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Last night was my first night on thefarm. I was weary from driving as well as not sleeping well for the last week. My fit bit shows I slept well and I feel like I did too. 

It’s raining today. No walking unless it clears up. The ducks are happy foraging in the rain. The five dogs are sleeping. I’m going to read right now. My Kindle has quite a few waiting for me to open. 

Make the most of your day, enjoy your life. 

Healthy, Quick Shrimp and Spinach

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Shrimp and  Spinach

(serves 2)
Ingredients:
1 pound of cleaned, deveined and shelled large shrimp
3 tablespoons of olive oil
2 tablespoons Teriyaki Sauce Sesame & Ginger 
2 cloves garlic
1/4 cup dry white wine
4 cups of fresh spinach
Directions:
In a medium skillet, add 1 tablespoon of olive oil and heat until a slight shimmer occurs on the surface.

In a separate bowl combine the shrimp, 1 tablespoon of olive oil, minced garlic and the sesame & ginger sauce, toss lightly until shrimp are coated.

Add the shrimp to the hot skillet, cook 4-5 minutes, shrimp will turn opaque. Pour in wine to quickly bubble and deglaze the skillet.

Put shrimp in a bowl and cover to keep warm.

In the same skillet, add in the final 1 tablespoon of olive oil and toss in the spinach, quickly stirring until the leaves are just wilted. Add the shrimp and blend well. Ready to eat.

 

A Problem

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Dear Word Press Friends,

I have a problem. I’m not receiving emails alerting me to new postings from those folks that I follow. I went through my list on the Reader page and found that I had chosen to receive emails and how often. If anyone has information I would appreciate it.

Fondly,

Meredith Dixon Haynes

 

Patterns

four-seasons-of-trafficThe changing of seasons reminds me that are patterns in our lives as well. A time for everything: Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

For everything there is a season,
    a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
    A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
    A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
    A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
    A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
    A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
    A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
    A time for war and a time for peace

We find patterns in many areas, math, science, forensic science, nature, health, etc. Solomon states it so well in Ecclesiastes, there is a time.

 

Martha Bit!

Martha was having a wonderful time before bed loving our dogs. Nick and Lucy enjoyed her sweet talk and petting while Gidget calmly chewed on a bone. Gidget raised her sweet face toward the sound of Martha’s voice. She dropped her  bone and came for her share of love. Martha began to pet her, when Lucy raised her head and set Martha’s world tilting! I heard Martha, “Ohhh, ahhh, stop!” I came running just as Gidget released Martha’s thumb. In protecting Lucy, she pushed her back with her right hand, and held Gidget with her left, leaving her thumb in a perfect position for angry needle teeth to grab.

She ran to the bathroom to clean the wound under cool running water. I ran down stairs for paper towels. It took us several minutes to clean the wound and try to stanch the bleeding. An impossible job!

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I took this picture in the emergency room. We got there at about 10:00 PM. They took her back to triage after 11:00, it was crowded. The crowd kept us entertained, as we exchanged awe-struck glances, and sympathy for parents there with infants, toddlers and children. No tears from my sister! We kept the banter and the laughter going. The Dixon  sister’s know how to keep a stiff upper lip.

After triage she came back to wait to be called for X-ray. The nurses in triage expected a broken/fractured bone, as we both were afraid of at home. What a weird angel!?! After X-ray she returned to the waiting room and found me gone. After she searched inside and out for me, she gave up and made use of her time by helping other’s waiting. She knew most patient’s names before we left. I returned unsuspecting she was back. After about 20 minutes she turned to look at the TV and spotted me out of the corner of her eye. Reunited and catching up; I had gone to drive the car around the building closer to the emergency exit, only to realize the keys were in Martha’s purse. I took the keys and finished my task to get our car closer for a quick get away. Little did I know we would be making anything but a quick get away.

FullSizeRenderFinally we were called back to the rooms, the theater of operations.

I had speculated that the reason they had a backlog of patients waiting was there was only one doctor on call. That proved to be true. She was worth waiting for because of her outlook and attitude. Our nurse was a new transplant from Texas and apparently a bit nervous, but gracious. She had so many mishaps with us, she was blushing. In this photo she is irrigating the wound.

The worst part of the pre-stitches was the shots of lidocaine to deaden the wound. Martha only moaned once, but she was white-knuckled as her thumb got bigger and bigger from the lidocaine. We were left to wait again. Let’s get to the facts, emergency rooms have an unwritten law, you must wait at least 8 hours, or longer, before you’re allowed to leave.

The doctor sent her physician’s assistant in to stitch Martha’s wound. Before that, drum roll…more lidocaine injected into the wound. !!OUCH!! Stitching went quickly, we were read our care at home, given prescription, and gained our release.

Martha plans on seeing her physician tomorrow, and calling one the doctor suggested. We also will be speaking with our vets about Gidget and how to proceed from here. We both are recovering from what Martha calls our slumber less party.

A Glass of Wine

I have a bottle of Apothic red. If that isn’t one of your favorites, do bring your own. Come sit beside me. Let’s see what stories we can spin. 

 
I’ve been feeling perky! I’m getting out more lately. You know what that does to your writing. It gives you lots of interesting tidbits that you can work into a story. But you’ll have to mark out some days to stay at home and develop them. 

I want to get back to sharing quotes on Colleen Chesebro’s page. I really miss that. I noticed your haiku on Ronovan Hester’s haiku challenge. Your use of bridge & move, the prompt words, honored nature. 

Yes, I see you’re reading a book Sally Cronin reviewed, Copper, the Alchemist, & The Woman in Trousers by Teagan Geneviene. I’m so happy you like the fantasy. 

Speaking of fantasy, have you read Hugh’s The Truth App. I’m on the 6th part. It’s full of plot twist & funny characters. 

I’ve been invited to join two groups recently, one is a senior Bible study and lunch afterwards. They meet once a month. The other, a Bible study as well, meets each week during the school year. I mustn’t forget the DAR, Daughters of the America Revolution. Their meetings started this month. 

It’s going to be a busy, satisfying year. It is getting late. Your page next time. I’ll bring a good chardonay, Sauternes, that is best served cold.