Variations on a Theme

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I continue today with old A&J Sunday strips you won’t see anywhere but here, although I think maybe this particular strip has been shown before at I’m not sure. This one is from 1993 and was drawn shortly after the first meeting at the seashore between son Gene and Mary Lou. No one suspected, least of all myself, how momentous that little storyline would prove.

Arlo and Janis has a lot of followers in the upper Midwest. I want to remind you that the Kenosha Festival of Cartooning gets underway today in Wisconsin. You might want to check it out if you do, indeed, live in the area. In the past, I would have posted a link for you, but unless there is something specific I want to show you it’s so much easier for everyone if I simply encourage you to “Google it.” You know what to do. If you do make it to the festival, tell ’em Arlo and Janis sent you.

211 responses to “Variations on a Theme”

  1. Ghost, I *think* it’s Friday. I certainly hope so, as that means tomorrow is Saturday, and a friend of mine has her first book released then!

    On the subject of what to put on french fries, I rather like a mixture of sour cream and A1 Sauce. I am also learning to like mayonnaise and pepper. I’ve never tried tartar sauce, but I don’t see why it wouldn’t be good. As to ketchup, it depends on the brand. I like one that’s a bit on the sweet side, and not too acidic. And yes, malt vinegar is good, too. I understand that’s what the Brits put on fish and chips.

    Oh, and Ghost, for slightly spooky songs you really can’t beat this one:

  2. Yes, you definitely have posted this cartoon. It was ironic now, but I don’t think that they had gotten back together when you posted it on this site.

    I have done a similar thing in that I will write something and quickly realize that I either should not post it on social media or send it as an email. I think a lot of people need to stop an think before making a permanent statement that they will regret…

  3. French fies and malt vinegar, is there any other way? It is Friday here and Saturday on the otherside of the IDL. Did I mention malt vinegar and french fries? Yes it is Friday. Now what was the topic?

  4. Good morning Village, it is not quite noon here, so I can still say that. Husband is out building a bridge for infamous ditch but his saw seems to have stopped running somehow in last year since he used it. The cancer has kept him out of shop. We will see if he wears the helmet dust and fumes filter we bought him?

    Gardener is moving dirt and planting mums. Mom got breakfast.

    Sometimes a little is all you can hope for.

    I am out of insulin (bad Jackie! Bad!) and testing strips and my blood sugars ran so low yesterday I didn’t even miss the missing insulin but I will miss those strips! Diabetes is by-product of lupus. late in life pancreatic failure I suspect. I feel like an old car sometimes, just being patched together, like those cars down in Cuba from the 1950’s but still running out of necessity.

    In case no one has noticed, I am actually a pretty extreme feminist in that I believe women can and usually do what others may not be willing or able to do. So yes, I am a respecter of those who do hard physical labor, dirty jobs and even surgeons and nurses and techs, Lilyblack!

    Share this same opinion of men as well. Dirt, blood, sweat, mud, grime shows me how hard people work and care. This is no putdown of academics profs. It is a different kind of heavy lifting!

    If I ever offend anyone, please forgive me and tell me I hurt you.
    My real name is on every statement I make and always is. I will state the obvious, I am easy to find including a map to my house on internet but try e-mail first, I answer them!

    Love, Jackie Monies

  5. Short thought: I have had friends send out “inappropriate” political or sexist jokes to entire e-mail list. No one has sent me any photos of body parts, thank the Lord. I see celebrities tweeting and face booking and sharing stuff I would not care to view.

    This accidental sharing seems to be common. That is what internet moderators are on look out for, besides trolls and profanity.

    Worse I did was send an innocuous e-mail questionnaire to a world famous boat designer accidently who answered it politely and caused me to nearly faint from embarrassment that I had wasted his time. He is now one of my best friends and will be here in two weeks for my boat festival.

    But most accidental “stuff” doesn’t end well.

    Love, Jackie

  6. Debbe 😉 Because, you know, Friday.

    Sour cream and A1 Sauce, Jean? I’ll have to try that. The sour cream should nicely mellow out the rather overpowering flavor of the A1. One of my pet peeves is to see someone served a wonderfully favorable, beautifully seared, and perfectly cooked (medium-rare) steak and dump bottled steak sauce all over it. I use A1 and Heinz 57 for seasoning some dishes, but if a steak is good enough to eat at all, it should be good enough to eat without drowning it in an overly savory steak sauce. My theory is that most sauces were invented back in the day to cover the taste of half-spoiled foods.

    Jackie, as jaded and open-minded as I am, I cannot fathom some of the things some people put out on the InterWebNet about themselves.

  7. GR6-
    It took several years but I have finally, mostly, convinced my wife that a properly prepared steak need no sauce. She still uses it, even on the best steaks, but now just as an accent, not as a drench. I can only wonder about how bad were her steaks before we met that she felt she had to bury them in A1.

  8. Ghost, after reading your post, I phoned The Man In My Life (he doesn’t answer texts) and he says that steak sauces started to flavor meat that was cooked well-done and therefore tasteless. I learned a long time ago how restaurant chefs “save for well,” holding back skanky end cuts from sirloins etc. on the theory that people who order well-done have no taste anyway. He keeps Worcestershire sauce around for steak au poivre and ketchup for dinner guests, who, when they request it, receive it spooned onto a saucer.

  9. On steaks, in college I was on the intercollegiate national meat judging team for my ag school. I also got to lecture/judge for high school ag classes and have old dudes who taught it spit tobacco at my feet.

    I feel that steak sauces, even Béarnaise or other good ones, are NOT needed on a great steak. In fact, I won’t even eat bottled sauces on a bad steak. I just like steak rare and warm through.

    Husband is product of a 1950’s set of parents who ate steak sauce on everything I think.

    Ghost, I hope I have not offended you too much. I am hard to live with if you are easily embarrassed!

    Love, Jackie Monies

  10. Lily…left you a message on yesterday’s post….

    somebody, please remind me why I tolerate teenagers….deer season….told Dakota, better be there as there will be another deer season next year….and I was not endearing about it either……………………

  11. I love to melt two sticks of butter with A-1 sauce and pour it over white chicken meat and slowly simmer it for about an hour…..yum…..

    Husband has supper ready……it’s a surprise…just for me….later

    Hi, Jean………………………

  12. Was it the reference to “Spent Chicken,” Debbe? Otherwise I missed it.

    Heh, got in trouble for, get this, “smiling meanly” when I weighed in a weight-control patient who had gained seven pounds. Not near the trouble she got into when The Boss Of My Life got through with her, though 😛

  13. Lily, your priest is right to pray for you to learn compassion and forgiveness for sins.

    The medical profession is supposed to be compassionate, not vindictive. Those who eat too much and gain weight are to be understood as an illness/addiction as bad as those who starve themselves and exercise to excess to remain bone thin.

    Don’t throw any rocks and you won’t be in trouble so much.

    Sister Jacoba. Assistant and sponsor of St. Francis of Assisi.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  14. Jackie, I cannot imagine a circumstance in which you could offend me. And as for embarrassment, I literally don’t recall the last time something embarrassed me.

    Yeah, seasoning chicken is a lot different from beef, as chicken has little flavor of its own. A friend told me she ate at a steak house in AZ (Temp, I believe) where, if you order your steak well-done, they bring you an old cowboy boot on a platter.

    The best use I’ve found for Heinz 57 is to spread it over the cut side of large, firm halved ripe tomatoes; then sprinkle them with bread crumbs and grill until tender but not mushy.

  15. When I was younger and healthier, I preferred my steaks cooked rare! Today though, with all the medications I’m taking, I have to have it cooked through—not burned, mind you, simply cooked through. If the staff of a steakhouse is offended by that, I will take my business someplace else.

  16. I keep remembering the lady at the famous (read quacky) diet hypnosis clinic I used to go to in Houston. When she asked the now deceased Dr. Glover if she’d need breast surgery after she lost weight, he replied, “Either that honey or you can throw one over each shoulder and tie them in a bow in the back!”

    Sometimes doctors get away with great rudeness. After Mike’s lung removal I found out his surgeon was my favorite cardiologist’s ex-partner. Yes, I have more than one cardiologist!

    Mike said he hoped it wasn’t the one who won the $7 million suit!

    Anyway, he was bluntly rude and a surgical nurse at hospital said he had reputation as a rude, anal perfectionist.

    My favorite cardio-surgeon said when you need a good chest cracker, rude, anal perfectionist is what you want.

    Maybe not in a diet doctor however!

    Love, Jackie Monies

  17. Autoimmune diseases do not respond well to high red meat diets, causes an increase in inflammation for some reason. So, I cook a lot of fowl, lean pork, fish. My husband who loves red meats and beef says he did not climb out of the primeval slime to live on green veggies and ground up bark and chaff

    I have a hard time selling healthy! He gets around this now by eating hamburgers and red pasta sauces in town after he exercises. Since he was all skin and bones, I say fine, he’s eating!

