I visited the ortho yesterday for follow-up x-rays and a progress report. The bones are healing properly, and I don’t need surgery. He said to ditch the sling permanently and use my arm gently as much as possible but no lifting over five pounds. I start PT next week.
So, yay. What a relief. He even said I could putt and chip a little, but no more than that until I see him again in two months. I believe whisking, chopping, stirring, frying and sautéing count as gentle exercise! Sadly, so does cleaning the house, but I’m actually eager to take it on as I am able. Slow and gentle. I am not going to do anything stupid.
Although I am sickened by all things political, I feel optimistic here on the homefront. Next on the agenda – get back to writing about something other than broken bones. Walk more. Get back to reading, which I haven’t really done since this whole shitshow started. I’m referring to our personal shitshow not the national example of shitshows gone wild.
I’m thinking about food and what I can make. I was going through old cooking magazines looking for a specific pasta recipe we seem to have lost and stumbled onto a recipe for coconut cream pie. I definitely see that in my future.
Dale took out the last hunk of his homemade corned beef and is making corned beef hash tonight. We always top it with a fried egg. He made white bean and sausage soup the other day. I always love that with toasted French bread brushed with garlic-infused olive oil. Two batches of that went straight to the freezer.
Our freezer food is the best. It has been mostly depleted since the fiesta began with Dale’s accident in December, but we’re back on the job. We still have the whole breast from our Thanksgiving turkey, and it will probably end up as enchiladas. It’s always nice to have enchiladas in the queue.
I’ve got my starter, Gollum, cranking up for sourdough. Dale has been asking for my little homemade baguettes, so they need to go in the rotation. Yeast is so easy compared to sourdough. We make a charcuterie board with Italian cold cuts, some kind of runny cheese, nice, bitter arugula and some cornichons and just have that for dinner with the bread.
With regard to politics, I do call my senators and congressman, but both my senators are Democrats and so far don’t need prompting to do the right thing. The Republican is another story. Maybe he was dropped on his head when he was a baby.
It’s hard to find anything to say to him that might resonate, but I do call every couple of days to remind him I am opposed to him rubber stamping everything Trump says and does, and I want him to join with other members of congress to provide independent oversight.
That is, after all, what these yahoos were elected to do.
Amazing coincidence!! “Shit Show Gone Wild” is Trump’s upcoming reality show!
It’s good to hear you talking about cooking again!
Oh, it’s good to read such good news! Things will move along faster now.
I really need to up my dinners game. Every time I read about the food you and Dale prepare, I think that I need to get more adventurous.It’s not that I don’t want to; I’m just so tired around the time dinner comes around, I go for simple. My husband doesn’t cook unfortunately, claiming that he would never be able to make anything that would pass my muster. I say, that’s a convenient excuse. I remember reading, once, about a woman doctor who was asked how she could eat airplane food (this was back when they served meals on airplanes). She said “any meal that I don’t have to cook, is a good meal in my book,” or something to that effect. I must admit, however, that there’s some truth to what my husband Jon says. I’m picky and won’t eat crappy food, nor will I buy crappy food. Oh well.
Again, I’m so glad that your arm is healing and that you’re on your way back to normal usage with it.
As for Trump…I’ve run out of words. I did read this blurb by Paul Krugman, not about Trump but about Hegseth who is just as bad as Trump:
“At a summit with Latin American leaders over the weekend, Marco Rubio said a few words in Spanish. Then Pete Hegseth popped up to say “I only speak American.” And that’s why we’re facing disaster in the Persian Gulf.”
(Me again): I didn’t know that there was a language called American. I feel so stupid now.