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So Long, Farewell

Auf Wiederzehn, good bye. That old song from The Sound of Music is choking me up today as I let memorable things go. They’re going to those in need, but in order to live here without a garage or significant storage space, we had to lose them.

And there’s more. Hubby wants his physics notebooks shredded and I’ll wait on that one because I think he’ll want to store that mass of knowledge. I’ve more books and clothing but gave away a lot of duplicate kitchen stuff today (box graters, salad bowls).

As one ages and tries not to hoard, it is painful to see things go that mean something to us. But we just can’t be mobile if these things we haven’t seen for 3-20 years are weighing us down. It’s as simple as shirts that are clean and have been hanging in storage for three years should be given to a legitimate non-profit organization that helps large tall men get a job!

Womens’ clothing is different. Even though I buy classic clothing, stuff I wore 15 years ago is hopelessly out of date and it would cost a fortune to dryclean it to have a non-profit sell it for $2 apiece.

We’re working on it. Trying to make a home of a place that does not and may not ever seem like home. I did get to weigh in on dog-friendly local restaurants, though. The Eatery on Farwell seats us on the patio under an umbrella and immediately brings a bowl of water for our Zoe. They were not given space in the article so I wrote a letter to the editor of the local weekly.

The two framed photos I placed in the hallway should keep my husband from hitting his head on the absurdly low light fixtures and look great as well. Both are from a trip several years ago with his parents, to western NY and Vermont. So I have ancient Concord rootstock (homage to the home of the WCTU) and a lumber mill in Vermont that had the exact work bench my grandfather made (and my Aunt still has) – still the 1700’s structure.

As for our stuff, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Dee

Oscar Pistorius

His name will always be in my memory and I hope someone in the USA films and shows his Paralympics run.

Before I was born, my grandfather had a limb excised above the knee. He had crutches but also a crude plastic “wooden leg” that was very uncomfortable. He’d wear the leg in public and on airplanes (glad he didn’t live past 9/11 because of TSA scrutiny) but normally used his crutches.

Don’t get me wrong. He placed a 2X4 above our basement stairs and painted the walls, something our dad wouldn’t even do! Of course he did that in secret so no-one would worry about him. He was a bridge builder, Jacques Cartier in Montreal, so had balance. Mom caught him and freaked out.

While I miss Papa, I know he, as I, will congratulate Oscar Pistorius in his quest for an Olympic medal. Back in the day, I had girlfriends over and we played hide and seek and one saw my grandfather’s leg standing in the corner and screamed.

Now we cheer, as we should. If titanium and science were there when my grandfather lost his leg after WWII that would have been wonderful. If public opinion of veterans and others who have lost limbs had changed my childhood friend wouldn’t have screamed.

My grandfather would have been able to walk better and live a more normal life. Our dog has no hips and back then they only made titanium hips for dogs over 60 pounds and she was a pup at 20#. She had a great surgeon (Dr. Val) but had to grow her own from cartilage and is now looking at her 9th birthday and feeling great but only chases squirrels, mice and the occasional cat.

Thank you, titanium, thank you Oscar for showing people that first of all, you got into the Olympic Games without an advantage, you competed successfully, and will go on to make history.

GEP, my grandfather, would be proud, as am I. Cheers, Dee

Coloring Outside the Lines

No, I never did that as a kid. Teutonic upbringing. I was smart, though, and with education, age and wisdom learned to think outside the box. Clever girl. What I seek here is to use our home as we use it, not as it was designed.

We live in a box. Most people do. We live in a wonderful building with a terrific view but for weeks I’ve been stymied as to how to use the space. Not too much space, 1,248 sf for me, my husband and our dog, a herder. Ours is simple with a great view, others are more “edgy” and have more kitchen storage space which I love, but hubby made me a pantry.

I still have boxes to go through and save and destroy papers from 20 years ago. And a local charity is coming by tomorrow to pick up excess furniture and other items. So let’s start with a clean slate.

My mantra is open old box, give away, store or shred contents. Get everything up off the floor and pictures on walls, artistically of course.

