My Week: Moving Back to Nebraska

When I was growing up, the wind blew primarily in March. There would be wind other months but not on and on and on like it has been for months on end. It made it seem as if I were in Nebraska. Out there, the wind comes sweeping down the plain. I’ll be the first to say that the song wouldn’t be nearly as musical if it went “Oh! Ne-bras-ka, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain!” It would be more so than “TENN-uh-SEE-EE, where the wind comes sweeping over the mountains and valleys!”. The latter would be apt, however. The six years I spent in Nebraska taught me to lean into the wind wherever I went. If it had quit, I would have fallen over. I’m beginning to think I’ll have to apply what I’ve learned in the past here at home.

The other day, I was thinking along the lines of “the wind used to blow in March” when a woman seemed to read my mind. She said, “I’ve never seen it blow so much all the time!” It was kind of eery to have my very thoughts voiced out loud by someone else. But it was true.

Sunday was my shopping day. I got done what I could and left for town. Hitting all the usual places, I’d thought I might go to Goodwill to see what they might have I’d be interested in but I ran out of time. The most important thing I did was pick up my order of mangoes from Wally World. When I almost clean out the bin, I feel selfish and piggish so it was nice to have some reserved especially for me.

Champagne Mangoes!

Later on in the week, I took my nursing home friend one of the mangoes and told her I was going to let her share my agony. She would have to watch it slowly ripen until it got to the eating stage.

Getting home as soon as I could, I got everything unloaded and put away. The next day was a “school” day and I wanted to get done and go to bed but not before my neighbor called to tell me her sister’s husband’s brother had been in a bad motorcycle wreck and had been airlifted to the Mother Ship. He has been much prayed for and is at home with a leg broken in two places.

I hurried and got my April giveaway post up. The entries are trickling in. Someone has to win and it can’t be me.

Monday was strange without the new employee. She had gone to the Mother Ship for extensive training to be a registrar. I found out later that she had been terribly nervous both that day and the next and, if she’d been given the option not to go back, she wouldn’t have. The instructor didn’t have her go in on Wednesday so I had her back at “home” for the day. I told her to remember that, no matter what she did that might not be correct, it could be fixed. It might take my having to call someone to do it, but nothing is set in stone. She went back on Thursday with a renewed sense of “I can do it!” And she did. Yesterday, the instructor called me to tell me she hadn’t finished grading her test but she could go ahead and give her access to the system. Whew! I was so relieved for her. I know she’s glad to have it behind her.

Thursday was DD’s birthday. She has received 3/4 of her birthday presents and I certainly hope she’ll get the rest soon. Amazon notified me that since the last installment hadn’t shipped yet from the third party merchant, my card had not been charged. I’ve emailed the seller to see what the deal is but I haven’t heard anything yet.

Here’s what I saw when I got home yesterday:

Mushroom Dirt

Mushroom dirt! Tomorrow, my neighbors will put it in the boxes and I can start planting! I have strawberry spinach seeds ordered from an eBay seller and have emailed another to find out if the Malabar spinach is green or red-stemmed. I want the green because it is supposed to have a better flavor and texture.

I’ve been getting good tomatoes and have been eating them with Tajin. The brother of one of my co-workers has a produce stand some days beside the courthouse. Yesterday, he had cantaloupe and watermelon so I have one of each. The cantaloupe is in the fridge and the watermelon is waiting for room. I need to reorganize it and get rid of some science projects so I can fit all the good spring and summertime produce in. It won’t be long until there will be strawberries. My sister has already gotten her first gallon but I’m lagging behind. It’s a raw foodist’s time of year!

HOWEVER, I have slipped off the raw food wagon today. I spied some young tender poke sallit on Thursday and went out and gathered it yesterday. I boiled it in plenty of water twice, drained it and stored it in the fridge until today. This afternoon, I put it in a pan with some olive oil and sea salt and heated it thoroughly. It was the first poke sallit I’d had in six years and it was SO GOOD! It wasn’t a spur of the moment thing. It was premeditated. I’m human. What can I say? Poke sallit cannot be eaten raw.

This post is kind of all twisted and convoluted but maybe that reflects the state of the writer? Church was good today but I was certainly kept humble. When I started playing the introduction to the opening song, I was in the wrong key and had to start over. If DD had been there, she would have been terribly embarrassed but I lived through it.

I have practically wallowed in mangoes. Before I went out to sun for 20 minutes, I had a lunch of nothing but mango and more mango. Then, for supper, I had mango. That was before the tomatoes, poke sallit and fava beans with kelp noodles.

After my meal, I went out to wander around and take some pictures. Here is a sample:

Lily of the Valley

Uh-oh!

Poison Ivy

I love the young spring green!

New Green

And now, dear folk and gentle people, I must wind this up and say good night.

5 Responses to My Week: Moving Back to Nebraska

  1. Lila April 25, 2011 at 7:26 pm #

    Maybe the young spring green, but not poison ivy!

    • Tommie April 25, 2011 at 9:13 pm #

      I agree wholeheartedly!

  2. Mary Jane April 26, 2011 at 8:57 am #

    Yesterday I saw tiny sprigs of poke “sallit” in a flower bed, and there will be more in my yard soon. Have had some asparagus from my garden. Radishes, lettuce, beets, onions, turnips, carrots, and greens are up! And, no doubt, there is poison ivy here and there, but there is more good than bad.

    • Tommie April 26, 2011 at 8:33 pm #

      I planted arugula yesterday, hoping it would get watered by the predicted rain. If it rained more than a few drops, I can’t tell it. 🙁

  3. Teresa May 29, 2011 at 11:28 am #

    It’s so beautiful there
    I was in nebraska last year for a month and fell in love with the place
    My good friend introduced me to kefir out there and I’ve been drinking it ever since
    I miss Nebraska but making and drinking my kefir reminds me of it

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