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Honey Spice Throat Drops Season

100 Happy Days #54

Ahhh…here we are again, at that lovely time of year. My absolute favorite, to be exact. Leaves changing and falling everywhere. The holidays approaching. That nippy cool snap in the air. But with all this loveliness also comes the musty furnace coming on at night and the cool air coming on in the day. It’s a balance from hour to hour to not roast or freeze. At our house, sometimes all these changes brings an occasional bout of scratchy throats for the big and little folks.

Must be time to whip up a batch of Honey Spice Throat Drops! Yummo.

Now, I need to tell you–if you venture out and make your own throat drops using this recipe, please, PLEASE go HERE first and find out what Hard Crack Stage actually is for your area at this time of year. It’s not hard to figure out, but it is different everywhere and changes with the weather and moisture in the air. It’s pretty aggravating to follow the directions and have the same temperature I use actually not set up, or worse, burn in your area. Do the test and your drops will work.

Mine were a tad more sticky this time because it was raining outside while I was making them. I should have cooked them a minute or two longer. But they still tasted great and did the job.

Yee haw. I love these things!

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Honey Spice Throat Drops RECIPE

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Stained Glass Again

100 Happy Days #53

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This really is one of those projects that I take up and put down again, according to my patience meter for the day. Some days I can barely look into the sewing bag where the Stained Glass Squares in progress live, and other days I can’t wait to mess with them again.

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The problem for me, is that I’m not so good at reading a pattern that doesn’t come with a lot of step by step pictures. Blame it on our photos of everything culture, that we have now, but if I can see a project up close, I can usually figure it out. But if there’s just one picture of an afghan thrown over a chair for me to copy–well…it’s going to take a little more time and a bucket load of reworking.

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At this point, I’ve had to pretty much write the instructions out myself. Not because there is anything wrong with the original pattern, but more because I need pictures…like a seven year old…and there aren’t any. But I shall merrily carry on until I can’t bear it another second. Then back in the bag it will go to give my brain a rest for another little while.

One of these days, I’ll finish this silly thing.

But for now, I’m content that it’s getting closer.

That will do.

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Perfectly Perfect

100 Happy Days #51

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The sky has been doing this marvelous thing lately.

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Several days in a row now.

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Clouding up and rumbling with thunder and then covering everything with such pretty, pretty rain.

Oh, it’s positively my favorite thing in all the world…

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nearly.

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I’m always overwhelmed with the need to bake something when it does this. Not even because I want to eat cookies or warm bread or brownies–though that does sound lovely too…

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but more because that’s what my momma would have done if she were here listening to this pretty rain.

Seems to me that perfect habits should continue on without interruption.

Now, if I can just find some chocolate chips.

Duty calls.

 

 

 

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Good, Good Planet

100 Happy Days #50

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Yesterday I lost my debit card.

It was one of those times when it should be in my wallet but it wasn’t. I’m actually very, VERY good at keeping my keys where they belong, my wallet and purse where they belong and my id and credit cards where they belong. So, I looked through my car and the house and the driveway and dumped my purse out about 50 times. All of it over and over…but no luck.

I worried and whined and fussed but the bald kid said, “It’s all good mom. It’ll turn up. What’s the worst that can happen?” I wondered if he truly understood the worst that can happen but I figured that was a discussion for a later time. I wanted to holler, “But I’ve lost my DEBIT CARD, son!! But even if I regaled him with stories of possible financial turmoil and ruin, I had this funny feeling he would still just smile and say, “It’s all good mom.” I know, I know. Peace. Love. Rock & Roll.  In case any of you thought that Bob Marley was dead–well, he’s back and in possession of my youngest son.

But on with my story. This morning after looking everywhere I had already looked for the millionth time, Lyndi said, “Call the gas station. That’s where you used it last. Call them.”

I didn’t want to call them because I just didn’t want it to be THAT lost. I wanted it to be in my car, under the seat or something. But it wasn’t.

So I looked up the number and called them. I told the nice man that answered my sad tale, and asked, “By any chance did anyone turn in a debit card?” and this guy said, “Why, yes miss, they did.” Calmly as you please. And it was mine.

When I went in to pick it up I told him, “I’m just so happy to be living here in this sweet town, where someone would turn in a debit card without thinking twice.” The man said, “Yeah, lots of places they’d have had a shopping spree. But, you know, there are still good people around. Have a good day.”

Believe me, I will.

Peace. Love. Rock & Roll.

 

 

PS~ Yeah, I know…time for a new wallet.

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The New Kid

100 Happy Days #49

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In case someone thought that we didn’t have enough kitties around here…

Introducing Princess PeachyO Momo Thomas. PeachyO for short. Miss Chompy pretty much won her as a super prize for doing a scary, hard, challenging thing…and doing it well.

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Such a cute little prize–wouldn’t you say?

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Uncle Beany has a “meh” attitude to the new kid, but OH My WORD Jiffy is ticked. She hisses and spits every time Peach comes in the room. But this little thing doesn’t care one bit. In fact, she was last seen chasing Miss Jiff into the garage.

This is gonna be good.

Heh, heh, heh.