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  • Monthly Archives: January 2021

    • The Cupboard Was Bare

      Posted at 4:24 pm by kayewer, on January 30, 2021

      Reorganizing the pantry is a great task when you’re cooped up at home and/or a major winter storm is coming. I actually divided my project in two, because I cleaned out one portion of the kitchen last year and updated the fridge, so this time I will devote some attention to the remaining cabinets.

      Who says DIY projects can’t keep you occupied for a while? Back when Carlton Cards went out of business, I bought some of their display racks which I had hoped to turn into organizers for a kitchen cabinet. Just about then came the time I found myself pulling family care duties, and the bag of organizers got lost in the shuffle. Two weeks ago I found them, so now I have no excuses for not finishing what I started.

      I do know that my mother, who was always one to save things, left a treasure chest of kitchen and non-kitchen things sitting in the back of some of the kitchen cabinets. I spotted what looks like four different boxes of old-fashioned first-aid kits in a corner of one of them. The only reason I didn’t go through them immediately was that I was summoned to my work-from-home job, and I was already sorting through some paperwork, putting them into trash collection, shredding or archiving piles. There is also something about working around the house after daylight hours, when the workday is over, which is probably why spring cleaning has become so popular.

      Nobody likes winter cleaning.

      In addition to the kitchen, I have some plants which have apparently eaten their own soil and multiplied like those obnoxious creatures in Gremlins. They are indeed green, anyway. Re-potting will mean a new bag of potting soil, and no matter how big your project, it’s bound to end up with several leftover small bags of soil from each category of plant for which you had to buy one: a recent cleaning spree netted a bag of African violet soil which had dried out, and a bag of lawn filler which looks like it was from 1975. The hardest re-potting will be two crown of thorn plants with spikes that show hands no mercy. It uses cactus soil. Since soils are sold in large bags, I guess I’ll either wind up being generous with the pots so I use more soil, or I’ll have to buy more plants to use up the soil I have. It’s a wasteful society when we have to buy too much potting soil.

      Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could buy just the portion we needed? Bring or purchase a recyclable bag and fill up on potting soil for so many pots or such-and-such a size. By extension, couldn’t our groceries come in dispenser form? Take detergent, for instance: instead of throwing out those strangely shaped jugs when they run low, simply bring them to the store and pay for a refill of the same amount, stick the pour spout under a dispensing machine and fill up. No more landfill issues. The jugs last forever in a landfill, so they should last for multiple trips for refilling.

      Anyway, since a storm is threatening to shut down life for a day or two, I’ll try my best to do something constructive with my time. If I get wounded re-potting those thorny plants, at least I know there is first aid in the kitchen cabinet.

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    • Disco Magnetism

      Posted at 4:21 pm by kayewer, on January 23, 2021

      I had an MRI this week, and it has to be one of the most amazing diagnostic tests ever. Magnetic resonance imaging is a modern way to see highly detailed views inside the anatomy through radio waves and magnetic fields. Maybe the best way to describe it is using echolocation like a bat in the form of taking pictures, since the scan actually reads the details inside the body and, unlike bats, captures them in print. It’s a different kind of zap and less of a long-term health risk than x-rays.

      People with claustrophobia are cautious of some model MRI machines, because they can be cylindrical and enclosed, which may give a coffin-like feel to patients, but today the devices are much less confining. The device I was exposed to was a gigantic ring resembling a science fiction time travel portal, with sounds emanating from it like some futuristic dance club.

      Nothing like being diagnosed to a nice beat.

      I had to be sure I had nothing metal on me, so I had to remove my watch. Many people either have no watch or a fitness tracker; mine is the dull, durable, legacy watch with twelve numbers on a round face. Shows how old I am and how long I’ve managed to go without needing a diagnostic MRI.

      After getting an intravenous port (for one portion of the diagnostic process, a contrast die agent is injected to help the readings) and donning a gown, I had to lie down and be fitted with headphones into which music was provided; I also got a squeeze button in case I needed to call the technicians for any reason. Sometimes people find it hard to be still in a horizontal position for some time, but I felt I could almost fall asleep in there. The music was relaxing, with Bill Withers’ original classic “Lean on Me” and Stevie Wonder’s “Don’t You Worry ‘Bout a Thing,” though when “Night Fever” by the Bee Gees played, I wished I could’ve gotten up and danced. I still remember the line dance from the movie, and perform it mentally in my head so as not to embarrass myself in public. Or inside an MRI. I was still as a corpse, even if the MRI didn’t look like a coffin.

