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I want to see how this works…

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I saw this on Facebook. I want to take it a step further. The original post had 500+ responses…. I just wonder

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Amazing People

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When I go anywhere with my eldest, I often times end up in the most amazing conversations with the most epic people. Last night was no exception. We went to Walmart. Needed milk (making yogurt today and probably going to … Continue reading

Merry Christmas… contemplation

Christmas Morning…

Coffee, listening to fluff audio books, thinking…

It’s Christmas.

Christmas has devolved from the traditions of thirty something years… of fifty something years… of… whatever… into… five dogs, two humans (both pretty much mostly lost) and a sixty five degree day. Evolution into a new set of whatever kind of new traditions we are going to be chasing.

Sky is in New York with his family of choice.

So many losses… so many being (human and not) being missed.

Contemplation…

Christmas dinner, today, was Korean Hot Pot (kind of liking the restaurant we ate at… but it would have been nice to have any of the bubble teas).

I cleaned the kitchen.

Started a new batch of Pineapple vinegar (I really really hope that adding in the mother to the jars will help with it… no mold… no mold… no mold).

Three loads of laundry.

Two loads of dishes.

Putting some of Granny’s Snoozle Salve on Meatball’s and Ellie’s snoozles (and Roxy’s calluses) to see how it helps with the healing. 

What do I want to name the different concoctions that I’m going to try selling… that I’m going to keep making because I’m loving them. Vapo Rub… Dragon Balm… Snoozle Salve… Joy hand salve… Pine hand salve… and Sweet Dreams balm… If nothing else, I think I’m going to keep making these concoctions… maybe adding in a bit of drawing salve. I’m really loving these recipes. I’m at the edge of tiny batches…. I will need to figure out how to bump up the recipes (and the heating source) to be more than a half pint at a time. Chatted with sister sue about flu bombs, onion cough syrup, garlic honey and my interesting things I’m making. 

As the year creeps to the end… I started my temperature ‘thing’ to crochet for 2024. I have tried to make a temperature blanket before and it really doesn’t work for me. I don’t think making a new blanket will cut it again… I’m never able to do that past mid February. This year, I’m going to make a temperature snake. I made his head this morning… he’s sitting here waiting for New Year’s Day to dawn bright and (by the looks of it) colder. Looks like Theo The Temperature Snake will start out with a couple rows of dark blue!

This Christmas has my heart hurting in a lot of ways… but it has my year ending with plans and hopes. 

Now, to see what 2024 has to really hold.

AprilJoy
12/25/2023

Doing It Yourself…

Sitting here, recovering from the single longest on call week I think I’ve ever spent. Smores coffee (from yesterday in the percolator), Rebirth of the Sun Ambience (youtube), and the doggoes are my morning company. 

I completely enjoy quiet mornings like this. They seem to come too few and far between. When they do come… it helps immeasurably. But I always end up waiting for the other shoe to drop and something, or someone, to help everything come crashing down.

The last few days I have been using my generic “muscle balm” because my name brand Tiger Balm ran out and the off brand was cheaper when I went hunting it. Even the off brand is a bit pricey and none of what we can get in the US matches the amazing stuff I bought when we were in South East Asia. Apparently the FDA limits the amount of menthol and camphor that can be in ours. 

A guy at work told me (SEVERAL years ago) that you can buy the menthol crystals from an Indian store, melt your US Tiger Balm and add in the extras, but I could never get a good ‘try this amount’ idea, so I never tried it. 

I found out that the stuff I have relied on for like ever when my hands start screaming is toxic to dogs. If you have it on your hands, before you be near your pets, make sure you wash your hands extremely well. Uh… I use it when my hands scream… washing it off is counter productive.

Tiger Balm was always my ‘go to’ before the Dr prescribed the stuff that will probably kill my dogs, so I’ve been falling back to that. 

And it works.

But the jars are SO freaking tiny. What is with that? I love that I can toss it in my “makeup bag” (the one that I carry all of my portable medicinal crap in) and it doesn’t take up much room. But it’s almost always on the shopping list. 

AND, if you look at the ingredients list on, at least, the off brand I have here… there is petroleum in it. Yeah, yeah, I get it. petroleum is cheap and lord knows it is SO freaking plentiful… I mean, it’s not like we can run out of it or anything. 

