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Views are to 50. I’m Glad.

I work hard to think of things to say about life, home, and people. I love to suggest something on this blog. People read this blog, and I am so thankful. I try to keep it up to date daily. Today, and yesterday I wrote more. I am not in a rush to complete a post, but I find that I have to catch your attention.

My sister used to say, “Ruby, you wrote thirty posts and I got them all on the floor before I could take them from the computer. Can you stop writing so many posts?”

I would say, “I have to feed new information to my audience. They are smart, and they don’t want old posts from a month ago. They read what I have to say, and there is plenty in my mind, to put down. I don’t lack for what to say.”

Well, sis is in heaven, and if they have computers there, she isn’t complaining about how many posts I have written. I think she probably knows more than she wishes to share right now. In His Presence is a wonderful place to be. I am gradually not crying and upset over her dying. I am the last person out of five in my family, and I didn’t think I would be last.one to go. I have plenty of relatives, and they live in North Carolina, where Mom grew up. They live in Texas, and Pennsylvania, and elsewhere. I believe in communicating, so I started writing to talk to my cousins, and aunts, and uncles. Most of my aunts, and uncles have gone on to Heaven. It would be nice to know they are all there. Thank you for coming by Rubies Corner’s blog. I am starting year 12.

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Organize it.

How? Put only one thing in a drawer. Decide what absolutely needs to go in the drawers of your dresser. I clean my dresser top about once a month. I add a nice material that stays on the top to keep it from catching dust. I am still learning about organization. My friend said once, “Only put one thing in one place. This is how to really organize.”

So I tried her way, and it worked. I put socks in one drawer, and they were paired. I put things in the next drawer, and then emptied that drawer, and looked behind the drawer. Sure enough there was paper, or clothing that was keeping it from closing all the way. I pulled that out, put the drawer back, and put two things in that drawer. It worked.

At times down-sizing means to put that amount of clothes in bags, and put the out in the garbage, or take the bags to a place that distributes used clothing. I believe clutter will clutter your mind. So work on getting your home straight. Put things where you know you will remember. Last night, without light, I couldn’t find my pills that are in a bright, striped bag. It works to know where your medications are! I found the bag easily this morning after the sun had risen.

Have an organized plan when you will wash clothes, and when you will separate, and put them in their place. Clutter will clutter your mind if you allow this to happen. Put back what you have used. If the kitchen sink catches all the dirty dishes, then put water on them. Then those rinsed dishes go in the dishwasher. Clear the sink. The sink doesn’t need to be loaded with dirty, dishes if you have a dishwasher. We wash dirty dishes at night while we are trying to get to sleep.

It works to have a dishwasher full of clean dishes from the day before. At times I unload the dishwasher, before I settle to read. I believe adopting a plan for what you do first thing, is wonderful if you can do this. I rise early, so I can read, and drink two, cups of tea. Ed usually is awake early, and eating together is wonderful, when he fixes those fried eggs. Yes, we are on a diet, but eggs are healthy.

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Have You Tried Olive Oil?

I wrote about this product yesterday, and then I put olive oil on my face, and feet. My feet were dry on the heels, and my face looked like it needed something. I tried not to get oil in my eye, but I have tiny wrinkles right under my eyes. I thought a little oil might help those wrinkles to spread out, and go away. I can’t seem to spell this morning. I put my spelling of a word on here, and it always shows as a wrong spelling. I can say the word, but I will have to look up how to spell it. Smile.

So olive oil is good for hands also. I am older than some, but not real old. I am told frequently, that I don’t look my age. When you use olive oil, it softens what you put it on. I use something on my feet to make the dry skin disappear faster. I apply olive oil after I use the instrument on them. They adhere to the olive oil. I try to remember to put the olive oil on my hands, and face. I believe it softens my skin. Really. I have hidden blood vessels. They are visible on my hands, but hard to find when someone is trying to draw blood. It takes an experienced person to draw my blood, but I do say that I have all my parts. I take life easy, and olive oil does help to preserve your face a little longer.

