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Pendulums

Yes, they swing. Witness Mitt Romney during the 2012 presidential campaign:

“There are 47 percent of the people who will vote for the president no matter what. All right, there are 47 percent who are with him, who are dependent upon government, who believe that they are victims, who believe the government has a responsibility to care for them, who believe that they are entitled to health care, to food, to housing, to you-name-it. That that’s an entitlement. And the government should give it to them. And they will vote for this president no matter what…These are people who pay no income tax.”

That is patently untrue. Now said party is trying to hold the entire citizenry of the United States of America hostage by shutting down the government to keep affordable health care from senior citizens, the poor and middle class. As I recall, Newt Gingrich tried that and it failed miserably. But you go ahead and don’t learn from your mistakes.

This moment I’m calling it Romney’s Revenge because he started this version of healthcare in MA then went against it as his party decided to kill it by calling it Obamacare and saying our President was not a US citizen. They were lame attempts that failed in the end.

A party that tries to tell us how to live our lives and that we’re not worthy of being citizens in this great nation, then licks its wounds after political losses and blames voters for it, is on the wrong path.

To Republicans, you cannot want to win and not include independents like me, and exclude everyone you don’t like from the tent for being Latino, gay, or all your touchpoints. The tea partiers don’t bring anything to the table and ostracize potential voters.

Why do I tell you this? I am a moderate. I would prefer the political pendulum swing from 60-40 for whatever party is in power. Personally, I believe the fewer laws passed in Congress each session the better, like the budget and one or two major issues per year. And limit the pork barrel budget.

I see more money going into campaigns and much longer campaign lengths that may start the day a servant of the people is elected. You’re elected to represent us, not you.

Right now I see an avaricious Congress only looking into posturing for next year and the Presidential election and ignoring the people they have been elected to represent. That goes for both parties but mostly for the desperate one which is grasping at straws. Trouble is, it’s a hurricane and straws can only go so far.

I am concerned that the Republican Party’s cow-towing to the extreme right wing troublesome not only for the party but for the country. When the platform is all about exclusion, who is going to vote for your candidates? You do the math.

When there is a close electoral win in Senate or House, there was a need to talk across the aisle. Gifted legislators such as LBJ, Tip O’Neill, and Sam Rayburn knew that. Now everything seems fragmented and I’d love to be a fly in those hallways to see if you even say a brief “good morning” to your political opponent.

Perhaps many of us would like to know if you ever talk with each other as that would be telling. In the meantime, could you possibly spend a few moments thinking about the welfare of your constituents and of the American people instead of yourself and your re-election campaign? Thanks, Dee

Business as Usual

No matter what party has the majority (today it’s Senate and President) in election years politicians of every stripe pick at any sores the opposition might have and try to drive the message home.

Unfortunately the Tea Party Republicans have nothing to do but try to de-fund their constituents from getting health care. I have worked in politics and do not now but I can say this is the equivalent of shooting oneself in the foot, politically.

In case I need to remind Congress, we live under a Constitution in a representative democracy.

For years I’ve never seen elected person representing or working for me or my neighbors, only for themselves to make them more powerful and have more money.

This Republican/Tea Party offensive to keep the elderly and poor and those with pre-existing conditions from buying health care is offensive and driven by insurance and health care lobbyists.

What is business as usual is that they use issues like this so they can bargain down and get pork barrel projects in the federal budget. This, and a supreme health care package for life, is what you elect Congress to do for their “constituents.” Oh no, we can’t get their health care package. We have to deal with what we get from employers, who are already cutting back.

Why don’t we all run against these guys and gals and get our own supreme health care package for life? Sounds like a plan to me. Enough. Dee

Dear Mr. Stephenson,

Dear Randall Stephenson, CEO of AT&T. Your tech center is down. How much does it cost you when they can’t process online payments? A lot. Here’s my story.

Your company has brought me to hell and back today because I tried to pay a $190 wireless bill. It took two hours and my time is worth much more than the bill I paid, which ended up being more than the due amount because they would not tell me what was due and I rounded up from past bills in case you dinged us for underpaying.

I don’t write checks anymore because it’s easier to pay bills online and I pay mine on time every month for many years. Today after your tech people failed and the system went down, your call center staff was rude and would not help me. I asked for accounting. They would not tell me the amount owed. I am on the account but had to provide information I could not do so at the time. Apparently I switched my husband’s last four SSN numbers to mine.