    When we were way up north in Montana, Wyoming, even down in Nebraska in ranching country, we’d go into local restaurants in the towns we visited (not chains) and often there was ONLY beef on the menu, maybe potatoes. Not a vegetable nor poultry or fish to be had. Even I was a little stunned.

    “How do you want your steak, m’am? And will that be fried or baked potatoes?”

    Love, Jackie

  18. You don’t know our diet patients, Jackie. They want to lose weight but they don’t want to eat less and exercise. I have been offered bribes to put weight less than that on the scale on the chart. You have to be very firm with them. I hear that weight watchers has some techniques for shaming less than stellar performers, like making them hold a plastic pig during the meetings. I wouldn’t know. We used to have a woman who was a tad on the chubby side – maybe fifteen pounds overweight, tops – working here. The weight management patients used to asked for her to weigh them “and not one of those skinny nurses” (for my coworkers are as trim as I – or trimmer). She had quite a temper and would fuss at them if they said something like that to her. “What do you mean I’m the fat one?” 😀

  19. Jackie, as one diabetic to another, I hope you’ve gotten more insulin and strips. Now that I’m not a lab rat any more, and have gone back to nighttime Glargine only, my numbers have been, for the most part, much better.

    As far as fries go, I’ve read that in parts of Europe, Remoulade is very popular; in Belgium, they mix in curry powder. I haven’t tried it yet, but I’m planning to RSN. I do know, from personal experience that a simple remoulade goes well on grilled salmon, and I bet it would be great on a roast beef sandwich.

  20. Lily, Lily- you’ve got the wrong weight loss shaming group. Weight Watchers is very politically correct and decorous to their members. It is TOPS (Take Off Pounds Sensibly) that had the shaming Pig and the Piggy Song and I am not sure even they do that anymore. I had so many charm bracelet charms from TOPS that had I fallen in a swimming pool I would have been weighted down like a Mafia victim!

    And should you want Biblical faith and prayer with your weight loss, there are faith based groups, 12 Step Programs, any number of alternatives.

    As a young teenager I had life threatening asthma which resulted in a dramatic weight loss as I could not eat literally for coughing.
    About then I discovered that “If you don’t eat, you will be skinny and popular”. I have since then been a worse yoyo dieter than Oprah Winfrey, often on same diet as her and at same time and I don’t even watch her shows!

    Anorectics are to be pitied, just like those who are obese. It is all a food disorder no matter how you cut the steak/cake/pie/cookie/rice cake! Body obsessions go two ways in the fun house mirrors.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  21. Because I was out of the house most of the day, only now, after 8 pm, am I seeing today’s remarks. And what insightful posts they are, good to hear from Jackie and from Lily. Hard to top their wisdom on food, dieting, and humor!

    As for putting stuff on french fried potatoes, I seldom eat them now, BUT it seems unnecessary to put anything on, at all. The frying makes them yummy and pretty fattening, too; adding sugary ketchup or fatty tartar sauce, or sour cream, is adding more calories.

  22. Yeah, I was gonna say, Weight Watchers is into peer support and positive re-enforcement. It’s hard for me to believe any serious weight-loss program would use shamming methods. To me, far too many commercial diet plans seem to be based on magical thinking.

  23. Thanks, Charlotte 😀

    Jackie, our weight loss program patients have tried all sorts of things. I hear their tales of woe often enough. For now they are happy enough to come in and get praised or fussed at by our friendly staff 😛 We have some great success stories, too. Just too many whiners “I can’t lose weight no matter what!” Yeah, you can. I have heard often enough from The Boss Of My Life: “A pound of fat is 3200 Kcalories. If you eat 100 Kcalories less than you usually do per day, you will lose a pound a month.” and I helpfully add, after she has left the room, “You should hear her when I get below weight. It’s worse. And you can still eat what you do per day and walk three miles a day, you will lose three pounds a month!” They stop their cars when they see me running. “Can I run along with you?” “Sure, come ahead.” But they never do 🙁

  24. Interesting article, Loon, but at first blush it just strikes me as a combination positive-thinking/placebo effect. If I had “lucky” t-shirt, I don’t think wearing it when I step on the scale would make me weigh less.

    Munchkin, how often do your weight-loss patients weigh in?

  25. Personal research has revealed that the quality of French fries varies a lot. Using some kind of sauce – be it ketchup or melted chocolate – covers a multitude of those variances. Agreed, though, decent fries with a little salt can stand on their own.

    Another sauce – for lack of a better word – I enjoy is chunky blue cheese salad dressing on potato salad in place of the more usual mayo (or similar). It does have to be quality dressing and not the more dilute stuff; the chunks are a bonus. It ought not surprise anyone that I buy Danish blue by the 6 or 7 pound wheel from a firm in Ohio. Even with considerable shipping/packing charges it’s a lot cheaper than what I have to pay in a grocery. If I can find an excuse to buy more stuff simultaneously, the shipping/packing charges are more spread out over the larger order and the goods become cheaper.

  26. Okay, I was nodding off, adn my foster parents told me I have to go to bed. So I am sitting here in my nightie while they turn my bedclothes down. Neeshka seems okay with it all. Good night and I will talk to you all tomoorow. Zzz

  27. Woke up again. I have odd sleeping disorders too, to go with the assorted autoimmune diseases!

    Lily, I just don’t think the medical profession is quite your call from God! You are sorely pained by your patients and not empathetic at all. Ghost is right, Weight Watchers does offer positive support and understanding. I say this not because I own stock since I failed to buy that Mississippi-Alabama franchise back when I could!

    I know you keep saying your boss is a surgeon, so are you all doing banding or bypass surgery for the obese? I ask because a friend of mine in Houston sort of invented that particular franchise and kept an entire smaller hospital financially solvent by bringing in literally thousands of desperate obese patients that he operated on there from all over world.

    When my daughter became anorexic and lost down to size 0 and we were buying children’s clothes and I could make a skirt for her from 1/2 a yard of fabric, a wonderful compassionate psychologist in Houston saved her life, got her to quit exercising hours per day and measuring her food intake by teaspoons.

    Food disorders are serious issues and so are human souls. The outer shell is just what is holding it together.

    Love, Jackie

  28. Back to food sauces, serious chowing time. I like some of the new dipping sauces they serve now with things like fried green beans. Had a good one the other day which seemed to be a horseradish mix more like a salad dressing mixture. I bet I would like the blue cheese one because it is impossible to have too much blue bacterial growth probably. I love Canadian cheeses as they don’t seem to pasteurize them to death like we do.

    Gorgonzola is fantastic and I would probably eat cardboard dipped in a sauce/dressing of that.

    I know other people remember the 1950’s and 60’s when all you got for salad in a steakhouse was iceberg lettuce wedge with some blue cheese thrown on top. I actually had a good one the other day, even lettuce was good, it was worth it for the excess of blue cheese, bacon and then they finished it with an awesome blue cheese dressing over all that!

    Sorry Lily, you will get fat reading this!

    Love, Jackie Monies

  29. Ghost, if you had a “lucky” t-shirt you could wear it under your shirt/suit like Superman and save the effects of its’ magic for something more fun than stepping on a scale! I bet Arlo would wear one too.

    Love, Jackie

  30. sideburns, it MUST be good for us then! We can consider all that blue cheese medicinal and therapeutic. And yes, I got my insulin picked up. I have great endo doc now from Mayo Clinic but now practicing in Tulsa, so I have to watch the dramatic dropping now and look like a pin cushion or a drug user I think. Medicare people think I must be dealing in test strips and don’t like it.

    How many cheese heads read A and J? I bet Arlo loves cheese. I know they were eating goat cheese back in August and it was dripping off the toast points!

    A triple crème blue veined molded French cheese is my idea of divine decadence.

    Love, Jackie

  31. Part of my security system involves a motion sensor. I must deactivate it from inside my bedroom before venturing out in the morning. Guess what I forgot to do? I am wide awake now. Won’t be doing THAT again.

  32. You did show it once before. It touches something in those of us who are official geezers (80) so you can run that one as many times as you feel appropriate.

  33. Good morning, all. Jackie, I love most of my patients, but weight control patients are like drug addicts, they try and get close to you to take advantage. Role reversal, bullying, and Munchhausen-like behavior are routine. You have to be very firm with them. I get humor out of them as I try to out of all my patients. Gallows-humor is very common among health-care professionals from nurses-aides all the way up to professors. Medical humor is full of derogatory terms for annoying patients: trolls, gomers, etc. I know that patients expect us to be Nurse Cherry Ames and get all involved with our patients, but people who do that don’t last. They burn out. Clinical detachment and a sense of humor are essential. With really sick people you just shut up and work, but 99% of our patients just aren’t that sick.

  34. It really doesn’t surprise me that those who most need to lose weight but can’t/won’t want a magic pill so they won’t have to eat properly or exercise. For the most part these days our society is one that wants instant gratification instead of having to work for something, no matter how worth it the end result.

    I have found that if one must have a sauce for a steak the best one is a small pat of good herb butter. Make your own with good, unsalted butter and fresh herbs of your choice. Mine is parsley and tarragon on a medium-rare steak.

