Busy Productive Morning

Yesterday I put down ten of the fifty bales of pine straw….then quit. I was going to go back at it this morning but it was too cold. Two hundred bags of pine bark mulch was delivered at the same time as the pine straw and all that was placed next to where they were digging up some pipes near the well that quit giving water the other day. All fine now.

So because it was a bit chilly to be outside this morning I decided to iron, grind coffee beans for the week, make up a meatloaf for day after tomorrow and put together my favorite tomato soup. This was all done before eleven this morning. When finished with everything including the clean up I treated myself to a coffee with half and half and one of these charming French sugar cubes my daughter gave me for Christmas.

So now I am going to give you the recipe for a very, very good tomato soup. I found this in an Asheville magazine called Plough to Pantry. I don’t think they are in business anymore…sadly.

This is their Tomato Bisque.

Ingredients:

1 tbsp Butter

5 slices of bacon

1 cup chopped onion

1 carrot, chopped

1 stalk celery, chopped

2 cloves garlic, chopped

5 tbsp all-purpose flour

5 cups lo sodium chicken broth

1 quart (32 oz) can chopped tomatoes with liquid

3 thyme sprigs

3 parsley sprigs

1 bay leaf

1/3 cup half and half

2 tsp salt

freshly ground pepper to taste

Note: I keep cut up cooked bacon in the freezer in a zip lock bag to use as needed. In this case I remove a handful for the soup. So I just have to add about a tablespoon of bacon fat with my butter to the pan, and add the onion, carrot and celery plus the garlic.

Here is a bit of useful information: If it was just onion, celery and carrot, it would be what the French call a “mirepoix”, when you add the garlic it is then something that would be called an Italian mirepoix. I found that interesting and learned it from a local chef giving cooking lessons.

If you are cooking bacon from scratch, cook til done and drain, leaving a bit of grease behind to join the butter and vegetables.

Cook that for about 8 to 10 minutes and then stir in the flour to coat.

Notice my old wooden soup spoon here? I knew someone that felt it was necessary to replace wooden spoons long before they got this ratty looking. I feel that each pot of soup gains some sort of information from the previous soups so would never dream of replacing this old favorite.

Now add those tomatoes and here is where I differ a bit. I add the entire six cups of chicken broth from the carton….why bother to put just a cup in the refrigerator waiting for a better purpose than this soup? Mine also is not sodium free. Give this a good stir and bring to a boil. I add the salt at this point.

While waiting for it to boil you can tie up those herbs but I find a better way is to just pop some in a tea bag for loose teas and then tie it off so you can fish it out of the pan.

Then simmer 30 minutes with the herb package. The recipe never said whether to cover or not. I prefer to cover for the 30 minutes because I do not want to see any of this soup evaporate into thin air.

When the 30 minutes is up remove the herbs and use your mixing wand to pulverize everything. Finally stir in the half and half (I use fat-free) and the bacon bits that you should have chopped up after it cooled and drained. Pepper to taste.

This is very good. We had it for lunch and have enough left for two more meals waiting in the refrigerator. You can also freeze the soup for much later.

Now in making my meatloaf, I keep it super simple. About a pound of ground beef (whatever you can get from the store during these times of not much available) gets put in a bowl with one regular can of diced tomatoes and one egg. Before I mix that together I add a bunch of saltines, maybe fifteen squares, that have been crushed in a plastic bag by a rolling pin.

Because there were very few boxes of Lee’s favorite saltines in the store last time, I used a bit of oatmeal to make up for the juicy canned tomatoes that I did not drain….this is making sure he has enough crackers for his soup.

Add some salt and pepper, settle it all into a loaf pan, cover and refrigerate til later. I can get two meals out of this with just enough left for the coveted cold meatloaf sandwich with catsup. Tomorrow we will have it with roasted vegetables. Old habits of how I was raised to cook on the “cheap” have kicked in with this new way of shopping and not getting all you want while trying to not waste one little thing in the refrigerator.

Also I am keeping up with the drawings a day.

Bright pink azaleas

blooming a safe distance from

hungry, pesky deer.

 

Deep red-flowered bush

whose name I can’t remember –

something like “anise”.

 

This is vinca vine.

Up north called a crepe myrtle.

And here that’s a tree!

 

It’s a random weed

with a deep yellow center

in hairy pink blooms.

 

And the latest pages in the six way wildflower book.

Now because I have less than three hours left of private time while Lee’s minder is with him I am going over to the studio and work out how to do a book centered around a writing I did last week. I want some movable parts with some layers. Since the poem will only appear in the back and down the page, I am thinking of a door that opens then a peek through a window where the poem is visible. I am obviously still avoiding cutting those bush book pages…..

Til later.