Sigh

WAIT… wait wait wait…

Dr Google to the rescue.

There are a metric crap ton of places where you can get DIY versions of almost everything. I was very good at my online retrieval class at Pitt. I bet I can couple searching for DIY versions with digging into what and how much would be applicable to my situation… bump up the menthol and the camphor just an eensie bit (too much, it turns out, can be a bad thing, health wise but is it two extra crystals or three extra crystals that will send you over the edge… thinking… thinking… thinking… ).

I stumbled onto Jenni Raincloud’s website and went down a HUGE rabbit hole. She has the most amazing DIY products. A DIY for Tiger Balm (yes, I messed a bit with her recipe but not much), one for vapo-rub, one for “vaseline”, and a metric crap ton more things for in the ‘medicine’ cabinet. 

And the ingredient list is… you know… stuff like coconut oil, olive oil, bees wax pellets… essential oils…

Not a whole lot scary in all of that… and holy freaking crap, I have a bunch of it in my cupboard already.

So, yesterday, while I was sitting at my desk during my 12 hours of work on my 7th day in a row trying not to completely and totally lose it with everything… I started a batch of the DIY Tiger Balm. Enter crock pot, glass measuring cups and canning jars.

It takes for freaking ever for even the pellets of bees wax to melt in a water bath in the crockpot but on the up side I don’t have to worry about watching it like a hawk and having to be RIGHT THERE stirring it all the time.

I bumped up the menthol crystals by half again as much.

and I added an extra 5 drops of camphor

and viola… my first batch was made. 

I was a little worried, since when I took the lid off it didn’t smell as strong as what I was used to, but putting it on my neck and hands… It’s pretty much exactly what I was after. And for less than what a .63 oz ‘jar’ would cost me, I made a half pint jar. The jar and the lid cost more than the ingredients. 

Yeah, I had to buy some of the oils, because they weren’t in the <much sarcasm> treasure trove </sarcasm> of essential oils that I was sold a while ago, but oz per oz, dollar for dollar, I can make a batch of this that FILLS a half pint jar for less than a dollar.

So… since I already had the ingredients, once the stupid bees wax pellets melted and I jarred up the balm, I decided to make vapo-rub. 

Again… less than a dollar. Added in a little Shea butter that I already had… and poof…

And this dark, windy, cold, wintry mix morning there is a batch of “vaseline” (can’t actually call it petroleum jelly since there is zero petroleum in it) melting in the crock pot. Looking at the ingredients for pretty much all of the recipes on Jenni’s website, it looks like if I just make up and put away a few jars of this base, I can melt it down and tinker with it (adding in whatever essential oils are needed and maybe some Shea butter) to make almost anything. 

I’m thinking that my next investment is going to be comfrey essential oil (yes I know… ew ick… comfrey is poisonous if consumed in large doses… much like sassafras is too) to make some healing salves… and some activated charcoal capsules and bentonite clay for drawing salve.

All in due time… all in due time… but for now… this morning I put on my balm when my hands started to complain (too much ‘doing’ not enough resting)… and here we are.

Will I still use napproxen? Yeah. There are times when it takes a bit more to make the hot glass shards that feel like they are in my fingers… wrists… elbows… shoulders… quiet down. But for the day to day stuff… I have found my new go to.

Now, to find a supplier of smaller jars to carry some around with me… and maybe put it out on my table next venue I’m selling at… see what the legalities there are…

Love and Light

have a magical day

AprilJoy (AKA… Granny of Granny Fricket’s Thicket)

Failing Again…

Yeah… the title of this entry into my life doesn’t seem to be such a good thing. People view failing rather poorly. I guess it is kind of how you look at it, how you see it. AND, I guess it is kind of the frame of mind you’re in when you do see it…

I got up this morning, made coffee, took my daily “you’re on call this week” morning handoff from Kuala Lumpur, fed the dogs and stirred my latest batches of vinegar.

The vinegar is where the failure comes in…

I have two jars of rice vinegar in my china cupboard, the curing remains of a few apple and pear jars, and I had (emphasis on HAD) two jars of pineapple vinegar going. I was so proud of the pineapple stuff. It had made it to smelling like alcohol, the bubbles had pretty much stopped, and I really thought I had turned the corner on getting it going.

