Just the name Montauk evokes images of summers at the shore. And yet it is OCTOBER and while all my other perennials are dead or need to be dead-headed, there are two bushes of Montauk daisies that have just bloomed. They are my Indian summer perennials that help the summer linger just a little longer before my garden gets put to bed for its long winter sleep. I took cuttings from my girlfriend’s yard who has taken cuttings from mine. Two years ago, you could barely see them above the ground. Last year, they grew but did not flower. NOW there they stand, a pop of summer amidst the brown. They are the highlight of my fall garden and I thank them every morning when I look out and see them bloom when all the others have faded.
One of my Facebook friends, who teaches early ed, claimed these! That’s the power of the internet.
Personally, I would rather repurpose than recycle. It is more of a guarantee that the item will actually be used again. I am trying to do everything right: lose weight, reign in the money, exercise enough, balance my work with my play, reign in the waste, care for our planet, spend more time with my family…LOL! But I do care. So, IF there is an artist out there, or an early ed specialist, or just a mom who needs to organize the kids’ small toys, and can use these containers (originally VEGA protein shake containers -see I told you, I AM trying – to no avail), please message me.
In an earlier life, I wanted to run children’s art programs and these would be great for paint, for water, for clay, for buttons, for threads. But I am in my later life and yet, I find it hard to recycle them rather than repurpose them. If I find it hard to let go of these, can you just image?
It was our last summer hurrah. And I proposed something politically incorrect, even sexist! My husband proposed going to Yankee Stadium with our grandson and son-in-law. I looked at my daughter and granddaughter. What were we- chopped liver? I ordered tickets to the Gazillion Bubble Show and we had a girls day. My granddaughter was picked to go onstage and since she believes she is Elsa, she had no problem pretending that the stage was a winter setting and the the bubbles were snow.
And what kind of girls day does not end with a little shopping spree?
I came up with the solution: Silicon Soup! I will teach Phil to make soup and then he can pour the silica gel into it. If it is harmless to eat, even though the label says: “Do Not Eat,” then it must be safer than Botox because I doubt the label on Botox says: “Harmless to ingest.”
Then Phil can become Silicon Chef and offer nutritious food WITH the added benefit of smoothing out the wrinkles simultaneously. If my tongue and throat got tight, which they did, I mean just think what it can do the wrinkles!
Maybe he invented Silicone Smoothie? The next big thing ? Better than botox? I will let you know if my face is smoother, firmer, younger looking. Then you can ask my husband to make Silicon Smoothie for you!
And thanks to my experience, you can drink it without worrying about whether or not you ingested something harmful!
So my husband made me a protein shake – with a vegan base, cherry juice, almond milk, and blackberries. If you drink 5 cups of liquid before 11:00 a.m., you are basically ensuring that you will be well hydrated for the day ahead.
I drank a glass, and then went for a second. I felt the plastic in my mouth. I took it out and realized that a silica gel pack must have dropped from the vega-based protein into the blender and was now on its way down to my stomach.
I panicked. I called the 24-hour nurse hotline on my insurance card. The nurse was not definitive. She couldn’t tell me if I was ok or not. She told me to call 911 and have the paramedics check me out. The packet I showed them said: “Do not eat” but also “Contains a Harmless Substance.” Phil was screaming : “Don’t let them take you to the hospital. It will be 6-8 hours before they let you go.” And no one was telling me if what I swallowed is harmless or poisonous!
Phil got in touch with my daughter who Gooogled it up. “What happens if you ingest silica pack?” and the answer: “ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.” By that time, the paramedics had gotten in touch with Poison Control and they confirmed I did not need to go to the hospital.
Would you want to grow old with a man that doesn’t notice a silica packet dropping into the blender?