Five Frugal Things | Squishable Beets
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1. I roasted my squishable beets I am sorry to say that two large beets
sat, forgotten, at the back of my fridge until they became so dry that they
were ...
My transition from cluttered to simple living.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
Introducing Rusti and Clara Poolay!
I brought my girls home from work last night. One of the maintenance staff at work kindly gave me two chickens, as his flock was becoming too large. We got them situated in their new digs where they spent an uneventful night. I, on the other hand, did not sleep well. I worried about foxes and weasels, coons and stray dogs all night long....
They survived their first night in the condo and seem to be settling in. These birds are about a year in age. They ran wild at their last abode. I am sure that they were treated well, because they look very healthy.
I am thrilled. Thank goodness for small pleasures!
They survived their first night in the condo and seem to be settling in. These birds are about a year in age. They ran wild at their last abode. I am sure that they were treated well, because they look very healthy.
I am thrilled. Thank goodness for small pleasures!
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Our Coop!
Thanks to the efforts of my son, and my hubby, I now have a chicken coop! Do you know how long I have wanted chickens????
This little gem is big enough for two to three chickens. A friend has several Banties which he is going to give me. I am SOOOO excited!!!
This little gem is big enough for two to three chickens. A friend has several Banties which he is going to give me. I am SOOOO excited!!!
Friday, April 13, 2012
I am not as great a blogger as some. I don't write often. I have other roles that need to be looked after first.
I work at a very stressful job...and getting through my work week intact, is my only focus most of the time. I am approaching the end of my career, and I want to make it to the finish on both feet.
When I became a nurse 39 years ago (OMG!) the rules were simple. You were expected to keep bedsides clean, give the right medication at the right time to the right person using the right route and the right dose. Residents were loved and treated with dignity. All in all, life was simple.
The rules have changed, folks. Residents now have rights. (AS IF they didn't back then!) They have the right to bathe if they wish...or not. They have the right to leave the building if they are deemed "capable". (If they are not yet deemed incapable, are an alcoholic, and choose go uptown, buy a bottle of whiskey and down it there, vomit on themselves, and cannot physically manoevre their way home or safely cross the railway tracks...well...they have the right to ask someone to call the staff to come and get them.) They have the right to strike out and curse at their caregivers. If they refuse to do as asked, they are immediately allowed to make this decision...whether in their best interest...or not.
Abuse? Not at our home. Staff are abused on a daily basis by some...both physically and verbally...but are you aware that if a staff member should "slip" and call a resident by an endearing term...such as "Honey" or "Sweetheart" without that resident's permission, that this is deemed abusive?
The Ministry and Police must be called if a resident...confused or not...makes contact with another resident. How would you like to be the family member who gets a call stating that mom has scratched another resident and that the Police have been called?
Injury inflicted on a nurse...bruise or breaks or cuts...are not reportable crimes.
This is only a small picture of what goes on when I go to work every day...and yes...retirement is looking mighty good. In the "mean" time, I puddle through, and spend a lot of time reading the following. It soothes my soul. Thanks Max.
Desiderata
I work at a very stressful job...and getting through my work week intact, is my only focus most of the time. I am approaching the end of my career, and I want to make it to the finish on both feet.
When I became a nurse 39 years ago (OMG!) the rules were simple. You were expected to keep bedsides clean, give the right medication at the right time to the right person using the right route and the right dose. Residents were loved and treated with dignity. All in all, life was simple.
The rules have changed, folks. Residents now have rights. (AS IF they didn't back then!) They have the right to bathe if they wish...or not. They have the right to leave the building if they are deemed "capable". (If they are not yet deemed incapable, are an alcoholic, and choose go uptown, buy a bottle of whiskey and down it there, vomit on themselves, and cannot physically manoevre their way home or safely cross the railway tracks...well...they have the right to ask someone to call the staff to come and get them.) They have the right to strike out and curse at their caregivers. If they refuse to do as asked, they are immediately allowed to make this decision...whether in their best interest...or not.
Abuse? Not at our home. Staff are abused on a daily basis by some...both physically and verbally...but are you aware that if a staff member should "slip" and call a resident by an endearing term...such as "Honey" or "Sweetheart" without that resident's permission, that this is deemed abusive?
The Ministry and Police must be called if a resident...confused or not...makes contact with another resident. How would you like to be the family member who gets a call stating that mom has scratched another resident and that the Police have been called?
Injury inflicted on a nurse...bruise or breaks or cuts...are not reportable crimes.
This is only a small picture of what goes on when I go to work every day...and yes...retirement is looking mighty good. In the "mean" time, I puddle through, and spend a lot of time reading the following. It soothes my soul. Thanks Max.
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may
be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all
persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to
the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive
persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for
always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your
achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however
humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of
trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons
strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the
face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.
Take kindly to the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the
things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue
and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child
of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be
here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding
as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and
whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep
peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful
world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Max Ehrmann c.1920Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Misty Mornings
I love misty mornings on the river. Occasionally I get to see them! I would like to see more, but I need to overhaul my sleeping habits. I stay up too late, then read for an hour or so. No wonder I can't get up early.
My S.I.L. Jan, and her hubby, Keith, are in bed by nine pm, and up by 6 am. They start their mornings in the hot tub. What a way to start the day!!!!
I miss so much! My hubby reminds me of this. Below are pictures that he took one misty morning. He said that I am missing the best part of the day. I think his father taught him that...
My S.I.L. Jan, and her hubby, Keith, are in bed by nine pm, and up by 6 am. They start their mornings in the hot tub. What a way to start the day!!!!
I miss so much! My hubby reminds me of this. Below are pictures that he took one misty morning. He said that I am missing the best part of the day. I think his father taught him that...
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Yay! A Family Visit!!
There is NOTHING that excites me more than a visit with family! Yesterday was no exception! Dan, Tinah, and the girls came to see the Walleye spawn at the dam down the street from us. That is what they said, anyway. I know that what they really wanted a visit with Nana and Papa.
When they were about to leave they visited the horse that lives across the street. He even allowed them to pat him! His field mate would not, and just as well. I understand that the can land a wad of foul-smelling spit at quite a distance!
When they were about to leave they visited the horse that lives across the street. He even allowed them to pat him! His field mate would not, and just as well. I understand that the can land a wad of foul-smelling spit at quite a distance!
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