a moment and rant a bit about the clear liquids they are serving her. As you know, I'm fussy about my food. I want real food not a bunch of chemicals. Well, she has not received any real food. I could make her great clear chicken broth that would truly deliver nutrition. The hospital doesn't seem to see things my way. She got this pudding thing last night. The first three ingredients were water, corn syrup and high fructose corn syrup. I'll stop ranting now.

They are finally giving her something for the gas, which is helping with her discomfort. The walking also helps. The catheter is out so she pees like a regular person. They moved her to another room yesterday. She has to be in isolation due to her super bug (starts with the letter "v"). She'd been in a double in which she was the only person there. Now she's in a single which is much better because she is closer to the TV so she can read the closed captioning.

Neil and I went out for pizza last night to the Eagle's Nest, a real dive in Robbinsdale that serves the best pizza I've ever had. I had anchovies on my half...heaven.

The doctor won't release her to home or transitional care until she gets rid of her IVs and oxygen. I'm going home Tuesday night. Her release will probably come later than that.

I returned my new phone that I bought and had them reactivate my old one which miraculously appeared at Vicky's bedside the same day I bought my new one. Don't know where it had been. I like my old one much better than the new one.

Off to the hospital in a bit and then to Mike and Minna's for dinner. She's cooking Asian food tonight. I can hardly wait. She says I wouldn't like Hmong food because it's all very spicy. So she's just cooking southeast Asian stuff.

Once again your prayers, energy and Reiki have done the trick. This year she will not celebrate her birthday (April 12th) in the hospital. She will turn 60 in her own home surrounded my family and friends. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I Lost My Phone

I have looked everywhere. I called housekeeping at the hospital to see if they found it. Nobody was there so the message machine asked me to leave a call back number. I don't have one. What a world. I just never realized. Vicky's friend tried calling my phone to see if we would hear it but I had it on vibrate. That brought a chuckle.

Vicky is doing well, complaining, but doing well. She sat in the chair twice yesterday and walked a bit. It's hard to convince her that the reason her body hurts so much is because it isn't moving enough. She got a dinner tray (if you can call it that) last night; clear liquids.

Today her epidural comes out. They put a PIC line in yesterday which makes it much easier to administer drugs and draw blood. That's probably the line they will use for the new pain killer.

So, off to buy a new phone and then go to the hospital.

She Fell Out Of Her Chair Today

She thought she could get up and go to the bathroom on her own. Wrong!!! Her nurse was really upset; surgeon arrived and said all was fine.

So now she is in a bed that is very low to the floor and has more guard rails. Plus there is a pad on the floor by her bed to cushion her fall if she tries again.

The transfusion really helped. She was still hallucinating, but overall she looked much better. She vividly described to me the people in her hallucinations. They never move toward her even when she goes toward them. They just back away. This all takes place in a bar.

Tomorrow her epidural comes out; if it stays in too long there is a chance of infection. She will get something else for pain.

Still no sign of food. She says she has some nausea so the doctor doesn't want to let her eat and then have her throw up.

So that's the news from Methodist Hospital, which is just south of Lake Woebegone. Corned beef and cabbage for St. Patrick's Day tonight.

I'm Outraged by The AIG Bonuses

Can't quite believe that AIG is paying bonuses to people who nearly brought this country to its financial knees. If you would like to express your outrage, you can sign a petition. Just click on the link below.

Subject: Help stop AIG's outrageous bonuses

Hi,


The people at AIG who are most responsible the severity of the financial crisis should be in jail. But instead, they're slated to get $450 million in bonuses. Unbelievable, right?

I signed a petition urging Secretary Geithner and Congress to do whatever it takes to cancel these bonuses. Can you join me at the link below?

http://pol.moveon.org/aigbonus/?r_by=-15296525-ltMLOqx&rc=confemail

Thanks!

Poops and Prayers

That pretty much sums up today.

Yes, she farted and pooped twice. Between poops the chaplain came by. She was busy hallucinating and trying to sleep when he arrived. No one seemed to worried about the hallucinations; it's all the drugs she is getting.

I gave him a short history of her long medical mess. The last thing I told him is that she had pooped and that was the best thing that could happen. I told him I wasn't religious in response to his question about that. Then he asked if he could pray and thank God for her poop. I agreed. Half way through the very short prayer she got pretty agitated so I told him to finish on his own and I went to help her.

I had a hard time not giggling while he prayed about her poop. But I managed to hold it together.