I heard wonderful things about pineapple vinegar. I was really looking forward to trying it.

And then, this morning, on BOTH jars… mold. The smell went from fermenting to nasty like overnight.

Seriously? GHAAAA

So, I dumped the contents down the sink, down the grinder… and the jars will go through the super duper hot dishwasher in a bit… and I will start over.

I don’t have a pineapple to start over with, but I do have a bunch of apples I can cut up to start another batch or two of apple vinegar. And I have the mother I can put a chunk of into jump start that batch, so we are good there.

I’m disappointed, yes. But the pineapple came from flashfoods so it only cost about 30 cents and I can keep an eye out for more to use. I want to try this vinegar so badly that I will keep trying until I manage to not screw it up.

On the up side, the rice vinegar is fermenting nicely and I’m looking forward to seeing how it pans out.

Also… this morning I started reading on what a vanilla mother jar is and I’m going to start one of those as soon as I can get a little cheap vodka rounded up. I have the perfect place to store these marvelous concoctions to see how we do.

A vanilla mother jar?

This is the best explanation I’ve found for it and I’m very much looking forward to trying it. I have my half gallon jars and a couple of vanilla beans so all I have to do is scrounge up a bit of vodka or other booze and get a jar cooking in my china cupboard.

Did I fail?

yeah

Will I fail again?

yeah

but

This adventure is really so much fun, I’m learning as I go and I’m building on my treasures.

It’s all in the way you look at it.

“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” – Thomas A. Edison

AprilJoy
12/12/23

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On Discovering You Created Your Very Own Mother

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Now if that isn’t an interesting title, nothing is. Several weeks ago, I was reading (another bunny trail) how you can make your own vinegar out of peels and cores and ‘bees are eating them’ and ‘deer (or the damn … Continue reading

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Coping with the holidays

Since October 2020, I’ve had a really really hard time around the holidays. Starting with Halloween right through Christmas, Bear was very much all about the holidays. Christmas tree up in October… yards full of inflatables and music…. food… Since … Continue reading

When you think the ‘cure’ is worse than the condition

It’s infusion day. I am SO glad, this month, that it is infusion day.

I’ve probably been pushing too hard (let’s face it, that’s kind of a given).

Stress has been high.

But I think part of why my hands are SCREAMING right now is because I went to the dermatologist. Apparently a tendency to accumulate warts is a thing with RA. Who would have guessed. Shocking I know. But I’ve been acquiring several (they treated 8) and the ones I’ve been acquiring have started to become problematic. So five months ago I got the first available dermatologist appointment I could get. She froze my warts and gave me instructions on what to do as aftercare (soak hands 20 min in the evening… emery boards to file them down… salacitic acid…) . Blisters are a good thing! Nope. The freezing hurt like a… well, you know the rest of that saying… but man, after the pain and stinging of the freezing… the blisters really are hurting.

And… I’m pretty sure that contributed to the flair.

So, I’m sitting here, thanking my lucky stars it is good drugs day… slathering on the Tiger Balm (because it turns out that Voltaren Gel is bad for dogs and I can’t very well wash my hands after I put it on when my hands are what is screaming)… and considering if it was really worth it trying to get the stupid warts under control.

It was. I know it was.

But damn… there are times when I really believe that the cure is worse than the condition in a lot of cases.

I keep thinking things can’t possibly get worse. Eventually life has to start not sucking, right?

Counting down to Thanksgiving and hoping to maybe go to Denny’s… and Giant Eagle for some Turkey legs to smoke on the grill.

AprilJoy
11/16/2023

It’s all about the Timing

Is it a godwink?

Is it happenstance?

Is it the universe stepping in to… whatever?

This year there has been a lot about timing and how things end up happening when they are supposed to happen.

Today was a prime example…

I started laundry and bread before I left for work… so I was running behind. I stopped for coffee… so I was running behind. I stopped to take a picture of Tower City Center across the river… so I was running behind…

All of these behinds I was running meant I was at the lift bridge late and the parking lot late.