    Indy Mindy, my alarm is also motion sensor-something moves, my dog barks at it. 🙂

  35. As a transcriptionist, I’ve overheard a lot of horrible and rude things said by physicians about their patients. I’m sure if most patients knew how they spoke about them, they would find a new doctor. While someone like Dr. Welby is difficult to find, there are physicians who have a least a shred of compassion for their patients and realize that everyone has some kind of problem, whether it be obesity or even a sharp tongue, that they need to learn to control.

  36. Actually, Jackie, I sometimes get lucky without wearing a t-shirt at all. 😉 Speaking of sauces, how do you feel about Jezebel Sauce?

    Ummm. Herb butter.

    Lady Mindy, it’s hell to start out your day by having to take an IQ test in the form of an alarm system to deactivate, isn’t it? Especially when, if one is like me, one apparently loses about 40 IQ points while sleeping which take anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes to regain after awakening.

    Debbe 🙂 I know of some knuckleheads around here that basically abandon their wives and kids and go live in the woods for the duration of deer season each year. (As you can probably guess, I have a very low opinion of knuckleheads who abandon their wives and kids for any reason within their control.) Although not philosophically opposed to it, I don’t deer hunt myself. Nor am I philosophically opposed to being gifted with good venison sausage. 🙂

    I hope everyone has a splendiferous day and weekend.

  37. I have a motion sensor who weighs about 10# and sleeps against my back. He barks/thinks like a Rottweiler. Anything awry and he commences then runs and stands on mommy to either get a better view of intruder or protect me?

    Long ago in Houston when we had motion sensors on my gift shop/flower shop/candy shop I would get calls at 2 a.m. from police to come down. So, one trip I got there, entire swat team there and the “intruder” was in the kitchen, they could see him moving around and head bobbing.

    We unlock doors, officer goes in and kicks open half door in kitchen ready to blast suspect. Suspect came out with officer, a partially deflated helium “It’s A Girl” balloon that driver had put in kitchen after couldn’t find recipient. Big no no!

    Humor is how you perceive it.

    Lily, I truly understand the mentality of both anorexic and obese patients. My mother in law hid food in clothes drawers, ate full measured meals prepared by me and then filled back seat of her Cadillac with wrappers from fast food drive thru.

    I have been anorexic off and on my entire life, coupled with obese, back and forth. Knowing, understanding and being compliant do not go hand in glove!! Sorry, we are all humans, flawed as it were.

    Actually, my Houston surgeon friend was pre-banding. He did development of bypass surgery, real surgery and his patients were world wide, flew in to Houston. The floors he filled with patients we used to say looked like ghostly draped beached whales. Florists have graveyard humor too!

    Gotta go do a grocery run. Husband is off to walk his two miles, I just gave him bad news that wellness center doesn’t have hot water until Tuesday but is open. He said “Thrills” at cold showers.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  38. Bonnie, thank you! I drive 90 miles to my gp for that reason (not convenient) and 130 each way to my specialists. When I worked in hospital (horrible teaching center of horrible circumstances) it was compassion they never taught!

    Love, Jackie

  39. sideburns I actually had a really good goats milk yogurt cheese that was low fat and healthy bought on cross country tour last month. Unfortunately it was Amish and I will never see another!

    Don’t those happy California cows have goat friends? I remember picking up good cheese wandering around your state.
    Or do I have you in wrong state?

    Love, Jackie

  40. Ghost, I have been called Jezebel more than once and have not had any sauce like that since New Orleans probably. I do remember it, so it must have been good. I will google recipe!

    Love, Jackie

  41. Jackie, better yet, I will post my sister’s recipe for Jezebel Sauce. She used to make it often, and it was quite good.

    Just as soon as I get back from the “Sounds-like-Woes” store. The florescent light tube over my kitchen sink just gave up the ghost, so to speak.

  42. “. . . from nurses-aides all the way up to professors.” Profs at the top of the list! Right on! In a teaching hospital, of course, most profs are likely MDs. Most of you probably know of this degree sequence; perhaps I’ve posted it before.

    BS: Everyone knows what that stands for.
    MS. More of the Same.
    Ph.D. Piled higher and Deeper.
    MD: Much Deeper.

    My problem when I volunteer at the local hosp. is former students and others who call me “Dr. [emb].” I urge them not to in the hospital. About all I can sometimes cure is inflated ego’s and misuser’s of apostrophe’s.

    That OF blow was pretty good, but it’s a grey rainy day out there, and the eruption was largely obscured in its own fog. [Good apostrophe lesson in previous sentence.] About 10 onlookers, raingear, umbrellas. Peace, emb

  43. i live across the street from a grocery store. at one time they installed an alarm with an external loudspeaker. loud robocop type voice repeating endlessly that police had been called. went off about 2am and still going in at 3. i looked up the owners phone number and called it. woke his wife. told her if i couldnt sleep neither could he. alarm was shut off in 15 minutes.

  44. Well, shockingly my local grocer had gorgonzola from Statesboro, GA cows and I bought some to support a small cheese factory and to encourage them to carry stuff like that. The cow on the cheese was cute too! And heavy blue veining in the cheese, so hopeful?

    Found another hopeful block with mango and chile pepper added to an artisan white cheddar, so cheeses looking up. Produce department looking good too. Produce manager transplanted here from California.

    Normally I grow every kind of lettuce I can buy seed for from seed internet services, plus miscellaneous stuff like oriental greens, European greens. Then I found out my mama only eats iceberg lettuce!

    Off to look for hostas.

    Love, Jackie

  45. I am sure I have mentioned I live in a town of about 3000 on a lake that only has much business during summer months when the city people come out to their camps/trailers for the weekends.
    It is a hard town to be in business in, so I try to give them every $$ I can and refuse to shop in Tulsa or at chain stores , thank them for their services and when they sell me stuff, introduce myself to their employees.

    Having said that, I am going to see if “Woes” wants to pay me to haul some more of their unsold plants away, as a nursery no longer exists here.

    Love, Jackie

  46. Finally back from “Sounds-like-Woes” and “Sounds-like-Ogre” stores after battling my way through traffic dominated by what seemed to be maniacal ‘toon cars; TV tuned to Aggies/Hogs game; and hunting my sister’s self-published cookbook for the Jezebel Sauce recipe.

    Freshly ground black pepper is one of my secret ingredients in many dishes. Balsamic vinaigrette over a simple salad of torn Romaine leaves, red grapes, coarsely chopped walnuts and crumbled blue cheese ain’t too shabby either.

  47. Okay, trying again:

    are having guests for dinner, so The Man In My LIfe and I have been working all yesterday and today, shopping, chopping, mincing, tearing, marinating, and roasting. My poor apron is all stained and soggy, and I have sharpened my chef knife three times. But, finally, the roast is ready to go in, the pork tenderloins are likewise, the salads are tossed and ready to be plated, the potatoes and the onions set to go, and the dessert is all mixed. We are taking a breather and a refreshing cuppa. He is reading in a cookbook and making notes, and I am typing away. I hope everybody else has a great Saturday night.

  48. Ugh! The only fruit I what in my vegetable salads is tomato. Then again, I am not like you guys; I am not a foodie/frustrated amateur chef/gourmand. I can cook, and quite well if I try, but I have little to no patience for cooking. During my family’s annual cookie baking marathon/sweat shop cookie factory, I make one variety of cookie, and I annoy everyone in the process. I dump in the ingredients in the order I choose, and stir. Everyone else is “whisking,” “folding,” “cutting,” or “stretching.” I point out my “dump it all in and stir” process has never ruined a chocolate chip cookie. If a recipe is so fussy it can’t handle my mixing, someone else is making it. This method also frees me up for critical tasks like icing, freeing up bakeware, and “quality control.”

    Would you believe I STILL lost to the appliances at work today?!

  49. Bonne appétit, Munchkin! Sounds wonderful.

    Ghost’s Sister’s Recipe for Jezebel Sauce

    1 (10-oz) jar apple jelly
    1 (10-oz) jar pineapple jam
    1 (5-oz) jar prepared horseradish
    ¼ cup dry English blend mustard
    1 tsp dried crushed red pepper or coarsely ground black pepper

    Process all ingredients in a food processor until smoothly blended. Store in covered glass container under refrigeration for up to 3 weeks. Best if given a minimum of 4 hours before serving to allow flavor to fully develop. Yields approximately 2 ½ cups.

    May be used as a garnish for pork, chicken and boiled shrimp, or as a dip for chicken nuggets. To use as a glaze for grilled pork or chicken, brush on meat during last 3 minutes of cooking. To serve as an appetizer, bring sauce to room temperature; pour over softened cream cheese; and spread on your favorite crackers.

  50. Yay, quality control! Uh, that does mean “tasting”, doesn’t it?

    That’s OK, Lady Mindy. “Speed cooking” can work, too. I am, however, beginning to wonder why appliances and electronic devices seem to hate you. 🙂

  51. Ghost – I am convinced if I had enough time, I could somehow accidently destroy the universe. I think the electronics and appliances are just barriers against total chaos. I am just about convinced I carry an electrical charge of some kind, and occasionally, some how, interfere with the current and/or circuits.