Surgeon came by late this afternoon and ordered a blood transfusion. Her hemoglobin is 8, which is pretty low no matter how you measure it.

That should really perk her up. She needs to get up and move so her body will heal better and she won't get any bed sores. The transfusion will give her the energy to do that.

A Tough Day For Her Today

The past year of medical misfortunes has taught my sister a horrible lesson; always expect the worst. Her glass is always half empty when it comes to her health.

Today was a tough one. Actually it started last night when she threw up. That's a tough one when you haven't eaten since last Tuesday. No one from the family was there. Her surgeon saw her this morning and didn't seem concerned. When I left tonight she was clutching the bag she would throw up in; she was asleep at the time.

But by the time I got there today she was sure she was headed down the same awful path of 2008. Her pain was high and she was shaking. I finally got the nurse to give her some atavan; that calmed her down so she could sleep. Then when the pain got bad her husband and I got her epidural meds increased. Does anyone out there know what a "bolus" is? Anyway, she had a bolus of the epidural stuff. That helped a lot.

The problem is that she has trouble telling the nurses what she needs. They can't help her if they don't know. Finally they've noted on her chart that she has trouble asking for help.

Then they were concerned about her urine output. The minute she heard that she was sure she was headed for dialysis and didn't want to go there. Her husband calls her the queen of pessimism. After what she has been through, it's easy to see why. Our job is to override the pessimism and keep her focused on the moment.

Turns out her urine output is just fine. She's really thin and shouldn't be putting much out.

Tomorrow will be another day. We just need to try to get her to focus on the moment she is in. That's a tough one for her. So we need lots of prayers, energy and Reiki tonight and for the next few days.

No Fart So Far

I discovered a woman near Vicky's room who had the same surgery to reattach her colon to her intestines. I was joking about waiting for Vicky's first fart. This woman looked me square in the eye and said "4 a.m. Friday for me." We both giggled. So we are all expectant "farters."

Her surgeon is working this weekend, which is really nice. He saw her twice yesterday and will be by twice today. He took the bandage off so we got to see her incisions. Yikes, they are really long but looked to be healing. Her skin is starting to itch so that's good. He was pleased with her progress but still denied her a diet coke. She looks resigned to her fate. My sister LOVES her diet coke.

I'm waiting for the butter to soften so I can make banana bread; then I will head for the hospital. My nephew Adam made sausage and shrimp Gumbo with rice last night. Very good.

That's all for now. More later.

Friday The Thirteenth

She sat up in a chair twice today and basically got to the chair by herself.

Her pain level is higher today; doctor thinks it's due to the hernia surgery because he really pulled her belly tight. So far no food. I think the surgeon doesn't want to chance something bad happening. She's getting plenty of fluids.

They increased the meds to her epidural so that helped. Her sense of humor is still there so that's another plus.

Also, her surgeon is on duty all weekend. Last time her surgeon not only wasn't on duty but he was out of the area. I saw her last surgeon today. Didn't even look at him. I'd love to punch him.

She is still worried about things getting worse. I'm working on getting her to take one day at a time. Not easy when you are in pain.

It's supposed to be in the 50s here tomorrow; that's plus 50.

Once again, thank you all for your prayers, energy, positive thoughts and Reiki. It's all working. Will post again tomorrow night.

Surgery Update

It went very well. The surgeon was able to remove the stoma and reconnect her colon with her intestines. He also fixed her very large hernia which she referred to as her third boob; he removed lots of scar tissue. Surgeon said it was his hope that this would be the last surgery she would need. She's wearing a truss to make sure that everything stays in place.

It took about 4.5 hours. We finally got to see her at about 3:30 today. She was coherent and actually funny. It's obvious the hospital recognizes that they need to get this right this time. She's in an isolation room because she tested positive for some Super Bug so she can't mingle.

By the time we left tonight she had sat on the edge of the bed and dangled her feet. We all applauded. She has a low grade fever but apparently that is to be expected right after surgery. It was already going down when we left.

Tomorrow she sits in a chair and takes a few steps. It was such a relief to see how lucid she was by the time we got to her room.

I'm so glad we took lots of egg salad sandwiches and fruit to the hospital today. I just couldn't eat the cafeteria food. I've had a bit of dinner and two glasses of wine; I'm ready to sleep through the night.

Once again your prayers, energy, good thoughts and Reiki are working. Please keep them coming. She could still leak. I'll have more tomorrow night.

Brrr!