Our place has a magnificent view and floor to ceiling windows in every room overlooking the lake. So, no furniture or art on those walls. We got it for the view, less for the layout.

It’s more of an open concept apartment setup, very square but with pillars to deal with, that hold up the 20-story building. Big, round pillars. One in the living space and one in the master bedroom.

Initially, I thought the small second bedroom should be my husband’s “office” as well as a guest room so we ordered an expensive futon that could be a sofa and guest bed.

He wanted a separate office/guest room when he worked from home, which he does not do. When he uses his personal computer, it’s usually in bed at night. I use mine during the day and right now am assaulted by the sun and heat it brings, even through expensive shades.

So now I’m coloring outside the lines and he’s considering my radical proposition to: move his desk to the living room (where I am now) or bedroom (we have 10′ from the end of our bed to the wall). I move my desk into the second bedroom with the printer and my cookbook bookcase and task board and framed photographs and we move the dining room to the windows to take advantage of the view.

The outside the box theory is that people always put their dining table under the chandelier (we do not have one, or any lighting in any room). Because of the windows and configuration the L-shaped sofa is placed in the only way it makes sense (the view) and we have 6-8′ of “unusable space” in the living area and MBR. I’d like to mix it up a bit.

Yes, dear readers, this is the kind of thing that awakens me at 3:00 in the morning. Some of my best ideas come to me around that time. Think of this. If all of our shelved (not stored) books are in the guest room/my office we can call it “the Library.” Very Brit, after those with whom we’ve lived and thank for hosting the thirtieth Olympiad.

Now, where do we put the dog beds? One so she can make sure her pack does not leave without notice (overlooking the front door) and perhaps the other one in the Library. She’s a herder and needs to be next to me or by the door at every moment.One thousand square feet and we might have a “library.” Go figure. Cheers! Dee

Relax

I’ve so much to do to get ready for a weekend “off” I had to set up a task board for it to do everything I need for the home and packing and planning and dog care.

Even a key chain and $30 fob and key for the dog-sitter!

We leave Friday and return Sunday so it’s a very short vacation. What do I have on my Saturday task list? RELAX. My husband the physicist and engineer admired my board then laughed at RELAX. But that’s exactly what he needs.

That’s what we need. And that’s why I have a task board to visibly check off projects as they’re completed. Let’s hope they’re all up there! Cheers! Dee

It’s so long since we’ve been able to do that, even for a day.

Beautiful Birds

I’ve been going about my home duties, emptying boxes and hanging pictures on walls. Then I heard a strange buzzing sound. It was four old-fashioned barnstormers practicing, doing loop-the-loops, corkscrews and death spirals (those are my terms, not terms of art).

I took a moment to email my brother-in-law and call my husband then the F-18’s came in for a test drive over the Lake, and now there’s some strange plane with huge propellers that just arrived.

Wow, it’s a helo and plane and is now flying backwards. It may even be able to set down on land or sea, vertically. Amazing! Backwards again. Sorry but a photo from this far would not do it justice.  It’s about to land, just did, on Lake Michigan. This is a one-of-a-kind experience for me.

It’s turning around now and just took off eastward and another vertical landing is in play. OK, let’s figure out what this is, as we’re new here.

It’s the Air and Water Show and they’re still practicing some death-defying maneuvers, especially the barnstormers with a slow, engine-assisted backwards fall toward the lake. Six older planes just flew by in formation. I’ve downloaded the schedule but haven’t really looked at it yet, too busy watching the real thing!

Dog Zoe was scared at first but the older planes don’t really bother her so she’s come out from under my desk and is lying on her bed next to my desk (progress). The jets are the loudest.

One thing’s for certain, we’ll have a birds-eye view of everything from 1/4 mile from the beach! The rain has stopped for now but the wind has picked up and mature trees are swaying back and forth.

We must remember the other birds that fly by here every day, especially the seagulls. They fly right by us and are so graceful and when I’m out walking the dog, I hear them fly over us with such a plaintive cry. It’s almost as if they’re keening for a loved one.

