Fish folly

Sunday marked the last day of the annual Wisconsin sturgeon spearing season.
I think the most interesting story from the season appeared last week when the local news featured an account about a fisherman who lives in Malone, WI.
According to the story, written by Barry Adams of the Wisconsin State Journal, 72-year-old Corky Atkinson has been fishing in Lake Winnebago for around 50 years.
The story listed a few of Atkinson’s successes over the years including, “a 115-pound, 77-inch sturgeon in 1990, a 74-pound, 72-inch fish on the last day of the 2017 season, and a few more in between.”
As per the story, Atkinson “showed the excitement of a greenhorn. Shortly after dragging an 87.2-pound, 73.4-inch sturgeon out of the door of his ice shack, Atkinson raised both arms and celebrated.”
“What a thrill,” shouted Atkinson… he was almost all the way into the hole before I saw him.’”
“Only he turned out to be a she.”
“...technicians at a Department of Natural Resources registration station revealed the fish was likely about 65 years old.”
Sixty-five?!! Holy Cow! Or should I say, Holy Fish!!
“Atkinson would find out later that same evening while butchering the fish in his garage that it was packed with 4.5 gallons of eggs.”
Yikes!! I have one burning question regarding this fish story. Ahem… Do female sturgeons, or female fish in general, ever go into menopause???!!! Snigger, Snigger!!!



Soup’s on... or is it???

During the winter months, we like to make at least one big pot of chicken noodle soup. Call it comfort food while we wait for the blustery winter winds to morph into warm summer breezes.
Soup takes time and plenty of patience to put together. Let’s face it, time hasn’t exactly been my companion since The Outdoors Guy’s diagnosis of pancreatic cancer in May of 2015, plus the stroke he suffered on Sept. 2 last year. Consequently, making soup has not been on my radar.
A quote from Laurie Colwin expresses a universal feeling about soup: “To feel safe and warm on a cold wet night, all you really need is soup.”
And, in Mr. Outdoors’ case, a barrel of crackers!!!
So, last week I was finally ready to pull out my 11-quart stock pot, roll up my sleeves and get busy putting together a mid-winter treat.
The day before, I put the chicken breasts in water, simmering them for one hour while skimming off any foam rising to the top. Then, I removed the chicken from the broth. After it had cooled enough to handle, I pulled away the skin and bones and popped the chicken in the fridge until the next day. I also chilled the broth overnight, skimming off the fat the next morning.
So far, so good. Right? Check!
The next day, Bob sliced carrots and chopped celery. I began to heat the broth, cut up the chicken, stir in the seasonings and add a frozen bag of chopped onions left over from when we made chili earlier this winter.
We were simmering along when The Outdoors Guy took a break to check his website.
Meanwhile, I measured the noodles and set them aside, ready to go when the water in the 5-quart Corning dish reached the boiling point.
As I turned to check the stock and vegies, my elbow slammed into the bowl of noodles. The bowl went flying from the counter, tumbling over as the 4 cups of noodles left the bowl and also took flight, not only across the kitchen floor, but also into the dining room. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Noodles here...noodles there…noodles, noodles...EVERYWHERE!!!
Bob heard my cry of despair as I turned down the heat on the almost-boiling water. He came racing in from the study.
“What happened?”
“I accidentally hit the bowl with my elbow when I turned around.”
“It looks like you hit a few hundred home runs in one swing,” he joked. “I’ll get the broom and dust pan.”
“Thank goodness they were dry and not cooked,” I commented.
“Yup, there’s always a silver lining,” he added.
A quick check in the pantry provided another silver lining because we had just enough noodles to replace what had spilled. Whew! Problem solved.
The new batch of noodles was cooked, rinsed and drained. The empty Corning dish was in one side of the sink. Immediately after I lifted the strainer containing the noodles from the other side of the sink to add to the soup…KA BANG!!!
Jumping about a foot, I peered into the sink to see the Corning dish had burst apart and looked quite pathetic as it was now in three pieces instead of one.
The Outdoors Guy was just a few feet away. “What the heck was that,” he hollered as he looked into the sink.
I wondered how many times in how many years I used that dish to cook noodles and make numerous other recipes. And, like always, putting hot water in it to soak. We decided it must have been it’s time.
“Another silver lining,” I added. “The dish didn’t explode on the range!!!”
With that, we looked at each other wide-eyed!!! I told him, “I don’t even want to think about what a mess that would have been!!!”
Cleanup wasn’t exactly a breeze, either. I cut my finger on an edge of the broken dish as I put it in the trash!!! AARRGGHHH!!!
I told Bob, “Now remind me of why we haven’t made soup for almost three years!!!”
“Good soup is one of the prime ingredients of good living. For soup can do more to lift the spirits and stimulate the appetite than any other one dish.” Louis P. De Gouy, ‘The Soup Book’
Ha! My spirits were never lifted so high as when I was finally able to declare, “SOUP'S ON!!!”








