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Haters

I don’t care what law you want to pass, I won’t enforce it, says a bureaucrat.

We don’t care about West Nile Virus until August when people start going to the hospital. Yes, very recently from our dear city.

I tore your hat off your head and ripped it to pieces, said a school bus bully.

You want your dog to be legally off leash in a park? We’ll follow you, let the air out of your tires, join a board you’re on to make sure you’re not talking about dogs, take photos, plant spies

Just for doing one’s civic duty as a registered voter. There are people who have nothing better to do in life than hate others and thwart anything that gets them riled. I forgive them, even the P, K, J and multiple M’s. They have nothing better to do. There is no constructive energy as in finding solutions, so they just stop everything. I’m sad for them.

I’m bereft if I don’t learn a new thing every day. My husband and I live to provide solutions to problems. As I’m retired mine go to a new crosswalk for safety, and my husband solves the tech problems of banks and manufacturers.

We look toward the future. The haters must have had a terrible childhood because all they can do is look to the past and create fiefdoms that give them the power they never had. We never needed that power of hate. We prefer to look towards a better future. I hope you do as well. Dee

Puppies

Don’t get me wrong, I love babies, too, but no-one my age is having them anymore.

Yesterday I met Piper, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, and Daisy, a Cocker Spaniel. Piper is nine weeks old, a whole week older than Daisy so they’ll probably be in different grades at school. Just kidding.

Our Zoe turned ten years old in January. We’ve had her since she was five weeks old. She’s very healthy and spry despite having no hips. Several of her older buddies are not doing so well.

Their time is not our time. If your child is given a giant breed dog at age ten, chances are it will be gone by the time she goes off to college. We don’t have children, that’s something we missed out on involuntarily. I do worry about getting a child a long-term commitment in terms of a pet. It’s a lot of work and joy and sadness in losing them in the end after deciding when their quality of life begins to slip away.

Puppies represent the cycle of life. I’m already looking into a pup five years from now when our Zoe is gone. She will never be replaced, nor will her predecessor Chani. Or my two cats, now gone. Puppies are darned cute, too.

I had great luck with my first dog Chani, at the shelter for a year and a threat to children and men. She spent her first year being abused by a deputy sheriff so was terrified of men in hats or any kind of uniform. When she was two, I broke her of her fear of being kicked in less than a month, and when she died at age 12, the day before she passed she carried a huge teddy bear and said farewell to everyone at the park, men, women and children.

All the neighbors got together and donated a tree to the city in her memory. For years I’ve only been able to see it on GoogleEarth but it’s growing and so are her young friends Jesse and James who’ve probably graduated from college by now.

Zoe was the first dog I’ve ever had as a pup. I wanted to try to create a “normal” dog for a change. Of course we paid $75 for her at the shelter, more on all her stuff, and even more to have her hips taken out at six and nine months of age because of severe dysplasia. She learned stairs, getting on sofa and bed and then couldn’t do any of those activities.

She is a sweet herder, obstinate and needy, smart and she must have gotten herself a hearing aid she can turn off when she doesn’t want to listen or perform a command like Come When Called Leave That Squirrel Alone. After 20 years working with animals she is the happiest critter I’ve ever met and we love her. Even though I have to lift  or “Otis” her to the bed every night.

Puppies. I may have one more in me, to raise. I’ve only gotten my four pets (total, over many years) from shelters but may look into Bernese Mountain Dogs (docile with lots of fur) or Portuguese Water Dogs (no shedding therefore no husband allergies). It would all depend upon when, and where we are living. I’ll let you know. If you’ve strange or silly stories please share….. Dee

Non-Compete Clauses

There’s a top article in the New York Times today which they will not allow me to send you. Far from the tech sector my husband has to sign it’s now down to rival kid camps.

If I were to work at Burger King and try to go to Dairy Queen would I have to sign a non-compete?

My husband and I have talked about it and California has the model other states should employ. I have a job. I quit this job or was let go due to a merger/layoffs. I should not have to wait 1.5 years before finding a new job.

It is ridiculous that our nation and the states within it are allowed to discriminate against employees in this way. Trade secrets are another issue. Working to pay the bills is what I’m talking about.

A lot of my husband’s non-specific code is out there for open access because it will help other developers. Yes, it also has company approval for dissemination. Does he personally hold trade secrets? Probably. I’m his wife and would never know or ask.