Wrinkles are wonderful on other people. I haven’t come to the place where I want them. Smile. They will come if I live to be 110 years old. I believe they are welcome for me after a while. I haven’t had an easy life, but I am retired. The people I see who are retired, are active as they can be. This is good. I must stay out of the sun because of my pacemaker, but I do think a little tan is better than none. I don’t lay out in the sun because of the pacemaker, but I do sit under an umbrella at a small table at time in the summer. I believe too, much tanning challenges your skin. It might become wrinkled for lack of moisture. Be careful. You have one face. Your hands and feet are important also. If you exercise lightly, it is better than not at all. Refresh, and bathe. Then add more olive oil in small amounts. It helps preserve and give youth to what you have.

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We Received No Help.

We went to an emergency room, because Ed needed help with his pain. He pulled something in his back. Well, he had an x-ray, and the hospital sent us on our way. They said, “Contact your regular doctor.”

We will wait until tomorrow, to get in touch with our newer, doctor. We both go to this one, and she is the first, female doctor we have had. She is smart, and reliable. She does care, but she is thorough with the diagnosis she comes with. I believe this is the first, female, doctor I have seen, and we both appreciate her concern, and knowledge. She is as bright as any doctor I have met, and her manner with us is total, honesty.

We were disappointed that Ed wasn’t given any medication to help his problem, when we went to the hospital emergency room. We know that our doctor will prescribe the right, thing. Our former doctor moved to administration position, and he is no long available for us. We picked this doctor out of a list, and we knew no one on that list. I am so glad she is perfectly fine for us, and since she is younger, she will out-live us. We won’t have to change to another, doctor.

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I Couldn’t Find My Bag.

Last night, I needed to take more blood pressure medication. My ears were ringing off the wall, and I couldn’t find the bag I put my medications in. This morning I woke up, and found that stripped bag on the cedar chest, where I put it. You know, I took my medication right then. Apparently, in the night, my blood pressure was higher. My ears were ringing. I got up, and went to the den to read. I took my new Bible out of its box, and I found my place in my journal. I sat down with two cups of hot tea, and read to finish Mark. It was wonderful reading, and drinking my hot tea.

When it turned day light, I looked for my stripped bag, and it was where I put it, on the old cedar chest. I couldn’t see it in the dark room. Little is much when God is in it. I went on to sleep, and one time I woke up and Ed was sleeping with his head at the foot of the bed. He had trouble breathing in the night, and didn’t want to wake me. I couldn’t sleep because of losing my bag of medications. Life is simple when I am retired, but I will put the bag of medications in a place I know where it won’t crawl off. This way I can take more if I need, it, and sleep.

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Taste is Everything.

Mother was a business whiz, and Dad knew only how to make breakfast. So learning to cook was wonderful. I had three years of Home Economics, but that wasn’t enough to make meals when I was first married. I knew how to teach, but I didn’t know how to cook. I learned early on, that tasting what you have made is a good start in learning to cook. Ed’s Mother taught me, and she would taste what she was making. If it wasn’t sweet, she made it sweeter. If it was sour, she would make a face. It was usually to sour if I made it. Smile. These are lessons that you learn the hard way. I found myself married, and not knowledgeable about how to make coffee. In those days Ed drank coffee. I finally worked up the recipe I told you about. I count by twos and get the answer for how many spoons of coffee to put in the machine. My coffee is mild, and not going to be too, strong.

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I Learned to Make Coffee.

Mom’s way was strong coffee. Ed’s way was to make it just right. I didn’t know what just right meant, and I worked hard to please. In those days, Ed drank coffee like you would drink a Coke. He loved coffee three times a day if I would make it. So I learned to make coffee. If you count by twos, and then go by the amount of water, you can make reasonable coffee, that everyone can drink. Say you are working with a small container of water, and pouring in into a machine. Then what you get will be stronger coffee if you don’t measure. I count, 2,4,6,8 and put in four tablespoons of coffee. For ten ounces, I go to ten with the counting by two. We have a machine at the church, and I always make the coffee, because Ed wants me to have it made before church. I know there are three coffee drinkers, so I make one 8 ounce pot of coffee. I also leave one water pot for hot tea. Other people, including Ed, sometimes make the coffee when I am too, busy to make it. If we get there early enough, I may have the time. Smile.

