Vine Fantasy Weird Brain #3

I planted three varieties of sweet potato vine in the back garden this year.

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One was rather puny and the bright green one outshone the other two and began to take over the garden wall. One day I noticed the puny vine had begun to climb the hill into the woods.

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Have you seen areas where English ivy has grown unabated?
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I have this fantasy that the sweet potato vine up in the woods is going to be gargantuan and take over the back hill. Of course, it will be too mannerly to interfere with our hundreds of daffodil bulbs. Other than the daffodils, look out!

Why The Recipe Says To Pierce

I have been cooking for at least 50 years. Every recipe I ever read says when you are going to bake a potato, pierce it first with a fork.

I have been recovering from a bug, but felt well enough to scrubs potatoes and put them in the oven this morning. Imagine my surprise when the timer rang and I pulled this out of the oven!

250D95AB-8705-4E63-8D69-AD9CAF0CE43CYep! That potato exploded! I forgot to pierce them. I laughed out loud!

 

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When they cooled I made twice baked potatoes. I was actually able to eat mine with no ill effects. Baked all 5 pounds and shared them with both adult children’s families.

Aging

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Someone sent this to us a few years ago. We are getting closer to resembling this remark!

I recently read Madeline L’Engle’s book A Severed Wasp.

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She wrote “She might feel like a young woman in an old body, but there was no denying that the body was old, and she had little patience with people who could not face their own aging. She had had a full, rich life – surely that should be enough.”

I know a woman who moans and complains constantly about her aging and her loneliness and her misery. No one wants to spend time with her. I certainly have little patience with her. Having struggled with a chronic pain condition for years that is not progressive, but still has the power to make me miserable gives me yep “little patience with those who can not face their own aging.” When Bob was still working, he went into one man’s hospital room to draw the man’s blood. Asking the man how he was doing that day, the man replied “Well, I woke up on the right side of the grass!”

Every person we meet is broken. Some hide it better than others, but each of us is dying and aging. To me, becoming an old geezer with joy and acceptance is better than moaning my way into my grave!

I have a calligraphy with a quote from Hunter S. Thompson. He said,

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, CHOCOLATE in one hand, beer in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO HOO what a ride!”

And yeah, that would be DARK chocolate please!