Crab, anyone?

Last week I saw a couple of different friends on FaceBook post pictures of crabs they were going to be feasting on.  It's not yet Crab Season here in Eureka on Humboldt Bay in Northern CA.  I drooled at the thought of fresh Dungeness Crab.  Sweet, succulent, delicious crab.  Usually the season around here begins on Dec. 1, but I read somewhere that the crabs aren't quite ready and the season won't start until around Dec. 16.  Traditionally at the Scott Household we eat crab for Christmas Eve dinner.  Mr. Scottie Dog lets the kids who might be around play with the crabs a bit with a wooden spoon (the crabs grab the spoon, the child lifts it up a foot or two, screams and puts the crab down....over and over again).  Then he puts them into a big pot of boiling salted water (and a few secret ingredients) and cooks them up.  We chill them and put them on the table with salad makings, sourdough bread and a nice white wine for the grown-ups.

I commented on one friend's FB post about how much I liked crab and today I got a phone call from Karen.  She was coming from her Father-in-law's house up North and had crab for me!  Really?  Well, Karen, bless her heart, brought us four lovely crabs...cooked and on ice.  I'm certainly thankful for Karen and the crabs today!  Crab salad tonight, crab sandwiches tomorrow!

Karen's Father-in-law puts out crab pots and catches a few each day. 

And I thought I hadn't Accomplished Much!

Here it is Monday and I'm feeling "fuzzy."  What does that mean?  On Friday I noticed my nose was "sort of running."  Not really a runny nose, but every once in awhile.....  Sydney stayed home from school with a cough and since Mom was working at Redwood Sewing Center she came over to Grandma's.  We fixed lunch together, she watched Disney's Beauty and the Beast and Alladin and played with Legos.  Not a ton of stuff going on.  I sewed a bit.  Mr. Scottie Dog and I went out to dinner. Saturday I sewed a bit more.  But by Saturday night I felt a real cold coming on.  A fitful night and by Sunday  morning Mr. Scottie Dog went off the church without me.  The day passed in a blur....a cold medicine fuzzy day.

I came to work and thought I had accomplished absolutely nothing for the whole weekend.  Here's a few shots of my Farmer's Wife blocks I made this weekend.  I didn't realize just how much I did get done this weekend....remember these are 6" blocks!

Wed. update:   Only one more to do.....and I got it done on Tuesday.  I'm all ready for my classes in December. 

Today our store was closed for Thanksgiving holidays.  We'll have a HUGE Black Friday & Small Business Saturday sale.  Liz and I spent all day and well into the night (I got home after 10 pm) getting ready, setting up, cleaning up the store and finding more and more misc. from the back room to put on the sale tables.  We'll probably go back some time tomorrow and even though the sale starts at 10 am on Friday I am sure the two of us will be their super early.  Oh, the life of a Small Business Owner.  Happy Thanksgiving to all!  I'm thankful for YOU!

Phalange...that's what I'm talking about!

On Friday morning I was walking down the hallway to get to my computer.  OWWWWWWWWWWWW! Ow, ow, OWWWW! I had jammed my toe, my little toe!  Ouch, it hurt. It REALLY HURT.  I didn't say any bad words, but it was all I could do not to cry.  I know, I know....if I had been wearing shoes it wouldn't have happened.  But I'm 60 years old.  If I still don't wear shoes in the house, I'm not going to start!

Right away it looked like this.

Actually I got all pictures from the Internet.  MY toes aren't hairy, but my little toe was bright red and throbbed.

Now on Monday it looks like this.

Again, not my hairy toes, but the bruising looks like this now.  Bill checked it out and said it's not broken.  Well, maybe.  I'm not so sure.  It hurts more to wear a shoe so I've got some soft sided ones on here at work.  But I limp which aggravates my funky arthritic knee (the opposite leg) so I'm a gimpy old lady.  I know it will get better, I just need to give it time.

So here's a diagram of the bones of the feet....those little toe bones are called Phalanges (so are finger bones).  How small can those of the little toe be?  Pretty tiny and hard to imagine them in two pieces. 

My foot throbs some so I put it up when I'm at home.  But it gets better every day.  Amazing how God designed our bodies to heal. Anyway, phalanges, that's what I'm talking about today.