Yard Sale

Sorry for the lite posting, but if the weather allows I’m going to have a small yard sale Friday and Saturday. Am thinking I may sell my Wilton drill press and a few other things, along with clothing, bags, rucks, and other items I can’t use anymore.

The goal is to eventually sell off everything but my books, cooking gear, a few sentimental items, and minimal furniture. Want to be able to move light and fast at need, particularly as a return to education may be in my future. Now to hope that the weather will cooperate. Especially as I want to make another trip to the storage unit tomorrow.

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Another Old Memory

Again, X strikes again. In response to a post on X, I remembered the time a group of unsuspecting passengers participated in a mock carrier landing with a 747.

My go-to airline used to be Delta, and the second time I worked for NASA I usually made Platinum-level frequent flyer by March of each year. Domestically, Delta at the time was very good. Other than some issues with things being stolen out of luggage (and oddly enough one time returned), things went fairly well.

Internationally however, I had a huge issue with the fact that one of their major partners was Air Chance, aka Air France. There was a chance the flight would not be cancelled, there was a chance it would take off on time, there was a chance it would arrive on time, and you get the picture. It was also a given that Air Chance would lie to your face about any number of things.

I will give them credit for one thing: they knew they were lying and while they didn’t really care, they had a unique way of dealing with the customer service issues. After having been lied to about arriving on time; about having my connecting flight delayed for us on it; and, about a few other things, I and others were put aboard a later flight to the same destination. Pretty much the entire plane was filled with passengers who had been lied to and delayed. The flight crew came down the aisle with carts full of wine and booze. Pick your bottle, shut up, and be quiet we are not going to deal with it. By the time we landed, we may have been still PO’d but we didn’t care. Amazing what a bottle of good cognac will do to help you cope with the unchangeable. I will say that from then on I told the transportation people to not put me on anything Air Chance and have avoided them like the plague.

Which brings me to the story seen above. The flight was supposed to be Delta, but was (of course) Air Chance. We did the trans-Atlantic bit, came into land, and for some odd reason the pilot decided to re-enact a carrier landing. Now, to be fair, I’m not sure that’s accurate as there are several other possible reasons he decided to land on the overrun and stop the plane before the first cross taxiway. Not sure what those could have been (chemically induced perhaps?) but there may have been a reason of which I am not aware.

Had it been a real carrier, I’m pretty sure we would have hooked the first wire. Seriously, I think we hit on the overrun. We hit hard and we braked hard. Not entirely joking that we could have stopped on a carrier deck. To say the plane made odd noises is an understatement. We stopped. We stayed stopped for about ten minutes at a very busy airport.

When we moved, the plane made VERY odd noises and parts of the plane did not appear to move in unison. During our sitting phase, I had already made a mental bet we would have to be towed in. Still amazed we were not. As it is, with a mechanical cacophony, we eventually made it to international arrivals. I heard later that the plane was then towed (with no passengers or other witnesses around) to maintenance.

That was almost as much fun as the time we passed the abort point on takeoff and were still on the ground. Different flight, but another time I thought we were going to make the news in a bad way… Remind me and I will tell that tale one day.

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Odd Memory Of The Past

Over on X, this post sparked a memory that still makes me laugh. Not a nice laugh, and by many lights I should be ashamed of it. Yet, I still laugh. To quote from what I posted on X:

“Okay, this reminds me of a story from my past. Courtesy of a relative, I used to do some odd jobs for a local bank, which was part of a much larger bank (eventually). Which led to some odd things needing to be done.

One odd thing was hauling off a few tons of confidential records to a local landfill, where a bulldozer may have made a few passes and neutral steers over the many many garbage bags full of files (to let water and such into them before they were covered) as I watched.

Another was cleaning out a storage room (technically an old vault) at a major branch. Which led to me being given an old vault gate that I eventually sold for scrap. Along with a whole bunch of old medical gear from a doctor’s office. Suspect the elegant wood and glass blood pressure set-up would be classified as hazmat today (mercury spilled into the wood).

It was around that time that someone tried to rob said branch. The worthy in question came in, got a bag of money, and stuffed it down his pants as he ran out the door. About the time he rounded the corner of the building, there was a muffled explosion and a high-pitched scream.

The bank alerted the police, who alerted local hospitals; but, the thief never came in for treatment. The bank did not recover the money (not a huge amount by any means), but they unofficially considered it even as there was reason to believe that the thief had lost most or all of the physical attributes of manhood.

The explosive part of a dye bomb isn’t large, but it is highly exothermal. What didn’t get blown off was likely to have been severely burned, and without proper treatment…

While no official statement was ever made, word did get around. For years afterwards, that was one of the safest branches around. So, for all those contemplating mayhem, remember: it doesn’t take @DollyParton with a gun to turn a rooster into a hen.”

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Kapustnica

This last Sunday, we celebrated the feast day of the saint for whom our Church is named: Joy of All Who Sorrow. This is, of course, the Theotokos, known to many in the West as Mary the Mother of God. Being a feast day and not during a fasting period, it means there was a lot of good food at our “coffee” after the service.

While it is called a coffee (and there is some excellent coffee to be had as one of our members has a relative who owns a coffee roasting business), it usually is something of meal. That is because we generally fast from all food and drink (even water) starting no later than midnight Saturday night before partaking of the Eucharist. Some even do longer periods. Technically I’m exempt because of health and now age, but other than enough water to go with the medicines and such I have to take (and I take them about 0300 so that at least six hours have passed before service begins) I do my best to keep the fast.

