Thanksgiving Divorce

A man in Phoenix calls his son in New York the day before Thanksgiving and says," I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough.

"Pop, what are you talking about?" the son screams. We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the father says. "We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her."

Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. "Like heck they're getting divorced," she shouts, "I'll take care of this,"

She calls Phoenix immediately, and screams at her father, "You are NOT getting divorced Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back, and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?" and hangs up.

The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. "Okay," he says, "they're coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own way."

Thank you Maria

Why I have not been blogging

MrC has not been doing as well as he should this past week and I was very concerned.
Here is the email I sent out to friends this morning.

Last night, we took a ride up to the hospital to have MrC checked out.
Our friend Lorie, came over to the house with all her nurse equipment, (she is a retired nurse) and took MrC's temp, listened to his lungs and took his oxygen level. She was of the same opinion as I, and suggested we go for the ride.
After waiting, it seemed for hours, MrC was finally taken back to ER where they performed all the necessary tests to determine what was causing all MrC's discomfort. Their conclusion was, that he may still have some infection going on. (just what I suspected all along) so gave him a couple of antibiotics at the hospital and sent us home with a prescription for more.
MrC finally managed to get some sleep last night, so did I. Let's hope he will soon be on the mend.

Four worms and a lesson to be learned!!!!

A minister decided that a visual demonstration would add emphasis to his Sunday sermon.

Four worms were placed into four separate jars.

The first worm was put into a container of alcohol.

The second worm was put into a container of cigarette smoke.

The third worm was put into a container of chocolate syrup.

The fourth worm was put into a container of good clean soil.

At the conclusion of the sermon, the Minister reported the following results:

The first worm in a container of alcohol - Dead

The second worm in cigarette smoke - Dead

Third worm in chocolate syrup - Dead

Fourth worm in good clean soil - Alive.

So the Minister asked the congregation -

What did you learn from this demonstration???

Maxine was sitting in the back, quickly raised her hand and said,

'As long as you drink, smoke and eat chocolate, you won't have worms!'

That pretty much ended the service

Clean up day.

At last we are starting to get back to a feeling of normalcy. MrC. is feeling better and is now getting more sleep at night.
Next week I return to work, and receiving a paycheck again will be nice, but I will miss being at home every day.
Our weather has been quite warm, in the 50's yesterday, so I went outdoors to do a little cleanup in the vegetable garden, and raked up some of the leaves to put in the compost pile. Perhaps we will have a mild winter, one can dream can't they?
Winter is not my favorite time of the year. I find at times, it is difficult to be motivated to get things done, I would just as soon sit all day and read a book. It is probably something to do with the lack of hours of sunshine, as I know as soon as we get a sunny day, I am more inclined to get the chores done.
Yesterday I made some rustic bread, you know the kind, soft in the center with a golden brown crunchy crust. Fabulous to dip in soup, or as I like it, drizzled with a good tasty olive oil. I also made an apple impossible pie/cake/bread pudding kind of dessert, using the impossible pumpkin pie recipe, and apples instead of canned pumpkin. It turned quite good, and reminds me more of a bread pudding than a pie.
Today I must attempt to get things put away around the house, as when I spent most of my time at the hospital, I did not do much housework. I was way too tired and mostly things were put down in the most convenient location. Now things must go where they are generally stored, or I may never find them again.

WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?

SARAH PALIN: Before it got to the other side, I shot the chicken, cleaned and dressed it, and had chicken burgers for lunch.


BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a change! The chicken wanted change!


JOHN MC CAIN: My friends!!!!.....that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.



HILLARY CLINTON: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure right from Day One that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.


GEORGE W. BUSH: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.


DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?


BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of chicken?


AL GORE: I invented the chicken.

JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.

DR. PHIL: The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his current problems before adding new problems.

OPRAH: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.

MARTHA STEWART: No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was
going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.
DR SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.

GRANDPA: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road.
Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.

BARBARA WALTERS: Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.

JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace, that's all we are saying!

BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken 2008, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook. Internet Explorer is an integral part of eChicken 2008. This new platform is much more stable and will never crash or need to be rebooted.

ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?

COLONEL SANDERS: Did I miss one?.......

