Oh, dear. Well, I hope that she is okay, too.
She hadn't come down with anything, had she?
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Oh, dear. Well, I hope that she is okay, too.
She hadn't come down with anything, had she?
She has Covid. She’s about 3 days behind me I’d say. But she’s struggling with what she can eat at the moment as Covid plus her food intolerances are not a good combination.
Very sorry to hear that. I hope both of you well get well and good health for 2023.
Sorry all last day at work before Xmas holiday for me and have a lot to do. Will write more as there is a lot I wanted to write while lurking.
Very sorry to hear that.
The very best of luck and I hope that you both feel better soon.
One thing I find helpful - and soothing, and restorative - when feeling under the proverbial weather is what my (German) sister-in-law refers to as "Jewish penicillin", an old central European chicken soup recipe.
The trick is to (gently) poach, or simmer, chicken thighs (skin and bone attached) in either water or stock for around an hour; other aromatics (onion, carrot, for example) can also be added, as can rice (to cook in the stock).
You don't need to actually eat any of this - it is just to create a soothing, nutritious and restorative soup, but the skin and bone add a most amazing flavour and taste to the soup.
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Busy here as well trying to resolve stock taking issues remotely. I’m supposed to be in London today, but quite glad I’m not. Don’t fancy that traffic.
I’m sure it’s lovely. But Mrs AFB is allergic to about half the ingredients you listed. She’s not eating much at all as her allergies are playing up due to Covid and monthly cycle stuff.
She’s mostly just drinking nettle tea with honey.
My Oma, and my mother, make the BEST chicken soup. You just took me back to my childhood
I regularly prepare various versions of this recipe, and love it, it is really wonderful when you are feeling the need of a metaphorical hug, (one supplied by food, in this instance, in the absence of something more human); moreover, that stock/soup is also delicious when used with dishes such as risotto, or paella, or anything, really.
Down here in Finger lake a good dusting but really fast blowing speeds was making the snow fall sideway! Then this cold snap is brutal down here too! According toWeater's report until next week it's suppose to go back in low 50F range the day after Christmas!
What's on my mind?
Why is it, since I started living in this house, I have replaced the air filter in the same direction it was installed by the builder?
It was bloody wrong, and I only noticed today. Annoyed at myself...
Why is it, since I started living in this house, I have replaced the air filter in the same direction it was installed by the builder?
It was bloody wrong, and I only noticed today. Annoyed at myself...
Performing "I Want It All(And I Want It Now)" might have been even more appropriate.
Christmas for people who have lost someone close to them over the course of this past year, and who have lost someone close to them in recent years.
On my walk I bumped into one of my neighbours out for her walk. Her husband passed years ago and they had no children, so she’s on her own. Her friend that she walks with every day is off staying with family so she is on her own.
Personally I like the 26th of December as it’s as far from Christmas as you can get.
One thing I think is nice that you guys in the UK do is to celebrate the day after Christmas as a Bank Holiday as well -- "Boxing Day," and that makes such good sense. It allows people to celebrate Christmas in whichever way they wish and then the next day provides time to begin transitioning back to normal, whether it be hitting the road for home after visiting with family, or simply packing up the trash for recycling/disposal, enjoying another round of leftovers from the Christmas meal, etc.
In the US we just have Christmas Day, but many people take the day after off as annual leave (vacation time) or even the full week between Christmas and New Year's. Those who have to work on that day, the 26th, find themselves having to rush back home from a Christmas Day out-of-town or kind of rushing through some things on Christmas Day since that's the only time they'll have before returning to the workplace (or work at home) the next day. This year everybody's lucky because of Christmas falling on the Sunday, so Monday is a holiday for all, too, which makes it really nice.
In the US we just have Christmas Day, but many people take the day after off as annual leave (vacation time) or even the full week between Christmas and New Year's. Those who have to work on that day, the 26th, find themselves having to rush back home from a Christmas Day out-of-town or kind of rushing through some things on Christmas Day since that's the only time they'll have before returning to the workplace (or work at home) the next day. This year everybody's lucky because of Christmas falling on the Sunday, so Monday is a holiday for all, too, which makes it really nice.
How nice some of the people my mother was friendly with actually are, and how I seem to have inherited some of them as friends.
Yesterday, I was chatting to one of my mother's great friends, a lovely lady with whom she laughed and played golf (this lady, her husband, and my mother were all excellent golfers).
Afer retiring, this lady (who had worked in insurance) and her husband (who was a retired teacher, and with whom she had a terrific relationship) both used to volunteer at the local hospice, making themselves available for stuff, sitting with and laughing with, people/patients, running errands (such as delivering bloods to the hospitals) for the hospice and so on.
Decent, ethical, generous and warm people, who loved to laugh and who tried to help to make the lives of others a bit better.
When my mother used to head into the hospice for respite care, this pair - with whom she had been very friendly, but whom she no longer recognised on account of her dementia - always sought her out, sat with her, chatted with her, teased her, and made her laugh.
Six weeks ago - I was not long back from Bosnia - Decent Brother (who had spotted the death notice) let me know that the husband had passed away; I sympathised in writing, - my mother had really liked both of them, and had always had great fun with them, and used to comment on how strong their relationship was - but, recalling how empty life can be in the weeks immediately after a bereavement, in marked contrast to the frenetic activity that surrounds a funeral - and how the first Christmas without a life partner can really be a painful experience - I phoned this lady.
