The Gardens - In the Beginning

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Play It Again



I think I’m at that point in my exasperating life were if I were someone else’s pet, I would already have been put out of my misery; you know, what vets like to call quality of life issues, or more succinctly, lack of good quality of life issues.  I’m human.  I should be overly grateful for that, as unlike some less fortunate beings on this earth, I get somewhat of a say on when it all ends, if it is left in my hands.

I hate misery and it’s hard to tell when a beloved pet has reached the end of his rope.  Reluctantly giving Andee no hope of reaching Christmas last year; thumbing his nose at me, he perked up quite nicely with the help of a certain slave at his every beck and call.  Traveling into the New Year his extension of life was a welcomed gift, leaving me feeling a little bit reckless to the true reality of the fragileness of his existence.

Company came for a visit the Friday before last and spent Saturday night at the Pet Emergency Clinic with Andee and me.  I often wonder how many pets are just taken back home and left to exit life in pure pain and misery, when the shock of the $ amount estimate of care suck your bank account dry is placed before you on paper to think over before deciding how important your pet really is to you, or more in a nutshell, how willing are you to go in the degrading of your quality of life for the sake of a pet.

Woe to pets who are so misfortunate to become sick on Vet’s Off Days. Woe to caregivers who try to care.  Woe to me and this computer keyboard that thinks k is ki…auuuuuuuck!  Does one realize how many times the letter k is typed?  Thought I was going bananas until it was figured out that the keyboard was trying to push me over the edge of sanity into the abyss of psycolady.  Why isn’t windows seven smart enough to figure it all out and just correct the ki to k?  Getting a little tired of spellcheck being my best buddy.  So……every time you see a k on this page, I’ve had to either backspace out the i or right click to let spellcheck work it’s miracles.  HELP!

Now…backi to quality of life issues and life at Perfection…more or less.  If boring is perfection, I’m there!  Actually boring, or the lacki of crises has its advantages, but boring in the sense of nothing interesting ever, never happening has its drawbackis.  Is it true that life is what you makie it, or is it true that you are what life makies you?  Money comes into play on this issue, which means lacki of money also comes into play.  Problems, problems…never an easy solution.  Thought I would just let the ki’s do their thing in this paragraph…aren’t I a little stinkier?

It’s been decided by me that way too much time is spent on a computer in my present existence.  In front of a computer all day at work, then evenings and weekends in front of this computer researching products and courses of action, and cheapest bargains possible on Etsy (Etsy’s my bedmate it seems these days) to round off storage problems at my place of residence.  With no available floor space, if I don’t want to live in a place where the walls are closing in on me, I’m having to work upward…wall shelves, on top of dresser and cabinet shelves, you know, anything to do with upward immobility.

Then there’s the writing.  I need to get back to my novel, which is only important to me and my niece…but it is important.  If I lived my life like a novel must read, I would be complaining about life being too exhausting in that one crisis after another must happen; lives must keep the reader enthralled or they drop you in a heartbeat.  It’s difficult and demanding.  I find I must live these people’s lives in my head, become a part of their existence to experience what must come next that is invigorating or exasperating.  If they vegetate for a bit, then another character who matters must fill the void.  I feel like I’m becoming multi-people; the real me and then the pretend story that is life in the fast lane and at its best.  Are there writers that are bonafided schizophrenic?

I was nice to myself last night.  Cooked a real dinner.  When alone, my real dinners may be another’s nightmare.  Eating in shifts, what can I say, it’s just me when I have only myself to fend for; so, I eat a meal in shifts :)  Cooked an artichoke to perfection and ate it with a bit of mayonnaise.  Grew up eating artichokes with Catalina Dressing, which I still prefer, but this dressing on a salad pukes me out, so it is never in my pantry or fridge, but the mayo is…can’t stand butter on a sandwich.



Next, cooked up two thick pork chops with Marsala wine.  If veal, chicken or pork Marsala in not in your repertoire of eating delights; in my opinion, you are missing out on one of the best pleasures of dining.  Disappointed in restaurant fare that have Marsala in its menu titles, but when the first bit goes into my mouth, I’m wondering where’s that full bodied nutty Marsala flavor…was just a tiny teaspoon only of wine added; I've had to forget restaurants altogether on this issue and just cook it myself.




I like it basic…two floured loin chops (bone in with no water or chemicals injected into those poor things) a little sea salt and coarse ground pepper, cooked in butter or oil, just until done, beware…it’s easy to overcook pork, then one half cup of wine added for a few minutes, remove chops and add a fourth cup of beef broth to pan and bring to a boil to thicken just a bit and pour over meat on serving platter.  Heaven on earth!





After finishing that off, one for dinner, one for the next day, I decided on a little sweetness to finish it all off.  Grabbed the Sunset Cook Book of Favorite Recipes and turned to the bread page and Spicy Mandarin Orange Muffins.  Mmmmmm.  Perfection!  So, this is where I’m going to leave you, thinking about Mandarin Orange Muffins while I am now munching on one.

It’s almost 5 pm in the evening and I think I should get dressed and do a little grocery shopping, so I don’t arrive at work tomorrow lunch less.  Then I’ll further contemplate my life in the slow lane of ho hum.





3 comments:

  1. Pet care is EXPENSIVE, fortunately we don't have pets, but my sister does. I'm not sure I understand what happened to Andre????
    I had to laugh at your k issues....I have problems with my k too....it doesn't type and then spell check makes up interesting words. Funny you should mention muffins, I made rhubarb muffins last week. I usually take a muffin to work for break. Tomorrow Kevin will have been gone 5 weeks, sad to say it doesn't really bother me. He should be home by week's end and that will be good tho. I am so sick of frozen dinner and have cooked a little for myself. If I were alone more often I'd look up' Cooking for One' recipes. hope your week goes better!!!

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    1. Andee has kidney disease, meaning his kidneys are slowly failing him. How fast it happens depends on how good his genes are, I guess, and how well I keep up with giving him fluid therapy under his skin and popping herbal and medicine pills down his throat to slow down the progression of the disease. I think if we are survivors, and you and I are definitely that, we adjust to changes because we need to. No matter how I feel about Vic's absence, he's gone, so I adjust. You do to.

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  2. It sounds like you eat fairly healthy to me, Yvonne. I do not know why but for some reason I thought you were a vegetarian. LOL I've been eating vegetarian (not vegan) for weeks now. Haven't really missed meat though admit, sometimes when I think about what to make for dinner, meat is in the ideas...

    I never knew kidney disease was such an issue for cats. We finally had to put our Misty to sleep and it hurt. But at least she is not suffering.

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