 

 

 

 

Four More Days Gone By

This is the full moon the other morning when I was feeding the deer and birds.  I love watching this dogwood right outside the window. It was a lovely morning and now it has turned a bit cold with the wind. Lee is outside with his watcher sorting out the wood he is determined to burn. He needs a sense of order and I need him to stay busy in the fresh air so that he sleeps through the nights.

We order meals out when we can and this chowder from Epic Catering hit the spot the other night. And yes, that is crushed ice in my Yellow Tail chardonnay….it makes it last longer.

I don’t mind this social distancing so much. Perhaps because I might have not been that social in the first place. At least not any more. We had great dinner parties on the porch but they are so much work for us now and Lee would be very confused. Good memories though and every so often I can hear them chattering away with the sound of clinking glasses when I am sitting alone on the porch with the birds and my own wine glass.

I repainted all the furniture this week and bought some plants to freshen it all up. No one is coming. It is just Lee, me, Sadie and Patches. Which is enough. Even though lately Lee is asking where “the other people” have gone.

A friend from Australia asked if that was “The Spirits Bar”. The place where we came up with the story of those who have passed and where we have them come back for another drink. The ones we miss the most are in the book with their favorite drinks. Sadly the book could be longer now.  Some day we could just be drinking with old friends that left too soon and not bother coming back to here. Just a thought, not serious. But probably a good idea of heaven.

Lee and his watcher just came in. She will keep him upstairs watching TV or going over his memory book. Funny how that is what we have now, memories of how things used to be. This isolation due to the corona virus has all of us reliving the past.

I threaded a needle this morning and am adding more stitch lines to a shirt that started out months ago with patches over spill marks. Holding the cloth in my hands and trying to find the rhythm of even stitches is so soothing. It is like drawing –  comforting, necessary.

And here are the last four days of Drawings a Day.

Wine glasses made from

the top half of wine bottles

and exotic woods.

 

My single malt glass –

a frosted sauvignon blanc

wine bottle – well used.

 

Here is where those glasses are made….so many more waiting to be finished.

 

 

It is now Springtime

brought to you by the dogwood

blooms amid birdsong.

 

A hydrangea shrub

has lovely bursts of flowers

amid bright green leaves.

 

I will go outside to pick fresh subject matter for a while to put into the drawing book.

And the challenge of making a couple of different bindings a month still goes on. I just don’t make a book without trying to shape it around an idea. I am thinking something that moves….something more than a flip book…..something more like a moving narrative across a screen. I will need to do some more thinking about that.

In the meantime my Bush Books are still waiting for me to concentrate and get all the pages cut exactly and then glued exactly and then folded exactly and then covered. I keep putting that off and am greatly relieved that I did not order twenty books of pages to do and stayed with just ten.

I try to watch television with Lee while we are stuck at home and have noticed that there are more preachers praying for us on paid for commercial time, more self help therapists, more exercise program commercials, no Viking tour or travel ads, fewer pharmaceutical ads. And absolutely no fast food restaurant ads. We are going to be in a whole new place when this ends.

We are doing conference calls with our kids and a friend, all stuck in Michigan and working from home. Sunday morning we all have coffee together. Wednesday nights we have a drink of choice together. It is sort of fun to meet up that way. Certainly would love to see them in person but not possible.

Not much else new. I am trying to get back to writing. The pads and pens wait over at the apartment, but it is not easy right now.

I can avoid going to the grocery store til the end of the month. I have a mask all ready. Lee stays in the car, I run in and put the things I have touched into the cart, bag my own groceries, load the car and wipe them down when I get home…that last part I forget to do sometimes, but need to remember to do it.

That’s it. Enough for now. Til later.

 

 

Beautiful Spring Days of Social Distancing

I decided to paint the porch furniture today. The paint from a few years ago is still good. I think I was better at this when I did it last. But such an improvement having fresh paint on the chairs and stools and benches. My back got tired so I will do the touch up tomorrow.

At home I am working on the drawings a day….here is the catch up on those.

I thought I was through

finding wine stoppers down deep.

But no! April Fools!

 

The very last one.

A honeybee on his hive

for just the sweet wines.

 

Did I draw this clay

ramekin sometime before

in another book?

 

Just salad dressings

get mixed in this pottery

jug with its own whisk.

 

Some cups for Baileys

alcoholic cream mixes

come in “Yours” and “Mine”.

 

This is my Arrowmont mug.

Each sip brings back memories

of the best of times.

 

And here are some of the latest wildflowers in the six way book.

Blue eyed grass and Bluets.

Trumpet vine and kudzu.

