Monday, July 27, 2015

Cooking In The Car

How hot is it today?  Right now the temperature is 94 degrees, but when you factor in the humidity the heat index says it feels like 112 degrees.  That's pretty miserable.

Before I left to go to the gym I cut up some fresh, perfectly-white mushrooms to eat after I got done. I left the bag in the closed up car while I was taking a class. When I came out, my mushrooms were halfway to cooked!


As I was eating them I kept thinking they'd taste really good with a nice juicy steak. Probably a good thing I didn't have that hunk of beef, though.  I don't think it would have done as well in the hot car as the mushrooms.

Five years ago today: Age Has Its Privileges

Saturday, July 25, 2015

And Off Goes The Polish!

Tonight I noticed the polish on my toes was looking chipped and needed to be replaced.  I decided that tomorrow I'd treat myself to a mid-summer pedicure at a nail salon, but having the salon remove the old polish is pricy, so I decided to take it off myself.  However, when I pulled out the bottle of nail polish remover it was almost empty.  There was just enough to saturate a couple of cotton balls, which only removed some of the polish.  Most of it remained. What to do?

All of a sudden I had a revelation. One of the main ingredients in the nail polish remover is acetone. I had some acetone paint remover left over from a long-ago decorating project in the basement.  I wondered if it would work on my nails?

I pulled the gallon-sized container down from its spot on a shelf and blew off a couple of cobwebs.  Because of the strong smell of the industrial strength paint remover I decided to do the job outside on the back patio.  I poured a small amount into the cap, then dipped a cotton ball in and touched it to my toenail.  The polish melted away immediately!  It only took two minutes to complete the entire job. I came in with natural-colored nails, which I washed well with soapy water to remove any remaining chemical.

I can't wait to pick out a new 'piggy' color at the salon tomorrow.

Five years ago today: Garden Update

Friday, July 24, 2015

Friday Dance Party

This morning I took a trip back in time via the radio. When I heard the first familiar strains of "The Hustle" I was ready to dance!

In case you don't remember the song or the line dance that accompanied it, here's a video showing you how it's done.



Five years ago today: Decking The Halls

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

It's Always Good To Take A Chance

This afternoon after I completed my work for the day I stopped at a large international food market to buy a couple of things. After I got the items on my list (produce and dry garbanzo beans for me, sesame oil, fish sauce, and curry paste for Son Donald) I wandered up and down the aisles looking at all the exotic items. In the Greek aisle I saw this:


Even without reading the label I could figure out it was probably a candy bar. It only cost 60 cents, so I threw it into my bag. What's the worst that could happen?

 As it turns out there was no worst, and I thoroughly enjoyed my treat. The bar consisted of thin crispy wafers nestled in between layers of chocolate, the whole thing covered with more chocolate. When I got home I looked closely at the label (which was hard to read, because it had very tiny printing) and found the address for the Ion company website, where I learned that my ChocoFreta bar is one of the most popular confections in Greece. 

I can certainly understand why.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Greased

Tonight after dinner I cut the grass. At 81 degrees, the temperature was pretty nice for mid-July, but when I was finished I was still covered in sweat.  I came inside, turned up the ceiling fan in the family room as high as it would go, and sprawled on the floor underneath it until the sweat stopped. That's the point where I usually go upstairs and take a shower. Tonight, though, I thought it would be nice to treat myself to a soak in the bathtub.

It had been so long since I'd used the tub that I had to dust it out first. After it was clean I started running the water, then opened up the drawer where I keep my stash of bath products to see what I wanted to use. I chose a lavender-scented bath oil and poured a cupful into the water, where it soon sent up a heavenly smell. While the bath was filling I lit the set of candles I keep on a tray next to the tub.  When everything was ready I settled into the water and sank my shoulders underneath. Eventually I sat up enough to hold the book I'd brought with me. Time passed while I enjoyed the sounds of nature outside.

Eventually the water got too chilly for my tastes and it was time to get out. After I toweled myself dry I went to put my clothes on and discovered that my body felt unacceptably greasy.  Either my bath oil was past its prime or the summer humidity in the air was interacting with the oil on my skin. I ended up jumping in the shower, where I washed off most of the oil.