When one talks of a landscaper not taking another job within a mile this non-compete is ridiculous. I used to manage contracts and riders with artists who were not allowed to perform within a 90 mile radius and that was crazy because we were in the middle of no-where and were not stealing audiences.

Unfortunately, when the written offer and money are there, people tend to forget the non-compete clauses. I vet every contract. Except the last one. There was an emergency meeting for all staff and everyone was fired. If they were to be re-hired they had to sign a contract with the new company.

My husband is brilliant but I’m better at the business side. He had to sign or stay fired so he signed and I’ve yet to see that agreement. I’ll bet the non-compete says he can’t work globally for at least a year and a half. That’s why these clauses don’t help employers or employees. People move if they can’t move up. That’s business.

My dog sitters have a non-compete clause. I hire others. That’s how I get around it. Give me a high five, a paw, OK you’re showing off for the new pups. Dee

RIP Tony Gwynn

You were a stalwart for your team, the San Diego Padres. I don’t do stats so can only say that the Hall of Fame inducted you while you could appreciate the honor.

It appears you taught your children how to swing a bat and connect with a baseball. There’s more to you as your daughter is a musician.

I don’t live anywhere near Petco Park these days but have seen you play and know of you as a legend who must be remembered and I’m glad the street will be named for you. You broke many barriers and the nation and world will be better for your presence.

Blessings to your family and friends in their loss. Dee

Kottbullar

Yes, we had Swedish meatballs delivered yesterday, direct from Sweden. Our neighbor G also gave us dark chocolate-covered toffee called Dumle, and Bilar, tiny marshmallows shaped like cars. I’ll wait until my husband comes home to try those. The chocolates are great and the kottbullar are in the freezer.

Neighbor G made us the tenderest and most succulent meatballs a few weeks ago before leaving for Sweden with his dad. He promised to teach me how to make them and I think I’ll teach him true Texas chili in return.

As a host gift for dinner I ordered Lingonberry jam and brought flowers. I ordered a jar for us too, and have yet to open it. It is so exciting to learn of cuisines we are not familiar with, and the only place I can think of that serves Swedish food is a couple of hours drive and inside an IKEA.

Of course I’ve my American (?), Italian, French, Greek and Brit cuisines. Boeuf Bourguignon, Spaghetti alla Carbonara, Moussaka, Moules Mariniere (from Scotland’s shores). Also Mexican cuisine, of course, and Canadian. But we rarely go north or south of the usual suspects.

Every once in a while we get to travel overseas for work and are able to settle in for a month or three. Aside from missing our dog, this is my favorite kind of visit. Several days in Scotland and I was sought out by all the Japanese tourists as an expert – I was not and told them so but taught them to go to the local sporting goods store to buy postcard stamps thus saving a couple of hours at the post office. Sneaky, my husband calls me.

My idea of the worst vacation in the world is 22 countries in three days. I like to do my research in advance, purchase museum passes for the time we’ll be there, and see everything my husband hates (art, botanical gardens) while he’s at work. In Scotland I also had a girlfriend from home who moved there so we met and spent two days a week touring castles and museums. And eating mussels and salmon as my husband is deathly allergic to anything that swims. Having a friend there is definitely an added bonus.

It was unnecessary and very kind of G to bring us gifts from Sweden. He misses his dad already, and so do I. It was nice driving him around town to see, what else, art and botanical gardens!

When I’m in a particularly spectacular surrounding I like to keep a file of up-to-date brochures and calendars in the guest room so if they want to ski or see summer Olympic skiers land in oxygenated water, or learn about Greater Sandhill Cranes during nesting season, or take the Town Lift up to the top of the mountain and hike down, they have options.

Your town has its treasures. Go to your visitor center and pick up a few brochures for guests. If someone is coming in from another country, try to have a menu that showcases your part of the country: Buffalo wings; BBQ; planked salmon; or huevos rancheros. Happy cooking! Dee

A Best Friend

I wanted to call it “man’s best friend” but then I forget over 50% of the planet, and probably the ones who take care of our dogs, are women.

Concentrating on a life well lived, great food, baths, sleeping on the bed, having caretakers sleep over, much love and a monkey ball go a long way for Zoe.

I lost my first dog 13 years ago and still have a Golden Retreiver dog ornament with angel wings sitting by my desk. I cut off the ribbon and have it sitting right here by a 2″ photo of my first cat I lost the year before. Also, there’s a tiny photo of me at age one standing up in my pink snowsuit to show the growth of my father’s trees and hope for the future.