    And yes, quality control is a yummy job, and I am willing to do it. 🙂

  52. As I was adding my sister’s Jezebel Sauce to my recipe collection, I came across a recipe for Comeback Sauce. Since, as far as I can tell, it’s a regional thing, I felt some here might be interested. If you are ever passing through Hattiesburg MS, you should (as I usually do) stop in at the Crescent City Grill. This is their recipe.

    As Chef/Owner Robert St. John says, “This is the ultimate Mississippi condiment, invented in the Greek restaurants of Jackson, Mississippi. At the restaurant [CCG], we receive more comments on Comeback dressing than any other. People love it. It is versatile, and it is good. Use as a salad dressing, or as a fried-seafood condiment. I enjoy dipping crackers into it. [My wife] likes it on burgers, and there is absolutely no other condiment that should be served with onion rings.”

    Or by extension, I suppose, with French fries. And yes, there is a long tradition of Greek restaurants in Jackson, MS. Remember Chef Cat Cora on The Food Network?

    Crescent City Grill’s Comeback Sauce

    1 cup Mayonnaise
    1/2 cup Ketchup
    1/2 cup Chili Sauce
    1/2 cup Cottonseed Oil
    1/2 cup Yellow Onion, grated
    3 Tbsp Lemon Juice
    2 Tbsp Garlic, minced
    1 Tbsp Paprika
    1 Tbsp Water
    1 Tbsp Worcestershire
    1 tsp Pepper
    1/2 tsp Dry Mustard
    1 tsp Salt

    Combine all ingredients in a food processor and mix well. Yield: 3 1/2 cups

  53. So, Lady Mindy, the universe will end either due to something you accidentally do, or when it reaches a state of maximum entropy. No offense, but I’m rooting for entropy…it will take longer. 🙂

  54. If you believe the climate changers, endothermic enthaply is going to bake us all in the near future. Given Ghost’s recipes, we should be stuffed before we get baked. 😉

  55. c x-p: Right, I made sure to put in them wherever possible, just to make the point. The model “its vs. it’s” sentencing following was a happy accident.

    Not that I have never misplaced an apostrophe, even here. As you know, the two things a teacher must learn to say willingly are “I was wrong” and “I don’t know.”

  56. BRIAN WILLIAMS (NBC NEWS) “Yesterday’s coordinated marches calling attention to climate change drew some huge crowds in big cities, that includes an estimated 400,000-plus here in New York and while there were nay-sayers pointing to the mountains of trash left behind and the carbon footprint of the traffic jams that were caused by the march, it was a big coordinated statement nonetheless and the events and awareness campaign continued today.”

    Plus the carbon footprint of the vehicles used to transport them all there. Exacerbating a problem in the process of “calling attention to it” strikes me as fairly ridiculous. I suppose that to some people, the ends justify the means, but perhaps they should give some thought to holding their next “big coordinated statement” in China or India.

  57. Loon favors Tiananmen Square. It can handle large gatherings and has weather perfect for a climate change protest. Not to mention getting there from the Beijing Airport is a logistic feat everyone should try one time. As an afternote, the police are well armed and capable of effective crowd control.

    Second place goes to Hong Kong, they seem to be favoured by protestors of late.

  58. Not sure if the tears streaming from my eye(s) is from coughing or laughing at you all, I did both!

    Haven’t tried Ghost’s sisters Jezebel Sauce but that is the one I remembered from the south, the hot sweetness on cream cheese or shrimp, which of course is just a base to hold the sauce. Once there was a commercial jarred version by another name but I think it is no longer sold? Tiger Sauce or something similar?

    Got about 130 plus or minus hostas and thrown out of the garden center so they could let clerk go home and lock down. Garden manager did invite me back to discuss roses and dogwoods in case I would like to take them home too.

    There are literally millions of persimmon fruits on all the trees along the lake side bridges, loaded. I know possums eat them or so I am told. What other animals/birds? It is officially Indian Summer here now.

  59. Don’t know about a commercial version of Jezebel Sauce, Jackie, but Tiger Sauce is something different and is still available. In fact, I have a bottle in my refrigerator now. It’s used as an ingredient in a Cajun recipe for Red Beans and Sausage which as I recall I got from Chef John Folse’s “The Encyclopedia of Cajun and Creole Cuisine”…which seems to weigh 20 pounds or more. Tiger Sauce is used in some Asian wok dishes as well.

  60. Ghost, you are right, of course. That is Tiger Sauce and you can tell I have been in OK too long. That used to be a regular condiment in our fridge and pantry. I do not know who made the commercial sauce but I do remember it and not name.

    So, who among our Indiana group has been to the persimmon festival in Mitchell, IN or knows how to make wild persimmon pudding with fresh whipped cream?

    My Indiana aunt makes persimmon cookies because for some reason she got persimmons in LA to take home with her? Maybe easier pickings?

    White tail deer relish persimmons which might explain some of the dead deer on highway by lake which I thought was water need.

    Love, Jackie

  61. I learned to make the dessert we had this evening, Bosc pears (from our back yard) stewed in red wine sauce. Yummy! We had a great dinner and now I am supposed to join the group in the Sunroom. See you all later!

  62. Thanks for the sources on Jezebel Sauce! I am going to make Ghosts sister’s recipe if I live past mid October!

    The really funny thing is that the source listed on the OKC product used to be a good account of ours, it’s an upscale florist and gift shop, trendy, trendy and nice. Anyway, therein may lie the answer, I did spend over 25 years in the wholesale and gift market, going to permanent markets, temporary markets, florists’ markets and shows. These are the exact kind of markets gourmet product entrepreneurs show in, and I worked all the southern states and as far west as Arizona, north to Kansas, so I’d get lots of regional exposure.

    And Mike of course was in wine and gourmet market for years and years before he got into my personal insane market. So, lots of chances to have run into these. I suspect I have been in most places prior to last few years that can pass as a gourmet shoppe!

    “No danger, I ain’t goin’ done that road agin! Too old and too tired. ” I will be lucky to make some for myself.

    Love, Jackie

  63. I’ve been in Gainesville and I apologize but you’ve all been very talkative. I’m afraid that I won’t have the time to catch up but I wanted to say to Trucker that henways are not well made and they all break eventually.

  64. Jezebel Sauce from The Bell Buckle Company Store, eh? I researched that, for reasons that will be apparent in a moment, and found that it operates from an address outside of Chapel Hill TN. Just west of that location is the small town of Bell Buckle, which is “just a little piece up the road” from Wartrace (as they would say there).

    I have two cousins who live in that area, and when I last visited them about this time two years ago, we had a wonderful country-style meal at the Bell Buckle Cafe on a Friday evening. As we were waiting outside for a table, an elderly lady was leaving with her son. As moms are wont to do, she was paying more attention to him making it safely down two rather tall concrete steps to the sidewalk than she was watching out for her own footing. Sure enough, she tripped and sailed forward off the top step.

    I am so attuned to guarding against my own Mom falling, as well as watching out for my dearest friend who has some serious physical impairments, that I had automatically been watching the lady closely, and as she fell, I took two steps forward and caught her in my arms, saving her from doing a full face-plant on the sidewalk, as well as probably breaking up like kindling wood. I sat her gently on her feet, ascertained that she was OK, and looked up to find my cousins and everyone else out front staring at me with mouths wide open, in dead silence. So of course I had to take a small bow and say, “For our next trick…”

    As you say, Jackie, or at least implied, it’s a small world.

  65. emb: this time of year, the only times we venture into the Sunroom is after the sun gets behind the trees. But it is still here 24/7/365. It is as unchanging as the Northern Star, except for temperature. But it is still the most beautiful room in the house with its brick floor, whitewashed walls, cedar post columns, and beaded board ceiling. And:

    Climate change, forsooth. As Donald Trump would say, it’s called “weather” 😛

  66. Good for you, Ghost! How many people get a chance like that, to be a hero, and can’t follow through. But you knew just what to do, and you did it! I can picture the scene. No wonder everyone was so impressed.

    Dear Lilyblack, your sunporch sounds marvellous, and no wonder it’s hot, in your climate.

  67. GR6: I’ve had a couple of moments like that where I’ve stepped in while everyone else was too stunned or otherwise emotional to react in time. Two certainly would have drowned without me, the others were saved unnecessary harm or pain. I hope to continue to be able to step in when needed despite my current infirmities.

  68. TR, in cases such as that, it’s the thought that counts, or I should say the forethought. If you get behind the curve, you won’t likely catch up in time. I seem to be blessed with a panic mode that is pretty much non-operative. As an example, there have been some episodes when I was flying I’d have to classify as “hairy”. But I can honestly say that none of them ever affected me adversely while I was dealing with them.

    Which is not to say I didn’t sometimes get a good old-fashioned case of the shakes afterwards. 🙂

  69. Post-emergency shakes? Oh, yeah! At the hospital where I’m a volunteer chaplain we always go through a thorough debriefing after the memorable incidents, and that helps a lot. it especially helps us avoid inaccurate self-blame when things have gone sideways and seems to help keep the staff out of PTSD territory.