Since becoming a Chanter, I haven’t been able to cook or do as much with food as I would like to do. There were also some issues that came up with kitchen access where I rent, but those are getting resolved (and I’m developing alternatives). For this day, however, I really wanted to do something nice. So, I had seen a recipe for an Eastern European soup that sounded good, and would be a good (close enough) ethnic fit. That soup is called Kapustnica.

The picture above really doesn’t do it justice, especially since my version really was more a stew than a soup. It is technically a sauerkraut soup; but, reality is that is a bunch of sausage and smoked meats cooked with some sauerkraut, mushrooms, and onions. With good sauerkraut, it is also extremely tasty. Here’s what I did:

To start, I diced a huge white onion medium fine (not coarse, not fine, in between), and sliced three large cloves of garlic as thin as I could. The onion, garlic, and three fresh bay leaves (use dried if you can’t get fresh) then were cooked/sauteed until tender (clear) in a mixture of lard and bacon drippings (a few T, didn’t really measure it). Three tablespoons of sweet smoked paprika were then added and the mixture cooked until the paprika turns dark and roasted.

As I was cooking the onion, I prepared my crockpot. Into the bottom I put the sauerkraut (I used a jar of Polish sauerkraut with some carrot included, mild and good) and a bag of dried mushrooms that I had rehydrated using white wine for a couple of days before use. In this case, I used a white wine from Romania as it both fit the spirit of the recipe and the deli where I got the meats and sauerkraut had it at a decent price. My own take is that a slightly sweet, not dry wine, is best. This one really worked well.

The onion/garlic mixture then went on top of the mushrooms and kraut. On top of that, I chopped up a couple of different types of Eastern European sausage (I picked two that looked good from the meat case), pretty much a whole smoked pork loin, and a small chunk of smoked cured beef. The beef is the only thing I would do differently, as the cure made it hard and it still wasn’t quite tender even after cooking. To be honest, at the meat case, I had just pointed and said: one of those, one of those, one of those, one of those… I went with what looked good.

Since I had drained the kraut (not much draining was needed to be honest), I put in some bone broth and some vegetable broth as liquid to get the cooking underway. I didn’t fill to the top as I had to transport the crockpot to Church, and a full pot will spill. Kept it roughly a couple of inches from the top, but was more than enough to cook the mixture.

It did cook faster than I expected, even on low in the crockpot. Figure about four hours as good. I ended up cutting it off a bit after seven when I went to bed, and around midnight it had finally cooled enough to go into the refrigerator. Once I had it at the Church, I plugged it back in, set it to low, added the water (and took the picture) and then let it go. Some wonderful people got it to the serving table for me, and I did make it to the kitchen in time to get the sour cream out of the refrigerator so people could add a dollop to top the bowls of soup if they wanted.

I will note that it is a rich soup/stew, and adding the sour cream is tasty but may be gilding the lily a bit. It was a hit, and I have very little cleaning to do of the crockpot. I also picked up a box of Russian chocolates to go with the other sweets. Someone did some meatballs, there was homemade fried chicken, and someone did some very nice cabbage rolls as well. Lots of other food, but tried to stay mostly keto.

So, Kapustnica is fairly quick and easy to do (couple of hours on the stove top in a big pot), and is also quite tasty and filling. If you don’t have a good Eastern European deli nearby, use some good smoked sausage (without corn syrup, Meijer brand here is good for that) and whatever other smoked meat you can find nearby. Or, heck, smoke some of your own on the grill or in a smoker and use that. I will simply say that the better the kraut, the better the soup/stew. Don’t have dried mushrooms, use fresh. Thing is, have fun and enjoy.

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Random Thoughts This Monday

Tomorrow is an election day in much of the country, and my fond hope is that the yoke of the godless authority gets even further tossed aside. Not betting on it, as I think the people in two areas are about to vote to get it harder and more violently than ever before. Nor do I think what is happening was organic; rather, a massive astroturf that if we are lucky is the last gasp of a major front of the godless authority. Time will tell.

I’ve also been struck this morning by how some people have changed over the years. Sadly, not for the better. Two cases in particular came up this morning.

An early morning text conversation with a friend brought to mind a clinical therapist I knew of years back who I thought might be a good resource for another mutual friend going through a rough time. So, I looked them up to see if they were still in practice. I literally did not recognize them as they have completely altered their physical appearance from the last time I saw them. They have also gone from ‘I’m not Catholic but am Christian and will offer treatment according to Catholic beliefs to help someone’ to ‘trans-queer supporter’ all the way! They apparently are only accepting any new patient (limited number) from that community, and I won’t be recommending them to anyone. Sad.

Also came across some references to someone who used to be a huge “influencer” and figure in domestic political punditry. They started a number of media companies that were bought up and some are still going in fact. I had effectively cut ties with them years ago about the time of my first embed to Iraq, finding them to be a touch strange and odd. If some of what I came across today is true, strange and odd may well be a considerable understatement. Part of me wants to dig in and research; but, frankly, neither they nor any controversy around them are worth that much effort. As with the LCSW above, the best that can be offered up is prayer.

On a more positive note, was and am glad to see a number of people making positive changes in their lives, in some cases to the point of completely turning their lives around. I’ve offered up some prayers for them too as they do one of the hardest and most rewarding things in life.

Feeling sort of lazy today, as the last few days have been busy, to be polite. Lots of time at Church, and having the car gifted to me has been a true godsend in terms of getting there and running errands related to the Church. This week should be a little more laid back, though I need to get to the storage unit as — weather permitting — I’m thinking of having a yard sale Saturday to start selling off a number of things. This time, lots of packs, rucks, and related along with clothing and some electronics. My goal is to eventually sell off pretty much everything but my books, cooking gear, and some holiday/sentimental items. Proceeds will go towards the pilgrimage, possible future pilgrimages, possible religious education, and covering some other expenses.

More soon.

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