Yesterday Jim made our last
prime rib on the grill, using the rotisserie. It turned out
perfectly. He followed the directions of somebody-or-other on YouTube and
watching the temperature of the grill and the meat very carefully, got a
perfect result. He ate a huge amount of it. Anthony restrained
himself a bit because he wanted to save room for the pecan pie I
made. That was a first, and not having ever made one before, I over-baked
it bit and the top seemed rather crunchy. However, Anthony said the
middle was perfect and he and Jim ate half the pie. Lynette liked it
too. I don’t know now if I should use the recipe I used, or the one from
Pioneer Woman who has different proportions of sugar and corn syrup, but seems
easier to make, not having to cook the butter and sugar together first.
Lynette and Anthony stayed most of the afternoon until Lynette got tired of
holding up to her still aching jaw and left. We played Sequence and 5
Crowns, and then Jim and Anthony got out ALL the John Deere puzzles and chose and
started on one. Lynette and I have discovered we are no good at
puzzles. I can do pretty well if I spend a lot of time studying the
picture and then the pieces. Then, I will start looking for a piece and
if I’m lucky I will remember what I’m looking for by the time I’ve gone
through all the trays of pieces. Usually, I get distracted by some unique
feature of a piece and I’m off looking for it’s place in the puzzle. And
then, when some easy part is being worked on and I conceivably might be able to
put some pieces in, by the time I get my eye on a piece, Jim will snatch it up
and put it in and then I have to begin the agonizingly long process all over
again. It is very discouraging. Anyway, the gist of the matter is,
that Lynette is equally as frustrated trying to work on a puzzle with
Anthony. Anthony is a bit speedier than Jim. I’m assuming it’s
because his brain is some younger.
We got 4” of
snow Sunday and a couple more in the night. Jim tested our “new” cream colored Buick Enclave and the all-wheel-drive does quite well on snow-packed roads.
A week ago, the 18th to be exact, Lynette was scheduled to have her wisdom teeth out first thing
Monday morning, so I had to drive the loaner black Dodge Journey, 2015
since the Buick had to have the struts replaced before we could take it home.
We made our decision in favor of the Enclave on Saturday afternoon and what we figured was a couple days repair turned out to be a week with a loaner. The whole reason for the new car or whatever these style of things are called, started on Thursday morning when I was on my way to visit Rod and Deb who live not far from my folk's home where I had been staying a few days since my brothers were there. I planned to spend the night with another friends but she left Wednesday post-haste
because her mother was worse. Twenty miles from my destination I was
blithely cruising along in my beloved PT, when the engine revved up hard on a
particularly steep hill and I heard and felt something go "snap". I was able
to go on, so I took it off cruise, but when the speedometer started to flop all
over the place I pulled off the road to take a deep breath and call Jim.
I didn’t get through the first time, and tried to move the car, but it
wouldn’t. I called my friend and she was soon on the way to get me, and not
long after Jim was putting things in order to haul a trailer up there to take
me and car home. He and Rod agreed it sounded like the
transmission. So, Deb and I had lunch, then went to see one of her friend's fabric supply and various bags she has been sewing. Then we all met in
Norfolk, Jim having left the pickup, trailer and car on a side road. After Rod and Deb did some new vehicle shopping, we had supper at
Perkins.
So, Lynette and I had to go to the dentist's office in the loaner and as I got out I slammed my thumb in the door.
It was a very odd feeling to look up and see my thumb stuck in the door.
For a millisecond I thought, “what now?”, but thankfully reason set it and I
opened the door, got out one of the ice packs that was keeping the ice cream
Lynette was bringing along, cold. So, while she took care of the preliminaries,
I was feeling very sorry for myself and icing my bloody thumb. By the
time she was done, the ice and ibuprofen had taken effect and I felt some
better. It is much better now, but I am very careful with it as it will
hurt with more than the lightest touch. I missed the nail. The bulk
of the injury is just below the nail. You've heard the expression, "sticks out like a sore thumb?" That's the way it's been all week.
I didn't include a photo of my thumb.