  70. Thanks, TR, for the hearty laugh this morning; I shared the banner video with my husband and he had a good chuckle too. And GR, on behalf of that elderly lady, I applaud your quick reaction to what could have been the end of her life as she knew it. Unfortunately, a bad fall for a fragile elderly person is often the beginning of the end, as we all know. There are so many good folks on here, and I missed you all when the site was down. After SS and church this morning I am off on a quick trip to see my eight wonderful grandchildren, ages 10 years to two months! Happy Sunday to you all!

  71. The aftermath of being in mortal danger can do some strange things to one.

    Enjoy your visit, Carol, and give your grandkids an extra hug from us in the Village.

    Debbe 😉 You good, hon?

  72. Husband says he would not live in my mind for 5 minutes. Even my nightmares are funny and strange——

    Right in the middle of one (I blame the Village for this one) we are all dressed in black tie formal clothes like Downton Abbey having a multicourse elaborate meal served formally with tons of silverware and china and glasses and wine. My son in law however showed up in a sweat suit?

    Wait staff starts to pile on the courses like a miniature Swedish buffet in front of diners (food wasn’t all that good or well plated either) and the other half of table is occupied by elegant French nobility who break out into perfect and eloquent French (I didn’t know I could dream French dialogue?) Led by an older Countess?

    I knock over a huge wine glass of expensive red wine all over entire table and a river is heading for Countess, everyone is throwing the white napkins onto the table and red wine and this horrific howling begins under the table——-

    You guessed it, the 10# dog’s motion sensor was going off and he set off the two 60# sensors out in the breezeway!

    Lily, you should have been there to translate for us! The French were very talkative there at the end but I could follow the broken English and gestures.

    By the way, you all should do a pear gallette (not sure my written French is any better) Bosc pears hold up really well in one and make pretty patterns in swirls around pastry.

    Love, Jackie

  73. Debbe. I am worried about you AND the chickens and the eggs, whichever comes first?

    I had a hard time going back to sleep last night after the dog alarm and I almost came in office to see if you had checked in.

    Mindy, one of my workers part-time works down the road as a convenience store clerk, has done this all over country, a big and sweet guy, works late shifts. We were laughing about convenience stores and the horrors. You have to laugh or cry.

    We had a lovely picnic of fried chicken and cold spiral ham, etc. with my mama, my stone mason, my part time gardener, my part time mason’s helper and my next door neighbor who lives in trailer next door. Wonderful lady, used to own television stations and radio stations down in Texas, a trucking company. People’s stations in life change as we should all know.

    I suspect we would have scared some people off by our appearances! And wardrobes! And backgrounds!

    Love, Jackie

  74. EMB I cheated and read the comments. It is Greg Evans and his daughter Karen who co-writes the strip but doesn’t draw it. Greg is Luann’s creator and artist.

    He is 65 now and very youthful looking, I would say. Strip is one of most popular still although it took a long time to grow on me!

    Love, Jackie

  75. Jackie, I wish I did remember more of my dreams these days, but while I know I dream, by the time I’m awake enough to get out of bed the dreams are gone. ah well…

    I do still remember a part of one I had while in college, I suppose because it was so strange. Whatever the first part was is gone, but at the end of the dream all action froze like the end of a tv show and credits started to roll up over the picture. And, if that isn’t strange enough, they were in Russian. Now I don’t speak Russian, but I do recognize the alphabet. I have always wondered what that meant, but haven’t found anyone willing to analyze my dream for me.

  76. Jackie, I would have loved to translate. When we were on the canal barge I sometimes had to translate two different conversations at once as well as talk to the waiter, though he spke quite good French, He was a tease, though , and loved to drop comments bout my not eating as much as he and the staff thought I should.

    Finished with my wind sprints for the week, hurrah, and am sitting in the choir rehearsal room singing the soprano parts for the basses to get their syncopated part right. Fun!

  77. Jackie: ‘Right in the middle of one (I blame the Village for this one) we are all dressed in black tie formal clothes like Downton Abbey having a multicourse elaborate meal served formally with tons of silverware and china and glasses and wine. My son in law however showed up in a sweat suit?’

    Sorry I couldn’t make it to that shindig. I don’t do jackets and ties in general, much less formal attire.

  78. Jean, one of the sailing/boating events my husband does is a 300 mile endurance race from Tampa to Key West, Florida in very, very minimal boats or canoes, kayaks. All of these guys end up sleep deprived and hallucinating. Some of the stories are so wild because they are like dreams and usually they remember them.

    One of the racers is nicknamed Crazy Russian for obvious reasons and I always laughed at his story of the entire Ukrainian national choir singing Russian hymns and Christmas music backed by a sky of angels. I do think it funny we should dream in languages we do not speak. He did speak Russian.

    Back to work, my housekeeper is working overtime with me to clear out all the boxes and piles of assorted junk out of sunroom/laundry so we can walk through and use the room!

    Love, Jackie

  79. Heh, the laundry room here is all full of bottles and boxes of weird smelling stuff I have no idea the use of. I only venture into there to find clothes that the housekeeper hasn’t ironed yet that I want to wear. It’s in part of the house that was added onto and has a painted over window that looks (or would look) out onto the sun room, where it is covered over by a picture. Every once in a while I threaten to open it, but I get threatened right back

  80. When Mike got lung cancer we stripped down the house to bare walls and packed up books, paintings, all knick knacks and extraneous belongings. I also got the entire contents of my mother in laws apartment and several hospital/nursing home contents to shove somewhere when she passed away.

    Since Mike did not even get out of a hospital until July 4, not much has gotten done here toward going through this stuff. It was almost impossible to get through sunroom to reach the laundry.

    My housekeeper is the worse laundress in the world! She said at the convent she worked in the laundry for several years but I don’t think they let her launder or iron the habits! I think she got to boil the linens and poke them with a big stick.

    I did say I have a disabled ex-nun who works for me I guess? She left her order and became a nurse but then became disabled, so cannot nurse. She often regrets leaving her order I think.

    Love, Jackie

  81. Interesting, Jackie, as I have often considered becoming a nun myself. Our housekeeper has two sons in college so she works here to pay their bills. She is a great ironer and launderer but I have never figured out her attitude towards me, as she fusses at me like my mother (“Susan Schroeder, the way you keep your room is a disgrace. Why do you think I put those freshly-ironed sheets on your bed? This is the second time I have found then stuffed into the closet.”)but never says boo to The Boss Of My Life. Of course, few people do 😀

  82. Bonnie was in a teaching order and wanted to become a nurse, which she did. She also wanted to marry and have a family (not while she was in the order of course!) She became an RN and did marry but her husband tried to beat her to death, leaving her unable to nurse after a year in a coma. She was working for me when he was released from prison which sort of gave me pause, as he had sworn to finish killing her.

    I either run a half way house here for the disabled and unemployable and those trying to stay sober or a really bad insane asylum according to my daughters. They subscribe to the theory that employees should not personally love you or be your best friend.

    I doubt your housekeeper considers your “boss” her best friend.

    Is she yours?

    Love, Jackie Monies

  83. Reread Lily’s post about not knowing what to do with stuff in laundry room. I remember that cartoon from prof about Greek laundress who learned why you separate reds from whites.

    Lily, everyone should learn to do laundry correctly and iron, male or female. It is a life skill, like learning basic cooking and how to clean a house. If you never use it, then so much the better, but take opportunity to learn it from someone excellent at it.

    You may be a princess with an endowed kingdom but things are known to change and all the Cinderella fairy tales don’t end well.

    In the fairy tales they often say “get yee to a convent, woman!”
    But that isn’t a sure thing either. It is protective still but it isn’t a fairy tale.

    Love, Jackie

  84. WOW! That Kenosha Festival of Cartooning is a serious, serious festival with major talent on their schedules and exhibits.

    I like Kenosha area but this is NOT a good time for me to go there. Wish I could, I’d rather go to that than a ComicCon.

    Love, Jackie

  85. Jackie, I don’t think that Karen considers either one of us her best friend. She is a long time patient of The Boss Of My Life and one of the perks of being our housekeeper is she gets free medical care. But I don’t think many people are best friends with their doctor or their boss. Except for me! 😀

    As for laundry, if any catastrophe happens, there is always the cleaners up the street. Before I came to live here I lived on wash and wear, going to the laundromat once a month and not bothering with anything but detergent. Use all those weird chemicals? Who would teach me how?

    The Boss Of My Life doesn’t hire anybody but healthy women. Less time taken off, less whining, she says. She got her fill of that with our late billing clerk and her Hepatitis C, rest her soul.

  86. Have to smile at the laundry discussion. Although I’m a longtime wife and mother and have washed tons of clothes, I’ve never used anything but detergent. Must admit that our town is fortunate to have lovely soft water; it comes from a lake. Some of the Villagers probably have really hard water and have to use stuff to improve it.

