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Second Chances

I got mine.

Yes, I went out with a guy for over ten years and dumped him and gave back the engagement ring three weeks in, even though I loved his mother and we were friends until he married my younger sister’s cheerleader friend.

Second engagement? Not really asked or answered, give it up to a guy who wrote his doctoral thesis on the Cuban Missile Crisis, actually IRBM’s. Yes, I read it.

Third time’s a charm, Physics grad. We’ve been together over twelve years and leave tomorrow to see his parents for Thanksgiving. They’ve been together over 40 years, and we’ll never hit that mark meeting so late in life.

One rolls the dice and may get snow or a sunny summery day. All I know is that Nanny, age undisclosed, was sent an outdoor game from us because she wanted to shake up Thanksgiving for the great grandkids. It is Qube (pronounced Koob).

I’d like to give these kids a first chance and let them wait until late 20’s for a second. Cheers from Dee

 

Mastitis and Games

I went to get down Backgammon after years of unuse. I didn’t even remember how to set up the board. I was in college and didn’t have money so spent $50 on a dark green and gold corduroy backgammon set for the family over 30 years ago and it came back to me. My husband and I are set to play any moment now after he showers and dresses.

12 years ago I bet a sailor on a game. We were in the Ionian seas and I beat the pants off him with all his crew watching. I roll doubles, knock wood.

My nephew is rolling doubles and is a good Christian boy and his dad doesn’t want him to head off to Vegas anytime soon so his grandma has a backgammon set and we can play and see who gets better dice rolls.

To get to the “game box” I took down  a picnic basket with cows atop and a shelf within, that my husband said “mastitis.” His dad had a dairy for 30 years and got rewards for buying mastitis treatments (think cereal box tops) so our Val The Vet has a “mastitis blanket” and we now have a mastitis picnic basket with cows on it. All Hail M.

We sent Nanny an outdoor game for the great-grands, Qube. It’s supposed to be 45 degrees and sunny at her place that day.

We will take the cow basket to the rancher/former dairyman for Thanksgiving fully laden with food and gifts. I intend to roll better dice than my better half and win backgammon before lunch today.  Happy Turkey Day! Dee

Truth and Honor

Two dear friends just adopted two young dogs. They will have the best possible home. I do not pray but have done so for these pups.

One will be a troublemaker as is H and me. The other will be the considerable one who take things in stride, that’s P and me.

Both “owners” have held my feet to the fire and I am better for it, as is my nearly ten year-old dog who loves adults, kids, dogs and cats.

While we’ve tried to achieve legal leash-free areas that has been semi-successful. Now I take my ten year-old dog on short walks on a leash.

Everyone on the positive side of responsible dog owners have dealt with truth and conducted the fight with honor. The four opponents paid off the politicians and we mainly lost.

I am glad to have lost with truth on our side and honor. Unfortunately, given 2,500 petitions against four opponents, we lost with truth and honor. Dee

Zoe

My new Claddagh ring must be working as with the heart in for being secure in love, the hands surrounding it with friendship and the crown giving trust I am more secure in my future.

Thank you Ms. Liz. I had to look it up and find one and even order it so do the sword dance one more time for my double nickel birthday. I’ll sing an Irish song for you. How about Scot… you take the low road and I’ll take the high road. Loch Lomond of course. Our water came from there, unfiltered and cold as could be.

Before I met my husband of nearly 11 years we talked about children. I said we needed to get a dog first. That hip-less dog will be ten in a couple of months.

Yes, there’s family, teachers. friends and love that come into one’s life. Who made me grow up? My dogs and cats. Each taught me something. Each went outside the box. Yes, all were rescues and as they’ve done me proud I hope I did as much for them as they did for me. They taught me love, honor, forgiveness and joy.

Nathan talked and always got the last word in. Chani was the mother of all dogs, and cats and was calmed of uniformed personnel and children when all the kids loved her and gave the park a tree in her memory.  Mickey jumped into Chani’s bed and she did everything a good mom would do. He caught post-it notes and retrieved them at my feet. All the dogs in the neighborhood came to visit him to play. I’d get calls early in the morning asking if a certain dog was at my door. Yep.

