It's been a quiet afternoon, here in northern NY. I really miss being able to go for a drive, on a nice sunny Sunday, but, even tho' I have nowhere to go, it's been actually rather nice...considering I was in bed much of the afternoon, that is. But, I awoke feeling better than I have in nearly a week, so even though I hate afternoon naps, I guess this one's proved to be rather productive. Though it's still extremely sore, and movement is a painful proposition, the swelling in the jaw has marginalized.
I splurged and bought some new vitamins yesterday, for $3 (1.50 pounds). I was out of them, and never tried this brand before--a generic store brand from Family Dollar. Someone told me to try prenatal vitamins for my condition, as they are absorbed more readily or something like that, but I can't get to Walmart's to get them--which will be a problem, if I can't get there, as my iron tablets will be running out soon, and that absolutely the only place I can afford to buy them.
Finished off the last of the turkey, yesterday, had shredded turkey over mashed potatoes, with tinned turkey gravy poured over it, and peas on the side. Not fancy, but..not bad, actually. I think though, if anyone offers me a turkey sandwich, I'm going to gobble at them, ha-ha.
Four days of a steady diet of turkey will do that to you. I'd never had hickory smoked turkey before--tastes a lot like smoked ham, only more...turkey-ish, I guess. I was going to cook up some of my old-time turkey carcass soup--my maternal grandmother's recipe from several decades before I was born--but saw the cost of fresh veg at the Price Chopper (local supermarket), and balked a bit at that. They had a small pork roast for a bit over 4 dollars, and the fresh veg for the soup was so high, it would have cost the same as the roast--so, what the heck, I went with the roast, instead. I've not had a pork roast in...well longer than I can honestly remember. I've some apricot preserves, so I thought I'd slather those over the meat, when it's partway done, and make myself a glazed roast--not done that in, oh, ages and ages. Last time, I think I made a glazed pork roast was Easter of 2002 or 2003, maybe.
Anyway, yesterday, someone sent me some old television series from the 70's, and one from the 80's, to download into my RealPlayer, which was pretty cool. Just a few eppy's of shows I used to enjoy: The Partridge Family, Emergency! and The Hardy Boys from the 70's, and a great show called The Equalizer (Edward Woodward) from the 80's. I've not seen any of these in years, so I've that to enjoy.
And, I've now a copy of Time Crash, the 7 minute Children-In-Need Dr. Who special, thanks. Oh, I was a smiling fool, for many hours after watching that, this weekend. Time Crash was about the only thing that made me smile, yesterday, as I had a truly awful case of the blues. Oh, I was one happy Whovian, watching it. It was just...wonderful. They're both such terrific actors, and it was a true and lasting pleasure, a real gift, getting to see the two Doctors doing their thing. Davidson looks great! I should look that good, when I get to be his age. And Steven Moffatt, who wrote Time Crash (as well as Blink, The Girl in the Fireplace and Empty Child episodes)--what a genius! His writing, and that of another Who author, Terrence Dicks, is something I would aspire to--if I had the potential, that is, to write fiction and/or scripts, that well. I don't, but wish I did.
Last year, I wasn't able to donate to CIN until well into the winter. This year, I fear that I cannot donate at all, unless a true miracle happens and I finally land a good job, or find some other way to boost my poverty-level income. So far, as yet, that hasn't happened (not for lack of trying), and I've just not the money to spare, which would enable me to give to CIN and other causes. Sadly, I just can't give to any cause, at the moment, outside of a few cents thrown into a charity tin at the store till, or the Sally Army's little kettle...and I don't think I'm mentally up to another 100 story fund-raiser, like I did for Accord, or, this year, physically up to ringing the bell for Sally Army, outside a department store, like I've done other years, unfortunately.
Well, the sun's going down here. To try and cheer myself, I pulled out my Christmas decorations--and immediately got depressed again, ha-ha. Oh, big wow...a little 3-inch made (badly) in China Christmas tree, a white and gold ceramic reindeer--both from the All-For-One-Dollar store, and a little light-up Christmas tree window decoration. Whoo-hoo. I am still smarting over losing the boxes containing my family's tree and decorations, two years ago. 40 years of Christmas memories, gone forever. Mum and I had this little tradition, you see--every year, we'd buy each other, one or two special totally unique ornaments for the tree...we might not have much, some of the leaner years, in way of prezzies--but by gosh, we always gave each other one or two of the nicest, most lovely or unique ornaments we could find..whether that be a cat, or a horse, Paddington Bear, a snowman on skis or Santa on a Harley. And now, they're gone, and it saddens me to the quick, knowing that.
You see, We might not have hardly any gifts to give, but that tree made up for it--whether artificial or real--every year. Every three to five years, as we could afford it, we'd change the colour theme: one year all blue or all green lights, or green and red lights, or a blue and sliver theme, or maybe a red and gold theme, stuff like that. We had other decorations: a fancy antique ceramic manger scene with a real wood stable, knick-knacks and wall hangings, a wreath for the front door, outside lights...but the centrepiece, was always, always, the tree. I might bitch and moan, putting the sucker up every year--mum drove me bananas, with her, "Don't you think that (ornament) would look better over there?" And, the old, dreaded, "The tree is lop-sided," often uttered a few minutes after I'd just firmly bolted the thing into place, and got myself up from the floor. Or, the ol' "There's not enough lights on that side of the tree."--That was easily fixed though, because at that point, my patience was wearing thin, so my usual solution was, when she wasn't looking, to just turn the tree around so the "bald spot" was facing the wall.