Five years ago today: Tea Time

Sunday, July 19, 2015

We All Scream For Ice Cream!

Thanks to Hubby Tony, I knew that July was National Ice Cream Month.  We observed it over the Fourth of July weekend by treating ourselves to premium scoops at a nearby parlor. However, the third Sunday of the month, which is National Ice Cream Day, almost passed me by until I saw this on Facebook this morning:

Boynton on Facebook

It was a busy day and there wasn't time to stop by a real ice cream shop. However, there's a Sonic just a half mile from my house, where I went tonight to get a waffle cone sundae that turned out to be a great way to celebrate:


Five years ago today: The Value Of A Teacher

Friday, July 17, 2015

Happy Halfy

The other day I received an email from a company withing me a 'halfy birthday'. Although the actual day was on July 12th (five days ago) I won't complain. The email contained a coupon for $10, which I plan on using next time I go to the mall.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Exercise Times Two

The gym I go to has two group exercise classes each morning-one in the 9:00 hour and one in the 10:00 hour.  I have a meeting I attend every Friday, but on the other days if I don't have any work scheduled or errands to run I go to one of the classes.

On Thursday, the early class is called Muscle Works (which uses hand weights and bands to work all of the major muscle groups of the body). The second class is Zumba (a fitness program inspired by Latin dance).  Because the doctor told me I need to work on building my bones I always choose the first one.  However, Zumba is taught by a woman I know from my previous gym. I've told her quite a few times as I'm leaving and she's coming in I'll stay for her class someday, but not today. (One class is more than enough for me, but there's quite a few people who do both.).  She just smiles.

Today I had a work assignment right down the road from the gym that could be done any time after 11:00.   If I stuck to my normal Thursday schedule I'd be done at the gym with too much time to spare, and it wasn't worth spending the time and gas driving home and coming back to the same area.  I decided today would be the day I'd stay for my acquaintance's Zumba class.

Before I left the house I made myself a snack to eat in the car after I'd done two hours worth of exercise and made sure my water bottle was filled up.  When I got to the gym, though, I found out my acquaintance wasn't going to be there.  The first instructor was subbing, teaching something she called Cardio Dance. I ended up staying, but now I still have to fulfill my 'Zumba' requirement.

Five years ago today: Fast Cars and Facial Hair

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Need A Cloth?

I use a lot of washcloths in the kitchen.   They do duty as dishcloths, counter cleaners, and general mess wipe-ups.   When they get dirty I just toss them in the laundry. 

My supply was getting low, and it was time for me to stock up again.  Last week when I was at a charity garage sale I spied a large stack of washcloths for only $1.25. I snapped them up.  Now I have enough to last me for a while (as long as I'm OK with shades of pink).


Five years ago today: Fueled By Caffeine

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Bicycling And Bygone Times

Yesterday morning right after breakfast Hubby Tony loaded our bikes in the car and we headed out for a morning of adventure. We had signed up for an educational bicycle ride called "Jazz History Bicycle Tour, which was co-sponsored by the local chapter of AARP and Trailnet (an advocacy group for biking, walking, and public transit) .

When we arrived at the starting point in Grand Center there were only a handful of people.  However, by the time the ride left there was probably close to 100.  There were a wide variety of bikers, from serious riders in form-fitting shorts, jerseys, and cycling shoes to children riding in a carrier behind a bike. I'm strictly a recreational rider, but I felt like I fit in.  Everyone on the tour was very friendly.  Tony and I tried to stay together as we rode down the city streets, but when we got separated I could always strike up a conversation with the person riding next to me.   

The President of Jazz St. Louis led the tour. We rode for about two hours (and a distance of between six and seven miles) stopping at several points so he could tell us facts about the area.  I saw parts of the city I'd never seen before.  Halfway through the tour the sun came out in full force, and the humidity kicked in.  As much fun as I was having, I was glad when we got back to the starting point.

Five years ago today: I've Got A Map, And I'm Not Afraid To Use It