A New Year… a new lease on life

I can think of no better way to start out the New Year than with good… no, fantastic news!!
One week ago, The Outdoors Guy had labs and a CT scan for his three-month check in his pancreatic cancer battle.
During his appointment with oncologist Dr. Paula Gill in October, she commented, “Bob has been a miracle man since the first day he walked into my office!”
The miracle continued when he met with Dr. Gill this week. Bob’s scan proved to be consistent with his previous one… "No significant interval change from the prior exams without evidence of progressed tumor.”
Could “The Miracle Man” and our family be given more splendid news? Actually… YES!!! Because furthermore, his three liver tests revealed his liver count is now within normal range. This is a “first” since his diagnosis 32 months ago, May 8, 2015!!!
Finally, The Outdoors Guy’s tumor marker dropped to nine. He is well within the 35 range, the highest number accepted as normal for cancer patients.
Because Bob has exceeded all expectations, he and Dr. Gill discussed a time frame for his next battery of tests. Both feel comfortable with another 3-month check. Then, pending another excellent report, Dr. Gill will extend testing to six months.
She told Bob, "You are amazing!!!"
Additionally, we are elated because The Outdoors Guy has fully recovered from the stroke he suffered Labor Day Weekend at our son’s and daughter-in-law’s cabin near Hayward, WI.
There is nothing good about a stroke. Well… almost nothing! For me, one fun consequence has come to the surface… Bob laughs a lot more at my lame jokes!!!
I cannot end this blog without giving credit where credit is due.
Matthew 17:20 says: “Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."
Yet, the mountain isn’t a physical one figuratively speaking. It is embracing the faith that trusts God will work things out for our good. The mountain that is moved is the one within us!!!
Bob and I set our minds on this simple, yet unfathomable truth after the first weekend of his diagnosis. It was when we took his illness out of our hands and put it into God’s hands.
This life-changing experience taught us to never underestimate what the power of faith in God will accomplish.
Our family is ecstatic and feel beyond blessed with our news!!! What a spectacular way to start the New Year!!
May you and yours also be abundantly blessed in 2018!!!