Update

Where did the days go?
It has been quite a journey with my honey in the hospital.
It seemed every time I left the hospital to drive back down the island to our home, to grab a few hours restless sleep, something would happen back at the hospital. Twice now, As I found out the next morning upon returning to the hospital, Mike had been given more blood.
Yesterday, we had a nurse who would not take no for an answer, she had Mike up out of bed, and walking the hallway. She was appalled that this had not been accomplished a day or so earlier. Mike also said he was not hungry, but I stood over him while he took a few bites of his dinner. Darn it anyway, he has to eat to get his strength back. Guess I will have to stop being a softie, and take a leaf out of nurse Jeanie's book, and insist Mike eat and move around. He may get madder than H--l at me but that is too bad, perhaps he will thank me later.
Sometime after dinner, nurse Jeanie came back in and removed all the heart monitors and the IV, so now Mike will just take pain meds orally. This is a good thing as trying to walk while trailing all that equipment around is a pain (excuse the pun)
I think maybe, I am over tired and losing patience, (or actually more like I am frustrated with events with my honey.) He has to make the effort to do what is good for him, or else there will be serious health issues, something I don't want to occur and he wouldn't either.
Well I have got all that off my chest, now I am going to go get a cup or two of coffee and wait for a call from the hospital, as last evening Mike's doctor told us he may get to come home today.

UPDATE 11am: I just called the hospital and MrC has eaten a few bites of his breakfast, and has walked the hallway. Guess I won't have to give him a whipping after all *chuckle*

Still no visit from his doctor, I sure hope to have my honey home today, then we both can get some rest.

2:16pm.......... Mr C is home and resting.

Prayers please

UDATE:

My honey has been given the second transfusion, evidently he lost a lot of blood during surgery.
I have just got off the phone with the hospital and now MrC had pneumonia. Which can be serious due to his diminished lung capacity.
He is still on heavy duty antibiotics for the infection.
please remember him in your prayers and send him speedy recovery wishes.

If you wish to contact us please use my email address.

keewee at whidbey.com

A day in the hospital

Last evening my honey, MrC was rushed to hospital with chest pains. The good news is that instead of heart problems, he has a gall stone. At the time of this posting, he is in surgery.
If you wish to send him get well wishes, please feel free to leave a comment here, and I will see to it that when he is feeling up to it, I will make sure he sees them.
Now I am going to nap in the family waiting room, until the surgeon comes in to give me an update on my honey's condition.
UPDATE:
After a restless, painful night, at 7:30am just before I left the hospital for home, MrC was resting and thankfully the pain was now at a tolerable level. If all goes well, the doctor will allow him to come home tomorrow.
Now I am going to crawl into bed, and hopefully, manage to get a couple of hours sleep before driving back to the hospital.

I like a little competition

This coming Thursday is the Fishin' Club's Smoked Salmon Derby, where club members smoke up salmon fillets using their own favorite recipes, and take them to the club meeting for judging by the members.
This is the first time I have ever tried my hand at seasoning, brining and smoking salmon. In previous years, I have watched MrC as he went about the process of dry brining salmon then patiently waiting for the salmon to finish being smoked in one of our smokers.
This year, we were not able to get out to catch our own salmon, but MrC knew of a commercial fisherman who sometimes sells directly off his boat. We were lucky this year to have two lovely fresh salmon to fillet and get into the smokers.

Even though I have watched the process, and remembered all the ingredients used in dry brining salmon, I decided to use a different method for my entry into the derby. I had found this recipe several years ago and have been wanting to use it, so now was my chance.
MrC used the dry brine method. see HERE
After mixing up a brine of OJ, grapefruit juice, water, brown sugar, canning salt, honey, lemon juice, lemon pepper, and a little garlic, I placed the two fillets, MrC had prepared for me in a plastic ziplock, poured in the brine mixture and placed the bagged salmon on ice, in the fridge to soak overnight.

This morning after washing the brine off the two fillets, I used paper towels to pat dry the fillets and left them on the racks to air dry while I got the smoker ready. We use Alder chips to flavor the fish. In my opinion Hickory is a little too strong for my taste. After about an hour the salmon was ready to place on oiled racks in the smoker.
Every hour or so I would go outside and empty out the woodchip pan and refill it for another hours smoking. I did this about four times in all.

Early this evening I brought the salmon inside and decided it was not quite as firm as I wanted, so gave it another 20 minutes in the oven, and as you can see, it turned out perfect. It also tastes good, as I discovered, after eating a small piece of salmon I accidentally knocked off when removing the rack from the oven.
Now I am hoping to win the derby, but of course I have some stiff competition, not only from my honey, but several other club members who always bring some delicious entries for the derby.
In all truth, winning the derby is not as important, as creating your best recipe, and entering it in the derby , and having fun doing so.