Sunday, February 07, 2010
Ok. You are saying what the heck are natural convenience foods? No such animal!
Well, you are wrong! I bought hulled sunflower seeds for my squirrels so I wouldn't have the husks to sweep up before spring planting time. So they are convenient for me and easy-to-eat for the squirrels. If I have fat squirrels come spring , they will just have to do some extra ring-around-the tree races to get in shape.
Saturday, February 06, 2010
I rolled over for what must have been the 37th time. It was 3:21 am and I was not asleep yet. The led lights of the alarm clock glowed a garish red that reminded me that I was not getting any sleep this night.
I reluctantly threw back the comforter and slipped into my awaiting slippers and padded into the bathroom. I opened up the cabinet which in my case has the misnomer of medicine cabinet. More likely it hold Q-Tips, shampoos, makeup, dental floss and Murine. Up in the corner on the top shelf was what I was looking for: Medicine.
A sample bottle held five Advil tablets; another bottle held St. Joseph's Aspirin for Children (which I had been told is what you give people who are suffering heart attacks). Maybe the Advil would help. I rolled over the bottle and looked at the expiration date 11/02. The Aspirin was slightly newer, it expired in April of '04.
My dilemma: Do I take old medicine which might help me or do I take old medicine which might harm me? My mind raced back to the children's story "The Mouse and the Motorcycle" in which a friendly motel mouse rides a toy motorcycle through an almost empty motel looking for some fallen aspirin he has seen under a bed to help a young boy break a fever. The only thing I was suffering was some minor pain from a knee jarred on an unforgiving icy ski slope. Was there any shred of efficacy left in this "dead" medicine?
With "fingers crossed" I twisted the cap off the Advil bottle, downed a tablet with some water, and decided that if I didn't awake in the morning at least the bum knee would no longer hurt.
I made a mental note to go to the drugstore to buy some more tablets, medicine which I rarely (obviously) don't take and don't like to take. I'm still here, writing about dead medicine, so the old stuff didn't kill me. Maybe I will need another tablet in ten years, and will remember the good night's sleep I got from the dead medicine in 2010.
Do you ever use medicine that has expired? What were the results? How often do you go through your medicine cabinet and throw away expired medicine?
Friday, February 05, 2010
It was lunch time. We had been skiing all morning and my ski buddy knew of a great little out-of-the way place in the mountains for lunch.
When we got there he exclaimed "Oh No, it's been turned into a pizzeria."
We went in anyway. This cute little diner turned Italian restaurant had a menu longer than the boot of Italy.
My friend ordered "Da Tour of Italy," Italian wedding soup, a breaded veal parmesan, lasagne, and rigatoni, including two large garlic toasted rolls. It was enough to feed all of Roma for a day. A visit to the Vatican and a private audience with the pope was additional and optional.
I sat there with my six-inch Philly cheese steak and drooled at the gravy (tomato sauce) and luscious cheeses on his plate. When it was time for the check he ordered a set of luggage to take home the leftovers.
I was glad I was able to control my appetite, but in a way, I was a little sad, because I didn't have the foresight to order "Da Tour" and forget about cooking for the rest of the week.
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Yesterday I was at the dentist .
I go there twice a year, only, if I can avoid not going more often.
So the hygenist, whom I see twice a year says to me, " Your hair looks really nice in the back." I didn't say anything.
But I was thinking: Yes, my face detracts from it looking really good in the front.
Is she being insensitive, or am I being overly sensitive?
What would you have said?
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