Well, Dahlia has learned a new "trick". If I throw six treats in a row, she will not stop till she finds all six. SOme part of her feline brain knows... "I missed one! Must find!"... She's relentless. She's also hilarious to watch. We have laminated floors, and if I roll a treat, she'll race after it and do a long skidding stop like this, only she's a cat. We call it her Tom Cruise move.
At 00:39 to be exact: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2UVsyVLLcE
OMG, Tom Cruise can't dance... LOL.
Today in 1770, the first rhubarb was sent to the US from England ---- that we know of. Rhubarb being a perennial, you can "steal" it from gardens and plant it in your own. As with the decorative hosta plant, you can separate a large clump into sections, and each one will (if tended) put forth the classic big leaves with edible stems. Rhubarb, btw, was also called 'pie plant'. It probably made it to America before 1770, but this is the first recorded instance.
Today in 1878, milk was delivered in glass bottles for the first recorded time. Until this point, metal containers were the norm. They, like glass, btw, can be scalded/boiled and re-used. ANd, of course, you can see if the milk is a weird color. Some people abhor the glass bottle, as it allows in "light". I'd love to know where the heck their bottles are. Seriously, why is a bottle of milk in sunlight?! But it turns out fluorescent lights also trigger the "oxidation" (degrading of a couple nutrients), so store lighting was the problem. Weird, but true.
Speaking as a farm kid, metal or glass, thanks. I distrust anything that I can't boil clean in my kitchen. Which reminds me ---- beware bottled water in gallon jugs! Some manufacturers use plastic jugs that used to hold milk, and often it's spoiled ---- and you can't imagine the joy of drinking bottled water to find it tastes and smells like spoiled milk. Happened to us after a hurricane. Yeesh.
In 1973, American League pro baseball team owners agreed to give the "designated hitter" rule a try. ANd we're still griping about it. (OK, some people are.) Basically, instead of a player hitting the ball himself, he'd have a "designated hitter", to copmensate for his persumably lousy hitting, but still allow him to play and all that. (Fortune cookie version of the rule, btw.)
Big hugs to everyone! :-) Healing and heart be yours:-)
OK, well, maybe not therapeutic, but we can dream? Good morning. Not much sleep last night. Frankly, I hate hormones. Nuff said, the ladies all understand what that's about.***THe Spanish word for sister is the only one that isn't related to the old Indo-European root word in all the Latin or even Germanic and Slavic languages. Don't believe me? Check it out. "Hermana" is from old Latin for...
So... I go to my physical.The doc isn't there.They forgot to mention he was out sick.ARGHSo now I have to have bloodwork drawn again (Friday) and get my physical next Thursday! ARGH... I stress myself sick about this, and then it's delayed? Really? Cosmic joke not appreciated by *me*, at least. *hmph****TOday in 1666, the builder of the Taj Mahal passed away. A descendant of Genghis Khan (and...