My mom died two years ago tonight.
I still miss her every day.
I got to thinking about an event from September 24, 2022. I realized I never recorded it here. I was able to track it down on Facebook, but there's a lot more to the story:
The story actually began a few months earlier. A friend's cat had gone missing. She was fairly sure it was still somewhere in or around her apartment. I happened to know where she lived - it was a building where I had gone to poetry readings back in the before-times. I hadn't been there in a few years, and more importantly, I hadn't seen this friend in many years. I have a large Havahart trap that I have used to catch groundhogs, one mystery animal that might have been a skunk, and numerous cats, and I volunteered to bring it up to her. It was one of my first major outings since getting vaccinated against COVID-19. I made the hour-plus trip up, showed her how to set and open the trap, chose a likely-looking location to place it, and then spent about another hour catching up - all while standing ten feet apart. We eventually made our goodbyes, and, after a false alarm when we heard something moving in the dark, I began the hour-plus trip home.
The cat randomly showed up at her apartment door later that night.
For one reason or another, I wasn't able to make it back up to retrieve the trap for several months. Eventually we made plans for me to come up. I was late getting out of the house, as usual, and arrived right around sunset. My friend handed over the trap. I put it in the car, and then we stood around talking and catching up. The night got darker and the stars came out. We were looking at the night sky and talking when suddenly something came into view.
I didn't know what it was. It looked like a comet with multiple tails, but it was moving so fast across the sky - about as fast as a distant airplane - that if it really were a comet, it would be so close that we would be in big trouble. As I noted on Facebook, I also thought it might be a rocket - or maybe a missile. Being a Gen X Cold War Kid, the terrifying thought of seeing ICBMs crossing the sky has never left me. I had not heard anything about rocket launches that day, and I hadn't heard any rumors of war. I tried to capture it with my phone, but failed, badly.
My friend lived in a dead zone for my cell phone. I wasn't able to access the Internet to check the news, and I wasn't able to call out to see if anyone else knew what was going on. I made my goodbyes to my friend, hopped in the car, and headed home. After about twenty minutes I was in a position where I could call home, call my mother. (Back then, that was still an option.) She hadn't heard anything on the news, but would call my sister to see if she had heard anything. I continued on my drive home.
By the time I got home my mom had gotten in touch with my sister, who confirmed that what I had seen was a planned Space X launch from Cape Canaveral. It had traveled up the eastern seaboard and been seen and photographed by many people, none of whom had been aware of the launch. Even my cousin had seen it and had gotten some excellent photos.
Three months and three days later, my mom's leg would break as she was heading out to meet some friends with my sister. That would be the first in a series of events that would result in her death on February 24, 2023 - five months after I had seen a mysterious rocket crossing the sky.
Update, 3/22/2025: So Facebook did the Facebook thing, as expected.
NOTE: Apparently, the photos above are displaying as live links to Facebook. which means that if Facebook ever changes their file structure (again), the links will be broken. Here's a screen grab of the linked content:
Yet another one. This time, with eggs.
Groceries purchased at Weis, 1 Weis Plaza, Nanticoke PA, 2/21/2025
Weis Quality All-Purpose Flour, 5 lb bag: $2.49 (up 10 cents since 1/25/2025)
Indian Head Yellow Cornmeal, 2 lb bag: $1.79
Celery, bunch: $1.99
White Potatoes, 5 lb bag: $4.99
McIntosh apples, 3 lb bag: $4.99
Red Seedless Grapes: $3.49/lb
Weis Quality Cottage Cheese, 1 lb: $2.19 (24 oz. out of stock)
Weis Quality Butter, 1 lb: $3.99
Weis Quality 2% milk, gallon: $4.39
EGGS
Dozen: $7.49 (did not purchase)
Carton of 18: $11.19 (purchased for $2.99 with 100 Weis Club Reward Points)
Gas prices as of 2/21/2025
Sam's Club, Wilkes-Barre: $3.09/gallon
Food Express, Sans Souci Parkway, Hanover Township (nearest): $3.159/gallon (Cash price; credit is $3.259/gallon)
Ever since my mom's car was t-boned at an intersection as she was driving to church back in 2000, she had suffered from chronic pain. She sought help with it from many sources, including chiropractors, nerve blocks, and regular visits to pain specialists. When medicinal marijuana was legalized in Pennsylvania, her pain specialist suggested that she consider giving it a try.
It took some doing, but eventually we got her a medical marijuana license. We went to the store recommended by her pain specialist. It was a little storefront in a strip mall that I had never noticed before. The store itself consisted of a small waiting room, a receptionist, a tiny consultation room, and a larger back room. I was with her for the consultation, making sure she wasn't getting ripped off or otherwise taken advantage of. The place seemed adequately legitimate. Only she was allowed into the back room to be presented with the available product, so I waited in the waiting room, perusing the printed catalogue with product names that sounded straight out of a drug dealer's vocabulary (the one I remember was "Birthday Cake," though another one I remember involved a gorilla.) I watched a television loop through presentations on issues facing today's marijuana enthusiast community hosted by two likely-looking guys, and learned how to make hemp milk with hemp seeds. I flipped through the stack of marijuana-related magazines. Eventually my mom emerged from the back room with a medicine bottle containing a few gelatin capsules with what was purported to be just the right ratio of THC to CBD.
