Since my stove burners are covered with a StoveTopper™, The Holy Grail of Non-cooks, and my oven is filled with kitchen utensils I don’t use, I depend on my microwave oven for anything I can’t eat directly out the box, the refrigerator, or the freezer.
I remember when microwave ovens were huge, heavy, and expensive, and first seen only in 7-Elevens. It’s hard to believe that I used to go to 7-Eleven and heat up a package of sausage biscuits for dinner. Ew.
Today I signed up for DietToGo – a home meal delivery service. They deliver a week’s worth food, including condiments. (No need to supplement the meals with items from the grocery store!) I’ll get healthier meals without having to go the to the grocery store. Everything that needs to be heated is microwavable.
Indeed, I am grateful for my microwave oven, and for the scientists who figured out how to make them smaller and more affordable.
“Percy Spencer invented the first microwave oven after World War II from radar technology developed during the war. Named the “Radarange”, it was first sold in 1946. Raytheon later licensed its patents for a home-use microwave oven that was first introduced by Tappan in 1955, but these units were still too large and expensive for general home use. The countertop microwave oven was first introduced in 1967 by the Amana Corporation, which was acquired in 1965 by Raytheon.”
Today I am grateful for government-mandated long weekends – and the people who don’t get to celebrate them.
I’m not big on government mandates, but the last week-long vacation I took was in 2008. Government-mandated three day weekends give me days off that I probably wouldn’t otherwise take, and I’m grateful for those.
But then there are the people who don’t get the day off
I am grateful, however, for those people who do work – often double shifts – over holiday weekends. My family and I have had need of those people more than once: medical personnel, EMTs, police, funeral home directors, burial park employees.
There was the Labor Day weekend that Buffy ended up in the hospital because he took the bolts off the blade guard for the table saw and ended up detaching, more or less, four fingers on his left hand. (See The Special Nut for the gory details and aftermath.)
There was the Easter weekend that I had to take my mother to the hospital, and she ended up getting held on a Temporary Detention Order (TDO) and transferred from Lewis-Gale to the Psych Center.
Then there was another Memorial Day weekend when my appendix decided, adamantly, that it no longer wished to remain quiescent in my abdomen, was taken (with me wrapped around it) to the Urgent Care, and then to the hospital to be removed.
Buffy’s step-sister died on Memorial Day weekend several years later. Simpson Funeral Home was there.
I am grateful…
…for the excuse holiday weekends give me to take time off.
And I am even more grateful for the people who have served me and my family on those weekends, when they were most needed.
If I go to Starbucks after 5 PM and get a coffee drink like I did yesterday, I ask for decaffeinated coffee.
For a long time when the barista asked if I wanted regular or decaf, I’d say I wanted “unleaded.” Then it occurred to me that most of the people who work there aren’t old enough to remember when you could choose between regular gas, which contained lead, and the newfangled “unleaded” gas.
One day I said something to that effect to Nichole, who used to be my regular barista at Lakeside. She said, “No, I don’t remember. But my dad does. He’s sitting over there.” And he was. And he did remember.
I just ask for decaf now.
My current favorite is the flourless chewy chocolate cookie.
Now that’s something to be grateful for!
It’s where I work, do research, shop, read, play with my iPad, stretch out my back, relax, organize, write, and cuddle my Stripey-cat. Stripey and I both sleep on it: me on the cushions, Stripey on top one of the other corners or on her bed on the chaise lounge.
It’s a nice, neutral color, and the microsuede material is tough but soft and almost impervious to stains and wear. I brought it from the house to the apartment when I moved. It was several years old then, and it looks pretty much the same almost three years later.
I’m also grateful to Ashley Furniture Homestore, which from whence this miracle of furniture technology was adopted for a (gasp!) very reasonable price.
Think about it: For which piece of furniture are you most grateful?
I’m grateful that I have all my teeth. I may have a mouth full of fillings (a combination of having inherited soft teeth, growing up without fluoridated water, and bad advice from my childhood dentists), a touch of resin veneer, and three crowns, but they’re all there.
However, the old amalgam fillings that my childhood dentist put in are starting to crumble. I’m not sure how many chews per year I got out of them, but my dentist told me that I needed to get them replaced before decay crept up into the cracks and crevices.
I had three replaced this week and one more to go next week.
While having to hold my mouth open for an hour and a half wasn’t all that enjoyable, the whole procedure was easier than getting any one of the fillings was when I originally got them.
I am grateful for:
- The lidocaine and gum and lip numbing gel.
- The fact that my dentist waits until the anesthetic takes effect before he starts drilling.
- The new water drill, which damps the sound and feel of the drilling and the wafting of tooth and filling dust wafting through the air.
- The tooth-colored, light-cured fillings are much better looking than the old fillings.
I have to admit to being just a tad jealous of kids today with their nice white, straight, filling-free smiles, but thanks to advances in modern dentistry, my smile looks better today than it did last week.
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Amalgam is an alloy of mercury, silver, tin, copper, and other trace metals and was used from the 1880s until someone finally figured out that embedding a mercury in a person’s head might not be a good idea – well after I had gotten most of my fillings. Getting old amalgam fillings replaced is generally considered to be a good idea, whether they’re crumbling or not.
Do you suffer from an illness that isn’t visible on the outside but affects your ability to function “like everybody else”?
Invisible Illness Awareness Week can help you in your efforts to live as full a live as possible, and it provides a way to educate others who may not understand how something they can’t see affects what you can do and how you have to manage your life.
- About Invisible Illness Awareness Week: http://invisibleilnessweek.com
- About my invisible illnesses and how I deal with them: How many spoons do you have today?
- About Spoon Theory: “The Spoon Theory” by Christine Miserandino
I’m grateful for people who understand puns.
I’m grateful for people who make puns.
There’s a certain bent of mind required to understand puns. Not everybody has it, but I do.
I appreciate other people who have it, too, because when you make a pun around someone who doesn’t get it, she tends to look at you like you have beets growing out of your head.
So, I offer for your consderation:
Enjoy! Or moan. Whatever
Thank you! I think you’re pretty cool, too
My gut instincts are always right, but I don’t always follow them if I “want” something else.
Today I discovered that gut instincts and intuition run in the family, and we’re all getting smart enough to listen.
* high five * to my Kentucky cousins!keep looking »