With accounting still not telling me the amount owed while telling me I am on the account they said my husband has to call them to allow access or I have to go to an AT&T office with passport or drivers’ license to actually call in to pay a bill when your online bill payment is down. And as an additional slap in the face I had to pay a $5 penalty for calling in. I pay our bills on time and will not let your inept staff keep me from doing so.

I told them that I pay the bills and placed my husband’s name on the account. They said I could go to an office and switch names on the account (even though I’m on it) and I would be solely responsible for any charges incurred.

I said that to get the account nearly ten years ago my husband was not required to go to an office and show his passport or drivers’ license to get an account for our iPhones. Of course I’m “just the wife” so I have to go to an office with ID to pay our monthly bill because your computers are down.

As we age, I pay the bills and do yours online on the due date each month. If something happened to my husband what would happen if I was “just the wife” on an account trying to pay my phone and utility bills every month? You can do better, sir, and should for the millions of families you serve. Think of the military where spouses are here with families while their loved ones are at war. Think about it. You must do better. Respectfully, Dee

Culinary Innovations

This is on the QT, readers. It’s a synonym for “cleaning out the frig.” Don’t tell my husband, as he’s allergic to anything that grows or moves and leftovers do not hold a kind place in his great heart.

Except for culinary innovations, new dishes his dearest wife prepares with thought and care.

Yesterday I had a beautiful small butternut squash that I wanted to roast for a curried soup this weekend. A little olive oil, salt and pepper and it was ready to go, but that’s another story.

I had two perfect young carrots roasted the other day, and two potatoes baked when we decided to go out to dinner. I added a small onion and roasted all together, keeping the squash in for longer of course.

Then I cooked some stellette (little stars) while I chopped and sauteed all the veg, including some Campari tomatoes plus a piece of kielbasa I had in the frig. The pasta was drained and the rest placed on top and we had a new dish! He liked it and didn’t even want Parmigiano Reggiano on top!

It gives cooks everywhere hope that the word leftover is no longer a bad thing. I once told my mother-in-law that anytime we had leftovers he’d just say “let’s go out” and I asked what she did when he was a kid living in the country. “Eat your dinner.” ‘Nuff said. Except that my steak, cooked rare on the grill, makes his steak and eggs in the morning something special and he loves it.

As I only have seven blogs to go ’til 2,000 perhaps that’s an idea. It is unfortunately one, after he reads this, that my husband will not embrace. Grandma’s Wisdom? Putting together things that are home cooked and renewing them for another day. It’s not Sandra Lee with a box of this and can of that. It’s good home-cooked food that is re-invented.

Oh, he’ll read this tomorrow and  really hate it and won’t help me change over if I decide to do it! We’ll see. I’d still keep the stories and family and politics in it, whatever the concept. But I may be away for a few weeks so y’all take care. Dee

Art

Years ago I framed my own pictures. Of course I was just out of college and making little at my job so I used posters I found on family travels and had them put on foam core and glass cut, and used uniframes. These are plastic clips that tie the glass to the picture on foam core.

After years, the edges start to separate. My husband cut his hand one the other day.

I like to get art framed and enjoy making framing decisions with experts. What I’ve learned in terms of home safety is not to leave sharp glass in any entryway or hallway. I can save some of my Italian madonnas and saints for a far office wall.

If someone is going to brush by raw glass, that’s a negative. Frame it or put it elsewhere. So, I’ve re-done our entry completely. It’s not perfect but it’s a start.

If you look to the right of the front door eyes are on a Tuscan lake, something like the lake we look at every day. Then there’s a painting of an Aboriginal design, very colorful. Both were done by my father, who took up painting at age 80.

Then there’s a crayon picture sent to me by my dear Aunt this year, that I did at age five of Dorothy (little me), the scarecrow, the cowardly lion and the tin man. It’s my husband’s favorite so I framed and hung it but it doesn’t belong there, he wants it in his office.

Is it safe to say I don’t uniframe anymore? I’m concerned in passageways of guests getting hurt by glass. Yes, I usually double-mat and pick a suitable wood or metal frame for anything for keeping for life, plus do a conservation glass that filters out 98% of sunlight.

