Nuthin’ interesting or intriguing has actually taken place to me today. So, I have to resort to telling a real “it took place to me recently” story. This story confirms that an innocent activity can have not-so-innocent unexpected consequences.
Initially, let me establish the truth that I am so advanced, discerning and also critical in my tastes that I reject to acquire and also pour my daily small glass of “medical merlot for my heart” from a common one-quart glass container.
My fine-tuned, very carefully cultured, differentiating sense of taste calls for that I buy claimed white wine from a very embellished and colorful cardboard box that has an inner plastic bladder loaded with merlot. It’s not more expensive, however that’s not the factor. It’s just prettier. And also, I need to exert even more energy to access the wine and all the clinical experts say elderly people like me require much more workout for both our minds and also our bodies. Boxed red wine needs both.
Opening my boxed a glass of wine requires something greater than mundanely twisting open the steel top or drawing out a simple ol’ common cork. Nope, my boxed red wine needs a sophisticated, difficult activity to punch out the opening in package to make sure that the “spin nozzle” for emptying the bladder can be extracted as well as diligently placed right into its correct setting.
Well, just recently, that innocent little “twist nozzle right into place” activity led to an innocent huge mess. Something occurred throughout the removal process that developed a small crack between the hard-plastic nozzle and the soft plastic bladder.
Therefore, when I innocently placed the box of wine on its traditional and also convenient put on the 2nd rack of the cupboard in the kitchen area, it began to leak. As well as, I really did not see the drip.
It wuzn’t up until a couple of hrs later on that ol’ Nevah opened up the pantry door as well as discovered to her discouragement that the merlot had gradually trickled around the bottom 2 shelves of the pantry, and also their components, down onto the cupboard flooring– including onto her hoover.
Of course, she wuzn’t satisfied, yet happily for me she realized it wuz a mishap as well as really did not blame me. Nevertheless, it did fall to her to clean up the mess while I wuz salvaging the rest of the merlot from the box as well as bladder.
Happily, I did take care of to salvage 3 quart containers of white wine. I’ll add that I didn’t even attempt to lick up the spilled red wine. That’s not innovative. However, you can bet that I will certainly examine my next sophisticated box of a glass of wine for a leakage prior to it enters into the cupboard.
I’ve got both good and bad news concerning the initial hen-hatching of child chicks this year. Fortunately is that I ended up with 11 healthy and balanced child chicks. The trouble is that I began with 16 eggs, so the percentage of chicks is bad.
And also, I’m mainly responsible. The eggs were hatching last Saturday when Nevah and I went to Manhattan to see our great-grandson and the rest of the family. I left the doors on the hatching pet crates open because usually the chicken and chicks do not come out until the next day.
Yet, when I got home something had made the chickens change hatching out boxes and also a few of the eggs have to have obtained fatally cool in the process. So, I ended up with 10 yellow/brown baby chicks inscribed on the dark grey Auracauna hen and also one black chick imprinted on the red as well as white Polychromatic Sussex chicken.
The bright side is the chickens seem to get along as well as they are foraging with each other and also the chicks are doing penalty, yet 10 chicks don’t fit well under one chicken in the evening.
One of the happiest days of summer season occurred yesterday. We got our first ripe tomato from the yard and Nevah as well as I appreciated our very first bacon, lettuce, cheese and also tomato sandwich for supper last evening. Our “maters” are not placing on much fruit so it will certainly be a while up until we have our following sandwich.
As a matter of fact, I’m not sure I’ll have any type of veggies to go into at the Chase County Fair this summer season. Whatever is growing late. Also the spuds aren’t large, although we do have lots of potatoes for storage.
Here’s a cute tale I heard today. Picture this. A gnarled, angry widow lady is staying in a country ramshackled home. One day she answered a knock on the door just to be met by a well-dressed boy carrying a vacuum cleaner.
“Good morning,” stated the boy. “I wish to show in your living-room the extremely most current in high-powered vacuum cleaners.”
“Go away!” said the old woman. “I haven’t obtained any cash!” As well as, she proceeded to close the door.
Quick as a flash, the boy wedged his first step as well as pressed it wide open. “Do not be as well hasty!” he stated. “Not till you have at the very least seen my presentation.” As well as with that said, he emptied a bucket of equine manure onto her living-room carpet. “If this vacuum does not remove all traces of this fresh horse manure from your carpeting, Madam, I will directly eat the remainder.”
The old woman stepped back and also broke, “Well I hope you have actually got a danged good hunger due to the fact that they cut off my power today!”
Words of wisdom for the week: “Gray hair is a tiny cost to pay for knowledge.” Have an excellent ‘un.