Today is disrespect Dee Day.
It started at seven this morning. I always have a song in my heart, every morning and today it was Harry Chapin’s Taxi. I sang a few poignant words to the guys downstairs “She said how are you Harry, I said how are you Sue, Through the too many miles and two little smiles I still remember you.”
They looked at me blankly. I said that it was a 70’s song, probably before they were born, and they replied “Yeah WAY before.”
Then I finally got to the grocery where pumpkins and gourds are all over the place. I was looking at them and a woman came by that looked older than me and I asked “Does anyone do pumpkins anymore?” She replied “I do, but I have kids.” Ding #2. She didn’t have any kids with her and neither did I. Where is this coming from? I buy candy every year and no-one ever comes even though every kid in the neighborhood knows me, loves our dog and knows where we live.
I’m waiting for the third slam as things as bad things come in threes, which should be a doozie. Luckily my brother-in-law doesn’t read this blog else he’d make something up to break the bank. Calling me “sis” has its advantages!
As far as songs go I can’t predict what my mind will select but next week it may turn to the person formerly known as Cat Stevens, now Yusuf Islam. something from Tea for the Tillerman, anyone? I love having young whippersnappers tell me how old I am.
Regardless of negative comments I’m thinking about taking you with me on a journey with perhaps a slightly different storyline as I’ll be sued for publishing recipes online even with proper attribution. The Feminist Homemaker got me hired at Sundance as a PR volunteer. If the title alone could make Sundance call me for two hour-long interviews it’s OK with me.
Hope you’re having a great day. I’m also hoping the interior window cleaners will actually show up (they didn’t last year) because the outside folks did that yesterday and it would be nice to actually see the view we pay for! Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 