Well, here in Utah they do up patriotic holidays real good. In rural Utah, some of the small towns in a given area celebrate the 4th of July, and then the others will have the 24th of July (Pioneer Day, aka “Mormon Day”) celebrations.
The days are spent in the community parks – there are vendors of various stripes, lots of food and fun stuff for kids to do. Along with Navajo Tacos, which are positively sublime, especially when prepared by real Navajo Indians, there are funnel cakes.
In case you don’t know, a funnel cake is a deep-fried confection made of cake batter swirled via a squirt bottle into hot oil. While we were shopping yesterday in WalMart, we saw this:
So, of course we bought it. The singing girl, aka Dolphin Caller, cooked us up some last night. I was so busy eating mine that I didn’t think to photograph it first. That will be remedied soon….
While we obviously don’t celebrate the LDS faith here in this house, we do take advantage of the summer relief that the celebration provides: the parade that goes practically right by our house, the fun at the park, a lovely cookout with family (beer can chicken again this year!), and a pretty fair fireworks display, watchable from the front yard. All and all, it will be a very pleasant day on Friday, and I’m really looking forward to it!
In other news…here is a picture of one of my three tomato plants. The plant that died I never did replace. This one struggled through our weird spring and did manage to produce two lovely tomatoes. They are coming off the vine today, and the size of them is just slightly larger than a golf ball and slightly smaller than a tennis ball. The cherry tomato and the golden tomato plants are doing very well, fruit-wise.
Then there was the little matter of my first-ever colonoscopy, which happened on Monday – hence, that cryptic post about Desitin ointment on Sunday evening. I thought about doing the whole Katie Couric thing and having the test filmed and then posting it online,* but then decided to just tell you about it.
The prep is indeed the worst part of it, followed by the anticipation and nerves of the unknown, and then there is also that story that aired on MSN a couple of months ago about the guy who accidentally left his cell phone on and recorded the sound of his whole procedure and the awful things the surgeon and support staff said about the poor man.
But in my case, the ball and chain knows the surgeon, and the nurse was a little sweetie so I wasn’t too concerned. That propofol stuff is unbelievable! It’s like – BAM!- you’re out like a light! And the next thing you know, you’re being wheeled back into recovery and you open one eye and ask your husband when he came into the procedure room! He laughed at me.
The long and short of it is that my colon is in tip-top shape! However, I still have to go back in 5 years instead of the usual ten between visits, thanks to my sister, the first person in the family to ever have cancer. And next time I will tweak the prep to make it less miserable.
Have a lovely day, week, and month, people.
Over and out.
* That’s a lie. I never, EVER considered recording and posting it online.