      The most disturbing thing about the experience for me was not the being still or being confined, but the noise. The machine puts out several different noises at any particular moment, and they’re loud, but rhythmic, and explain the reason for the headphones and music: it’s hearing protection and distraction. Some procedures take considerable time, since the readings come in individual slices of your body, in thin segments, but mine took about twenty minutes.

      The technicians said I did extremely well, and I left with a gift bag as a reward. It’s nice to be at an age where one still can get free swag for lying down in a machine. Plus there was no prep, no aftereffects, and life went on as normal afterwards.

      Except I still want to get down with the Bee Gees.

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    • Slow Post

      Posted at 4:29 pm by kayewer, on January 16, 2021

      I got a Christmas card yesterday. The postmark on it was December 21, so it was the apparent victim of mail delays. A friend of mine told me that some mail between her and friends and family arrived this week as well, so this must be National Postal Catch-Up Week.

      People who want Christmas all year can at least extend it into January this way. However, the real trees everybody bought probably didn’t make it this far.

      My card also came with a lottery ticket. From Maryland. It gives me an excuse to take a drive and reacquaint myself with the perils of highway traffic, since I won enough money to make it worth visiting there to claim my prize, even if the bridge toll will eat up what I won.

      My mother would have related how reliable and fast postal service used to be. In the olden days, mail came more than once a day, and there was a time you didn’t even have to seal an envelope but simply tuck the flap in. There were different postal rates for sealed and open envelopes, and stamps cost pocket change. As in pennies. Ask somebody in their nineties. People took the time to actually use a pen and stationery, which is a lost art these days. However, many of us of a certain age still take the time to put a signature on a holiday card and mail it. Of course, now postage costs much larger pocket change.

      Did I ever relate the time a couple years ago when an employee in my office was not able to sign a form, because they had never needed to even use a pen in school?

      Not to brag, but when I found that my less than rigorous education in penmanship was affecting my writing life, I sat down and modified it myself. The results are pretty good, but I’m not sure if anybody under 40 even bothers to try to write anything any more.

      The postal service is still sending things on tangible paper, and the holidays are still their busiest time. It will probably take another generation before the concept of cards and writing paper are truly endangered. Meanwhile, I still keep a supply of stamps, pay by mail and keep my pens filled with nifty little ink cartridges that are not as difficult to find as those that go into computer printers.

      I still have a box of personalized stationery, and I’ve had the opportunity to use it a few times. When it’s used up, I wonder if I will still be able to get more.

      I don’t want to put the post office out of business. The mail, after all, does go through.

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    • Diet Size

      Posted at 4:43 pm by kayewer, on January 9, 2021

      Diets require portion control, which means lots of self control and a commitment to reading food labels and becoming familiar with the size of what foods belong on your plate. With a new year often comes an opportunity to change eating habits, so I am looking at the sizes of my food items. That’s how I hope to get to a slightly smaller size.

      It’s tough already.

      The first adventure with portion control I experienced involved peanut butter; it’s supposed to have some health benefits, but I found by reading the label that the serving size is about two tablespoons. One cannot make a decent peanut butter sandwich with two tablespoons of peanut butter. That’s more like a well-smeared cracker sized portion. Imagine how many tablespoons is needed to fill a regular sandwich, even without jelly, and spreading it thin to boot!

      I’ve found that most food is sized for odd numbers of consumers: three servings to a bag of vegetables, or even decimals for partial portions. Who wants to be the one to receive the .5 serving? Portioning out vegetables which comes in, say, a microwave bag, means not only that you won’t get to use the bag for its intended purpose, but you must find multiple containers into which you dole out the servings if you’re not using them all. As a single person, this can make a messy fridge and freezer, stocked full of food portions.

      Also, once the food leaves its original container, you have to find a way to date the new container, and you will want to use the things expiring the earliest first. This means a whole new world of glass vessels with lids that nest, various sizes of freezer bags, aluminum foil and shifting fridge shelves to accommodate it all.