The birds flew thousands of years before man figured out to emulate them. Their grace and form are spectacular and I only hope we have a safe air show. I’m watching a duo now, lots of loop-the-loops and scary stuff near the water.

Forgive me, but any photo I try to take will come out blue sky and some background clouds with dots. Being able to watch this, and the gulls every day, makes it worthwhile to be here. Cheers! Dee

Caretakers

Life used to be easy and I could mow someone’s yard, pull weeds or babysit without fear of a lawsuit.

Now people want to do this for me. Our needs are simple, a basic cleaning or walk the dog.

My arthritis has kicked up big time and I can’t clean our shower. But they all have their needs and pick at me for anything that makes it harder for me to hire them than it is to do it myself.

We can’t let you hire another dog-sitter mid-day because it’s on our watch and we’re responsible so we can’t take care of your dog due to our insurance policy.

What? It’s my place, my dog and I have insurance and I hired YOU! This is ridiculous. I’m going elsewhere, already have an appointment early tomorrow.

For now, I pay the bills so I set the rules. No maids or dog walkers tell me what to do with my life. The home is mine, the dog is mine and that’s that.

Snob? No. Arthritis and going out of town for two days just to see my father who is gracefully aging, yes. I miss our mountainous state. Dee

Grilled Salmon

This is a really simple recipe. Get equally sized salmon fillets and make sure to use your kitchen needle nose pliers to get out those pin bones (no, not the pliers in the garage, the one from your secret kitchen stash).

Oil the skin side, yes, keep the skin on as your guests will be able to discern whether they wish to eat it or not. On the flesh side, season with salt and pepper and slather with a very good whole grain mustard.

Grill, closing the top so you don’t need to flip it, remove and with a simple squeeze of lemon juice you’re ready to serve.

It would be great with a homemade slaw, a jicama salad, quinoa salad or even cold sesame noodle salad. May I thank Mark Bittman for making minimalism chic. I’m certain we’ve both been minimalists for years, he’s just on TV and writes for my favorite newspaper. Happy cooking! Dee

Area Codes

The last time I changed my cell phone number was in 2004, a mile after leaving one place in Texas and moving to another, at a gas station.

Now that we have unlimited service and don’t get penalized for changing addresses or carriers it makes no sense to change that number (except if someone keeps calling you thinking you’re the Subway store a few miles away or another keeps calling saying “Yo Darnell” then hanging up).

So we now live in quite a homogenous yet dichotomous town where most everyone grew up here, live here and will die here.

Then there’s where we live, home to people from around the world – professionals all from athletes to architects, engineers to professors. Everyone we meet and share numbers with has a different area code.

With every area code comes a story. I’m from Texas, you’re from New York or North Carolina or California or Oregon. It’s fascinating! Then it goes on to dinner and recipes from someone’s home and taste memories.

Many folks would hate moving around so much but aside from the boxes and actual moving part and scariness of a new place and having to learn shortcuts to the grocery stores, drycleaner et al it’s invigorating to always be in an interesting place meeting new people.

Sometimes I envy my in-laws for being in place for so long as they have lifetime friendships, kids, grandkids and someday great-grandchildren. For us, some folks stick, some don’t. We enjoy our time together and sometimes get together in a new locale.

We especially enjoy being sent overseas for a time as it affords us an opportunity to learn about new cultures and meet new people. My area code doesn’t really say where I came from. There weren’t cell phones back then! Does yours? Tell me a story about your family’s iced tea or mac & cheese. Dee

Milk, and In-Laws

As my dear husband and I ponder our 10th wedding anniversary in a few months (OK, he hasn’t pondered it at all or looked inside his ring where he had me inscribe our wedding date and my birthday so he could remember) I thought of the early days.

After a year of dating, he took me halfway across the country to rural Texas to meet his parents. He’d already met mine, separately as they were divorced. His mother was brilliant. She spent five days talking me out of ever having a life with Jim, that he’s methodical, etc. He thinks in the shower so his younger brother used to cut off the hot water so there would be some left for him! But that mother, a couple of years ago I called her and said her son was driving me nuts spending months compiling a set of antique woodworking tools for our nephew. Her response? “I TOLD you…..”

