Pondering with P.J — Chips, cheese and cleaning supplies

I think I’m losing my grip! I just broke a sweat trying to open a bag of potato chips. I’m glad they are “sealed for freshness,” but I know they used to open a lot easier a few years ago. I’m an old farm girl, how could I wimp out on a bag of chips!

And, what do you think of those bags of grated cheese? “Tear here,” it says. I do, and I tear off about a two inch piece of plastic. Then I have to maneuver a finger through that opening to penetrate the zip lock closure that is there to assure me of even more “freshness.” I get so frustrated I just take a pair of scissors, cut the top off the bag, put what I don’t use in one of my service for 40 Cool Whip containers for later use and then throw it out a month later because I forgot where I put it.

I couldn’t have possibly become this weak and still be on top of my game in so many other areas….right? Come on, I need a little support here.

The safety cap thing is a good idea — push down and turn. It keeps kids from easily opening medicine bottles that could harm them. I’m all for it! But I do take issue with some of the containers of household cleaning supplies. I cannot push down, squeeze, and turn…or maybe it’s squeeze, push down and turn….whatever it is, it takes me about three tries before I get the bottle of toilet bowl cleaner open and I wasn’t that nuts about having to use it in the first place!

My mother used to can everything she could get her hands on every summer. She always left the screw on bands on the jars after processing because she was concerned that without the band, the can might come unsealed and spoil. And, she always kept a hammer in the kitchen.

Now, I’ve canned quite a bit the past few years, but most of the time I take the screw bands off the jars and reuse them. However, on occasion, I’ve left a few bands on and when it comes time to use whatever I’ve canned I can’t get the ring off the jar. It has welded itself to the glass. Running hot water might release it, but chances are, other than using a blowtorch, that ring isn’t coming off.

Then I remembered my mother’s hammer. It was a cute little thing. It had a brass colored metal handle that held tiny screwdrivers in the base. When she had a stubborn jar to open, out came that hammer. She’d tell me, “just tunk it gently around the outside edge and it will come open”, and it always did. So, I have a little hammer in my kitchen also. It isn’t as cute as the one my mother had, but it gets the job done.

And now another thought….

I have to find a new doctor and I’m bummed! I was sure that if I found a physician that was 25 years plus younger than myself, I’d expire before she did and I wouldn’t have to break in someone new. Well, the thought was good. I’ll really miss her….she laughed at my jokes….didn’t yell if her scales didn’t work right when I stepped on them….and made me feel like she really cared about what was going on in my life.

Oh, she didn’t kick off, she’s alive and well and will be starting a new phase of her medical career in the next few weeks. But I have to shop for a new doctor and it won’t be easy to find someone who can read my mind like she did. I’ve practiced medicine via Web MD for a number of years and before that I consulted a Funk and Wagnall’s Medical Journal my mother used in her “practice”. So I’m looking for a physician who can tolerate me. Please call if you have any suggestions.

Pauline Jaquish is the author of “Uncommon Sense.” You can reach her at Pj646@centurytel.net.

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Pauline Jaquish is the author of “Uncommon Sense.” You can reach her at Pj646@centurytel.net.

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