Here we are again with Spring Ahead! Sheesh I hate this day, it’s not natural.
What is natural is these rain storms we’ve been having – this is what Northern California is like when there’s not a drought. It was coming down so fast yesterday the rain barrels were overwhelmed and the little gravel pathways around my house started to swamp.
The tarps I laid out to kill weeds are redirecting the water onto my pathways. I’m dying to get out there to do something with those areas, but I’m afraid if I move the tarps now I’ll just have more weeds.
It’s not raining now, but since friends of mine are moving today, I predict it will start dumping in about an hour. AccuWeather is calling for rain on and off. Yesterday somebody left the faucet on alllllllll day!
I’m looking forward to a few days of dry out – all around my yard, flowers are blooming, I’d like to get out and enjoy.
Everywhere in my yard, the weeds are growing like crazy. Mulching helped, but I didn’t have enough mulch to cover everything, just right around trees. So, I’m out there whenever there’s a break, yanking weeds. I can’t wait to get my torch – yeah, you’re laughing now, weeds! Let’s see what you have to say to The Torch!
It has been very nice to be stuck inside, forced to clean out the closets and cabinets. Here I’ve been going through my extensive collection of file cabinets. My mom was very organized, she had all these file cabinets she’d bought, mostly at thrift shops or yard sales. One still says “$15” on the side in some kind of paint. I thought filing cabinets were a great idea, but I found out I wasn’t as organized as my mom. I didn’t take time to figure out a system, I just started shoving stuff in. My old accountant, Burge (and I mean ‘old’ both in the sense that he is no longer my accountant and also very, very old) made me so paranoid about throwing stuff away, I became a cabbager of paperwork, stuffing it here and there, never really knowing why.
Well, I will say, it’s interesting to go through this stuff and remember whole sections of your life suddenly like it was yesterday. I found the PG&E bills that showed how PG&E overcharged us a couple of hundred dollars one month and we had to fight with them like a Repo-man grab to get it back. I also have Cal Water bills going back to the beginning of life as we know it. That’s going to be a fun blog.
I also found receipts I’d saved for stuff we no longer own, bank statements on long closed accounts at banks that don’t exist anymore, bills that chronicle the takeovers of one company after another – like fish eating fish.
Remember Sunset Net?
So I’ve really been enjoying going through, drawer by drawer, and ratting that stuff out. Of course I won’t be throwing it in my garbage can – too much sensitive information. The idea that a piece of paper with the details of my life would be blowing down Hwy 99 or skittering across the Neal Road landfill is uncomfortable for me. I used to have a shredder, but when it almost caught on fire one day I got rid of it. So, I’ll show you what I do with old paperwork in another blog, after the rain dries up.
In the bad weather we keep the dogs in the house most of the time. I’ll tell you something you didn’t want to know – the canned food the vet has Biscuit on gives her the farts. I’m talking, GET OUT NOW! At 2am, she loaded the apartment so full of gas we had to evacuate out into the dumping rainstorm. We were afraid she had more than gas going on in there, but she just ripped another big one, got a genuine smile on her face, and turned back into the house.
The vet needs her on that food, in pretty exact amounts, so they can figure out the dosage of insulin. She had an infection in her pancreas, and that’s getting better, but still affects the insulin dosage. But I’m looking forward to getting her off that canned caca and onto the stuff I’ve been making with the giant mound of chicken we bought at Cash and Carry.
I set them in the sink in a block, let them thaw overnight. They’re still pretty rock solid by morning, but I can put on a pair of gloves and start wheedling them apart. They are very nice.
I bake three of these in a pan covered with foil, it makes a good broth to pour over Biscuit’s canned food. She doesn’t like the canned caca, but if I doctor it up a little I can get her to eat it.
I put a spoonful of my food and some broth on hers, because she won’t touch the canned caca otherwise. I have to get a pill in there twice a day – I take some of that canned slop, and I make a little meatball full of pill. Sometimes it works, sometimes I have to pick it up out of the dish and shove it down her throat. I hate doing that, but I’m determined for her to finish those dam-ned pills. They are supposed to kill the infection in her pancreas, and I’m sure they been working, but they make her sick to her stomach, so she has to eat that shitty food. As soon as she’s off the antibiotics, I think we can be finished with that canned crap.
The smell is gross, and when I get it on my hands, I have to wash at least twice with Bronners to get it off. I’m sorry I read the ingredients – sometimes you just have to trust people.
And the canned stuff is expensive. Even serving her whole chicken breasts is cheaper than the can. We are saving money on our food too, we use the chicken to make plenty of meals for us.
I made another chicken salad, this time I left out the macaroni and added apples, shredded carrots, raisins, and some curry and honey in the dressing.
Never gets boring around here.