Being Cool

As far as cooking, I have hot hands. I can get anything out of a cold mold by using my hands but melt pastry and chocolate, which may explain why I don’t do desserts. But that’s another kind of cool.

I’ve always been an odd pea, out of the pod. While I use an avatar of her unique work, it’s a beautiful Civil War-era quilt with painstaking detail of flowers that she has re-worked and re-conditioned that is another family heirloom I love. I believe it’s a hexagonal design and pastel quilt (I say that because as we are in temporary lodging the quilts are with their maker for safekeeping). Later on, as dementia set in, a couple of very strange hexagonal patterns emerged and were stitched at the edges of the quilt. One is black and green, the other orange and black. I liken this as Jim and me, peas out of the pod, who came together later in life. We miss both quilts and all our belongings and hope to find a home to place them in very soon.

I was always a pea out of the pod. Taking up guitar the past few months has been interesting. First I had a more restrained teacher, and now I’m with a drummer who does electric guitar and other instruments. I told a college buddy who just had lunch with a mutual friend that my teacher was trying to make me cool at age 50 and that if I wasn’t even cool at 20 he’s got a tough road ahead. My old friend said I was always cool at age 20, just didn’t know it, and that they wouldn’t have hung with me if I wasn’t cool.

So let’s sing some London Homesick Blues (“Armadillo” for the Swamp) for the boys. Go for it, Jerry Jeff Walker. I’ll try to catch you in concert sometime, as I know how cold it gets in London/Glasgow. Let’s try for TX. How about Gruene Hall? With the Swamp?

Love goes out to friends Wils, Led, Boz, Chomper and friends. Put ELO on the stereo and let Chomper play air guitar. Chomper, get in touch, I just took up acoustic.

They said I was cool! And I never cooked for these guys so they don’t know how cool I am with more than a hot pot and popcorn maker and vial of vile instant iced tea. Here’s to us, Dee