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Cold and humid for the most part here in Central Missouri this past week. Not bad for January so I can't complain.

I rendered the Christmas turkey carcasses a couple days ago. That pot is warming on the banjo cooker in the barn now. I've got a pot of veggies softening on the kitchen stove to add to it, and a couple cans of cheap biscuits for dumplings. There isn't anything much better on a cold day than a bowl of turkey dumpling soup.

I caught our orange tabby cat Oliver - one of the two that I saved from starvation a few years ago - peeing blood in Mrs. Augie's favorite chair yesterday afternoon so we dropped him off at the vet clinic this morning. Hopefully it's nothing serious. They're keeping him over the weekend so we should know what's up with that on Monday. Howard is laying on his cushion next to the space heater gnawing on his jumbo size Beneful wishbone and looking quite content.

Got the MRI done on my thoracic spine on the 31st. Everyone was expecting to see bulged disk/bone spur/arthritis type stuff, but that's not what they found. I don't know yet if it's good or bad comparatively, but they *think* what they're seeing is a pair of non-lipid hemangiomas - one on T2 and another on T12. My follow-up appt. with the spine doc is a couple weeks out so for now it's just waiting and trying to manage the pain.

If it feels halfway decent this afternoon I might try to do some pruning on my orchard trees. I bought a pole lopper so I don't have to play on the ladder to reach the higher branches. I didn't prune them last winter and it needs to be done before they get too far out of control. We'll see I guess.

“...non-lipid hemangiomas...”

OK! Non-Cancerous - but still painful in some cases. Hope they can get this figured out for you, ASAP!

I always loved how ‘Grandpa’ was washing the window, then would put his hand right through it, LOL!

You might not believe this, but when I was a child, “Grandpa Jones” daughter, Alisa, was a sometimes playmate of mine when she came to visit a relative of hers, who was my next door neighbor. I suspect it was her grandmother on her mom’s side, but heck if I know. I was just a kid. And I never understood why she called her father “grandpa”. Kids don’t always ask enough questions when they don’t understand it. Afraid of looking stupid, even though “stupid” questions might help you sort something out. I haven’t seen Alisa since I was 8. But she was sweet and I loved her southern accent. It was even more southern than mine. She lived in the “holler.” I wonder sometimes if she remembers those visits. We played with our dolls underneath the chinaberry trees. Fond memories. 🥰