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Next Target: Apple

They won’t let me contact them, Apple just told me someone’s been using my account, so I need to give them my phone (they have it), address, SSN, date of birth, my dog’s name, and everything so they can fix the problem remotely.

I am not remotely in their cloud computing universe. I don’t give anyone all my passwords, phone numbers, address, SSN, and credit card numbers with back of card info.

Don’t you worry, I’ll get to the bottom of this, as I believe it’s a hacker posing as Apple. Don’t bother turning in your grave, Steve Jobs. I’ve got this one.

Best Wishes

My father just told me he was proud of my spunk, determination and principles.

That’s what he taught me as a youngster. I love that he recognizes this in me now. As a kid I never wanted anyone to know I had parents (everyone had them) as he held my hand walking down the street in our little village to the hardware store or tobacco shop.

I would give anything to hold his hand today, in any town in the world. He’s my Dad and gave me spunk, determination and principles. Cheers! Dee

Big Ideas, Small Spaces

Chautauqua Institution wants to tear town its historic Victorian Amphitheater to build something larger.

This is an over 150 year-old institution. I sang there at age eight in a state choir championship. We came in second with Panis Angelicus. My father was the Institution’s President from 1978-1985.

Now, the Institution has raised prices that keep rural neighbors out, and are trying to make it their own Disney place with only rich people allowed.

FDR made his I Hate War speech at the Miller (one of the founders) cottage. There are many ideas and speeches and concerts that can be in a smaller space and not spend $35 million to gain 300 seats and eviscerate an historic space.

The Chautauqua Amphitheater is on the NY State list of historic places. Look at what was done years ago for the Athaneaum Hotel, the largest wood structure in the USA. It is gorgeous.

Chautauqua is supposed to be about history, but most of all, ideas. We are about to lose both. Uncomfortable seating and structural poles are Chautauqua. So would have been school teachers from Yonkers yelling “Louda” which means louder in English, before they were priced out of their hotels.

Sometimes history and ideas make the grade. This time, it looks like they will lose this battle with spoiled rich people. Unhappily, Dee

Winning

I’ve never won anything, well, I did, once. My office was on E 41st Street in Manhattan, a few feet away from the NYC Library’s lions.

Several times a week I walked next door and got a great sandwich to go back and eat at the office. The line was long one day. I was about tenth in line when the owner said “Name That Tune.” It was what we would call the Can Can Dance.

Without even knowing or thinking about it I blurted out “Orpheus in the Underworld, by Offenbach.” The next day I came in, after the owner had proved me right, and got a free sandwich. It pays to have a classical education, sometimes. It only got me about $4.50. But I won.

Alas, winning isn’t everything and most of my life has come down to how I played the game. For years I was smarter than anyone in my class but I was a girl and supposed to hide it. I was shy so sat in the back of the class and didn’t raise my hand to answer questions. That didn’t work for me. The teacher always placed me up front and called upon me frequently. I had the answer and the teacher knew it.

In ninth grade we had our ping pong table out on the patio and a boy older than me took me on with great bravado. I swept the floor with him and when the bloodbath was concluded he said “You’re a girl. You were supposed to let me win.” What? That wasn’t in my playbook.

I did my 11th grade thesis on Title IX, named “Horses Sweat, Men Perspire, Women Glow” all about continued inequality in high school sports. I’ve been a quiet fighter most of my life. Coming into my own in my 30’s I became more conscious of what meant the most to me in both work and volunteering. It took another ten years to marry but it is a good match and we’ll celebrate twelve years of marriage this month. No kids, just a dog who’ll turn eleven years a week later. I said we needed to try out a dog before kids. He’s BAD. Spoils her rotten. I’m the disciplinarian and food wench. He’s the fun guy. Now all we need is to erase the 2,000 miles between us.

Yes, I’ve won more than I should have over the years and am thankful for family and friends and also my 80,000 readers over the years. Thank you! Dee

 

I Know

when looking at a restaurant menu, what my husband will order. I’ve known all my life what my brother will order, and he’s difficult because if anyone orders the same thing he’ll choose something else on the menu.

I look for my favorite thing, then my second, and I let them have the first choice. With my brother it’s usually lamb, husband, beef. Yes, I’ve graduated college and culinary school but most of my social life is intuition and reading people. I can’t tell you how I do it but aside from learning which fork to use and walking with a dictionary on my head I don’t know, except the fancy manners stuff all came from my mother.