      I opened a package of chicken tenders and discovered that of the nine in the package, I was supposed to eat only two. This posed the problem of deciding whether to break my diet by having three in one sitting, just chopping the outlier up into a salad, dividing it into quarters to nibble on a nib with each serving or throwing it out for the feral cats to feast upon.

      Dessert was even worse. My favorite brand of gelato comes in a nice little 16-ounce container, and it’s a joy for the palate: layers of cool lusciousness with chocolate bits and cherries and, I discovered, a dash of vermouth! Who can break a diet when something that good is calling from the freezer? Dutifully I checked out the portion size: one third of the container. Since it’s a layered dessert, I tried to work out the methodology to getting one third out of a cylindrical container. I tried to imagine the legendary peace symbol and work my spoon accordingly, but strangely I always ended up with something like forty percent. Since this product is produced in small batches, that probably means they won’t consider upping the amount for four people or going down to two, so if I want to continue enjoying dessert, I will have to start using a food scale.

      Dieting will make me look somewhat like a scientist as I weigh my gelato.

      Of course there are all the other opposing caveats when dieting, such as not using canned anything, watching the carbs and the fat and the sugar, and going natural. I gave up orange juice and eat a small mandarin or clementine instead, which supposedly cuts out a lot of excess sugar and adds fiber. However, I did that six months ago, and still gained five pounds. Milk has also been a sticking point. Two percent milk still has a lot of sugar per serving, but milk from grass-fed cows is supposed to be healthier for you. So here I am with my milk and one gram of sugar in my cereal and a small sliced up banana added to it for breakfast, hoping I’m doing something right.

      At least I can see my feet when I stand up, but how much weight I may lose is still to be determined.

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    • Mess-Up-Potamia

      Posted at 4:57 pm by kayewer, on January 2, 2021

      Supply and demand is not a new concept, but it seems some doofusses haven’t a clue. Why else would the most popular toys be chronically out of stock, or medical supplies in insufficient quantities to meet the needs of the persons who have to have them?

      Truth is, suppliers don’t care about demand if their pockets don’t suffer.

      Fortunately for me, I don’t have a single Apple product or a video game console, so I haven’t been caught in the loop of trading in (or ditching) the old thing–be it a phone or the last incarnation of Super Duper Brothers– for the newer model, but this seems to be an annual ritual for many people. The manufacturers love that.

      I have always used the “marlin fishing in Florida” concept as a measure of wealth, and I frequently imagine seeing the fellows from these companies out in the briny deep aboard a yacht. I hate boating in general, but that’s beside the point. If the measure of our worth is to pad somebody else’s wealth, what does that say about our sense of finance?

      True, I guess I’m a bit of a lost cause, since my television is seven years old and has been fixed once under warranty, and (again) I own nothing Apple. The idea of walking around with an $800 piece of equipment, for which I would have to buy another accessory just to hold it comfortably up to my ear, just doesn’t thrill me.

      The demand for holiday gifts meant shortages and delays for many over the holidays. People ran out of luck because the number of items was controlled and black market sellers, buying in bulk, plucked more cash out of some desperate people’s wallets. Some holiday packages–even those not carrying new phones or gaming consoles–are still hung up in little town delivery stations all over the country, yet I haven’t heard of somebody dying because they didn’t get a Joy Junction game system or whatever under their tree this year. It will either be broken two weeks in, or obsolete by May. The manufacturers like that, too.

      Eventually I know I will have to catch up with the times, but if those times mean shortages and padded price tags, I’m in no hurry. What is important right now is to make sure there are vials of immunity-boosting drugs to get us out of last year’s pestilence within a couple more months. Some say doses are available but not being distributed, while others say there is still a shortage of what is needed to get the whole country immune, but there have already been reports of black market line-jumping, when we should be pushing our first responders to the front of any line we can get them into.

      Demand is a powerful word, but we should remember that some folks have less than nothing and are begging please instead. They don’t want a new $800 phone; just some food or a place to live.

      The cycle goes on only as long as people cave to what the industry tries to push onto us. Not keeping up with the Joneses can help your wallet, while smart spending will continue to boost the economy. Since we’re only two days into the year, we will see what happens. Meanwhile, remember that the first holiday bills are in the mail, heaven help us all.

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