Robin, I don't know what those old guys were singing about but it looked like they were having a good time! I wonder if the story of the Union soldier was true--if he really did survive on a pickle. HB's van is just two years younger than my old clunker F-150 that's been smashed up a few times.
Poirot, I never had heard of a pickle ornament either. Yes, we learn lots of things here. It would be sad to get rid of your ornaments, especially the ones that were used by your mother. But if they can be used by anyone it's better than what's become of mine. Most of my mother's had seen their better days by the time I got a few of them, and now all of mine have been out in my storage building and I'm sure the heat has ruined them by now. I always thought I'd go through all that stuff--someday. Now I doubt I'll ever do it.
Kat, a cleaning crew that doesn't dust? That's one of two things I'd want done the most in my own house. If I had someone to come in and clean floors and dust for me I'd be thrilled even if they didn't do anything else.
Squirrel, I sure hope you don't get a relapse of pneumonia after getting chilled like that. 6:45 is awfully early to be at work!
Sexton, Vlassics are good!
Wilde Woman, it's interesting that today was pickle day, since I bought a jar of pickles, which I very rarely do, although I like just about any kind of pickle. Or I did... Last week I bought some regular hamburger dill slices but when I went to eat one it smelled unpleasant to me. So today I bought some kosher dill slices. Haven't tried them yet.
Ever since I had Covid over a year ago they have been a few foods that have had a peculiar smell and taste to me, bad enough that I won't eat them. Vinegar is one of them so I'm guessing that's why the pickles had that smell. Another is sour cream, which I always liked a lot but now can't eat, due to that same smell.
I went to town today. My niece did too but we didn't go together. I needed to go to Wal-Mart and the grocery store. She needed to go to the feed store and some other places. She gets big bags of animal food that will fit in her suv but not in my car. Also, she's always in a hurry to get home and she was going around by another town to pick up a cat she'd had "fixed," and she was going to do an errand for me in that town. But we did meet for lunch.
It got warmer than I'd expected today and I got more food than I'd planned so I was wishing I had brought my cooler along. I did take a couple of the little lightly insulated bags you can buy at the grocery store so I made out okay. It was a beautiful day, low 80s*, not much wind, but the car gets real hot inside while sitting on the parking lot in the sun.
Once again I got a phone call before I got to post this, which was right after sundown at 5:40.
Hi, Muzz. My niece talked me into trying the fried pickles a few months ago. Interesting..... Frickles is a good name for them. I hadn't ever heard that.