Friends lost their dog recently and another dog I’ve cared for is very ill. When your dog wakes you up in the morning to go out you don’t want to go, but feel better for it when you do.

No matter if you’re the boss at work, you’ve a job to do and it includes a walk and picking up poop. No-one is ready to be a dog owner, child or adult, unless they know they will be responsible for this and lifetime care.

My rule goes for cats as well, but if you’ve a family pet who is in pain and requires euthanasia you must be by his/her side. Ask the vet to walk you through the process and decide how much alone time you need and make sure you can call a tech if there is a problem.

Hold your dear pet. When I lost my first dog an ER nurse told me to hold on to all of her things until I couldn’t bear it anymore. It took two months. I still have some of them, especially the teddy bear I got for $.50 at a park benefit. Thanks to a neighbor her ashes are in the heart with a felt heart atop and lace and beads and all the wonderful things my other “Mom” did for me.

Chani brought that teddy bear to the park her last day. She always brought a ball. Unbeknownst to me she said goodbye to everyone. That bear was hijacked by our Zoe during a move. I was asked by friends helping us move whether to allow her to have a stuffed animal. I said OK, they’ve all been through “surgery” multiple times.

Then I asked “what does it look like?” She said it’s a big brown teddy bear and I said NOOOOOOOO. It’s up on the top shelf of our linen closet with a collage “Mom” made for me as well. The neighbors also bought the city a tree in her memory in her favorite park and from GoogleEarth it seems to be doing very well.

It’ll be six years since my mother died soon. I believe that for a few years she did not live well due to cancer and doctor error, but that she died well with a wonderful hospice staff and family around and effective pain management throughout the way for years.

We have the responsibility and opportunity to take care of our pets better than we can our families who face years of surgeries, chemo and radiation. It is up to us to decide a delicate balance between whether it is better for them to go now, or to stay a while.

To all our best friends, canine and feline. All creatures, great and small, thanks James Heriott, May we be their best friends and treat them well. Dee

Pandering

In the service of the speaker of the assembly’s staff I was once told that I was in the pandering business because people tried to make laws to financially benefit crime victims and veterans. As a Vietnam Vet, he called it “gimme” and took Vets from my full plate and created an entire pandering committee! And we became desk mates and friends.

Today these food shows are placing pandering in a new light. There is so much competition to get audiences to watch that they sink to lower and lower levels. I have been a long-time fan of Top Chef on Bravo, and am glad they no longer film in the “dorm” unless it is a brief food scene, visit/note or challenge. Top Chef Masters is a given as I actually learn things.

Chopped bothered me and I wondered why. Over the weekend I saw three episodes to find out. One was with wounded service personnel, the other with former fat people (FFP’s as they called themselves), and one with persons who have survived cancer or another horrible disease. Do you really think cutting three and giving a mere $10K to your “winner” means anything? Ted, I’m very upset with you for these shows and may even write a Haiku about it.

The IRS is going to take half of it as winnings. If the point is to get on tv and in front of the judges, fine. I find it humiliating. The most humiliating I’ve seen is Rachel Ray’s The Big Tip. They first found people who gave to their communities and gave two of three $1,000, then without revealing judging criteria they gave another $10,000. I was half-ready for them to have a serve-off to determine who got the prize, and that would be just disgusting for them to do to these good people. That did not happen but this is the most demeaning show to servers I’ve ever seen.

I know how to make this better. Food Network has to compete for stars because they lost their treasures and only have old footage. They sell kitchen gadgets, pots and pans and cookbooks and all the new people who come on have to sign slavery bonds as to any future revenue. Alton Brown, who I love, must have cut quite a deal to stay on.

Of course Ms. Ray is judging alone because the first big gift went to a woman who rescues dogs. I love dogs, but in the second episode apparently she couldn’t find anyone in New Jersey who helped others except for their own families. Let’s hope this show doesn’t gain traction because it is insulting to every waitress/ waiter in your NE country. Yes, even in our nation, which is much larger than the northeast corridor. Please think twice before expanding this program.

I am interested in cooking and from time to time, watching master chefs compete as on Iron Chef. So I’m ok with certain reality shows but only watch those that have to do with cooking. This Old House is one my husband has me watch on weekends as well. He also likes the military channel and for yet another WWII film I relocate to a quieter destination. No More Panzers!

Why would Rachel Ray pay way more for hair, makeup, cameras, staff to make an episode that gives away a total of $12,000. Why would they make this a competition? I have to look up the producer. Hopefully it’s not Harpo. If after the first episode in NJ you can’t find someone who doesn’t give to anyone but their own family at least know the judge and the judging criteria and why no-one else in NJ helps anyone else but themselves.