  87. The Greg Evans video was interesting, David. He DOES wear plaid shirts like Gunther in the strip! That was a joke on the comments on today’s strip where he and daughter appeared to wish Luann happy birthday, did Gunther sew his shirts?

    I have often wondered if JJ dresses like Arlo? I bet he does.

    I sincerely would love to go to the comics festival in Kenosha, WI after reading about it. The museum exhibits sound fantastic, I looked at some of photos they had posted on their website. We usually go up there in general vicinity at least once a year for the better than Oklahoma weather and often for fall foliage. Plus we love states around the Great Lakes area and central northern area.

    When we lived in Houston, there was always one day in the fall designated “open your windows and turn off the a/c” day and one in the spring also. You learn to appreciate other states’ climate!

    Love, Jackie Monies

  88. Somehow just read our own A and J Sunday strip! The Fantasia tribute is fantastic!

    Good night all. Debbe and Mindy, let us know you guys are OK.

    Love, Jackie

  89. Ref the Sunday “Sorcerer’s Apprentice” cartoon did anyone notice their clothing color flip? Arlo most always wears red and blue and Janis the earth tones. Today they are reversed. If Jimmy still colors the Sunday cartoon, I wonder if he may not be poking a little fun at the colorists who do the daily strips.

    Of course, what I really wonder is why we haven’t seen Janis wearing the little yellow two-piece outfit in the first action panel. 😉

  90. Only Ghost would have noticed that tiny detail! I thought you were talking about thinking the earth tones belonged to Arlo and I was going to say, “No they are ALL Janis’ clothes” when I went and relooked and of course, you are right.

    I have a boating internet friend who has a signature that says in quotes and attributed, “But of course, _______is right.”

    We need one and fill in the blank with Ghost’s name!

    Thought this was a GREAT homage myself and well done, JJ.

    How are you doing, Ghost? How is your mama? I think of you and your mama every time I get up and cook breakfast for mine. I usually eat two pieces of untoasted whole wheat multigrain bread and a Diet Coke or unsweetened tea. Cold tea.

    Mama gets a full breakfast, coffee, juice, fresh fruit, sausage or bacon, eggs, biscuits or toast. Takes her about an hour to eat it and she keeps asking if we aren’t eating it too, every day

    Sometimes I will eat some of it to keep her company but usually I use the time to take all my meds.

    The reason I think of you is I bet you would do the same for your mama!!!

    Love, Jackie Monies

  91. I want to say that I think it is great that Jackie and Ghost take such good care of their mothers. Cause, mea culpa, if mine got sick, I would send a card and take another drink. I am a bad person, but I know better than to torture myself. Life is too short. 😛

  92. You know what, Lily? You are torturing yourself, probably not consciously, but you are.

    Mine has never been anything but a tortured relationship and I still love her. I always knew I would take care of her, whether she took care of me or not. She tried to in a twisted way and that is OK.

    Wish I had a Hallmark card memory book but you go with what you have. I always just say “I don’t remember” mostly.

    Love, Jackie

  93. Heh, Jackie, maybe yours tried to but mine, didn’t. I was in the hospital for three weeks before she visited me, and then it was eight weeks later before I saw her again, Not that I wanted to. 😛

    Okay, I kinda tripped going up the stairs to my room. I have been rescued (“”Crap! Ooh! Ah! That hurts. Oh thanks…”) So now I am propped up in my bed with both knees wrapped and prooped u and my puppy standing guard. Somebody is taking my laptop. Good nght…Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

  94. Jackie, my Mom is still self-sufficient in many ways, but yes, I do look after her and provide for her those things she cannot…transportation, grocery shopping, appointment scheduling, etc. And I will continue to do that, and anything else she needs, for as long as she lives. Why wouldn’t I take care of her at the end of her life, since she took care of me at the beginning of mine? One of those Great Circle of Life things, no?

    That said, she is doing remarkably well. She has had minimal adverse effects from her radiation therapy. Getting out and going for her treatments five days a week has actually strengthened her, both physically and mentally. And most importantly, she has taken herself off pains meds and is still pain free. Actually, a case could be made that she is doing better than I am, as she has ten fingers that work properly rather than my nine. 🙂

    My thoughts and prayers are with you, Jackie. Only those who have been in the position of a caretaker, especially for a parent, can understand how heart wrenching and draining, both physically and mentally, it can be.

    Love, Ghost

  95. Good morning Villagers……

    I was MIA, and now back….took a while to catch up on the above.

    Jackie, thank you for your concern….and yes, I live “a hop,skip, and a jump” from Mitchell. Lived there the first few months of my life. Mom has always said that was the reason she went into labor with me….she ate too many persimmons at the festival. Lot of work goes into persimmon prepping pulp…I would say it is a dying art among the younger generation. We have a couple of persimmon trees out there, but I don’t pick them any more.

    The ‘ladies’ at work sure have started popping out eggs….even getting large, double yokers…which of course I treat myself to. The Boss made me take yesterday off, and I did just that…..nothing.

    Jerry, you sure don’t beat around the bush, do you?

    GR 😉 doing so, so 🙂


  96. I know that I don’t comment much, but I do read! And I do care… Ghost, Jackie, Debbe, Mindy… and so many others… the love and concern you show makes my heart warm… Luv yah!

  97. Good morning, Villagers! Wonderful run this morning. IN the high fifties and not a cloud in the sky. Back at the office after a nice rounds and even the Front Office Girls are in a good mood. Two minutes and we open the front door. Let me at ’em *snort*

  98. In Jerry’s defense, he only spoke what the rest of us must have thought at some time or other.

    Some of us can heal and go on, some cannot. Most of us never really heal completely but we can limp along.

    If you are strong you remain the person you were and that cannot be taken from you. Some are not so strong and lose their souls I think as well.

    Lily, I think the convent is you seeking a refuge and shelter and it may be that but it also places great demands on those within. is there a particular reason you feel God has called you? I ask because my housekeeper left hers because she did not feel she had truly been called.

    All of us have a calling and I decided I did not know mine, so I have tried to live as though each person I meet or touch might be that reason. Not to convert but just to touch them.

    Love, Jackie

  99. I don’t know about callings, Jackie, I just know that if I had to leave my current berth I would just want to live for Christ and a convent seems the way to do this. Seems a shame that I can’t swallow all the Mariolatry or I probably would have become a Roman Catholic long ago. And, I have been to several Roman Catholic services, and it just doesn’t seem to fit me. But the idea of withdrawal from the world and a life of contemplation seems to have its attraction. I wouldn’t go into a teaching order or a nursing order – I can do that out on my own – but one like I read about in the Brother Cadfael novels, where you work in the fields and come in to have your meals and chant the Mass – that I could get into. I would be Brother Cadfael’s assistant and help him grind the herbs. But I can’t swallow all that about the Assumption and the Immaculate Conception. THere is a Protestant kernel in me that won’t go away.

  100. Brother Cadfael is a wonderful fictional character I enjoy too. But it is fiction.

    I have to go, we are swamped and so far behind, trying to get stuff cleared out and cleaned and apparently stone mason’s back is out again or he is working another job! Trying to get front of yard sprayed with Round Up to kill any remaining grass.

    Husband got his schedule disrupted and is unhappy. Chemo does that I understand. Or he could have underlying anility. Hope that is right word, profs!

    Today’s A and J is hilarious, by the way. Jimmy just keeps hitting those home runs out of the ball park.

    Love, Jackie

  101. First, the bad news…the left side of the distal third of my left index finger looks like an overly ripe eggplant that was allowed to dry out in the sun for about a week. The good news…that’s actually an improvement!

  102. Ghost, my docs keep telling me if I keep insisting on gardening and playing in dirt cum composted stuff I am going to end up with that too! Because I never wear gloves and use my hands to root around and dig.

    We also have a lot of stuff endemic in soil up here that can kill you if inhaled and entered into your blood stream via breaks in skin. Oh, and in water too!

    I am glad you are better and hope you recover fully. Over on the boating forums mostly they are cutting off finger tips right now on power tools, so we are having lots of interesting wound stories.

    I cannot tell some of the most interesting ones I know because they violate forum rules I think and I am supposed to moderate, not lead down road to perdition. Fingers are not only things people lose to electrical tools!

    Love, Jackie

  103. Ghost, The Boss Of My Life and I did a skin graft to a guy’s fingertip. He came in for a dressing change and it was blacky-purple. I asked him what he thought it looked like and he said, “Fishbait”. Two weeks later the eschar fell off and the finger had remodeled and looked perfect, nice and pink. Pink should be the surgeon’s national color!

    Quote of the day: “Research shows that standing in the Wonder Woman position, for as little as two minutes, not only makes you feel more confident, but also changes your hormonal levels. Testosterone goes up, while cortisol goes down. You feel powerful and free of stress! ” I tried it and it works.

  104. I once heard, second-hand, in pre-HIPAA days, of a circular saw accident that required a urologist to be called to the local ER. I did not want, nor seek, any further details.

    Thanks, Munchkin. I’m sure my finger is busy growing some healthy pink skin beneath the “eggplant rind”. I’ll be happy when the rind starts to slough off.

