Since You Asked

A blogging friend, Brian, asked, Where are you? Haven’t seen a post in some time. Well, you’re right. You haven’t. In fact, I haven’t posted since my June birthday post.

I don’t know about your lives, but mine has been, again, pretty nuts. I’ve written about cleaning up the farm – did I write last fall (2018) about the noise of having our 1924 house completely rewired? If I didn’t, well, it was loud and costly and went on and on with banging and pounding and etc etc etc. There were, the electricians discovered, bare wires in the attic. Ergo, top to bottom rewiring.

But we finished, eventually, and managed to sort out the bills, which we are still paying on, but we have new wiring, new panel, and new outside wires with new weather-head.

This last part blends into this year’s chaos. Last winter, we had a huge snowstorm that dumped enough snow to bend over tree branches and pull out said weather-head along with chunks of stucco and the eaves.

While we have insurance on our house, it does not cover everything I learned. In fact, I learned so much about house insurance I should be an adjuster…NOT. I also learned a considerable amount about contractors: I’ll call you next week…NOT…we’ll be out next week…NOT.

This went on and on for weeks/months and I became crazier and crazier and my desk filled with pieces of paper on which contractors’ many names/phone numbers were written. My previous post about all my kids coming home for my birthday was my one bright spot in the year in which I put aside all calls and complaints and just played.

So here’s the good news: I’ve not found a publisher for my memoir but I have had three essays picked up for publication. I’ll post the info once they are published. If I remember correctly (and that’s always somewhat of an iffy proposition) I also posted a URL to some or one poem that was published.

And now it’s Christmas. I’ve baked between six and eight loaves of banana bread and sent them off to various children along with chocolate chip cookies, keeping track of which child liked nuts along with chocolate chips and which didn’t, although I had to be reminded. And last week was the finale task, Kruschiki for Cliff’s brother in time for his Dec. 21st birthday, the same Kruschiki their grandmother made by the box full. I made a small box full.

Essentially, it’s fried dough covered in powdered sugar. However, one has to first make the very sticky dough, knead and knead, let it rest, and then roll out the dough to about 11″x8″ and one twelfth of an inch. Yep. That thin. Then cut 1″x11″ strips, make a slit down the middle, loop both ends through the slit to make the bow tie shape, trim the ends, fry in hot Crisco (yes, Crisco – these are very healthy cookies…) drain on brown paper, transfer to clean brown paper and cover with powdered sugar. Probably the most healthy Christmas food you could have (and yes, I’m kidding).

Now, Brian, do you understand why I haven’t been posting much? hahahahahaha…

But now all the cookies/banana bread are mailed, presents wrapped and under the tree, (oh, yes, between or among all the above we decorated the house) and Mrs. Claus is ready for a long winter’s nap.

Solstice has come, the Sun stands still for a couple more days, and then begins it’s northward journey. So however you celebrate these holy-days/holidays, Happy Sun Return. I wish you all good times, gracious friends, and more food than any of us really need but it’s fun.

Once the New Year passes, we’ll all enter the next phase of holiday-making, the diet.


14 thoughts on “Since You Asked

  1. Yes, I understand, Janet. 🙂 Sometimes, silly maintenance issues accumulate and one grows slightly mad… Contractors can be a plague. Just found a good one. Let’s see how long it lasts… Another thing I learned over the years is that no matter how good a contractor is, he/she may fail you at the worst possible time.
    Banana bread sound yummy. We used to do some when we were in Grad school. 🙂
    Take a slow breath. Count your blessings, and welcome the new year. There will be hassles and joys. That’s the way it is.
    Bless you Janet.
    Best wishes for Tulum (where we have gathered all the family, with a brand new 2 month old granddaughter)
    Feliz año amiga mía

    1. Feliz Chavo! (my phone is absent the sign to make ano!) What a wonderful way to begin a new year…with the smiles and laughter of a baby.
      My best to you, my friend. I’m grateful for your presence in my life.
      And blessings to your family.

      1. Feliz año. 🙂 There must be an ASCII code for Ñ, don’t know which. Yes babies are a good way to start the year.
        I am grateful too.
        Blessings back.
        Bonne année Janet. B.

      2. Fascinating. Those young men were actually born during the “reign” of dictator Sekou Touré who had close to 50,000 killed. And being Foula (Guinean name for Fulbe or Peuhl) they might have been subject to trouble since Conakry is more Malinké or Soussou and Foula are a minority.
        Thanks for the text. 🙂
        (How on earth did you find that?)

      3. I thought you’d like reading it! I remembered your stories about growing up in Africa which I so enjoyed. As to how I found it, I think it came on an OZY site. It’s a website that sends out all sorts of interesting stories about the world. And when I read this one, I immediately thought of you. And to create an alphabet for an unwritten, completely oral language?? Priceless.

      4. Priceless indeed. Thanks for the tip. Also brings a light of hope on a country I loved – Guinea – and that has not known a moment of peace since Independence… I hope you had a pleasant end of year. Adios “Juanita”. 😉

  2. Well yes, you have been busy and people that have varied interests stay busy and especially folks that live in the county or a rural area generally stay very busy. I can partially relate because I live in an old house on one acre and this little plot keeps me involved in my old age.

    Loved reading this post and, as always, it is interesting to me, simply because you are a good writer. Congratulations on getting some of your material accepted for publication.

    1. Thank you for your kind words! Knowing you value my writing makes me smile.
      Here’s sending good wishes for the new year. I still need to get up on the farm to see how it’s doing. I envy your “Little plot.” The farm isn’t huge but 180 acres is plenty!
      Happy New Year and may the comfort of your land keep you safe.

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