BCg, We always went to that farm/orchard for apples, cider, maple syrup, etc. It is where, at a young age, I OD'd on maple-sugar-candies; it turned me off most maple-anythings for the rest of my life. Of course it was a lot different back then; no coffee, no donuts, no breads or sandwiches ... it was nothing fancy at all, just a small room on the right front of the barn, where a fireplace was always burning, there were shelves of bags and bags and bags of 5-6 different kinds of of apples and some home-made jellies and jams, cider, maple-syrups. And a very old woman with really bad arthritis in her twisted fingers/hands was always there. She lived in the house, but worked the orchards and in the barn all of her life, so all that labor took its toll. She was so friendly and cheerful all the time. There were a few rocking chairs and a couple or three cats lolling about. Nice and cozy on a cold day!
Tweety, Today I am resting on my laurels; well, except I'm trying to do any up-and-down-the-stairs-ings that I can for hubby, as his left knee-ball is red, hot, and swollen. Got him sitting still w/legs up and cold-packs. He absolutely WILL NOT let me take him or go himself, to have it checked out today. So that I don't get panicky about the possibility of a thrombosis, I am hoping it is 'merely' his knee-bones getting ugly with him, plus fluid build-up. He had the same on his right knee prior to having it replaced, which is why I am thinking this left knee is doing the same thing. (*fingers crossed*)
Maybe my fingerprints were helped to be worn down because in my youth I was a tree-climber, then as a poor person, without a spare quarter to my name, I actually did my laundry in my bathtub, including jeans, sheets, blankets, towels, etc. That's my theory of where my fingerprints went.
Watching another Braves baseball game this afternoon.
Hello sirI, Joe, herring, j22, amoLu, and anyone else who joins in!