I don’t like to have real people, especially those who are financially disadvantaged, be the victims of “reality” television. Julia Child and James Beard would be aghast at these latest challenges. Buono appetito. I’m starting the first US Italian culinary competition tomorrow that will star Fabio of the LA Fabios. Just kidding and making sure you’re still reading. Cheers! Dee

Piglet

Yes, that was my name in my first two years of high school. We all named each other in our little educational group.

I believe Piglet’s personality was tiny and shy and with the biggest heart which remains true to this day except for the tiny part. I’d love to find out what Eeyore, Tigger et al are doing. And Christopher Robin.

Christopher Robin once said “You’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.”

I believe every child should know that quote. I remember. Piglet

ps, Thanks, Eeyore for help learning geometry. I believe I taught you algebra, Dee

“Fake Books”

Back in the day they were declared illegal and immoral but I grew up to Dad playing piano and singing songs from the 20’s on up to the 60’s. They’re not original sheet music, thus the “fake” tag. But anyone trying to make it through college playing the fiddle at square dances couldn’t afford sheet music for every song.

Last year he gave me one. It was tattered and on three rings, one of which is now holding together my measuring spoons. I bought a paper cutter and cut off all the excess and placed each page in a plastic sleeve in a new binder.

What does it do but give me ideas and remind me of my childhood standing behind Dad at the piano and learning how to make up harmonies. Yes, that’s something I still do for fun. It’s impossible with rap et al which is not music to me. That’s something I’d like to do with him one day, sing at the piano.

One song really brings everything together and no-one knows it anymore. I went to a wedding about 15 years ago and the live band started with the 20’s by decade. I danced and knew every word of every song. Someone mentioned my knowledge of decades of music and I simply said, Dad.

It’s only a shanty in old shanty town, the roof is so slanty it touches the ground. It’s a tumble down shack by the old railroad track, like a millionaire’s mansion keeps calling me back. I’d give up a palace if I were a king, It’s not only a palace, it’s my everything. There’s a queen waiting there with a silvery crown in a shanty in old shanty town.

There’s a contra element that Dad added after the first verse and I don’t remember the words to that. He knew that if I could sing the verse while he sang opposite me I probably had perfect pitch and a brain to go along with it.  Think about singing row, row, row your boat and having others come in every phrase.

I love having my preserved fake book from olden days but today I enjoy downloading free lyrics online without any musical notes or chords and making it up myself. Strange, I know. I did take up guitar at age 50 but they ended up giving me private lessons with a drummer who only cared about the beat and not the music so I quit. We were singing something together and I went into harmony and he followed me then realized he was wrong. He was angry and said, you must have perfect pitch. I replied that I didn’t know but several music teachers have told me so. It went downhill from there.

When we lived out west I chose a food delivery company not only because it would deliver to my door weekly all the heavy stuff like milk and juice, eggs, bacon and more. I bought the surprise package of fruits and veggies that would inspire me invent something new in the kitchen.

That produce box (thanks Winder Farms) is my fake book. It provided inspiration to create and to comfort friends and family. Oh, no, I may have to get Beatles Rock Band out of storage and bring people in to sing and play! Let’s not sing Eleanor Rigby today, that was tough in poetry class. Let’s do something upbeat and I can score 100 on vocals. Dee

Inspired Dinner

It was shared with others and well-liked so I’ll share it with you. Dinner a deux:

Two chicken breasts with bone and skin, prepare to roast (I can only turn my oven up to 375 lest I set off the smoke alarm)

Marinate in 1t each salt, pepper, sweet (or smoked) paprika and 1/4 tsp sugar mixed with juice of a lime and 1-2 T oil for at least an hour

I served that with a chimichurri sauce I made yesterday.

Also Israeli couscous with lime juice and cilantro

Also roasted heirloom colored carrots in olive oil with sprigs of fresh rosemary.

 

That was dinner. If I must say so myself it was very good. My husband came back for seconds on the couscous. I find it interesting that he hates the quick non-cooked couscous but loves the bigger “pearls.” Next I’ll have to introduce him to quinoa, as baked potatoes are not the only starch approachable to a Texan in our universe.

The stars are aligning in some fashion, I can feel it. I don’t know what yet but always know when it’s right. We wish you well and hope you’ll do the same. Keep reading and write in from time to time. Cheers! Dee