Friday, August 16, 2019

Old Coots

A friend forwarded me this segment of "On the Road with Steve Hartman" about older friends taking their coffee club meetings to their local farmers market. The results were delightful. This is a great reflection of how younger people look to older adults for advice and wisdom.

Click here to see the video (there's a short ad before the video starts).
Should we start one here in Fort Collins?


By: PAFC

Thursday, July 18, 2019

Applesauce Time

The apples on my backyard tree are ripening and it’s time to get out my 60-year-old Foley Food Mill. I’ve had it since college days. It’s a simple strainer fitted with a flat blade and a handle that makes it possible to smush apples until the good stuff is separated from the seeds and skin which remain in the bowl of the food mill.

I wash and quarter the apples then boil them for 10-12 minutes with a small amount of water until they are soft. Place the food mill over a large bowl and scoop the apple pulp into it. Crank the handle four of five times, then reverse the motion for a time or two. Repeat this process until all you have left in the mill is seeds and skin.

While the applesauce is still hot, stir in sugar to taste or none at all if you prefer. A bit of cinnamon is a good addition. Store in small jars or plastic containers in the freezer.

There’s nothing better than homemade applesauce in the middle of winter.




















By: Libby James

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Tale of a techno idiot


                                                                            Really?

I have officially joined the ranks of the severely technologically challenged. In the last week I have acquired a new television set, a Nook reader and last but not least, a new wireless printer. I’ve never felt more stressed.

I think I finally have the TV set so that I can turn it on and watch PBS—that’s all I really want to do.

The Nook awaits my attention while I hassle with getting this “easy connections” printer to actually print.  The place where I bought it promised an easy set up—perhaps so for some—but not for me. I spent most of last night tossing and turning and trying to figure out what to do next.

I’m closer than I was yesterday, but it’s going to drive me crazy until I figure out how to print something.

I’m off to run. Maybe that will help!


By: Libby James

Saturday, June 29, 2019

What a beautiful morning.


Woke up this morning around 6:30. My husband Terry was already up and about. Because of the expected heat of the day he had opened up every door and window to let in the cool morning breezes. We live in the foothills on Stove Prairie Road where the nearest neighbor is a quarter mile away so that at 6:30 on a Saturday morning the only sounds are birdsongs and the whispering of pine trees. The low rising sun light shining through the house is exquisite. It does not get any better than this.








By: Bonnie Shetler

Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Springtime in Colorado

Springtime in Colorado

Tomorrow it will be May, but today it is April 30, the close-out of T. S. Elliott’s “the cruelest month.” It snowed in Colorado. The white stuff will be gone soon, and I’m betting the tulips will survive though they may look a bit bedraggled for a while. The fruit trees are in bloom, the raspberry bushes are sprouting new leaves and the rhubarb is alive and well. And the weeds, of course, are hale and hearty.

I waiver between learning to love dandelions and an intense desire to dig up each one before or when it blooms, and certainly before it goes to seed. A hopeless, thankless task that nevertheless has become a challenge for me.


I’m just thankful for a patch of dirt to dig in. It’s good for my soul.   
By: Libby James

Thursday, April 11, 2019

The Problem with Our Stuff

Many of my friends have a big problem at this stage of life
We have far too much stuff and we need to get rid of it.
But who wants it?  Does it bring us joy?  Does it weigh us down?
Our kids do not want much, if any, of it.
They have a lot of stuff, too.  After the Marie Kondo show
I guess the thrift stores were overwhelmed by people getting
rid of stuff!
I even heard that our used clothing is not welcome in the
developing world these days.
I do not have heirs.  And some of my stuff has value so
I want it to go to someone who really cares about
that.  But it is really hard to let it go.  I plan to work on it soon, but
I am not sure how it will go.
Do you have a solution? By: Sue Kerchenfaut

Sunday, April 7, 2019

Remodel woes


During our recent remodel, there were moments we experienced short fuses, fussy moments and snarky stress. My stress centered on the impatience I have carried forever. I always think things are much simpler and easier then they really are. The kitchen cabinets piled in the garage should be installed in a week, right? Not so. Our talented contractor muttered, measured, re-measured, calibrated and then finally installed a cabinet – just one! Then another, until finally two weeks later, with razor precision, the new maple cabinets formed a beautiful kitchen. 

While I watched this dance of reconstruction, I thought what a slow process it is installing a new kitchen. Floors and counter tops were next after the cabinets then paint. Four weeks was one estimate, seven the reality. My patience was running thin. My husband, an architect, knew so much more than I and understood the necessary time frame of the remodel. His frustration with me manifested as I tried to hurry the process by picking up needed tools and putting them back in the garage. In my impatience, this was my way to hurry the project along. Wrong move. Both the contractor and my husband had a specific flow throughout this process and I did not. Finally I relaxed and just let them work. My stress was reduced by just being with the situation rather than try to control it. I am a slow learner, but at 70+ capable of change.

 Written by Suzie Daggett


 

 

By: PAFC