My husband is a physicist, now a software consultant. He wrote software for stock and oil/gas trading systems so comes from a technical bent. I am soc/psych. He knows things I’ll never comprehend and just know enough acronyms to read/revise his resume. He’ll never know what I know because I don’t know how I know it. It’s ingrained.

Between us it makes quite a pair. Husband and wife, brother and sister. We each operate from different sides of the brain and it makes us stronger when we work together. Right now I took on a CEO and won. My brother will be doing so as well, not to compete with me but to make a point, as I did.

Is it difficult to give up my lamb or beef dish at a restaurant to keep my husband or brother happy? No. There’s always fish, which I love. Cheers! Dee

The Christmas That Will Be

UPS has remedied its errors and will pay to re-ship the holiday package we sent to my husband’s family on December 15 that was returned to sender (me) yesterday.

Thanks to Jessica P from UPS, and to Nina, the shipper from our storage facility, for making this possible. Cheers and a Happy New Year to all y’all! Dee

Dee Can Stay

Olden days: It’s 9:00 at night and we’ve all been in since dawn. It’s time to let some team members leave and get some sleep because this Session is going on until dawn.

So what do we do? All go home. Dee will stay. She’s single. She lives two blocks away and can make it home on her own if they quit for the night. She’ll call us if one of our bills are slated to come up on the floor tonight.

It doesn’t matter that she’s done this for us for two weeks, worked 20 hours at a time and only had time to shower and change. She’ll cover for us while we sleep at home. She doesn’t have a spouse or family so it doesn’t matter.

Come time to reassess and give raises, all the “family men” got big raises. I was told it was because they had a wife and/or kids and I was alone so I got the minimum amount. Because they could always count on Dee. I left for twice the pay and my own office. More stories…. in this new year. Cheers, Dee

One

is the loneliest number….. yes, a sequel to Three Dog Night.

I got married post-40 and missed a lot on the way. People always did dinner parties by couple and I would mess up the numbers.

In my home, always and forever since I had my own home singles were always invited, encouraged. At first in my early 20’s I was uncertain of my ability to cook and entertain, but I did organize parties and dinners for staff et al.

Thanksgiving is a major event for many people in Texas with my husband’s family. Christmas is when we bring people we know, because we’re from neighborhoods far away, who are newly single or have family overseas or have no family, or are new to our environs. We’ve had some lovely dinners, food of course, but company greater.

I’ve always been a “one” and was discounted for 20 years because I upset someone’s table arrangement. That has never happened and will never happen in our home. There were couples and families who took me along as a third or fifth wheel but they were few and far between.

I believe that to invite one is to invite a friend for stimulating conversation. There is no need to invite a potential “match” for that person. If you’re happy with your husband and kids, there’s no need to help your friend get hitched.

Know that every time friends have a dinner party without single people who belong and are left out because it’s an odd number at the table, there are hurt feelings for those singles who are left out. Table for one? Dee

Three Dog Night

I could use two more. My husband left yesterday for a gig and we’ve only one dog. This morning it was -6 degrees, with wind chill -25.

Now it’s one degree Farenheit. Zoe doesn’t want to go out because with the cold, snow and salt her paws freeze and she limps around, even after three minutes.

Three Dog Night was the first album I ever bought. I loved their music and a year later I organized a fund-raiser for a local charity and someone stole my album. As a kid, I never knew what a three dog night was. I do now.

Luckily we have heat and I’m keeping the shades drawn to keep in warmth. I’ve spent many years in cold climates and have the gear to stay in or go out with Zoe. She has a coat and boots. I can get the coat on her but never the boots so we have to time our outings perfectly as it takes me ten minutes to don my gear.

Today I’ve a down comforter, heat and one dog and we’ll just have to make do. Dee

Inspiration

Before Christmas I found this fig jam and had a thought. I bought puff pastry (no, I have not made it since cooking school because when I even look at butter, it melts).

I paired it with Manouri cheese and made little circles, added the jam and cheese, folded over using an egg wash for “glue.” Then I used a fork to seal, brushed them with a milk and egg yolk wash I had on hand for something else, and baked.

They were gorgeous and tasted great. I was advised by the cheesemeister to use Manouri. Manouri is to Feta what Ricotta is to Mozzarella. A pale but useful cousin. With the sweetness of the fig I’d rather a saltier cheese like Feta.

It was just a brain thing I did to try and everyone liked them. I’d just rather do them better. Always trying to do something better. My sources of inspiration have been hard to come by. It should be that way.  Dee