She wasn't especially happy with the results, which made her feel spaced out but didn't particularly address her pain issues. We went back a few more times to try different formulations. It was always a bit of an outing for us: somewhere new and strange, different from anywhere we usually went. I tried to observe and absorb as much of the environment as I could. Eventually the catalogue went away, and then the TV, and then the magazines that had articles about artistic macrophotography of marijuana buds and the science of terpenoids and aromatic terpenes, the pungent scents associated with unburned marijuana and some other things, including citrus fruits. (I have learned that some marijuana preparations include artificially adding citrus terpenes to give them a characteristic scent.) In the end - I think this was before I had a smart phone - it was just me and my thoughts, and the other people in the waiting room.
I remember the last visit pretty clearly. It was a cool and rainy day. The waiting area was fairly crowded as I waited for my mom to emerge from the back room. I listened to the conversations around me - the burly motorcyclist with chronic back pain, the 20-something woman who announced how wonderful the smell of marijuana hanging in the air was as she entered - but eventually I heard the tap-tap-tap of my mother's cane as she prepared to exit from the back room. I rose up out of my tiny cramped plastic chair, stretched out my spine to my full height, and squared my shoulders. The door opened and my mom came out, a little old lady in her mid-80s, immaculately dressed, tapping along with her cane. The room was filled with murmured "Awww"s and a "How cute!" from the 20-something as I approached my mom and gave her my arm to walk her out of the shop.
Her license expired soon after that and we didn't renew it. She was never happy with any of the formulations she tried, and we decided that the bother and expense were not worth it. Still, I have my own fond memories of the place, and the smell of marijuana-associated terpenes - even from a peeled grapefruit - remind me of my mom.
(This post was inspired by a Twitter post by Dr. Ally Louks, Ph.D. about the scent-associations of cigarette smoke, and a response regarding the particular smell of marijuana smoke.)
(Yes, I realize I just did one of these for a shopping trip two weeks later. But this one has some items that I want to start tracking - produce and, most especially, eggs. We're currently in the early stages of an Avian Flu pandemic, and egg-laying chickens are being culled by the millions, so egg prices are rising dramatically.)
Groceries purchased at Weis, 1 Weis Plaza, Nanticoke PA, 1/25/2025
Weis Quality Flour, All-Purpose, 5 lb bag: $2.39
Sunkist Navel Oranges, 8 lb bag: $9.99
McIntosh Apples, 3 lb bag: $4.99
Celery, bunch: $1.99
Red Seedless Grapes: $3.49/lb
Onions, 3 lb bag: $2.99
Iceberg Lettuce, head: $2.49
Dozen Large Eggs, Weis: $6.59
Gas prices for 2/16/2025, 87 octane unleaded:
Sam's Club, Wilkes-Barre: $3.09/gallon
Food Express, Sans Souci Parkway, Hanover Township (nearest): $3.16/gallon (Cash price; credit is $3.26/gallon)
I don't particularly like English Muffins. But a while back I remembered I do like English Muffin bread. I had only ever had one type: Cholmondley's.
I don't remember how old I was the first time I had this. It's a heavier sort of bread, full of holes that recreate the "nooks and crannies" of Thomas's English Muffins, and it has a unique taste. I last had it a few years ago, probably before the COVID-19 pandemic began. I looked for it again in my local supermarket recently and simply couldn't find it. I tried looking it up online and found it available from a few scattered shops, but the price plus shipping was ridiculously high. So then I decided to look for some recipes online. I found one that looked easy enough and used only a few ingredients. I tried it out - I haven't tried making bread in about 30 years - and the end result was delicious. I've made it every weekend since then, gradually refining my process, and it has never failed to please.
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Last week's loaves |
I may start doing these more often. My last one was in June of 2024.
This wasn't a big shopping trip, so I'm listing everything here.
Groceries purchased at Weis, 1 Weis Plaza, Nanticoke PA
Weis Quality Whole Bran Flakes (17.3 ounces): $2.50
Maier's Seeded Italian Bread: $3.49
McIntosh apples, 3 lb. bag: $4.99
Red Seedless Grapes: $3.49/lb
White Potatoes, 5 lb. bag: $4.99
Turkey Hill Ice Cream, 1.44 quarts: $3.99
Weis Quality Cottage Cheese, 24 oz: $2.89
Weis Quality Whipped Butter, 8 oz: $2.79
Weis Quality 2% milk, gallon: $4.39
Fancy Feast dry cat food, chicken & turkey, 7 lbs: $9.99
Large plain pizza purchased at Antonio's, Nanticoke 2/9/2025: $16.32 (cash price)
Gas prices as of 2/11/2025
Sam's Club, Wilkes-Barre: $3.08/gallon
Food Express, Sans Souci Parkway, Hanover Township (nearest): $3.16/gallon (Cash price; credit is $3.26/gallon)
Exchange rates for 2/11/2025 from xe.com
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