I wish I could share a picture of the just-picked Michigan asparagus at the local farm market. There were two bins of it. The bins were at least 4 feet across in both directions. Loose asparagus spears piled up everywhere and still good and gritty with the good black soil they grow in. I picked out some spears, brought them home, gave them a few good cold-water soaks to loosen up all that dirt, and then gently placed them in a bubbling water bath for a few minutes. I ate it plain, without seasoning, sauce, or any frills. So good! Here’s the bounty I brought home:
I was cleaning the other day and somehow managed to catch the edge of the wood on the kitchen cabinet…and drove a small but long splinter under my thumbnail. I can see it through the nail, laying there between my nail and the flesh underneath. The splinter was as long as my whole nail. It hurt like hell and throbbed for a good 24 hours. After soaking it for a while in warm sudsy water, I actually managed to get the last half of it out, but I’m sure the rest of it is there to stay. I don’t know how I do these dumb things……
I have joined the local library, which is quite nice and relatively new. They have access to a number of libraries, so you can request a book from the region. They also have e-books, so I’ve borrowed The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, which I’ve wanted to read for a while.
Her name was Henrietta Lacks, but scientists know her as HeLa. She was a poor Southern tobacco farmer who worked the same land as her slave ancestors, yet her cells—taken without her knowledge—became one of the most important tools in medicine. The first “immortal” human cells grown in culture, they are still alive today, though she has been dead for more than sixty years....
Some of the story is pretty good—I’ve hit a section that isn’t so interesting to me, but I’m sure it won’t always be so. Much of the story is about the Henrietta herself—and her family—or what the author could piece together, plus how she came to gather all the facts. I’m learning far more about cell culturing than I’d ever thought I would know.
And finally, Royce, my nephew Matt and his wife Jessica are now parents of a son—Mason David, born early this morning, weighing in at 9.5 pounds and 22 inches. He looks like a linebacker already! He’s a little bit oxygen deprived but making improvements quickly. I wish Mom and Dad were here to see their first great-grandchild.
P.S. The weather has been just awesome here for the past several days. Clear, sunny, but quite windy, in the 70s and even low 80s. I’d prefer if we had a few weeks of 60s and 70s! I got a bit of a sunburn on Friday afternoon. We were downtown GL to see niece Katie portray Sleeping Beauty in a class skit, then dined al fresco at the Italian joint down the street.
P.S.S. I think I wore out one of my copies of Riding With the King. The CD player in the truck just didn’t know what to do with it.