Re: Smashed Avocado on Toast

On Fri, 21 Jun 2024 22:23:47 -0400, Joy Beeson
<[email protected]> wrote:

> I didn't get to go. 

Monday was cooler and practically no wind, so I set out to go to Pop
Shelf in . . . the strip mall where Kohl's is.  I'm pretty sure it has
a name, but I don't know it. . . . to buy a bottle of clear nail
polish to put on the rust spots on my bicycle.

I put exactly the right amount of "white basalmic vinegar" into the
tea, which had been in a stainless-steel saucepan all this time.  It
had a pleasant zing without being the least bit sour or vinegary.  I
had put in way too much molasses, but on a very hot day it's good that
I would prefer to drink it diluted.


Wednesday, 26 June 2024

 . . . and also determined to get it all down.

This may be another case of "no time to write short".  I wrote the
above shortly before three this morning, and had to shut down exactly
at three.


The tea performed beautifully.

I could have taken the short route between the lakes, but I chose to
go north on the west side of Center Lake and come back on the east
side of Pike Lake.  On the way through Warsaw, I stopped at the
library and topped up at the bottle filler above the water fountains.
By the time I'd eaten my slice of pizza at the Silveus Crossing Family
Express, the tea was about half gone again and I topped up with ice.

I'd had my welfare checked during this stop on my previous trip, and I
rather expected to see a police car pull up.

Across 30, up the hill, turn east onto CR 350 N, zoom down the hill.
At the top of the next hill is a roundabout leading to Pop Shelf on
the left and Walmart on the right.  The place to cross SR 15 when I'm
going the long way home is north of Pop Shelf, I usually have to walk
up the hill below the roundabout, and  I wanted a box of half-gallon
freezer bags that are available only at Walmart, so at the bottom of
the hill I turned onto a comparatively-level route through Tippy Downs
to Walmart.  (They also had a cheaper variety of half-gallon bags, and
I bought both.)

Well over an hour later, I checked out and filled my now-empty bottle
with crushed ice, intending to add the ten ounces of tea in the
sorghum bottle in increments, then start adding the water melted off
the ice cubes in my insulated pannier.  (The warm water in my other
bottle would be drunk last.)

I was putting on my helmet and gloves in the ladies room when my phone
rang.   This never happens, and we'd been disconnected before I
remembered that I have to turn on speakerphone to hear anything.  (I
checked later:  volume *is* set for 100%, and the alarms and
notice-noises work fine.  The so-called manual has nothing to say on
the subject.)

The caller tried again immediately:  it was a policeman at the station
near our house.  My spouse had turned up there thinking that they
wanted him, and the officer wanted to talk to me.  We were both
thinking "Another Stroke!" but (spoiler) it turned out to be
comparatively trivial.  Having to take antibiotic at three in the
morning is the worst effect of the episode, though it was Tuesday
before we learned that.  (It's to be taken every six hours, and he
usually wakes for a while at three.)

I told the officeer I was at Walmart on a bicycle and he said take
your time, there is no hurry.



Thursday 27 June 2024

Cool!  While hunting for the noodles in the freezer this morning, I
discovered that we aren't out of sourdough bread after all.  I'd
thought that I'd have to eat the avocado I bought yesterday on
Norwegian Crisp Bread.

Evening:  I had both crispbread and toasted sourdough for lunch, half
the crispbread with avocado and half plain.  I ate half the slice of
sourdough with avocado and the other half with "baby swiss" cheese.




Taking up where I left off at bedtime:

He wasn't in a hurry, but I sure was!  I was very grateful when a
woman who had overheard the conversation offered to take me to the
police station in her van.  When we got there, I said that I'd run in
and see what they wanted, then come back and get my bike out of the
van.  She said that she'd back out of the handicap space into a
regular space.  One of the policemen went out to get my bike, so that
was the last I saw of her; I hope he told her what was going on.

The tea I'd already drunk saw me through all the resulting kerfuffle.
When I thought it was about lunch time, I looked at the clock and it
was time for supper!  So I think the other half, which is still in the
sorghum bottle, will do for another ride*.  In addition to putting in
a lot of powdered tea leaves, I left them in, and drank them.

We spent the rest of Monday making appointments and most of Tuesday
keeping them.  And I have a couple of plastic pockets with fridge
magnets on one side and a red label that says "Medical Info" on the
other.

* sometime after the festivities die down.  The Fourth of July is this
coming Saturday in Winona Lake, and I'm spending tomorrow making party
food.   There must be more fireworks companies around than I thought;
skimming through the article in the paper, it looks as though a *lot*
of towns are celebrating on the sixth of July.  Syracuse was the only
one I noticed haveing fireworks on the actual fourth.  There are, of
course, a lot of parades and suchlike on the fourth.

Hmm . . . I may need that tea for the parties.  I'm invited to two --
one at my house.  (Our back yard has a fine view of the lake where two
towns chip in together for fireworks shot from barges.)

It bedtime and I feel a little drunk.  Hope I don't make too much
nonsense.

-- 
Joy Beeson
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