  105. I once had to (unwillingly actually) explain to more than one claimant what constituted loss of a “scheduled” member. Then I would have to go into definition of what constituted an injury with restricted loss of motion.

    And finally I would get down to the part where an injury prevented the performance of a job or curtailed employment, as in partial disability. This usually took several letters of explanation and discretion in your wording.

    Frankly, I would have just rather paid them money. I paid all their medical expenses and lost time from work but I was actually on their side and not the government’s on this one.

    It just “wasn’t covered.”

    Love, Jackie Monies

  106. The Boss Of My Life has told us not to accept Worker’s Comp for non-established patients. There is too much paperwork and fuss. The only Worker’s Comp injuries that we get around here in our office are finger-sticks. One time, The Boss Of My Life came in and a new hire was standing on a wheeled, rotating chair to get something in a high cabinet. She grabbed the girl around the waist, lowered her to the ground, and chewed her out for being silly and lazy. There was a step-stool in the next room.

  107. Most physicians want what pays off fastest and easiest with no fuss or trouble. They also don’t want to dictate or send reports or explanations of what they did/want to do.

    Once a Federal case is approved which is really not hard, no litigation or testimony or court cases, it is easy money for doctors.
    Sort of like the prison system cases, especially the private prisons of which you may have some around?

    And fee schedules are not reduced, like in Medicare. But your boss may not take Medicare or Medicaid patients nor Texas state welfare recipients

    Love, Jackie

  108. No, we take Medicare and Medicaid. Some of my favorite patients. Never heard of “Texas State Welfare” so I guess we don’t.
    Easy money? The key phrase there is “once a Federal case is approved,” which is a long,involved process which often results in a rejection. We have been burned often that way, The Billing Clerk In My Life informs me.

  109. “. . . looked perfect, nice and pink.” + later posts. Reminds me of the story, possibly true or maybe from a TV routine, of the black man at the pharmacist’s asking for some flesh-colored b**d a*ds [I don’t want to mess with a trademark]. Maybe there’s some choice now, at least some places. I’ve not noticed any.

  110. Several decades ago, my favorite surgeon was also a bridge partner and good friend. In the course of events, I asked him to remove (cryogenically) a noxious wart from my son’s finger. He did so.

    As it happened, said surgeon was due for a social/bridge event at my place the next evening. Upon arrival, he asked to see my son’s finger and involuntarily exclaimed something I cannot write herein, but which looks a bit like “Oh, $#i7”! This isn’t something most folks want to hear from their surgeon after the surgery.

    Turned out that the finger was just fine; it healed in due time. The cause of consternation was simple: the surgeon, as with most docs doing similar work, had never seen what the digit looked like only one day later. Typically, the patient was seen a week or so later, after much of the coloration and/or swelling had disappeared.

    Son is still fine and turned 45 today.

  111. Brrrrr, skipping VERY FAST over injury descriptions. But I actually have been wondering, Dear Ghost, how your finger-like-an-eggplant is feeling. Please tell us about it.

  112. cep, Black people have a pink undercast to their skin which is quite apparent when they have lost circulation and when it is restored, to say nothing of their nailbeds and the nice, pink coloration of theri surgical incisions.

  113. Dearest Ghost, you mentioned how your finger is looking, today, but now I want to know if it’s hurting, and how much, and if you can use it.

  114. My finger is stiff, partially numb, partially sensitive, and ugly as a mud fence, Charlotte, but continuing to slowly improve. Today, I was able to downgrade from gauze and tape to one of those adhesive bandages emb didn’t want to reference.

    Based on current “Gobermint” trends, I can probably look forward to tripled Medicare premiums, a $10,000 annual deductible, and a 50% co-pay for services, with no Medicare Advantage plans available to back me up.

    And anyone who thinks medical care will never be rationed should get their heads out of the sand. Or I should say, more rationed than it already is.

  115. Avast, me hearties!

    Holy Shivers! Apparently everyone (including me) overlooked the fact that September 19th was Talk Like A Pirate Day. My only explanation is that the blog broke down the day before, and that by the time it went live again, the event was too far back in the rearview mirror to register.

    Well, it’s not like we missed something important, like Elephant Appreciation Day. Oh, wait; we did.

  116. Hey, Ghost, do not feel bad about the Pirate Speak Day, I think all my boaty guys did too, I don’t recall a one doing their usual jokes or speaking like Long John anything.

    Can we see a photo of your finger like those REALLY bad ones they use on wiki for diseases?

    I thought Zombies were all wrapped up in bandages that sloughed off as they lurched your way?

    Mama picked and snapped a big mess of green beans out of garden (well, purple and yellow and green ones too) and I need to go cook some dinner, along with some fresh greens and turnips and yellow squash. All out of our fall garden. I could have bought gold dipped produce for the cost of it but it is making her and me happy a little.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  117. I am gratified to find that my thinking has been shared by others of our community. I appreciate the respect that has been shown regarding this subject and I’m sure that we will continue to maintain a respectful and cautionary distance from your business, Lily. We appreciate your sharing, best regards, Jerry.

  118. Jerry: I’m not sure of the details, but if I remember, that works only if the wound is left alone as much as possible: no thorough cleaning, no antiseptics, and such.

    Peace, emb, the ‘other poster’.

  119. *shrug* No biggie. It was a definite turning point in my life. I was a pretty sad cookie when I first came to work for The Boss Of My Life and then moved in here. Now, I am able to put it behind me and just be free and happy. To take a drink or five if I want to, and boy, do I want to! The bar just opened! Evening, everyone, I am bound for a Vacation In A Bottle! 😀

  120. Jerry, was his name Patrick Star, by any chance? 🙂

    No, Jackie, you’re thinking of “mummies”. “Zombies” wear whatever clothing they die in or were buried in. Must keep your supernatural creatures straight, doncha know? 😉

  121. Dear Ghost, thank you for the update, and may it keep on getting better. Will you be eligible some day for Veterans Administration medical care? All kidding aside, for they have been in the news lately, they can provide good care. My late husband, a WW 2 Army veteran, was well pleased with their low cost prescriptions, annual checkups and immunizations, and he LOVED the hearing aids they gave him, at no cost (he was a machine gunner; very noisy, as you must know).

  122. Dear Ghost, thank you for the update, and may it keep on getting better. Will you be eligible some day for Veterans Administration medical care? All kidding aside, for they have been in the news lately, they can provide good care. My late husband, a WW 2 Army veteran, was well pleased with their low cost prescriptions, annual checkups and immunizations, and he LOVED the hearing aids they gave him, at no cost (he was a machine gunner; very noisy, as you must know).

  123. I bet our southern Village knows what a meat and three plate is, especially those from Mississippi and Alabama, where I love to go eat these mainly veggie plates. We enjoyed our tremendously, especially the cornbread that I did to go along.

    We could have considered the bacon in the beans and greens as the meat but I cut off most of the remaining ham off that big spiral ham and added it to the turnips and greens. Boy, you could not be Jewish around here, much less Kosher. In fact, I wonder how anyone in Oklahoma keeps Kosher?

    The yellow squash was yummy. There are other varieties out there so we will see what turns up? I am hoping fall misses the reproduction schedule of whatever moth it is that crawls out of dirt in spring and lays eggs in my squash stems, rendering plant looking like a boiled squash plant overnight.

    I am expecting an answer to that moth question from either a professor or a better gardener!

    Looked at my ham package and I got that entire delish huge ham for $1.39 # and had a $2 off coupon. Why didn’t I buy more than one?

    Still have the bone with a LOT of meat on it, so will make red beans and rice I think plus some Andouille sausage. Ghost, I laughed about John Folse’s 20# cookbook because on first reading I thought you meant his recipe produced 20# of red beans! I couldn’t lift the pot!

    When I worked for Hibernia National Bank on St. Charles Avenue in New Orleans, our elderly porter always cooked lunch for us every day. Wonderful, wonderful man. He taught me to make red beans and rice, a Monday tradition in New Orleans.

    Good night all, as soon as I put left overs away and rinse dishes.

    Food night!! Love, Jackie

  124. Jackie, I believe the lead-in to Chef Folse’s Red Beans and Sausage recipe explained it was a staple Monday meal for Cajuns, as that was also their laundry day, much of which was done in large iron pots over wood fires in the backyard. Given the size of the average Cajun family, doing laundry took the better part of the day, and it only made sense to throw the ingredients into another iron pot and let it simmer until lunchtime. Also, given the size of the average Cajun family, they probably did make about 20 pounds of it.

    Ah, a meat and three…reminds me of a local place from years back that served M&3 plate lunches (only). No choice of plates, either, but they rotated by the day of the week…meat loaf, pot roast, fried chicken, chicken and dumplings, and (of course) fried catfish on Fridays. Wonderful home-style food, everyone from bank presidents to cab drivers ate there, and it was swamped. It changed ownership, and the new owner had the bright idea of renovating the old building it was in…redid the interior and exterior; replaced all the old wooden chairs and four-place tables with oil-cloth covers; put in a salad bar (a salad bar, for crikey’s sake!); etc. They went out of business within a year.

