Hungry? How About Some Frozen Pizza?
Greetings everyone in Blog land.
I have not been able to post for a couple of days, mostly due to our very bad weather and lack of internet service. After three hours the other night I gave up trying to download e-mail and last night was not much better. But a high pressure ridge is allowing our land line to work a little bit (no broad band out here in the country side) and while 1440 may be slow, it does allow for some access. Even if it is more like the World Wide Wait than the World Wide Web...
Anyway, Disaster Cat's adventures (or lack of them) have continued even without the computer for distraction. We did have power, so I have been able to watch a wide range of new Fall Disaster TV shows. Though once you have seen the earth destroyed by fire, flood, earthquake, meteor or just doomsday plague the first time; its starts to get boring when the documentary channels start to repeat the same episodes the very next day. Sometimes, twice. Normally, I'd just get up and do something else. But with a lack of a computer access and not having much to read (the library is closed, our personal library is on floor two) I found myself looking forward to meals. After several experiments where I determined that I could wait up to eight hours between room visits, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
Disaster Cat went downstairs. It may have been a slow journey, but once there, I could manage to chop a few potatoes and stick them in the oven and maybe scramble my own eggs. This was an improvement over peanut butter and crackers. Not to mention I could read the paper and do other distracting things. Its not that the food the guys provide is all that bad. Its just wildly inconsistent. One night wonderful pork chops with mashed potatoes (husband) the next night frozen pizza (house-mate). When our weekend visitors called on Thursday to ask what they could bring, I suggested dinner food. I should have specified what I meant, as it was my husband's best friend, aka The Bear, who made the phone call. Being another male (and very helpful) he picked, you guessed it, more frozen pizza....
What is it about this love affair that men have with frozen pizza? Maybe someone with the correct chromosome balance can clue me in? I mean there is lots of variety of frozen junk out there, but the pizza seems to win out every time. When my husband and house-mate have their bi-monthly, male only, role playing games, the freezer is stacked with it. To me, most of the local stuff taste like a dry cracker with catsup on it. But the mens just can't seem to get enough of it Except for my husband, he doesn't care for it. But then he's happy to eat bread and cheese if he's busy working or writing. In which case, I'm not likely to see him for a day or two anyway.
So, I have now had more frozen pizza this week, than I would normally eat in about three months time. At least last nights was ham and pinapple....as you can tell, I will be very happy not to experience frozen pizza again for a good while. Homemade pizza is another story, but I won't be up to making that for a week or two the way things are going. Anyway, the guys went into town today and brought back pork chops. I asked for fresh vegetables, but I'm not holding my breath. My husband being the sort of man who believes that "vegetables are what food eats..."
Oh well, my mother-in-law gets here from Dallas Texas on Thursday. She is a lady who expects vegetables, even if our local choices tend to be anything you want as long as its: cabbage, carrots, turnips and potatoes....with the occasional green tomato or wilted broccoli plant somewhere on the shelf. Its getting better than it used to be, when we first moved here, the local supermarket had big sign up that said "Limes" and then explained what they were and what you could use them for....I don't miss living in the US often, but there are times...*sigh*
Meanwhile, I am discovering that it is possible to get around only walking on the front part of my right foot. I'm sure that many people reading this have also learned this at one time or another in their lives. But its a new experience for me. Having the walking stick makes its easier, at first I found it all too easy to trip over the piles of clothing and into the laundry basket every morning. Now, I can even get down our steep kitchen stairs, as long as I take it slowly. I now have a much greater appreciation of my right foot and all of its usual skills. For some reason my family is not nearly as excited about my discoveries as I am. Perhaps it really is time for me to find something else to do but sit? But what?
"Flying" (see previous post on Fly-baby Housecleaning)is out, I'm completely grounded for the moment. My mother-in-law is bringing the self-help textbooks, but they are not here yet . So, I'll need to find something else to think about (and hope the dishes clean themselves at some-point).
*Update, The Bear's Wife, my friend "The Fox" has made all the dirty dishes disappear! Yeah, must do something nice for her when I'm back up and running...Meanwhile, I've got to find something to do while sitting in one place....
Wait, I've got it, I have three baby sets that need finishing, I'll get started on the knitting. So far, one set is finished and the second is half way done. Husband drops by the room, is impressed for about five seconds, but for some reason is not excited about talking about my new knitting pattern...am I perhaps getting a little boring? Maybe I need some new topics of conversation. I try to watch the news, but it seems to be all on one subject: over and over again. house-mate drops in to ask if there is anything new about the US elections,
"Nothing, " I respond, "but they take hours and hours of time to say it..."
At this point I decide that maybe its time to just go back to bed with a book. Which I do....At least the cats listen to any subject I want to talk about, although even they don't seem to pay a great deal of attention. Until I start to try and read the book, now its time for another game of HUNT THE BOOK...
Oh well, at least there are pork chops for dinner...
Stay tuned for a hopefully more exciting chapter of Disaster Cat in a day or two..
Disaster Cat
PS - The Fox has just come in to ask me if we have any dry cat food. It seems the Barn Cat dish is empty, but sitting beside the empty dish is a large, juicy rat....I think that is a cat message for, "Mommy Our dish is EMPTY!, WE can tell you don't have enough food to go around, so here's a nice, big rat for you to chew on. Please fined someone to FEED US OR ELSE!!!!..." Guess I'm not the only cat whose diet has been a bit irregular of late....*grin*