Just so you know, I gave up on sourdough as I don’t like being bossed by a food. You have to feed it regularly or it dies, and I don’t like that tiny task. It involves adding flour and water, but I don’t want to, so go figure. However, the kids are baking themselves into a stupor downstairs, and they’ve certainly adopted the idea of sourdough bread making.
I currently have a good-sized spider living on my kitchen window. It’s made a large web encompassing about half the window and touching the tops of some plants and ornaments on the fly-blood-covered ledge. I guess my window sill is its garbage dump and this is the fly detritus it won’t eat.
Because of all the fruit in the house there are plenty of fruit flies for this spider to eat so I wonder how long it’s going to remain there. Surely at some point it’ll die or move away?
The other day I went into the bathroom, in which I have a tile floor, and saw Louie had peed right beside the tub as he likes to do from time to time. Because of the pale colour of the tile I saw the dog’s pee looked quite coral-coloured and so I figured there was blood in his urine.
I had an old syringe from some animal illness, and used that to suck up as much blood-filled pee as I could, and put that into an old pill bottle. I put it into the fridge and decided to call the vet first thing in the morning.
As I was pondering what of many ailments my poor dog could have, my mind went back to lunch, and the cooked beets I’d made. I recalled feeding piece after piece of beet to Louie as he really liked it and I figured beets are a good way for him to cleanse his liver.
Oh my God. I then retrieved the beet-filled dog pee from the fridge and threw it into the garbage and pondered Munchausen by Proxy. Munchausen disease involves making oneself sick for attention and pretending one has all manner of ailments.
Munchausen by Proxy involves making someone close to you sick for similar mentally ill reasons. I briefly wondered if I was crazy but then remembered that no, I was feeding the dog beets not in a cry for attention and a large vet bill, but for the animal’s health.
Our little vegetable garden turned out not too bad for the amount of effort made. Margaret’s been taking home onions, tomatoes, beans and yellow squash, and I’ve been eating the same here pretty much daily. I juice the Swiss chard, beets and celery so figure I can’t possibly be any healthier.
Some decidedly unhealthy things I love to sling down my gullet are the snick snacks and drinks at various joints around town for happy hour. I meet pals there and we get a poor waitress running like mad as we ask how many minutes until happy hour ends.
And you know how writers want to be published, no matter where, so I continue to write reviews on Trip Advisor and have a small readership there. Isn’t that adorable? I just reviewed the lovely Waterfront Café in Kelowna and have to say I adore the little chicken sliders at Cactus Club.