She was delighted to chat; she told me that around the time my mother died, (which was four years ago, this week) her husband's health - a big, strong, fit man, and a terrific teacher - deteriorated; leukaemia, Parkinson's, and - tragically - dementia, combined, and she cared for him - with state supports, yes - at home, until close to the end.
They were a month short of fifty years (happily) married when he died.
She plans to resume her golf in the New Year, - bless her, it kept her sane throughout her husband's illness - and told me that she will spend some of Christmas Day with each of her two (adult) children, then "return home and curl up in front of the fire with a bottle of Sapphire Gin, and a good book."
And, having buried her friend, life partner, soulmate, and husband barely six weeks ago, she still found time to chat warmly about my mother, and recall their golf outings with affection, and she vividly remembered my mother's attachment to Mr Monkey ("she loved that monkey, and would never let him go") on the occasions she had been admitted to the hospice for respite care.
A lovely lady; we shall meet for coffee and a chat in the New Year.
Yesterday, I was chatting to one of my mother's great friends, a lovely lady with whom she laughed and played golf (this lady, her husband, and my mother were all excellent golfers).
Afer retiring, this lady (who had worked in insurance) and her husband (who was a retired teacher, and with whom she had a terrific relationship) both used to volunteer at the local hospice, making themselves available for stuff, sitting with and laughing with, people/patients, running errands (such as delivering bloods to the hospitals) for the hospice and so on.
Decent, ethical, generous and warm people, who loved to laugh and who tried to help to make the lives of others a bit better.
When my mother used to head into the hospice for respite care, this pair - with whom she had been very friendly, but whom she no longer recognised on account of her dementia - always sought her out, sat with her, chatted with her, teased her, and made her laugh.
Six weeks ago - I was not long back from Bosnia - Decent Brother (who had spotted the death notice) let me know that the husband had passed away; I sympathised in writing, - my mother had really liked both of them, and had always had great fun with them, and used to comment on how strong their relationship was - but, recalling how empty life can be in the weeks immediately after a bereavement, in marked contrast to the frenetic activity that surrounds a funeral - and how the first Christmas without a life partner can really be a painful experience - I phoned this lady.
She was delighted to chat; she told me that around the time my mother died, (which was four years ago, this week) her husband's health - a big, strong, fit man, and a terrific teacher - deteriorated; leukaemia, Parkinson's, and - tragically - dementia, combined, and she cared for him - with state supports, yes - at home, until close to the end.
They were a month short of fifty years (happily) married when he died.
She plans to resume her golf in the New Year, - bless her, it kept her sane throughout her husband's illness - and told me that she will spend some of Christmas Day with each of her two (adult) children, then "return home and curl up in front of the fire with a bottle of Sapphire Gin, and a good book."
And, having buried her friend, life partner, soulmate, and husband barely six weeks ago, she still found time to chat warmly about my mother, and recall their golf outings with affection, and she vividly remembered my mother's attachment to Mr Monkey ("she loved that monkey, and would never let him go") on the occasions she had been admitted to the hospice for respite care.
A lovely lady; we shall meet for coffee and a chat in the New Year.
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Boxing Day is great - it’s really ‘sports day’ - try and get outside after being stuck inside cooking / watching endless tv and 24 hours of being nice to the in laws. Football, horse racing, club get togethers, even just trying to walk the relatives nightmare Cockapoo dog… Doesn’t matter what and then back for turkey sandwiches and more Quality Street chocolates!
The cheesemonger:
Anyway, the cheesemonger, bless him, has just called by, - accompanied by the lovely Ukrainian to whom he has given refuge to for the past nine months or so - and armed with a wonderful box of goodies, (olive oil, truffle oil, balsamic vinegar, wine, Italian tomato sauce, Italian tuna in a jar, honey, and - of course - cheese, among many other delights).
Anyway, the cheesemonger, bless him, has just called by, - accompanied by the lovely Ukrainian to whom he has given refuge to for the past nine months or so - and armed with a wonderful box of goodies, (olive oil, truffle oil, balsamic vinegar, wine, Italian tomato sauce, Italian tuna in a jar, honey, and - of course - cheese, among many other delights).
Given that we in the Antipodes are always at least half a day ahead of the rest of you,
A Merry Christmas to All
A Merry Christmas to All
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And it just got worse. I discovered that both my outer doors are unopenable, due to snow drifts five feet high. I am literally trapped in the house.
My front door, on a large porch, has a wndow taht can be slid down and opened. I did that and did a little (awkward) shoveling and was able to squzze out onto the porch. But there is just a foot or two clearance. The snow is still 4-5 feet high, from the porch down to the stairs. In an emergency, my and my wife could get out, but my 83 year old mother we take care of wouldn't have a chance getting through that.
Bleep this town. If it wasn't for our good jobs here, we'd be long gone. Nice people, but I'm tired of this winter crap.
Just get out of Lakes Snow Belt! When I went to RIT in Rochester NYS and lake effect that route 90 stops! While the rest of Upstate get 2-3 inches the Lake effect ares like Buffalo gets it fully! this why I left that city after college and join the Army!