It's -17 F. this morning but the sun is out so it doesn't seem that bad until you go out.

Went out for dinner last night with my sister, her husband (Saint Neil), her son Adam and two friends. We feasted on Texas barbecue. We looked like we belonged there because my rental car has Texas license plates.

Not doing much today. I just spoke with the surgery nurse and gave them all of Vicky's history and answered a bunch of pre-surgery questions.

We have to be at the hospital at 5:20 a.m. tomorrow morning. That's all for now.

Artichokes And My Sister

The first artichokes have arrived at my local organic food market. That to me says spring like nothing else, well maybe asparagus at the farmer's market. That will happen. They are from Castroville, which is down the coast from San Francisco near Monterrey.

We ate everything but the heart last night so that will be part of our dinner tonight. I finally found a whole wheat bread recipe that does not turn out like a small, but tasty, brick. This one is light and sweet with lots of wildflower honey from nearby bee farm.

On top of the delicious bread I will pile thin slices of barbecued (last night) rib steak, a small slice of smokey bleu cheese and an artichoke heart. On the side will be a simple salad of lettuce and avocados with a lemony dressing.

The bread recipe came from a blog I really like. She calls herself Mangochild; her blog is http://livinginalocalzone.wordpress.com/ Her recipe is amazingly simple. It might be the plain yogurt that helps make it so light. I was skeptical at first but Kerry pronounced it delicious this morning.

It's the last meal I will fix for Kerry for a while. I just hope he will eat healthfully some of the time I'm gone. There are some things in the freezer that should get him by but he and any one of his vehicles have trouble passing up fast food.

I leave tomorrow on an early flight to Minneapolis to be with my sister for her next surgery. It's on the 12th. The surgeon will rejoin her colon to the whatever you rejoin a colon to. She is terrified. I am too. We have both been having dreams related to the surgery. I am just anxious to get there tomorrow.

I'll post when I can to update you on her progress. I just want this to go well for her. Your prayers, energy, Reiki and chants are most welcome. We take any and all help.

A Peak Inside My Food Life

Several bloggers have barred all by showing their refrigerator contents. I have to say that mine looks better in a photo than it does in person.

My freezer, which is on the bottom of the refrigerator, really reflects my commitment to eating locally.

The deli tray on the bottom is where the eggs, deli meats and cheeses go.

I'm not too embarrassed to show this. At least you can't tell the last time my shelves were washed.

The jug wine is on the door.

Just Say No To Monsanto And Food Irradiation

Food safety has become a real issue in the past few years. That means Ag Secretary Vilsack's appointments to that part of the USDA are critically important. Currently there are two people being considered for Food Safety and Inspection Service. Once is from Monsanto (boo) and the other believes that irradiation of food is the way to go to protect consumers health.

I hope you will consider sending the e-mail below. One more reason to buy your food locally from people you know.


AgSec@usda.gov

Dear Secretary Vilsack,

I ask that you take the lead in helping America protect the safety of its food supply by appointing a real reformer at the USDA Food Safety and Inspection Service (FSIS) position and advising President Obama not to name Michael Taylor to any position in the administration.

Please appoint someone other than Michael Osterholm, who has proven to be too biased in favor of a single technology that has been ineffective in stopping food safety outbreaks and is something that most American consumers don’t want.

I took the President at his word when he said he would close the revolving door in this new administration and I know that you want to lead a new era at the USDA. Please appoint true reformers to positions within the USDA to help you transform America’s food and farm system for the 21st century.

Thanks for your consideration.

Sincerely,

Snow Day For CCI Dogs

George and Lorrie Moore host the CCI dogs for a snow day each year. They live outside of Truckee, CA near Lake Tahoe.

A week ago their backyard was nothing but mud. Now it was filled to the brim with fresh snow. That's those late California storms.

As a Minnesotan, I should remember these things, but I didn't. Snow does not necessarily support you. I sank up to my knees in it. Harleen and the other dogs, until they got the snow good and beaten down, sank up to their bellies. The dogs raced around, played, pooped and created yellow snow until they couldn't move.

There were four people in attendance who are CCI service dog recipients. It was great to see just how well these dogs do and how they help the individual needs of each person. One is a high level quad who has a ventilator. At 6,000 feet that must have been a challenge for his caregiver who I think is his mother. He's been at other CCI events.

The solar panels in several of the photos support most of the electricity needs of the house. The house is huge.

