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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Turns out, I am an April fool. I nodded off and dropped my iPad onto my face, the corner hit me on the edge of the eye. Now I have a corona bruise around part of my eye.

Normally I would like this or make rude or funny remark but Scleral or Cornea bruises are no laughing matters. I know I know "Lighten Up Bob" but having had both and corneal abrasions as well I know the discomfort they can provide. I feel for you Beans.
But the thought of you drifting off and letting go of your computer, does make me chuckle a bit. Not the injury. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. But how you received it is GOF in it's prime.
;[)
Bob
 
Normally I would like this or make rude or funny remark but Scleral or Cornea bruises are no laughing matters. I know I know "Lighten Up Bob" but having had both and corneal abrasions as well I know the discomfort they can provide. I feel for you Beans.
But the thought of you drifting off and letting go of your computer, does make me chuckle a bit. Not the injury. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. But how you received it is GOF in it's prime.
;[)
Bob

Thanks Bob, not as serious as cornea damage. A cut on the edge of the eyelid, yet another scar that will have a story. A bit of a black eye, that was the corona ring reference. :laugh: It only hurts when I laugh.
 
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Asparagus season begins at Easter and runs to summer solstice, as I am given to understand. My experience parallels that pretty well. By June it's strawberries, and cherries within imagination range.

You gourmet foodies really know how to live life to the fullest.

This pretty much describes me....:laugh:

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Now my parents were raised during the great depression (a real social apocolypse) and grew up on organ meats. Heart, Sweetbreads, liver, kidneys, brains etc. My Dad would get Steak and Kidney pie for his birthday up to the day he died at 86. Absolutely loved it. So I was the kid in the cafeteria eating Tongue sandwitches, heart stew, Rocky Mountain Oysters ( didn't know what they truly were until after I was married). Oh and Mock Apple pie. Ritz is the best. So if you think your culinary delights are different I will be happy to match them one on one.
Munch munch munch
Mmmmm boy!
 
Everyone had to have meat of some sort on the table for dinner during the depression. My Dad forever refused to eat chicken because they used to have it most days back then. He never ate ribs, that is what they bought to feed the dogs.

Funny how things change. In the 70's I used to eat beans with sliced in hot dogs a couple of times a week. Our entire household budget for two was $25 a week. Pasta was every other day. Rice mixed with a can of tuna covered with craft cheese and baked in the oven was a once a week. A blade roast was a rare treat. It made the depression menu look like a feast.

Today, with supplies low, I've learned how to stretch a roll of TP.
 
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Been periods in this life where my diet was strictly macrobiotic. These would be the same periods in this life where yoga is a daily practice. That diet shifts when road food is my only option. Per diem means my work week routine includes meticulous record keeping of every food purchase, and reporting same. The kind of food that goes with it is hard on my body, I find.

This one was pretty healthy for body and soul

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