I’m OK, but…

A bit shell shocked.

I have been having a bit of memory problems for the past year or two.  It was worrying me.  The most obvious clue was not being able to remember the names for rosemary and tarragon. 

In the case of rosemary, I could see the plant in my head, but when I tried to find it’s name it was like there was an empty bubble in that spot.  Now with tarragon I could remember it’s nickname, The Dragon, but not the herbal name.

Then I went out to make a video of my garden flowers out front and suddenly couldn’t remember the names of many of them either!  So, now I am really freaking out!  These plants are perennials and biennials that I grew from seed and suddenly I can’t think of their names.

I didn’t post the video because I was embarrassed about my lapses.  I will post it at the end.

Bringing this story to a rapid close I will share with you that after a visit to the neurologist and a  massive amount of testing,  I have apparently has several small strokes in the past, which he claims are normal for my age.  He says it isn’t Alzheimer’s, but still prescribed medication for memory.  I need to do a lot more research on this, because before being prescribed the medication, and with a concerted effort, I was able to make a new pathway to the name for rosemary!  If I can do that without the memory med, then shouldn’t I be able to make new memory paths for the other lost names?

OK, so here is the embarrassing video.

One last thing, finding all this out and being able to retrain my brain has really lifted my depression.  Not being terminally depressed has made me a maniac in the garden this spring, and having Bob home full-time to help me (yes, he is finally retired) means that I, make that WE have really gotten a lot done in preparation for spring and summer this year.  Color me very happy!

❤ ❤ ❤

 

Video tour of Garden changes coming soon

 

 

Scrap Happy: management

I have a lot of scraps.  Scraps in drawers, scraps in baskets, scraps I really like, and some I don’t.  Big ones, little ones, some minuscule too.  Some are from quilting, crafting and sewing and quite a few are from old clothing; specifically Bob’s old shirts.  He’s a basic plaid man for shirts.

These past few weeks I’ve seen the need to manage them all.

So as not to overwhelm myself I decided to begin on the cutting table.  You know, all the stuff I didn’t want to put away lest I forget about it.  No judgements now.  You know it happens to all of us from time to time.

I scooted over the wastebasket and immediately tossed the scraps I don’t like.  Then I sorted by type and size.  I began the process of cutting to common sized block sizes.  Inchies, 2.5″, 4″, 5″, but I left the strips alone because, no matter how you cut them, strips make really awesome project starters.

I have begun making inchies, which are cut to 1.5″ to allow for the 1/4 inch seams, from any bits of fabric that will allow a 1.5 cut block.  Smaller that that?  Saved for crumb quilting or straight to trash.

Bob’s shirts I began cutting to 2.5″ and 5″ blocks when I suddenly realized I was working too hard. Five inch blocks can be cut into 2.5 inch blocks!  Larger cuts give me greater future options.

The Kaffe quarter circles will remain as they are.  They can be sewn together into half circles, whole circles or appliqued as flowers or wreaths, or who can say what I’ll come up with in the future?

This is only some of my scraps, but they are labelled and being properly stored.  Probably organized into that basket of Bob’s old filleted shirts! When I’ve emptied it of course.

The 15th of each month is the day Gun in Sweden and Kate in Australia, host ScrapHappy, a day for showing something made from scraps.

Though ScrapHappy is open to anyone who uses or reuses scraps to make something beautiful and/or useful, they may not post every time.  Go take a look, because there is always something of interest there:

KateGun, EvaSue, Lynn, Lynda (me),
Birthe, Turid, Susan, Cathy,  Tracy, Jill,
Claire, Jan, Moira, Sandra, Chris, Alys,
Claire, Jean, Jon, Dawn, Jule, Gwen,
Bekki, Sunny, Kjerstin, Sue L, Vera,
Nanette, Ann, Dawn 2, Bear, Carol,
Preeti, Edith, Debbierose

A little something to warm you up…

“When the weather is cold, and never goes above 32 degrees, we are stuck in the mudroom all day just to avoid freezing our whiskers off. We’re so bored.”

 

You are not seeing double.  Kitty on the left is Pickle and on the right is Peanut.  They are brothers from a litter who arrived all the way from Tuscaloosa riding in the grille of a pickup truck.  That is a 2 hr 28 min or 169.3 mile trip.  When the driver discovered them, he extracted them and then took them to our local vet’s office. 

On entering, with Walker and Noodle in tow, I spied the assistant feeding them behind the counter and asked if they were available. They were.  

“I’ll take them both!” I exclaimed.  Bob cocked an eyebrow at me, but I held firm. 

Peanut has since become Bob’s favorite and Pickle is mine.  I do love a good Ginger cat and having two ginger cats is twice a nice.

Although, perhaps not so nice if you are a mousie or a vole.

Omicron and first snow of 2022

I’m getting too old for this. 

At 68, when I consider all the possible outcomes and variants of this C19 virus, I’m glad it got to us after the cooled down version emerged.  It is, as claimed “like the flu”.  I’ve had some deadly flu in my life with temps of up to 104 that left me unable to even get up.   This virus with low grade fevers nonetheless leaves you listless and feeling weak.

Bob came down with it on Thursday and I came down with it the very next day, which was New Years eve.  We stayed in, laid low, kept bundled, took eight hour arthritis strength acetaminophen (for fever, aches and pains), drank a lot of water and sipped on homemade chicken soup.  To keep our lungs clear we used an inhaler and took Guaifenesin (expectorant).  Both of us battled waves of low grade fever and chills, and spent a couple of nights sleeping sitting up on the recliner.

It is a trickster!  Bob was feeling like he was on the downside of the beast, and then suddenly he got another low-grade fever and chills.

We would like to have been tested, but due to the holiday weekend, and the mass of sick people, well, you simply can’t get in for DAYS.  NOTE:  I was finally able to get in on January 5th and found that I did indeed have the C19 beast.

Wishing you all a Happy New Year and good health in 2022

 

Mother Nature sent us snow for the New Year, and it was beautiful!  However, it was the wettest snow I have ever experienced.  It filled the fences, stacked up 8 inches high, and ripped the limbs off of my Dogwoods and the giant Holly trees here! (Trees were felled everywhere in our area.) I will share the photos and also say that I was glad this all happened in the night.  It was sad to see the carnage next morning, but it showed us a very dangerous flaw in the giant holly tree!!!  The largest branches and the crotch of the tree are ROTTING inside.  The lovely old lady will have to come down and we will be looking for another small shade tree  to replace it. Pictures are clickable, but I am having a bit of trouble with the editor again today.  sigh….

beautiful…

But dangerous!