A Fridge That Does Your Shopping

You know that moment when you are in the supermarket aisle and you know there is something missing in the fridge that you were going to replace, but can’t remember?

Or you wonder which vegetables you wanted and you wish you could just ring your fridge and ask it to tell you?

Well now you can!

My son was telling me about the latest fridge that you can look up on your smartphone app which connects with a camera inside your fridge and you can actually stand in the supermarket and see what you’ll need. I kid-you-not!

Not only that it’s has a screen on the door that you can use to bring up a recipe to cook, or call up children’s school program and see whether you should be planning something. The the options appear endless because it links online as a cmputer.

You you can be playing music, or watching a movie, catching the quiz on tv or possiblySkyping family overseas so they can watch you cook.

It even keps food cold and fresh, or frozen! Who would have thought it!

I thought my son must be kidding so I looked it up on Google and here it is. In JB Hifi at Kotara, right on my doorstep. This I have got to try.

He then started to tell me about a fridge that you could change around so that one side could be a freezer when you had a lot of frozen items or you could make that the chilling ing side instead and the other side could be the freezer, just by fkickng a switch, but my head just wouldn’t go there.

I used to think having a fridge that made ice cubes in the door was the Bees knees but this refrigerator they call a Family Hub takes the biscuit – and the ice cream, pardon the pantry pun. Oh crumbs.

PS. The style is called a French Door Fridge, and I was going to say ‘but I bet it doesnt speak French, ha ha’, but then I thought that with Google translate it probably does. Bloomin’ eck.

Forgotten whats in your fridge? Look on your smartphone! Click pic for more details on website

The Nicest Thing You Can Say

“I forget you have Parkinsons” my helper said as I was struggling to get out of tthe car after our two hour outing. For a professional to say that was praise indeed, for I try hard to stay on top of it.

We had set off for the little shopping centre at Jewells with the great bargain shop that is chokkers with things you forgot you needed, like another $2.50 long-handled grabber and 4 old- fashioned ce cream dishes,

AAA batteries, 3 cans of turqoise spray paint for the outdoor metal bench, some craft clay for kneading to strengthen my weak left arm, plus set of wooden tools to work it (spent a happy hour on Youtube later while horizontal learning how to make things with it. Will take it up to the big table in the community hall during the week and have a go. Should be good for hand brain workout.)

Back to what I call The Treasure Cavern: I have a shopping list app on my phone that works really well, and kept me mainly on track, if you dont count the sundae dishes…and the windmills in the photos. Another weird item I was looking for was a shopping list pad that consists of money- sized colour prints of banknotes from $100 down. Had a bit of fun writing notes on the backs of $100 and handing those over! Used ones decorate my old bookcase as a reminder to keep writing. Yes it may be weird, but it works. My life. I am giving everyone a handfull of banknotes with their Xmas present – in the form of a notepad. Its the thought that counts.

I had left my helper talking to another client we ran into – at my request – and enjoyed looking at the myriad items with the improved focus of my last eye injection. $70 later at the checkout and my usual cheery chat with JJ, who never tries to rip you off like some dollar shops do.

Remembered powdered cinnamon and avocado garlic dressing from the organic veg shop, and we headed into what I call ‘The Geriatric Cafe’ because it is always full of pensioners. We had a laugh at the notice on the counter

but decided to barge in anyway!

I got halfway through my tasty bacon and egg roll when I hit the wall. What they call ‘off time’, when the levadopamine has worn off and the next dose is due…speaking of which…Made the mistake of deciding to wait the 20 mins till I got home – paid later in pain.

I am not conscious that I slow down like the Energiser bunny on the wrong batteries until it is pointed out, because my thinking slows as well, even my speech apparently.

So that was when my helper remarked, in a complimentary way, ‘Sometimes forget you have Parkinsons’, as I was just slowly getting hold of my walker (called Harley) for the longest walk home (the same few short metres I did easily earlier, got in the door, took my tablets, lay down leaving shopping iin bags, moaned and groaned while my muscles protested at the change of gravity, and fell asleep.

But it was a good fun day. Today is Saturday, my horizontal recharging day. I am writing this lying down. My mind says eagerly ‘lets go out and drag the bench over to the grass and give it 3 cans of turquoise spray paint, c’mon!’ My body says, abruptly. ‘Shutup!’

One of the items I didnt realise I needed till I saw it! Got two.


Note: compulsive behaviour is a side-effect of Parkinsons. I consider mine impulsive behaviour, but I have always been that way. Other recognised side effects are gambling (does the occasional $2 lottery ticket count), and increased sex drive. Still waiting.

Its Pleasant Peasant Pizza Night!

My kitchen smells divine, and Rustic Italin.I used to go out with a rustic Italian. Too tired to do much, but made a pizza to share with my neighour.

Not being one for following tradition, and espousing Dominos, I add herbs to my plain flour, and minced garlic, before adding the olive oil and yeast mixture I have kick-started as dried yeast in a cup of warm water with a pinch of sugar.

By the time I am ready to go it is frothing at the bit and hot to trot. I mix it all together using a knife, gathering it all together, then …timer weñt. Here it is

Actually the photos don’t do it justice, there looks to bè way too much cheese while the thinly cut ham is hiding. Ìt is actually a pleasant blend of flavours; ham cheese pineapple mushroom, à tiny bit of onion and mozzarella thinky slice, topped with shaved oarneañover a garlic and herb base that acts as garlic and herb bread combined. The crispy but soft-inside base is spread with chunky Italian pasta sauce instead of stronger tomato paste. ‘It’s a wee bit goormay’ we would say in Scotland. An Aussie may say, ‘you’re havin’ yerself on mate’, but an English person may wrinkle the nose and say ‘it looks positively disgusting’. I guess you have to be there?


2.15 am and by the picture stage above I realised I had already broaçhed the same subject in the same way not many posts previously. That is twice now I have repeated yself. Actually I had to go bacķ in to finish writing it now because Ì was too tired to think.

My body is biting at me back big time for treating it with such disrespect yesterday. Way too much protein and at the wrong times to interfere with my medication absorption. Now having a massive fibromyalgia attack. could hardlý get out of bed boy did it hurt to move. I’ve got the restless legs going on underneath but not obviously tremors on the outside apart from my left arm being jerky and the restless legs. I woke up from a nightmare when I thought I was suffocating. I was feeling it hard to breathe in the dream then once awake. What’s up? Maybe it was sleep apnoea? No indigestion thank goodness but I had slept through my 10pm overnight Madopar which I have just taken with paracetamol. I was really overtired all yesterday from staying awake to watch too many comedy clips on YouTube by Ladbaby, a couple could come from Nottingham, 20 miles from Worksop, where I lived. You may notice squiggly tails on some of the letters, caused by very light fremors in my hands. Im giving up here now because my mind is doing mini mind shutdowns. Back to sleep I hope 2.41am

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