Where's Autumn? And Difficulties

 

Saturday, October 10:  Hurricane Isaias didn't do much damage here.  I woke frequently in the night and listened to the weather outdoors, but the rainfall was normal and the wind never really picked up much.  I found a few dead limbs on the ground, but nothing fresh and green broke loose.   

Bess drove into town this morning and came back saying the electricity was off and the stores all closed due to that.  I suppose we lost power at some moment in the night because the TV had to reboot this morning when I turned it on, but I never knew it went off.  A pro-longed outage generally triggers my fire alarms.  A blip outage doesn't.  I'm assuming we had a blip.

The Only Pumpkin for October, and I Did Something

 

October 3, Saturday:  I'm frustrated.  Still feeling poorly.  And it hasn't rained a drop though it was meant to rain for three solid days.  That means I'm losing painting time on two scores.   Fortunately, I feel just ill enough to shrug and say, "Oh well."

I had two bananas left from my grocery purchases on Tuesday.  They were just ripe, not overripe, but I couldn't resist making one of the few treats that include pumpkin that I enjoy each October, Pumpkin Banana Bread.  It's an old Land o Lakes butter box recipe that I found 35 years ago and then lost.  I was able to call the company's 1-800 number and got the Home Ec department who told me they'd look in their files for it and a few weeks later, I had a lovely typewritten copy in the mail.  That's the copy I have still and which I used today.  

I'll post that recipe on my recipe blog and link it HERE.

Another Gramma Date and October

Saturday, September 26:  I did not feel well today.  This time it's a tooth, a tender-ish tooth, that appeared to be threatening to become infected.  However, I had made a promise to Millie that we'd absolutely have our Gramma Date today and I had no intention of letting her down.  Tylenol, swish with an antiseptic, employ a natural remedy, pull up the Gramma pants and GO.  And that's what I did.  

Millie laughed and chatted all the way over to Warner Robins.  She'd asked to go to Wendy's and yes, she knew just what she wanted to eat: Chicken Nuggets and fries in a kid's meal with a Dr. Pepper, and a cheeseburger and a Frosty.  Since the kid's meal had only four chicken nuggets, and Millie has grown by at least 3 inches in the past 3 months, I thought it likely she might eat the cheeseburger, or at least part of it.  And she did eat part of it.  She also dipped her fries in her chocolate Mr. Frosty, "Because I've seen people do it on YouTube..."  I don't think she much liked it, but she tried it.  "Why do they do that?"  I told her, "Perhaps because of the contrasts.  You know, salty/sweet, hot/cold?"  She didn't say much about it after that, but she had the satisfaction of saying she'd tried it.