The Domino Effect today was started when I started the engine on my car, and the tire pressure warning light came on. I was not entirely surprised by that, what with the weather turning so much colder. I had actually asked the fellows who changed my battery a couple of weeks ago if they had a gauge and could check the pressure, but they said they didn't and I did not yet go to get a gauge, although I know I should have.
I was extremely blessed that the closest gas station had one of the machines that for a small fee has an automatic readout and shutoff when the pressure is reached. Back in Missouri I had used that type of machine several times, so I did not have to figure it out [I am somewhat mechanically challenged, at least until I have used a machine a couple of times]. So it did not seem to be a big deal to get the tires aired up.
The first indication I had that this was going to impact my life a bit more was when I got a voicemail from my credit union. Even though I did not listen to the whole message, I knew that they were questioning my credit card, and I remembered I had only told them I would be gone until September, thinking I would update in increments--which I had not done.
Sure enough, my card had been blocked, so I had to pay for my apples, beets, carrots and a few other items with cash, which really was not that big of a problem. Once I got back to my apartment I called the credit union and explained I really needed the card to allow me purchases in Utah until May! So I think it is now all taken care of, but I am very grateful all this happened on a P day when I did not have much that was pressing.
I had just gotten back to my complex when my Sweetheart called, and I did not lose the signal even though I picked up my laundry which was in another building. We had such a good time talking, because we have been trying to reconstruct our timeline, and while I had downloaded some of our many text messages, his phone kept them all, while mine does not. It was so fun reminiscing together.
I also talked today with my youngest daughter--and she inspired me to try fermenting some carrots. When she first said she could send me the recipe, I felt less than enthusiastic, but as we talked and she told me the process, I thought I would give it a try. On my counter is now a towel-covered jar of carrots in brine, topped by a cabbage leaf with a lid lightly atop. Apparently in about a week I will have a source of friendly bacteria--lacto-bacillus, no less, the most common probiotic found inn yogurt. If I like them, I will probably need to buy more carrots than I had anticipated when I did my food inventory last week.
At the market I had gotten fresh beets, and that was the basis for my supper. I have really liked beets ever since I was a little girl, and these were quite good. I pressure-cooked them first, and then sauted them in a bit of olive oil. Yummy!
My other experiment is in the oven, I decided I should do another batch of flax seed crackers, since it is so cool. The difference came because I decided at the last minute to do quite different flavors. One of the batches has the sweet spices: cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg. I sprinkled the top with a bit of brown sugar, too.
The second batch has curry powder as the seasoning. They are smelling quite good--I hope they taste good too!
In order to make up for not going shopping much today I went to the temple. I got things done for three women, and although I struggled again with sleepiness [rats!], I am glad I did that.
I did some reading about one of my favorite authors, Hugh Nibley, while I was eating supper and a little after that, so I did not work at all on family history things. As I walked past the Conference Center I stopped to look at the concerts available. I know a lot of the missionaries take advantage of those offerings, but I am quite content to just go see the Tabernacle Choir each week. I am very glad to have that experience nearly each week.
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