    The delis at a couple of the local food markets have kept up the tradition by putting out actually pretty decent lunch plates now.

  125. Thanks, Mark. Who didn’t guess I’d have to check out the one called Ghostery? 🙂

    I suppose I’ll have to go with AdBlock again. I tried it once but didn’t particularly like the way it made some pages look. But now intrusive pop-up ads have gotten just too bothersome. (I’m looking at you, gocomics.) I don’t object to advertising per se, but I cannot for the life of me understand why a company that needs your good will so you will buy its product destroys any chance of earning that good will by cover up what you are trying to read with annoying ads. Especially when the ads are inevitably for things I’ve already researched on Amazon or some other site. Hey, persons with insensitive gonads! I’ve already seen those products!

  126. Wish we could cook red beans and rice, but The Man In mY LIfe has gout, so beans have joined ketchup and Frito-Lay products on the Forbidden Foods Index. Man, I am reeling, as we had friends over and I made Prairie Fires. But it’s too early for bed. Lasser le bon temps roulez!

  127. Good evening….took a power nap after an early supper. What a day…teenagers left me a big mess…stinking eggs everywhere, egg blocks on the bottom. Packed 168 cases today. I was tuckered out when I got home.

    GR 😉 you sure do type well for being handicapped. And yes, medical dramas are yet to be seen. I see nightmares in my future.

    Received my paperwork from IU Medical Center for donating my cadaver….scanned over it, will look at it in the morning. With a little luck, and after a bowl of Cheerios, and a prayer, maybe I can go back to sleep. I hate sleep deprivation.

    Thank you for your post Galiglo.

    “insensitive gonads”? lol


  128. Couldn’t sleep, so dog and I came back! I love places that are so funky and local that they don’t bother with signs, you can tell how good they are by the number of police cars in the parking lot, along with how many Lincolns and Crown Vic’s (well, that used to be my criteria)

    Also really good indicator of food, a sign(s) on table saying “Reserved for Law”. Loved that one, plus that one usually had a saddle in middle of huge table along with the Law Reservation. You didn’t sit there, even if you waited for a table!

    I have done laundry in a big black pot in back yard, boiling in one and punching it down with a big wooden stick, then dragging out and rinsing in another and finally in a galvanized tub of cold water.
    Hang on line with wooden pens, starch was in another mixture you put through if sheets, that sort of stuff.

    Another Americana lesson. Maybe I should teach Lily to do laundry?

    Learned this from being raised poor in country by elderly grandmother. And yes, I did all the other weird stuff too, like being sent to a finishing school I think to better myself someday?
    Who knows? Truman Capote had nothing on me!!

    Grandmother was not Cajun but Southern Baptist, so totally different diet and cooking. That’s where I learned to can and make jams and jelly. Came in really handy for socialite fund raising events and gourmet groups!

    Love, Jackie (who loves food and cooking and gardening)

  129. Dear Ghost, I looked over those suggestions too; don’t think I need to go for them, but thanks anyway to Mark in TTown. I have subscribed to GoComics; it’s not that costly, and I get no ads at all; none, except for other comic strips. This may not work for you, but what do you think? I too fail to see the point of these advertisers annoying the heck out of potential customers.

    I mean there are no ads on GoComics since I subscribed; only an ad at the top of the page for some new comic. They all are ugly and I ignore them.

  130. Jackie, if you try and teach me laundry you are gonna have to catch me forst, and I am pretty fast! My notion of doing laundry is dumping it down the laundry chute and putting it away when it shows up on my bed when I get home from work.

  131. Hum. Thanks, Miz Charlotte. I was vaguely aware of a membership or subscription or whatever being available at gocomics (that’s what the PRO by some Darksiders’ names means, right?) but I didn’t realize it also meant no ads. I’ll have to look into that.

    Jackie, as you’re probably aware, there are (according to my bestest Cajun bud) land Cajuns and water Cajuns, depending on their primary means of making a living. His family was of the latter. At one time, a few years ago, he had his own (leased) oyster reef. Now that’s someone who is serious about their shellfish. And needless to say, he can throw one might fine crawfish boil.

    Debbe 😉 Hope that cadaver donation form was stamped “Not Valid Until After 2045”, hon. 🙂

    Oh, and Jackie. I’m sure you’ll be totally shocked to learn I drive a black 2011 (last of the breed) Crown Vic.

  132. Dear Ghost, GoComics didn’t *promise* no ads, but it just happened. I too suppose the “Pro” on the Dark Side must mean that, they didn’t say. I’m just thankful it turned out this way. And when I subsribed, they promised to send the comics every day by Email; but they didn’t, which is fine with me; I got to choose my favorite ones, then they come up on one page; don’t have to keep clicking as I did before. Let me know when you subscribe and I’ll tell you how I reach the page; they didn’t explain that either. It’s really a lot easier than I’ve made it look.

    Please say hello to your mother for me. She and I probably are not too far apart in age; she is lucky to have such a caring son (and I can say the same thing.)

  133. Wow. Weird. The 9-30-2014 cartoon is about on-line ads. For not the first time here, I find myself wondering whether life is imitating art, or art is imitating life.

  134. I bought AdBlock more than a year ago for about $35, if memory serves. On I now get no ads and MUCH faster loading. Well worth the bucks. No doubt the elimination of ads also occurs for the other sites, but I never noticed much of same.

    Mark/TT, thanks for the list of privacy protestors. I shall take the idea up with my son [who has been a computer pro for 25 years]. He’s our “go to” guy….

    For those of you with medical concerns (your own or your kin’s), prayers are on the way.

  135. Good morning Villagers….

    Ahh…got some more sleep, pray you do too, Jackie. And Miss Charlotte, you appear to keep late or early hours too.

    Clicked one more time to see if the cartoon strip had been updated…was midnight, my time when I tried. Too funny to see that today’s strip is about waiting….waiting…waiting…I have Adblock and it works for me. My son downloaded it for me and old Dell here.

    Never had to stand outside and do laundry over a fire like Jackie, but I do remember the old wringer washer, two tubs of water……lugging it up the basement stairs and out the back door to hang on the clothes line….every Monday! In the winter, sheets and towels were still hung outside….freeze dried. Otherwise, they were strung up along clothes lines in the basement. I also remember learning how to iron….we even ironed my Dad’s boxers!! We thought it was fun!!! Now, I just fluff and fold 🙂

    And Lily, you arrive home from work to ironed sheets……now that’s “rich”. 🙂

    GR 😉 you know, 2045 will be some troubled times for my son’s generation. I’ll be in some ‘cigar’ box, probably in the bottom shelf of my son’s closet. 🙂

    later….ya’ll have a blessed day


  136. Strip of 09.30.14:

    Talk about a coincidence.

    Just as I was about to read the third panel of the strip (“…but cease to dig…”), the screen suddenly shifted to the right, hiding the last two panels.

    The culprit?

    A gigantic ad for some company called Avery.

    Doubtful that I would ever use that company for anything, but, now, I’ll make sure that I never do.

  137. Just added AdBlockPlus for Chrome.

    That should help.

    I also re-added DoNotTrackMe.

    I had added DoNotTrackMe a couple of years ago, and it seems that one of the automatic Chrome updates removed/deactivated it.

  138. I had a fitful night of sleep. My sister-in-law got a call to go to Indianapolis for her Liver transplant. After waiting all day, they wheeled her in about midnight. I have not been feeling well and got up at 12:45AM, about the same time that my niece texted that she was in surgery. I was up and down all night until 5:30, when she reported that the new liver was in and functioning and that she will receive a new kidney on Thursday.


  139. Thank God and thank whomever bravely donated the liver and will donate theirs or a loved ones kidney so that your sister in law may continue to use them and live.

    Love, Jackie

  140. Debbe we had the wringer washer too, operated on gas and you kicked it to start it, like a old Harley kick starter. Now talk about finger, hand and arm injury potential! You used a wooden stick to poke in the clothes and not your hands.

    We were so excited to get an inside washing machine with an electric plug on it! And had to keep carrying laundry out to hang on lines, ours froze too sometimes, you’d have clothes all over inside of house trying to dry in front of a gas heater.

    I iron as good as “the help” but don’t anymore. We ironed sheets, boxers and in those days, slips and bras, as it was all cottons. And starched!

    My age is 70, I was born in 1944 and lived on a dirt poor cotton plantation in the Mississippi Delta. By many standards we were affluent. All my aunts and uncles were sent to college and most graduated. We were never hungry and learned that hard work is admiral and to be respected. And so are the people who do it.

    Nope, Crown Vic and Gran Marquis are great cars, great powerful motors, as comfortable as traveling in your sofa. Our joke as salesmen was “What is difference between Lincoln and a Crown Vic (or Gran Marquis)?” Customers inevitably asked that.

    Answer is $20,000, the sheet metal and the name plate.

    Good morning everyone, got workmen here and I gotta go!

    Love, Jackie

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