Sadly they’re all gone for a decade. We’ve not been here long but everyone knows my dog Zoe, Greek for “life,” and even little kids want to meet her. She has also  taught me lessons of patience, love, the need for some obedience and making a good dinner. Seeing my husband with her is joy, personified. Dee

Ephemeral Thoughts

I just thought of something to write and forgot it instantly, but at least my dog makes people happy. At her old age of near ten she engages kids and parents, neighbors, friends and even strangers. I never call them strangers, only friends we’ve not yet met.

Always brighter with Zoe and my husband around, I want to be happy. I’ve tried to do volunteer work here, after 20 years experience in kennel and cattery care, public relations, feral cats, development, special events and volunteer management. I’ve been turned down by hospice care because my dog eats a raw food diet.

All of our days are numbered. I’d like to make a difference in mine. I like to think my writing helps a bit as no one has cared a bit about ferals in the last three states I’ve lived in!

Please think about what you always wanted to do, and didn’t. Think about how your current life, job, circumstance can make that dream come true, and volunteer to do it. Cook and deliver to the food bank. Deliver meals. Work at a hospital with veterans (Happy Veterans’ Day) or help spay and neuter feral cats.

Happy Veterans’ Day! Dee

Time

Yes, it passes. Today is my birthday. Thirty years ago I was sitting in a taverna in Athens, first time to Greece or Europe. My sister and I had been up all night on a plane and we stopped for a bite to eat (she ate spaghetti bolognese everywhere we went, no matter the country).

A woman who has had a positive impact on my life since I was eight years old once sipped a red beverage. I asked what was and she said Campari. She had it on ice with soda water and I tried a sip. Back then the drinking age was 18 and I was there or very close.

At the taverna, I was asked what I’d like to drink. I wanted to sound worldly so said “Campari.” An ounce of it was delivered to me warm, in a juice glass. I took a sip and almost choked!

Let’s look at three lives from the perspective of a three year-old. I was always getting colds and ear infections until my 4th birthday when the ritual tonsillectomy took place. Most of the things we ate, save dessert. included a can of Campbell’s cream of mushroom or cream of celery soup.

My neighbor. also three, answered a question posed by me yesterday. “Do you have a busy day today?” Yes, I’m going to school…….. Montessori school.”

Then there’s my new friend who has a more sophisticated palate than I had at three times her age, also three. We’re having a cooking lesson later in the week at which we’ll make pizza dough and marinated olives for her to take home, along with another thing or two.

I think about the futures of these kids being so bright and engaged. OK it did take some time for my neighbor to talk to me and come out from behind Mommy’s leg, as I usually have the dog with me. She is extremely friendly and wouldn’t ever hurt anyone, but she probably weighs the same as he does so I understand the fear.

Do you know that I’ve never had a Campari since? Someday when my husband and I are out at a restaurant I should order one, with ice and soda water. Now that I’ve had some years to mature, I may actually enjoy it.

“At twenty years of age the will reigns; at thirty the wit; at forty the judgment.” Benjamin Franklin

Enjoy the day! Dee

Sugar

and spice and everything mice. Yes nice, I know. I do have good thoughts and recipes to give you if you give me a chance.

Yesterday I made fajitas. Not any old recipe, mine. It’s all due to the spices and cooking method. I’m eating it cold for a late breakfast alone as husband and dog are still sleeping. They both slept through a Cat 5 hurricane so they cannot possibly hear me type.

Dee’s Fajitas: Deeply sweat, cook and caramelize a sweet onion, sliced and several cloves of garlic. Slice boneless chicken breast very thin and marinate with the juice of two limes, salt and pepper, and about 1sp t each ancho, chipotle and Aleppo chile powders, along with a tsp of cumin. Let the meat marinate while you sautee the vegetables.

Take out the veg,  Wipe out the pan. Turn it near high and add your flour tortillas, dry, for a moment each, turning mid-way. Place on a plate. When finished, turn a same-sized plate on top allowing them to stay warm while you place a bit of oil in the same pan and drop in the marinated chicken without juices.

Cook until the chicken is nearly done. Add the veggies back to re-heat. Plan an assembly line with lime wedges, sour cream, homemade guacamole, grated sharp cheddar cheese, homemade salsa ,wrappers and chicken. Have your guests serve themselves. Yes, dog Zoe has killed a couple mice. Happy day! Dee

RESPECT

You go, Aretha. My favorite scene in Animal House included you in a starring role.