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Presentation is a Must.

Pay attention to the way you present your best meal. I believe in spreading out a table cloth. I inherited the tablecloths I have from my parents. I inherited the dishes, and the linens. We girls drew straws, so I have a wealth of dishes, and table cloths. Some of the cloths are getting old now, because I got these years ago. It really helped. I used those cloths for many times before they started getting too old. We use a dishwasher, because it sterilizes the dirty dishes. I believe this is not a waste of time, or money.

Presentation of the meal is nice when the tablecloth fits the table. I have a round table, and long oblong table clothes. They would go on the dining room table, but we eat in our den, and the round table. So I spread a pretty, dark blue table cloth on the table. It is beautiful, and it looks wonderful. I put on deep red dishes, and set the table with stainless steal silverware, that I inherited from Mom and Dad. You know, I never have un out of silverware, and I have plenty of the serving spoons. Mom and Dad were practical people.

With the stainless steel, you didn’t have to clean the silverware, before eating the meal. I still believe in making the meal plentiful, and I try to present a well-made pie. One apple pie will do for one day, if you make it right. I always add a cup of sugar, because it will burn off, and the pie must be sweet enough. My confidence in cooking grew as I studied with Ed’s Mom, and worked those recipes with Ed by himself. He still loved his Mom’s cooking but I learned her way. My mom could cook, but her talent was business, and management. She could run a company without batting an eye. I can’t do that, but I can manage a meal.

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I Learned to Make it from Scratch.

I didn’t know how to cook. Ed asked his mother to teach me what she knows, and for four years I maintained as her assistant in her kitchen. I helped her every day but Sunday. Ed had three churches, and often we ate in the country, after he preached at the last one that morning. I played the piano at one of those churches, and I found that I had plenty of support, and audience, because without my playing, they sang without an instrument. They sang the hymns I played, and it was wonderful to hear them. Some knew those hymns by heart. We had quite a time with the music.

Mom would cook dinner for the family, and we knew we could come to her home, and enjoy fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans. She always had some special meal made that lasted for Sunday night also. I learned to make pies from scratch, make dough on my own, and to make delicious meals that were found in a cook book. It was important to teach me her way. She was an A+ cook, and learning to cook was important to Ed. He missed his Mom’s way of cooking. I knew how to make coffee, and it was straight without cream. He planned to ask his Mom to teach me all she knew. She did, and I learned for four years.

I can now make pies, and desserts, and manage a meal for 17, by myself. It is because of her persistence, and patience with me. I started with nothing, and she, and I worked together. Thank God. Learning to cook was besides the three years of Home Economics in high school. This didn’t teach me much of anything. I work on my own now. The recipe I shared with the Pot Pie was my own. I worked on this one for years, and finally knew what to do to make it rich, and good. Most people don’t put the pot pie together with enough of each ingredient. When you cook, you have to pay attention to the taste, and try not to rush it.

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Without the Lid.

I made a pot pie without the pie crust. I made an apple pie, and that is all the pie crust I had to use. So I made a pot pie without the pie crust. I do love pie crust, and Pillsbury doesn’t pay me to say they are the best. I think they make a wonderful crust. I have not left off the crust in years. I even know how to make my own crust.

In the casserole I put all the ingredients I use in the pot pie. I put in two cans of condensed soup. One was mushroom, and the other was chicken. I put in tiny, peas, that were in a bag in the freezer. This works to let them thaw as they they cook with the other ingredients. I put in two, cups of chicken, and it was already tender, and baked. I did add melted butter from the start. I believe butter makes this casserole. The casserole took an hour and ten minutes to cook, until bubbly. I noticed that this dish was just as delicious without the crust. Without it, I saved calories for us all. Winter has brought us to our standstill with weight gain. We are all trying to lose what we have gained.