This one’s for you, girls

No, I’m not blogging about #me, too. Although, I’d venture to guess most of us have a story or two to tell!
I’d rather write about our closets… or at least what’s in ‘em that shouldn’t be.
If yours looks anything like mine, it’s as jam-packed with clothes as the mall is with people on the weekend before Christmas.
I’ve never considered myself to be a hoarder. But, I do know I have a problem with keeping too many clothes.
So, my curiosity got the best of me. I decided to check out a few websites. One site, Hoarders Help, quoted Jack Samuels, Ph.D., an assistant professor with a joint appointment in the Department of Psychiatry and Behavioral Sciences at the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine and the Dept. of Mental Health at the Bloomberg School of Public Health at Johns Hopkins. He suggested, “Hoarding belongs to a syndrome which also includes: Indecisiveness, perfectionism, procrastination, avoidance behaviors and difficulty organizing tasks.”
BOOM!! I didn’t have to think twice! Right off the bat I was convicted on the first two counts!
1) Indecisiveness. My family, including my parents, brothers and sisters and I were teased for years by the in-laws because we were all so indecisive! If there was a decision to be made when members of the Poling clan got together, we’d go round and round before someone FINALLY made it… and then it was usually one of the in-laws!
2) Perfectionism. Yes, it’s another trait I struggle with. So much so that sometimes I even drive myself crazy!!! LOL
Obviously, fessing up to the first two categories didn’t start off on a positive note in my quest for a not-guilty-of-hoarding verdict. Yet, I don’t believe I’m a full-blown hoarder. My main problem is clinging to too many clothes.
Hmm…let’s see…there’s the mini velvet skirt with a matching vest almost as long as the skirt. I bought it 40+ years ago!!! I use the excuse it’s vintage and a keepsake. But, it’s more like…for Pete’s sake, what am I thinking?!!
Do you remember Fantles on 5th Ave. in La Crosse? My closet boasts a black bolero jacket and a few other pieces I purchased there. Has Fantle’s really been closed since 1995? Yikes! That’s 23 years ago!! But, I see bolero jackets are still popular. Maybe this one can stay in my closet!
I still have the sweater our son, Jon, gave me during his St. Olaf College days back in the early 90’s!! I like it. But, once when I wore it when Jon and daughter-in-law, Sara, visited, they looked at me cross-eyed and laughed. Even so, I’m having a hard time saying good-bye.
Normally, I don’t have a problem with shoes. But, it took me a number of years to finally get rid of the red heels I loved so much… the ones that didn’t love me back. Not only did the toes pinch, the shoes slipped when I walked. No amount of shoe inserts helped. Believe me, I tried! Finally, I acknowledged that if the “big reds” didn’t go to Good Will, I’d slip or trip, fall, and be wearing a red face to match!
These are just a few examples. Yet, enough for you to get the picture. I probably wouldn’t be too far off the mark, though, suggesting you may have several illustrations of your own.
Another reason…er…excuse my over-populated closet began to swell to an out-of-proportion size was the opening of TJ Maxx in our area just over 13 years ago. My closet has never been the same. My reasoning for shopping at TJ Maxx more than department stores is, if I pay less for an article of clothing, then it won’t bother me to give it up. There’s one teensy-weensy problem with this concept. Even when the article of clothing doesn’t work for me anymore, I still don’t want to send it out the door.
My dad was a pack rat when it came to his garage. He kept pieces of wire, wood, string, old worn-out tools…you name it, he had it in spades. When he passed away, cleaning out his garage wasn’t for the faint of heart. Thankfully, my brothers sorted through the bulk of it. Several loads of his long-saved “treasures” made their final trip… to the dump. Dad would not have been happy, but we sure were! To that end, I don't want to put our kids through such a major task, whenever that day should come.
So, what to do? A while back I read about a challenge for clothes hoarders, suggesting switching clothing to face the opposite way everything normally does. As an article of clothing is worn and laundered, turn it the normal way again. After one year, whatever remains that has not been worn, and therefore has not been turned to face the usual way, donate those items.
With the start of a new year, and this added incentive in mind, I’m willing to accept the “one-year-plan challenge.” As of today, Sunday, Jan. 28, 2018, I switched all of my tops and jackets/blazers to hang in the closet facing the opposite direction. Thank goodness I don’t have a problem with slacks, jeans or dresses. Just turning the tops about-face was a project. This Lamb is sheepish to admit I stopped counting at 100!!!
After one year, it will be sayonara to the tops and jackets/blazers that have not been worn, and therefore have not been turned to face the usual way. Today’s date has been recorded. I will report the results in one year.
I wonder if, after one year, I still won’t be able to let go. Parish the thought!!!
If you decide to take the challenge, let me know. And, good luck!!
Hmm… I’m checking out Mr. Outdoors side of the closet. He seriously needs to consider doing an about-face with his shirts, too!!! Should I suggest it, or keep the peace and not say a word? AARRGGHHH!!! I can’t decide!!!

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Our Greatest Heritage!!!

When learning about our American history and the heroes who helped form our country, do you believe those heroes lived? And, when you think about your own heritage, do you trust your ancestors existed? Of course you do!!!
From the moment we are born, we all have a lineage on this earth. Whether  we are happy or not with what ours represents, whether we claim it or reject it, this pedigree is ours. Our heritage is all about those who lived before us and died. And we believe it.
When you look across the room at a loved one, are you sure he or she exists? When you hold a precious, crying newborn, are you certain the baby is alive? Of course you are! The proof is right before your very eyes!
Like seeing that loved one or newborn, we can also see the proof right before our very eyes that our holy heritage exists.
Sadly, many reject it when all they need do is open and read the historical accounts in The Holy Bible. Within those pages, we read how, when, and why the world and mankind came into existence. We learn about man’s downfall into sin. We discover that God so loved mankind that He provided salvation for us through His son, Jesus Christ.
How did He do that? Jesus reigned in heaven, but came to earth as a babe (Christmas) and lived a perfect life in our place. Then, He suffered and died on a cross and descended into hell to pay for the sins of the whole world (Good Friday). After three days He rose from the dead (Easter), assuring us that if we believe in Him, when we die, we will be with Him in heaven forever. “For God so loved the world that He gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16.
Jesus tells us in the book of John, chapter 14, verse 6, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”
The reason is because Jesus is our mediator, the One who paid for our sins.  No amount of good deeds can pay the price. How many good deeds are ever enough? Not only that, good deeds mean we are depending upon ourselves for our salvation rather than the sacrifice Jesus made for us to fulfill His Father’s demands. Something we cannot do.
Many believe the stories about their ancestors. Yet, they doubt the recorded existence of God, the original ancestor, and His greatest gift of all, that of His son, and the brother we have in Jesus Christ. His love for us knows no boundaries!!!  
We are not worthy of that love or the sacrifice Jesus made in our place. But, through the account of The Holy Bible, we can be certain that His words, and His life, death and resurrection are true. Armed with that faith, we are brought into the family of believers. God’s Word is our greatest heritage!!!
Heaven is not a fairy tale. Believe it and you, too, will know the true meaning of Christmas!!!

Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free."
John 8:32