Of late many professionals have lamented not the dumbing-down of their work per se, but how they are treated at work, which is not with respect, not as professionals. I’m not talking 20-somethings wet behind the ears from college but seasoned people. Perhaps it is the litigiousness of our society that demands that employees be looked down upon. It is not a good sign.

Yesterday my dog and I were walking north on the sidewalk of a southbound street, where a young lady was killed a few weeks ago in traffic. Yes, I got my crosswalk next door but now cars speed up through it with this old lady and old dog halfway across.

There were 20 six year-olds with four chaperones coming toward us and I knew it was death to cross the street without a crosswalk or light so I improvised. First I must say that Zoe is nearly ten, has no hips, is clean (needs to be combed again) and has a very sweet disposition. A two year-old could reach into her bowl and take her food and she’d just look up and say “Mommy, can I have more?”

I had her sit and do a “high five” which makes her look like Lassie. She is a long-haired golden Australian Shepherd mix. The last thing we both wanted to do was to scare even one child.

They all laughed. Then I told her to sit and four times as we moved down the line a child said “High Five!” and she placed her right paw gently in their hand. They were delighted and we got them back on their way.

I thought Zoe had done so well, and always try to get her to do new things because she needs education, training and enjoying strangers and their dogs. I’ve also been a volunteer manager for over 20 years and have worked with thousands of animals.

So I tried to get us into a hospice therapy dog program and it was looking good, until I learned that the only diet she will eat and has thrived on since a pup is a raw food diet which is prohibited. Solely due to that, she is precluded from participating in the program.

At her advanced age I will not do what the dog food manufacturers want me to do: feed her dry food with corn and meat by-products as the main food groups. I was a professional, looked at the rules, filled out the application and all of a sudden this raw food ban tells me I’m an idiot.

My time is too valuable to not have it respected by someone with a volunteer opportunity. This is our gift. If you don’t want it, go elsewhere. Dee

Gifts

When people say “it’s the thought that counts,” know that they mean it. When someone knows you so well that a special gift hits home, that works for me.

CLOSE YOUR EYES, MARGIE. She’s my mother-in-law. I don’t want her to read the rest of this.

Yes, I know you’re reading it anyway, just don’t tell Joe. We’re looking into a two bedroom guest rental in our building so that you two can finally visit and be comfortable. We’ll see it tonight as there is a showing and party. Now, bye.

My father-in-law has never been here and he collects a rock from every place he has visited. My in-laws recently celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary.

I found a small, heart-shaped rock on the beach this summer that I’ve been saving. It will be framed by Friday in barn board for their new home and come with us to TX for my 10th anniversary of being formally in the family and, more importantly, their 40th wedding anniversary. Belated, of course.

Yes, I still have some family, but for Thanksgiving this is my family and I give thanks for all family every day. I know what I’m making this year, at least 7-8 dishes plus breakfasts, do you? Dee

Boss 1

I was asked if I knew anything about insurance. No. McKinneys (law books). No. Who’s McKinney?  Hired. Start Monday. That afternoon there was a party for a team lead.

Tab (pre-diet coke) in hand I arrived upstairs and the birthday boy was making everyone drink a shot of Jamesons Irish whiskey to toast him at the door. I demurred. He repeated his request and I showed him my beverage of choice.

Months later I was about to be out of a job and was in line for a promotion and raise. Guess who would be my boss? Yep, Jamesons boy.

First thing I said before a brief interview is that I hope this Fenian wouldn’t hold that against me. He hired me on the spot and when I showed up for work the next day it was with a bottle of Jamesons that he placed in his desk drawer.

I’ve a good Irish name and learned never to do that again. I was 21 and learning. And I still learn, every day. It is not a right but a pleasure. We learn how to deal with people and situations. How we do that affects our future every day.

It did help that I planned parties, team challenges, Friday beer and crossword puzzle team events, and birthdays. Yes, I was the only person ever allowed to book a table at our local haunt. They’d laugh when I called and I’d ask for the owners son and say it’s Dee. How many? 12. Corned beef and cabbage and PBR? Yes. Thank you. Table was set, beer out and sandwiches coming up.

Of course in addition to the biggest bill load and smallest pay in the building and my legal counsel trying to date me (NEVER), I also did all birthday, baby, wedding, and engagement shopping.

I was a good hire. And I was rich and spent three weeks per year traveling in Europe. $14K. Dee