Wednesday's Tale

Damn! It's cold again today. The temperature dropped dramatically from yesterday's high of 34 degrees F (1 degree C). I noticed it coming out of Meijer's yesterday as the wet drops on the car had frozen. But today, it struggled to get to 20 degrees F and the north wind accompanying it doesn't help any. I hate February!

But, it's only 23 days until spring! And, at 59+ years old, I have already done 21,069 days (not adding in or counting leap years) so I think I can do 23 more!

Random thought: My Mother, at 100+ years has dealt with 36,649 days (not adding in or counting leap years - hey, that's kinda hard, okay?) Whew! That's like taking it "one day at a time" the hard way! Keep on truckin', Mama!

I got home from work and started to work on my midweek ToDo list. I measured the drapes in my bedroom (84 inches). Why? One of my spring projects is to paint my bedroom (the only room left I have never touched) and I will need new drapes.

Then I got out my eggs and hardboiled six of them. Long time readers will remember this was a bi-weekly occurrence. But, since they closed Farmer Jack's (don't get me started) I had to switch to Meijer's and they don't sell eggs in 18-per-carton containers. But, Kroger's does! So, we are back on the "keep 12 for cooking and hard boil six for late night snacks or deviled eggs" plan.

I started the Wednesday night laundry and came in to write this. But then I had to quit and jump up to stop the washer. I forgot the damn broiler pan is in the laundry tub! Yes, (for shame) I left it soaking since Friday night (I HATE cleaning that thing!) So, I got it all cleaned and put away, then started the washer again.

I had planned on either making yet another fancy dinner or eating the leftover gourmet beef stew, but after yesterday's Comment that questioned my manhood, I thought differently. Note: I briefly toyed with the idea of asking any and all of the women I have known to chime in with their affirmations of my manhood but then realized something. As "unique and quirky" as they all were, they would probably stay silent, just for the "giggle" factor! So, instead, I decided to grill hot dogs and eat them with onions and plain yellow mustard, chips and beer, along with many a manly burp! Take that, oh ye of little faith!

So, the frozen hot dogs went into a pan of cold water to thaw and I went back to blogging (and, practicing my manly burps! I may even throw a few manly macho farts in there, who knows?).

Since it was late when I started the laundry, I decided to hold it at Final rinse and deal with it tomorrow.

I got a petition from the Paralyzed Veterans of America, which I signed and then forwarded it to every American I know. Hey, I understand if you don't support the war, but these men and women are serving our country, are all volunteers and deserve our respect and support. I have always been ashamed of how America as a whole treated the Vietnam vets, and anything I can do to support these vets, I will.

So, I put the cast iron griddle pan on two burners and fired it up. The hot dogs are now thawed and on they went. I have no buns, but I figure the buttermilk sliced bread I have will serve nicely. I diced the last medium yellow onion up and am anxiously waiting for my dinner. And, then it was done.

I ate it watching taped TV shows, but got bored, so I switched to my library book. I went to sleep just before 10:30 PM, still burping a tad.