The Old Folks Home

[room onthebroom]

My DD#1 is in the hospital. Since last Thursday they found a mass on her kidney. They are going to do a biopsy today and a bone scan with dye.
They may take her kidney out.
Her liver has been having trouble since last year. He said she has a fatty liver.
She still has the neck and upper back fractures. They are not healing.

I'm sorry!!! Hoping for the best!!!

You can make your own cream soups

Condensed “Cream of Anything” Soup Recipe

Ingredients

1 cup Cold Milk
2 Tablespoons Cornstarch 1½ Tablespoons Butter
1 teaspoon Chicken Bouillon (or any flavor you like)
½ teaspoon Sea Salt Dash of pepper

Instructions

1. In a small saucepan, whisk milk and cornstarch until well blended.
2. Stir in butter, bouillon, salt, and pepper.
3. Heat to a boil, stirring frequently.
4. Simmer on low for one minute more to thicken.

Notes
Use in recipes to replace one can of condensed cream of soup. Add 8oz sliced mushrooms to make cream o mushroom. Add asparagus to make cream o asparagus.

This will be extremely helpful! Thanks!

Funny is being the one that needs to be fart free..... No more Black beans for me.... But dang... Fart Free and Bladder full .... Means Locked and loaded for radiation....

Target acquired? ... Engage!

 

[Alaskan]

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that is postcard worthy! It also screams warm gentle spring.

My place today also screams spring...

The snow is melting .. even though the pond is frozen over most mornings, by noon the edges melt... and you can see grass..

So I have breeding pens set up.

 

[Latestarter]

I don't think chard is frost hardy though so I'll have to put it off till end of May.

I used to grow chard in New England and it would last right through the winter... I'd pick leaves off it and try my best to keep it from bolting. heavy snow would lay it down, but a few sunny days and it would come right back.

 

[Latestarter]

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I have see pictures of canned cream of possum!

I see creamed possum regularly... sometimes I have to swerve to avoid creating more. No desire to can it though...

 

[getaclue]

The home I lived in when raising my daughters, was backed up to a woods, then further back was an open area used as a pasture. My cats, and dogs had water, and feed buckets in the back yard. The cat's things were on the back porch. The feed buckets were set in shallow pans of water to keep the ants out of their food, and I normally kept plenty of feed in the buckets for them. Every year when it was time to wean her young ones, mama possum would come up, and let her babies eat some of the cat food.

One evening, I was looking out the sliders at the back yard, and thought to myself that it was strange that one of the smaller cat food buckets was upside down....what the heck...did that bucket just move? Yup, the bucket moved. I walked out, lifted the bucket, saw nothing under it, set it back down just like it was, and went inside to get feed. Maybe I just thought I saw it moving. I had the feed, and was about to open the slider to go out, and sure enough the bucket was moving around on the porch. Hmmmm, am I really seeing this? Yes. What the heck. I walked out, lifted the bucket, saw nothing under it, and set it back down once again, and walked back inside to watch. In a short time, the bucket started moving again. At this point, several thoughts are rushing through my mind as I'm trying to think of a logical answer. Am I cracking up, and imagining this? Nope. Is my porch haunted? It never has been before. Nope. Is the bucket haunted? Nope.

I walked out, lifted the bucket, and there was nothing under it. Impossible. I flipped the bucket over, and spread eagle, was a little possum wedged part way up. Every time I lifted the bucket, the little possum was clinging to the sides up inside the bucket, so I couldn't see it. It was scared. Now what? Had mama given up, and abandoned it? Was she nearby? I began talking softly to the little one, and listening. I heard a stirring in the nearby bushes. I set the bucket on it's side, where I heard the bushes rustling, and watched. Mama possum came out, the two were reunited, and they walked off across the yard into the woods, like nothing happened. I filled the buckets, and everything went on as normal. The next evening, mama brought her 2 to eat, just like always.

 

[perchie.girl]

The home I lived in when raising my daughters, was backed up to a woods, then further back was an open area used as a pasture. My cats, and dogs had water, and feed buckets in the back yard. The cat's things were on the back porch. The feed buckets were set in shallow pans of water to keep the ants out of their food, and I normally kept plenty of feed in the buckets for them. Every year when it was time to wean her young ones, mama possum would come up, and let her babies eat some of the cat food.

One evening, I was looking out the sliders at the back yard, and thought to myself that it was strange that one of the smaller cat food buckets was upside down....what the heck...did that bucket just move? Yup, the bucket moved. I walked out, lifted the bucket, saw nothing under it, set it back down just like it was, and went inside to get feed. Maybe I just thought I saw it moving. I had the feed, and was about to open the slider to go out, and sure enough the bucket was moving around on the porch. Hmmmm, am I really seeing this? Yes. What the heck. I walked out, lifted the bucket, saw nothing under it, and set it back down once again, and walked back inside to watch. In a short time, the bucket started moving again. At this point, several thoughts are rushing through my mind as I'm trying to think of a logical answer. Am I cracking up, and imagining this? Nope. Is my porch haunted? It never has been before. Nope. Is the bucket haunted? Nope.

I walked out, lifted the bucket, and there was nothing under it. Impossible. I flipped the bucket over, and spread eagle, was a little possum wedged part way up. Every time I lifted the bucket, the little possum was clinging to the sides up inside the bucket, so I couldn't see it. It was scared. Now what? Had mama given up, and abandoned it? Was she nearby? I began talking softly to the little one, and listening. I heard a stirring in the nearby bushes. I set the bucket on it's side, where I heard the bushes rustling, and watched. Mama possum came out, the two were reunited, and they walked off across the yard into the woods, like nothing happened. I filled the buckets, and everything went on as normal. The next evening, mama brought her 2 to eat, just like always.

What a marvelous story..... VBG.



smart little buggar....

deb

 

[Alaskan]

such a crazy amount of wind ...


Going to be hard to sleep

 

[Alaskan]

ack! Wondering what all is blowing away

 

[Alaskan]

huh... at the airport in town it says 24 mph gusts......

I think it is windier at my place.... higher elevation and on the hill front

 

[getaclue]

Glad you enjoyed it, deb.