Boud and the trouble I get into

Here's a screenshot of the Boud story, from way back, 2010, so very few readers will have read it, since I've had quite a turnover of readership over the years.

Amazing what people believe that ain't so.  I notice in the opening, the reference to my age, then 71! I'd have been astonished to know I was still going to be here, well and walking and causing trouble and  buying green bananas, fifteen years later. 

That was written at the hardest period of the care giving, after HP became virtually quadriplegic,  when my doctors were warning me darkly that the caregiver is often the first to go, from stress and exhaustion.  This caregiver seems to have survived and thrived.

I know Handsome Partner was still able to eat well, at the time of this writing,  because the picture shows grapes and oranges, for him. He loved grapes, little bunch with cheddar cheese and crackers mid afternoon with his meds. That morphed into the solo  afternoon tea  I still do.

I used to supreme the oranges for him, which he very much appreciated, easy for him, with limited use of his hands, to eat and enjoy. Nice memories there. I don't get any practice in supreming nowadays, since I can't tolerate oranges.  A skill in abeyance.

A skill that's continuing is the ruggy thing 

Happy day everyone, let's be there for each other. 

Funny folks, vote arrived, stitching, a pair and a spare, and more

Remember when I sent in my mail-in ballot, and mentioned a few things we'd fought for and got? Above you see the results of one such campaign. It's called Track my Ballot. Allowing time for the mail, you go into your official passworded account, to check on your voting history to date. 

At the bottom  you see the official acknowledgment that the county voting officials have my ballot safe. Counting doesn't start till the polls are closed on election day, but meanwhile, it's safely there, and the voter knows it.  It encourages public confidence in the mail in ballot.

And stitching is continuing. Here's the whole piece

And here's a detail showing the worked part.

 I did knit that third glove, and I feel better offering a pair and a spare now that they look more as if they all belong together.

Food keeps happening, today fritters of tuna, cannellini beans, in panko crumbs, heavily spiced with long pepper, of course,  and a pinch of ground cardamom. Ketchup. The last of the strawberries for dessert. 

And I found a great labeled chart of photos, waxcaps, including a few I've noted in here lately. This is worth bookmarking, if you're interested in fungi.

 

Before I wrap up today, speaking of odd ducks, I've met a few, in various workplaces, and among my readers here!

My favorite was the lady who'd read in here and emailed me to say she was doing the genealogy of her  family, and wanted me to supply her with information on my Boud ancestors, since she had found an Elizabeth Boud several generations back and wondered if we had relatives in common.

We got into quite a thread of emails, I trying to explain Boud is only a screen name, no connection with people, in fact it was the nickname of my late cat, Boudicca.  So named because small but fearless, like the warrior queen who came close to routing the Romans at the battle of Colchester, but I digress.

My correspondent wasn't having it and wanted to know why I wouldn't help her, when she'd been referred to my blog from a genealogy website. I asked her to please give me the website reference, so I could put the record straight, and she said, oh, er, well, um, she couldn't remember it. 

After emailing me several times with demands, she finally  declared it was people like me who made it hard to research,  refusing to share information. Once again I  explained it wasn't my family name, and wished her luck! She said she'd report my refusal, to save other people from wasting their time, which I thought, but didn't say, was a good outcome. 

So there, a little episode of the endless comedy that is people.

Happy day, everyone, off to the annual dental visit, where I hope  they'll clean my teeth, tap on them, make measurements, and tell me I'm fine before emptying my wallet and seeing me out.

The people there are definitely compos mentis, glad to say.