They obviously have feathers, now, and in about a month or less will be flying away to take up their own lives. Hard to believe how fast it all goes. Shouldn't be hard for them to find food around here; I see big, juicy night crawlers struggling on the ground every morning after the sprinklers have been on. It looks like paradise for the early bird. (I have grabbed a few of those worms myself on occasion so that I can bait them up on a hook and look for catfish in the river or in the lake).
One of the minor league frustrations I have encountered as a result of my move to Nebraska is the lack of availability of Monterey Jack cheese, especially for sandwich slices. In L.A. every market carries Monterey Jack sliced for sandwiches on its deli racks. No such luck here. A person might find Pepper Jack or Monterey Jack mixed with Colby, but no plain Monterey Jack sandwich slices. The local grocery store carries a small, narrow block of Jack which can be sliced at home. It takes two slices side by side to fill a slice of bread. Occasionally, at a major store in Kearney, I find fairly large blocks that can make wonderful sandwich slices. The price, however, usually makes me put it down and walk away. I usually wind up putting ordinary "American" cheese slices on my sandwiches, which is somewhat less than thrilling and has all the flavor of grade school paste.
In my life, a sandwich is a small meal. I know some who are quite happy simply slapping a slice of bologna or whatever between two slices of bread. That might do in an emergency, but on a given day when I want to make a sandwich for lunch, it involves two slices of potato bread, mustard (or mayo) on one slice, and horseradish on the other. I then stack lettuce, a slice of meat, tomato, a slice of meat, onion, a slice of meat, and then the cheese. It's not really a "Dagwood" sandwich, but it gets close to that. It's delicious, filling, and easily holds me til dinnertime. Currently the lettuce, tomato and onion come from my daughter's garden. After the second frost, she will harvest the horseradish.
The weather here has not been ugly this summer. I know it has been brutally hot in L.A., but we have only had eight or nine days total of truly broiling weather. Last week we had three days of +100 degrees and 40% humidity. Those days make Nebraska the world's largest outdoor sauna. McCook, Nebraska, which is directly east and very close to the Colorado border, recorded 110 degrees last week. Ugh. But that's what air conditioners are for. It's interesting to note that most of the newer pieces of farm equipment (tractors, combines, and other man driven machinery) have enclosed cabs with air conditioning. What would the pioneers have thought?
My MRI examination scheduled for last Saturday morning didn't take place. The best laid plans....... In 2002 I had angioplasty on the major arteries leading into my legs, and the doctor inserted a stent in each artery. A stent is a small coil which forces the artery to stay wide open. Some are made of metal, some are not. If my stents are metal, I cannot have an MRI. The tremendous amount of magnetic energy used by the machine could cause problems with the stents that could kill me. So, this morning I called the office of the doctor in Pasadena who performed the vascular surgery to get information as to the material involved with the stents. Apparently it is in my file which is now in their archives. I should have the info I am looking for tomorrow or Wednesday. If they are metal, then some diagnostic tool other than MRI will have
to be used.
So life goes on. At least the fishing is still good. You betcha!
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