This week should wrap up all of the paperworky type stuff vis a vis my 'retirement'. In an admirable show of support, my past company's COBRA handler (I was imagining a turban and recorder...) contacted me with an offer to continue my healthcare coverage through them. Let me see... do I choose to pay close to $900 a month for coverage that calls for higher copays and deductibles? Or do I opt for Medicare plus supplemental, that costs me $144 a month, with lower copays and limited deductibles? Hmmm. Give me a
Autumn seems to be coming in fits and starts. We've had days so warm, all the windows were open and I contemplated hauling the fans out from storage. Instead, I dug my heels in and 'glistened'. It's more than frustrating when there is a nice, sunny day and I can only do limited manual labor in my much-neglected garden. Thank goodness everything is pretty much over for now - just my friends the kale plants are and their slightly less hardy cousins, the chards. There are things that must get done before snow flies, so I am hoping for a couple of days this week where the sun and moon and planets line up - along with the weather, my hip pain and my motivation. Hope springs eternal.
Speaking of hips, what would you say the device pictured below is? (I'm sure Mrs. Puca - she of fourth grade English class - is spinning in her grave over that sentence.)
If you guessed "bamboo toast tongs with rubber bands on the ends", you would be totally and partially right. If you guessed that this is a sock-puller-upper tool, disguised as a pair of toast tongs with rubber bands on the ends, you would be 100 percent correct! My sister thinks I need to stick to professional devices, but I am quite happy with this. Just call me Sweezie McGuyver.
I am currently filling my time with ferment-making. This was brought on in force by the arrival of two cabbages of enormous dimensions. My neighbor asked if I would like a cabbage or six (he always grows enough vege for a family of 12) and I said, naively, sure! I'll take two. Sauerkraut is done and curtido is on today's agenda.
If I had a bowling ball, I'd use it for gauge. Honestly. He used to compost all of his extras (!!!!) until I convinced him to take them to the food pantry. Some of those in need have large families - a perfect match, plus it's fresh vege. Win, win, win.
Not much else to report from the Little Lucky. I did my first bread run for Marianne (she is one of my bffs and has a large organic farm and general store, for those who may not know) and it was pure, unadulterated aitch ee double ell, being closed in my car with a back seat full of warm, fragrant bread. I had fleeting thoughts of pulling to the side of the road and diving into the bags - eating myself to a painful and early death. Very fleeting thoughts, thank goodness, and both the bread and driver survived the hour-long drive. The bakery has been in business for at least 100 years and it is one of those wonderful neighborhood buildings - an old duplex, with bakery on the right and restaurant on the left. I will try and get a picture of it on my next run, although it is still dark when I arrive.
I'm off to sort out a few projects. Even at one a month, it will keep me busy well into my 90s!