Change of season, alarms and excursions and a vivid sock

Yesterday was a day of  making vegetable stock, sneezing, heating soup, sneezing, stitching to a Martin Walker audio book, sneezing, and sneezing. It's the official change of season, which my body every year translates as sneezin'. Complete with mouth blisters. The sneezing is intense and I always hope it doesn't come on while I'm driving. I don't feel at all sick, just annoyed.

In the evening, Gary came over

G: remember last year my dryer broke down and

B: and you brought laundry here to dry?

G: it's broken again,  thirty days' wait to fix it

B: you just found out, and  you'd washed a load?

G: well, yes, so-

B: so bring it here, I'll do it

G: okay, I  have a big load of wet clothes!

B: you need my laundry basket again! Here, see you in a few.

Which came to pass and I was peacefully watching the people on Suits shouting at each other and drinking and plotting, the dryer finished, and I'd called Gary to notify him, when the phone rang. 

This is unusual, everyone knowing to text because I don't like the phone. It was a neighbor down the street, an old friend I've been looking out for, because of many health issues, and I suspect early dementia, or confusion from medication.

I gathered she was talking about getting her hand in hot water, hurting, very confused. I wondered if she'd intended to call me, she's done it accidentally before, and while I was thinking I'd better run down the street to check.

Then Gary arrived, change of plan in case she'd fallen, I wasn't sure, so we arranged for him to check on her while I folded his laundry. 

I was in the middle of this when he arrived back, her husband was there, and their son visiting, they said she's okay, so who knows. We finished folding the laundry and I returned to Suits, which was less exciting than real life in my neighborhood.

Meanwhile the Sock Ministry continues, someone's feet are going to be a blaze of color

Happy day everyone, I hope yours is uneventful.

Postscript to the yogurt and roasted vegetables caper

Thought you'd like to see that the yogurt was great!  very pleased with the texture and tart taste.  Since I had the rest of the roast spicy vegetables today with mashed potato, and found that the spiciness had developed overnight to the state of four alarm, good thing about the potato, it called for a nice cooling dessert.

So a dish of homemade yogurt with pure honey and a big helping of crushed walnuts found itself on the menu. I put a spoon in so you can sort of experience the texture of the yogurt.  I'll probably be able to get another batch from the end of this batch, but after that may have to buy a bit of yogurt as a starter.  It gets weaker after a time or two, and you need a new boost of the active cultures.

Meanwhile, back at the development, never a dull moment as usual.  I caught a friend just as she left for the hospital for major surgery, and established that she has rides set up, and is going to stay with another friend when they spring her.  Also let her neighbor, another mutual friend, know, so she can check on her.  No privacy for C. at the moment! she was trying to sneak away, keep the drama down, but that didn't quite work out.

Then the pet crates came home again, having successfully got their occupants safely to the airport and to an overnight stay and back home again. Neighbor plans to crate train one of the dogs who whined the whole time, to see if he can get her used to it, since she has a long car journey in her near future.

But this was mid morning, and today started early for me. Woke about 4, couldn't continue sleeping, dang, so figured what the heck, the cats insist this is a great breakfast time, may as well get up and feed them and have some coffee.  

About 5, doorbell went, and it was a neighbor from across the street, very apologetic but as she said, I was up anyway (!) and her freezer had broken down overnight and could I house three bags of food for her.  

I explained I couldn't even house most of my own farmshare, sorry, and she trotted away up the street to another wakeful friend to see if she could get her food installed in her freezer.

Shortly after that, it seemed, the landscapers arrived with industrial strength tree cutting and chipping endless racket.

Home, quiet home..and farmshare this afternoon.