So, this first weekend spent with his family was a doozy. Over 60 relatives for Thanksgiving and everyone wanted to know about the gal Jimmy brought. I was interviewed by Nanny and most of the older gents. The men never talk to me anymore – women are only there to bring food and do dishes. This is Texas!

The morning after I arrived I started to make breakfast (I do that) for everyone and couldn’t find any milk. The 150 cows had just been milked across the way and there was no milk for the scrambled eggs. Jim’s mother said there was some powdered milk in the pantry.  What??? She calmly explained that she no longer had two growing boys living at home so there’s no need to keep two gallons of milk in the frig at all times.

Wondering about that, I went out with Jim and his father on an errand to deliver some heavy equipment. His dad asked him privately “When are you going to ask her? It’s OK with me.” We eloped two months later.

Jim’s mother is a gifted baker and seamstress and we are sometimes glad we’re not there to eat her potato rolls on a regular basis (adds to the waistline) but we do have her quilts and other items on display at our new home.

Jim’s father loves animal husbandry, particularly bovines, and has a good eye for picking them out and is well-respected in the community. He’s a civil war guru (excuse me, as a northerner I never heard of the War of Northern Aggression) and we argue politics anytime we can. When they got their new tv I told him if he wanted to use TIVO he’d have to give up Fox News. Tehee.

It’s almost time to plan another trip over the river and through the woods for Thanksgiving. Our generation’s kids are growing so fast I can barely recognize them, plus they’re outside playing or running around so they never stop or show ID at the door!

Will we do anything special for our 10th anniversary? I don’t know. But I do love the family I married into. Love to Nanny, too!  Cheers, Dee

Paying Forward, Inspiration and Perspiration

When I move, I always leave a roll of toilet paper, on the dispenser, in each bathroom. Why? Because I know how it is to get to a new place after a long drive and take a load of boxes up from the car knowing that the last 20 oz. Diet Coke I picked up with gas two hours ago is straining my bladder. Places like where we live now will remove any trace of our existence when we leave. Including the toilet paper. That’s sad.

So as of yesterday we have new neighbors. I lent them our dolley and helped break down a few boxes. Late afternoon I gave them some homemade Bolognese sauce, a box of spaghetti and some freshly grated Parmigiano Reggiano. Just left it in a cooler at their door with a card saying we’d be in touch after they were rested.

I was thus inspired to get through some of our boxes, as we’ve been here eight weeks now. Issues have hampered my progress in this regard, including an emotional unwillingness to go through 20 years of papers because my husband and I never really commingled households, just stored … boxes.

So today I put up a lot of framed photos in boxes to go to storage because we simply don’t have the wall space. And I hung a few pieces as well. Plus I have the dining room ready to go except I can’t lift the 42″ glass round by myself.

Also I’ve prepared all the toppings and now need to make the dough for several homemade pizzas for a casual dinner this evening with other new neighbors.

Pizza #1 is sauteed spinach with garlic, mozz, and a bit of crumbled goat cheese

Pizza #2 is pears with Gorgonzola Dolce

Pizza #3 is Pissaladiere, caramelized onions with an anchovy garnish (none of that for hubby, he’s allergic to anything that swims)

Pizza #4 is classic white pizza (no sauce) with sauteed mushrooms and pepperoni.

Perhaps I’ll have enough dough to try a focaccia on the grill for later.

One said that with genius or ideas that it’s 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration. My new neighbors inspired me to perspire a bit, as I’m sure they have for the past few days.

Let’s hope we start a trend in a transient (many pro athletes and professionals from all over the world) community by welcoming new neighbors and saying hello in the elevator. It’s easier for us because we have a dog. Everyone (even people I’ve never met) always ask about the dog if she’s not with me! We’re known by Zoe everywhere we move.

Take care and enjoy the weekend. Cheers, Dee