Misfits, cherries and a successful struggle

 The Misfits box arrived very promptly yesterday, with the cherries.

Also white potatoes, ready for a change from yelliw, good as they are.

And since the cherries are so good there's a chance there may not be enough left for the proposed cake, I thought I'd better pit enough, to make a pinch of them.

I don't have a cherry pitter, not being a fan of single use tools. Or single use anything, if there's an option. So here's what I tried.

The qtip gripped the pit, but couldn't eject it. The skewer could eject it but only after stabbing all over, skidding off it. snd showering tho  cook with juice.  The spoon could scoop the pit out but not free it first. The little parer is probably going to do it. I didn't have a plastic straw in the house, or I'd have tried that. 

I don't usually pit cherries. If I'm eating I pit and spit as I go. If they're for jam, I cook them whole and fish the pits out after the boiling has released them.

Kitchen engineering at work. HS better like this cake is all I can say.

And yesterday was largely devoted to struggling online,  including completing the medical passport information required for next Thursday's Second Eye Work. 

It took a long time, since it rejected my user ID despite numerous tries, finally asking them to send it. Many security questions and screens later they did. The same one I'd been entering all along. 

Same shenanigans with the password, ended up creating another just as I'd had to last time. Finally after numerous more security questions and screens, did that and got in. About 45 minutes to accomplish this. 

Then the updating was another lengthy process. Finally after most of the morning was over, it's done, complete, and acknowledged by them.

Then I eas asked to confirm next week's eye doctor appointment. The link didn't work, clicked or entered manually, on any device. I ended up calling and confirming with a nice human being.

Okay, two down. Then the surgical center called and I paid their fee. I tried last week and they wouldn't take my money. First experience I ever had whete a medical establishment turned down my $$.

Three down. Then the rx people texted to say I needed to refill, with another link that didn't work. 

I tweeted their corporate to say wtf only politer, and when they asked me to start all over with info ( their dm function not available to me, how to do this??) I curtly referred then to their own customer support.

I also asked them, again, if there's a phone number to order. Finally somebody dmd it to me. In the middle of this, corporate called, full of apologies and did the reordering for me. 

They asked me which meds and I refrained from shouting I can't get in to find that out! So she looked up the account, found almost everything needed to reup, did it. 

By then it was late afternoon and though I'm glad I ended up Boud 4 tech nil, it wasn't my preferred way to spend a hot summer's day.

Though I did end it with baked cod and white potato roasted fries, so there's that.

This morning is a better day. Evidently there was a beautiful rain during the night and the garden's happy. The butterfly bushes, plural, are booming, and Gary's thrilled about it.

And here's a thing

This is not spiderwebs, but the veiling createf by the dollar spot fungus, of which I have plenty in the pachysandra. It doesn't seem to be doing any harm, just making these artworks in the rain, diamonds in nets.

So all's well, and here's some art to celebrate with

We get smaller versions of the last art, only in chalk, on local sidewalks around Diwali.

Happy day everyone, press on, enjoy the good bits.

Sunday lovely rain, art and reading

We had gentle rain last evening and overnight, very welcome since I can't keep up very well with watering st the moment. My outside plants are looking happier now

Yesterday's reading was a brief novel

Written in the first person plural, unusually, it's an account in glimpses of the lives of young Japanese women sent as brides to Japanese men in the US in the 1930s. 

Their hopes of a good life were dashed by the discovery that their spouses had lied about their situations.  In reality they were not white collar workers with suburban homes, but farm laborers expecting a bride to be an extra unpaid field hand regardless of her previous life or physical strength.

It broadens with Pearl Harbor and the internment of Japanese people, and their children's assimilation as Americans, discarding their heritage to fit in. It's brief, poignant and well worth reading.

There's women's art, today, with a textile theme

And closer to home a Pilot pen drawing of Resting Toes, sounds like a Chinese exercise.

Typical view recently as I followed doctor's orders to take it easy, amid hand stitched pillows.

Happy day everyone, take it easy, too,, and keep pushing for better days