All of these “lates” means I got to see a ship heading down the Cuyahoga river that I had never seen before. The Northern Venture. And she is a beautiful ship…

Northern Venture

I, in all honesty, hate having to have start coming back into Cleveland twice a week. Fridays don’t suck nearly as bad as pretty much every other day. Even Mondays are uncomfortable (multiple people in the elevators gives me panic attacks… because… despite covid not being a thing any more I know dozens of people who have been having it recently.. and flu… and… and… and… and no one freaking cares). I can put in more productive hours at home than I can when I have to take the time to drive into town… especially when I am on call… and in 2025 I will “get” to work in the shiny new building where you can’t see either the river or the lake because it is half way in between the two.

But if I have to come into town, getting to see the boats (ships… freighters). The ships amaze me. The seagulls (this time of year… when the fish are (I think) spawning and getting chopped up by the ships…) remind me of a snow globe. The water… the water speaks to my soul.

If I had been on time… I might (key word might… since I don’t have a window any more) have gotten to see it from the sky (17th floor) but being late… just… wow.

AprilJoy…
11/13/2023

2023… the longest decade of my life…

I just realized that it has been a year since I’ve sat down and written (here, at least). I was reminded because my subscription just billed and I almost choked on the fact that it wasn’t supposed to and I wasn’t planning on it…

I realized what a horrendous year this year has been even compared to the last few. And I’ve decided I need to try to get a handle back on my life. Every time I threaten to do that, something happens and everything goes tits up and I have to struggle to dig myself out of depression again…. BUT… eventually it has to stop getting worse, right? Yeah… we will go with that.

In the last year I’ve gotten the city called on me multiple times because… well… because… and that all started when I put up my coexist flag and my rainbow flag… and my as above so below. Can’t tell me there isn’t a correlation there. I have had the city planner at my house multiple times. I have had the dog catcher at my house. I have had the APL at my house. I have had to take hopeless cases that I adopted (knowing they were hopeless cases but everyone deserves a home) to the crematorium. We had to have our big beautiful brindle boy put to sleep because the emergency vet told us that something happened to his spinal cord and he was not going to make it. We had to put Bear’s pug to sleep two weeks ago because the people who took him and put him in foster care put him in a place that added 25% of his body weight to a body that we knew had back problems and he went from being perfectly fine on Saturday at the vet’s office to not being able to walk and SCREAMING in pain (two emergency vet appointments and a regular vet appointment later… $$$$$). My vet said we could throw 10 to 15 thousand dollars at him if we were REALLY quick about it but the rate at which he was declining the money would be to make us feel better and he was still going to be suffering because mega doses of pain meds were doing nothing for him.

This year I have learned that I really don’t like people very much right now, I do love my dogs (that I finally got back after 3 months) and I really really really need to set boundaries better.

So, here I am… I gave up caring very much about myself (starting with Bear getting on hospice and right up until now)… I gained half the weight back that I lost. I need to stop giving up and starting getting my shit together.

So here I am. Accountability… getting my shit together.

I kind of wonder if there is anyone left around who cares. I kind of wonder a lot of things. But… right now… I’m willing to start trying again.

So… my today…

The front yard is raked to the tree lawn. My leaves are not on the street but all contained on the tree lawn.

Five doggoes are playing in the sunny back yard.

I’ve managed to screw up a loaf of bread in the bread machine… why are they not getting done in the middle???…

Last day of on call for like 4 weeks (yay).

Only three more days of in the office (oh yeah… had to start going back into the office twice a week because we all know that covid and the flu are totally not a thing any more and HR knows best) before Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving is liable to suck (oven doesn’t work… no turkey… maybe Denny’s this year… maybe Bob Evans… here’s hoping for a gift card to magically show up… ) and probably will for the foreseeable future.

But… right now I’m trying to remember that the world is listening and I live in a magical household… and so… 1. gratitude
a. coffee
b. dogs
c. a beautiful sunny day
2… in the words of Mr Rogers…

“There are three ways to ultimate success:
The first way is to be kind.
The second way is to be kind.
The third way is to be kind.”

SO…. Here I am… trying to fight my way back. Bupropion… Arava… Vitamin D…. and coffee… is there anyone out there that still cares?

AprilJoy
11/12/2023

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Considering October

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