We also have two lovely family quilts on the walls so I take down the blinds every morning so that they are safe from sunlight as well. Lest you think we’re on a large country estate, we are in a 1,200 sf city apartment with two bedrooms and baths.

For students and newlyweds there are plastic frames with cardboard backing that will work for now. Also glass frames that don’t need matting. I have my best photo in a simple frame with no matting. It is important to me because his mother gave me that frame the day we met. Yes, we met all the parents, then eloped and called them.

M now has a pear tree and a red oak and crape myrtle for Mothers’ Day and needs to know that the five days of interrogation before I married her eldest son were summed up in one poignant moment: she already knew we’d have memories to celebrate so she gave me a picture frame the moment we arrived from the airport. J gave me two dozen roses upon arrival. I think they thought their son was serious about this girl he brought to dinner half a country away.

Of course we had separate rooms. Others had to sleep in the den or on the sofa. M gave me a 100 year-old quilt from her greats and we pieced together one of hers from the ’70’s. In closing I will tell you that I engineered much of this entry way with Dad’s paintings and colors to bring one into the living room with M’s highly colored quilt that we designed to have all the seasons. It is a joy to me and my husband and will always be with us. Memories? Let me know. Dee

Texas Gents

Yes, I’ve the good fortune to be married to one and have several more kin on his side of the family.

Yesterday my m-i-l called wanting to collect on her pear tree we gave her for Mother’s Day. She never got the gift certificate and they’ve pear trees ready. I went through my bank records back to last year’s Mother’s Day. Nothing. They went through theirs. Nothing.

Until they found her name and my husband’s credit card number. It’s an old one because a waiter stole his number and tried to charge thousands of dollars on it. Luckily the bank’s fraud section was on it and cancelled it immediately and gave him a temporary one within hours.

This Texas Gent declined to take payment until M picks up her tree. I gave him a new card number and upped it to two pear trees but he’s going to try to sell her on one Asian Pear and that’s OK with us. He, Sir Steve, is setting aside the best pear trees for the Lady of the Day. All is set and paid for and there’s nothing like living in the country! Or at least staying there from time to time. Everyone waves on the road when I’m out walking the dog. What’s not to love about that?

Trust is a dwindling resource between crime, 9/11, TSA and of course NSA. A couple of years ago a guy from my home town sent my husband some woodworking equipment. No money. Just pay if you want it and otherwise send it back. It turns out we worked at the same place one summer and never met. Trust and Texas Gents. Words of the day.

Now where can I have a great boy’s cowboy boot handmade for me? No, I’m not talking about me and shoes. ‘Nuff said that Mom told me my sister should get two pair for school and I should wear the boxes.

Cheers and here’s to the great ladies of TX as well! Yes, I know many more of them than gents. We cook and clean and chat while the guys nap and watch The Game (Thanksgiving, Aggies vs. UT, we’re Aggies). Dee

Snow and Turkeys

It is September 18, a Wednesday. My husband called from work at 9:45 this morning to schedule something. I had the dishwasher and washing machine running at the same time so ran for my desk for some peace and quiet next to the window on a high floor, well for here, anyway.

Sometimes nature has to give a person a wake-up call. It was pouring down rain and all of a sudden for about 15 seconds there were tiny snowflakes floating by and two big birds, and one little one across our major street.

They were trying to cross the road. There are wild turkeys out here in the near-town suburbs! After six months of my hard work and a couple of nasty (human) fatalities in the neighborhood, the city finally started curb cuts and crosswalks. Now for the past few weeks we’ve had one but now cars speed up with me and our little hipless dog out there, don’t slow or stop.

The three made it across the road and all of a sudden a fourth, another little one, must have yelled “Mom! Dad! Don’t leave me!” and he/she parted traffic as if were the Red Sea and made it back to the family.

What nature reminds me of is that this weekend we need to get flights to Nanny’s for Thanksgiving. The dog will be taken care of. Just think of snow and turkeys and Thanksgiving. Do not fret, the wild turkeys here are safe, from us anyway.

Last year we drove for three days to get to Thanksgiving, with said dog. We call it the dog-cation because my husband insisted on staying inside major cities en route and I’d rather stay in a 2.5 star off the highway where I can actually take her for walks and it’s cool enough to park the car right outside the windows of a burger place so we can keep an eye on her. Now hotels make dog owners sign complicated papers that prohibit ever leaving your dog in the room. Not that we would as she’d rather be in the car or with her pack.