I am trying to keep my watercolors light but that is going to take much more practice. The darn graphite from my original drawing shows up and then I try to darken the edges. I think it would just be prudent to get a much lighter graphite pencil. I can’t erase on the graphite…it just makes a smudge and then I have to add another leaf to cover the smudge. There are so many pages left in just this one section but I do enjoy drawing and painting these bits of blooms and their leaves.

While we are staying home and I am avoiding going to the store, the cooking gets more creative. With Lee’s dementia, he is satisfied with everything put before him.

I think I found someone to come help with the yard work today. It will be a few weeks before he can be here but that is fine with me. I just need someone to show up. Two hundred bags of pine bark mulch will arrive with fifty bales of pine straw next week. I want to cover all of Lee’s garden beds and the side yard.  He does not know how to operate the weeder eater nor the blower anymore. Now he just wants to sort and stack rocks and branches that he pulls from the woods. Today he wanted to know if he could burn the pile. I told him that all burning has been outlawed for now. He seemed surprised but accepted it as fact. One does not want to hand matches over to an elderly man with dementia and a very big desire to burn something.

This past few days he has been perfectly happy to have me feed his deer and birds. Before that I would load his two buckets  and then he would walk around below the dining room window where I would say, “Put one down. Take the other one and throw handfuls out toward the bushes.” “No, handfuls, not the whole bucket.” “Now do the other bucket the same way, handfuls only.” “Now take both buckets and walk down a ways and throw each bucketful into the air.”

Those exact words over and over and over. Bur more recently I would wait at the window and then find him just standing with the buckets still in the garage. I’d remind him what to do and we’d start again. Now I just tell him it is too cold for him to go out there or say he needs to finish his breakfast so I will do it. He seems happy that I have taken over that chore as well. It only takes a few minutes and then he can take up his spot by the window to watch to see who comes in first to feed.

And I have had the great pleasure of working with one of my students in Australia on her book about days spent in Antarctica. She says it is like I am in the room with her. We have spent many workshops together so I know not only what she wants to say but also how she wants to say it.  I really love how much research that particular group of students do when they get into their projects. I end up so much more  informed on the most amazing things. I am so happy that we have stayed in touch and share our stories with each other.

Not much else new here. It is the same thing almost each day. Tomorrow I might just go to the woods and pick the biggest bunch of dogwood bloom branches and put them in a massive vase on the table.

Lee and I used to do that for our elderly friend in Michigan when we went north to visit her and our kids. We’d stop in Tennessee on the side of the road, gather bunches of dogwood to put in a cooler, just to take them to her and see the look on her face….pure joy. When our kids were little I would take them for walks down the country road and gather wildflowers of all sorts just to put in a box with some plastic bags of water around their stems and mail them to my mother in Florida. It was the one thing she missed when they moved south…..the wildflowers along country roads.  I am sure they were half dead when they arrived but she’d put them in a vase anyway. For my father I would enclose a bag of those super cheap Brach’s chocolate cremes, and they would arrive all melted together. He liked that because he knew he could get a big hunk of sugar and chocolate and not just one piece.

So it’s hereditary, I like chocolate and wildflowers.

More later.

Just Catching Up on Lee

He is outside re-stacking his rocks. The squirrels knock them down to get to the seed that gets scattered underneath. Sometimes I put it there on purpose just to give him something to do later in the day.

When he is not outside he watches.

The caregiver asked if I had a memory book for Lee so she could strike up conversations based on the pictures. I had been saving photos for a while to do just that and had the time yesterday to make the book.

This should help both of them.

And today I finished the fifth Responsibility hand.

He can’t make toast, puts his pill in the water instead of his mouth, gets his gloves confused, cuts with the back side of the knife, squirts toothpaste all over, sometimes can’t figure out the seat belt,can’t remember where the mailbox is, has problems with the velcro straps on his shoes, uses his electric shaver to trim over his ears, piles an enormous amount of pasta on his fork and needs help putting salve on his itches.

I have the next hand outlined and ready to go.

But we get through it all. My paid for friends come three times a week to keep him company and give me a break which is greatly appreciated. Still navigating the long term care insurance policy to receive reimbursement of the layout for this help. It is a good thing we can do this now and afford to wait for the process to finish up.

One thing that really is such a surprise is the occasional card or kind word via email or facebook. Yesterday this came from Minnesota with words of support for doing this blog. And inside this little pack of wildflower seeds! How thoughtful, how very nice….thank you.

And this morning, Saturday, the once a week hair wash, I looked in the mirror to see if I was looking any more adrift than usual. I am doing fine in this time of staying home. I got enough groceries the other day to take us through the month and beyond. I even bought some ferns for the porch and a bit of basil to go with the lettuce.

So I took a picture to post here of what I see in the unforgiving mirror each morning.

We are fine.

Tomorrow or the day after I will post the drawings and paintings. This one was for those asking about Lee. Thank you for thinking of us.