Harleen came home, took a nap, ate dinner and hasn't moved much since. When she does move she makes these little moaning sounds. I think her muscles are sore. She did get to play with her brother Heron. They just find each other and romp around.

The last photo is when things were winding down. The puppy raisers had feasted on a delicious array of potluck items and the dogs were just plain tired.

It will be an early night for Kerry and me. We are both sunburned from the reflection off the snow. One of the dogs had sunglasses. Very cool.

My Latest Mini-Quilt

This was all made from fabric that I had in my stash. I love the Mardi Gras masks. My sewing machine is going to the hospital while I'm in Minneapolis. It's doing a few things that it just shouldn't. Hopefully two weeks will be enough time to set it right.

Also, I have two black eyes. I noticed this when I was putting my contact lenses in this morning. They are from my sinuses and my most recent cold. I have been coughing and blowing my nose a lot. Kerry wanted to take a picture of them. I declined.

The blackness is on either side of the bridge of my noise deep in the corners of my eyes.

It's Good To Be A Dog

No stress in her life. Not sure how she got into this position; I looked over when she snored very loudly and then just had to take the picture.

Saturday we are taking her up to the mountains for a CCI snow day. All the pups, graduate dogs, breeders and change of career (aka pets) will be there. Should be fun. I'll take pictures.

It's Square Root Day: 3-3-09

But that's not what I want to write about. Although it is amazing that I realized that. I am math compromised.

Corn syrup and high fructose corn syrup are the number one enemies of people who want to be healthy. As the cartoon says, "I'm in everything." Michael Pollan's book "The Omnivores Dilemma" spends a lot of time talking about corn and how many places it shows up in our diet. The growing of corn is highly subsidized by the federal government. When you have a lot of corn you have to do something with it. Pigs can only eat so much; ethanol is not turning out to be the next great fuel. Also, it depletes the nitrogen in the soil faster than just about any other crop. So we get it in all kinds of foods.

The other day I wrote about wanting local fresh corn in the winter; that doesn't mean I want corn syrup. Real sugar is more expensive so companies add this cheap substitute to make stuff taste good. If you can get your hands on a can of Coke that came from Mexico and is made with real cane sugar, you will know the difference immediately. Corn syrup is like white bread, nothing to it and it won't make you feel healthy.

So when Kerry and I began our "locavore" journey the first thing I tried to do was eliminate corn syrup and high fructose corn syrup from our diet. Sometimes they are both in the list of ingredients. Nearly everything you find in the middle aisles of your grocery store has it in it. Want to know why diet salad dressings taste so good...you got it, high fructose corn syrup. Just about anything that comes in a box in the grocery store has it. When I do go to a chain grocery store, which is pretty rare these days, I just stay in the outside aisles: produce, milk, butter, cheese, eggs and meat.

I got really good at reading labels. I'd been doing it for years because I'm allergic to MSG, but now I have a new culprit to locate.

As I've said before, locavorism is something you ease your way into. So start reading labels and find out where the corn is. It's great in the summer with butter and salt. It's not so good in your cereal.

Another Chapter In Our Locavore Living Story

I bought a "Seal-a-Meal" gadget.

Several times this winter I've thought about fresh corn, peas and asparagus. But they weren't in season, at least not within 100 miles of my kitchen. I vowed to freeze and dehydrate more of this stuff and other things during the upcoming growing season. I already have a dehydrator; it's great.

Plus another of my favorite bloggers, www.urbanhennery.com is always writing about meals she prepares that include some of my favorite vegetables that she froze last summer. That was another impetus to expand our locavore living.


I found the National Center for Home Food Preservation thanks to one of my other favorite food blogs: www.simplespoonful.com It doesn't sound that hard to freeze fruits and vegetables...except for the potential for freezer burn. That's when I thought of seal-a-meal.

We started down the road to "locavorism" after we read Michael Pollan's book "Omnivore's Dilemma." We had no idea, however, where it would lead us. I guess that's the way it is sometimes when you try something new. If I had thought the whole thing through I might not have done it. But expanding our "locavore thinking" over time makes it seem pretty easy. Plus the food is delicious and we've gotten to know some wonderful people.

My plan is to look at what's at the farmers' markets and in my CSA box (go to www.localharvest.org to find a CSA provider near you); then figure out what I'll freeze or dehydrate that week. It will be a bit of extra work but having locally grown asparagus and other things in December and January will be worth the work.

All of this could further reduce the time I spend in chain supermarkets. That's a worthwhile goal too. They have enough customers; I won't be missed.