It was a good visit (we left her with my in-laws shortly after arriving and went out for pizza, alone). The road to and from was not easy and so we’ll leave her with someone she loves and fly this time. Depending upon flights, that will leave me plenty of time to cook up some great dishes with my mother-in-law, which we only get to do once a year now.

Said m-i-l was disappointed that our dog would not be there this year because she’s great at picking up the occasional crumb from the kitchen floor! Cheers and make your arrangements soon to see family for the holidays. Dee

ps My dishes this year are expected to include: boursin and crackers; spinach balls if B isn’t making them from the recipe I gave her when she married into the family; mincemeat tarts, a staple in my family; [Oh, heavens, it’s snowing again!] brussels sprout and cauliflower gratin (a big hit last year); and perhaps a corn pudding that has done well with folks around here but hasn’t made it yet south of the Red River.

pps After Thanksgiving it may be time to cook up a big batch of chili with some homemade cornbread. Where better to grind and cook beef than a cattle ranch! Oh, as an honorary Texan I’ll tell you that LBJ and Lady Bird served a version of this chili to JFK and 5,000 guests at their ranch outside Austin in summer 1962. Of COURSE there are no beans in my chili. I know I’d be drummed out of the family if I went and did that!

Flying And Spice

My husband awakened and was reading on his iPhone about 2:30 last night. When the sun comes up here early summer it’s 4:15 in the morning. Now it’s more like 5:15 so I keep the shades closed enough that our dog can see out.

We talked for a few minutes then saw a flood of planes that weren’t coming into here, but I believe to Chicago and they must be all the cargo planes that come in overnight. It was amazing! Then the clouds parted and I saw the stars, the Big Dipper.

Hubby has always wanted to fly. No time right now. There’s too much going on.

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As to spice, I did another version of Lady Bird Johnson’s Pedernales River Chili that she served to LBJ, President JFK and 5,000 guests in the summer of 1962. 4.5 lbs. of beef fed 11 people so far and it’s now gone. It was good. Must deal with other things. Dee

Things You Cannot Do

Ah, that’s a tough one but the issue must be dealt with. I talked to a dear friend from college today who is terminally ill.

I am able, today to say that he taught me the first thing I could not do. My husband is a physicist and I can’t do that either but this is why.

I shadowed my senior classmate at a nursing home. I was majoring in social work and he knew everyone’s name and whether to take their hand, the name of the deceased spouse and every child.

That day, I made an appointment with my Advisor and changed majors. All I wanted to do is cry, and I knew I’d end up with 14 foster children and no way to house or feed them.

My Dad always told me I could be President, or anything else I wanted. I realized at age 18 that I couldn’t be a social worker. This man is dying and won’t receive treatment. He gave me the gift of telling me who I could not be and I owe him for that gift. He gifted me to transition it and I helped thousands of dogs and cats and feral cats and now have my girl Zoe, Greek for “life.” We had to take out her hips but she runs like the wind and is nearly ten years old now.

Led. You closed a door but opened a window. Be well and I’ll learn that song for you. Anything you need just let me or W know. Dee

Solutions

I believe I was made for this role, whether helping a client, lifting my old dog up to the bed or helping talk and sing my husband to sleep when he has issues on his mind.

In the end I tend to think outside the box. As a problem solver that’s a good thing. I wake up at 3:00 in the morning with my best ideas, some of which have been implemented to great success.

What do you need? How can I help you get it? No, I can’t help you get the model in the magazine. That’s not my line of work.

Relationship problems? With dating or marriage? Not really. I listen and know one thing. If a friend, wife or husband comes to you with issues, listen only. Do not say so-and-so is the biggest jerk you’ve ever met because when they get back together tomorrow you’ll be the one in the dog house. That is wisdom.

I prefer to deal with other relationship problems like clients and organizational issues. Personal relationships are a part of that but usually solving the business portion takes care of a lot of that, and it may include reorganization and firing or not.

Age and wisdom, combined are a strong cup of tea, though I usually ingest herbal, lemon and hibiscus actually. I miss working but cannot keep a practice and my family and now, my family is more important.

This post is dedicated to my Dad, for allowing and encouraging me to think outside the box, my brother for acting upon it and my husband for putting up with me and the dog. Cheers! Dee