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Misperception

Eight days ago I tripped and fell, while walking our dog, on a crosswalk I asked for and got designated. They do no re-paint it and no-one ever stops even though it is state law to do so.

I took a header that started with my knees, hand, shoulder and head and have the first black eye in my aged life, after years of athletics so I know how to fall. My husband was out with us on this serene late afternoon walk and tried to save me from a fall but the dog was between us and he could not do so.

Now, people will not ask the obvious question about my black eye because they think my husband beats me. Other than a few involuntary elbow movements during sleep over the past fourteen years my husband has never touched me in a manner unbefitting a gentleman.

Kids ask. They want to know the truth. I tell them my eye looks ugly but it doesn’t hurt. Look both ways (we did) and always wear good shoes with tread on them. Adults think my husband beat me so look down and ignore me. Where did we go wrong in life? A taxi cab driver actually stopped when I fell. I don’t remember that.

I fell on pavement. I told people about it. Nurses have advised me on how to care for myself. My husband insists on taking off the bandage every day. Next thing I know someone will call it in as domestic violence. It is vehicular harassment.

As for me, it’s a city/county dispute and no, I do not want to sue them for “my” crosswalk, just want it re-painted with slip-resistant paint. And a flippy thing in the middle that says it’s State law to stop for pedestrians.

Speed demons go up and down our street in rush hours. I’ve many bruises and now can reconstruct exactly how I fell. My knees will be swollen for months. Hand, I don’t know. Shoulder and eye, play the dice. But my husband tried to save me when I tripped. He has helped every day. There are good husbands out there, and great ones. I got a great one. He opened the car door, took my hand and always kept me in his heart.

I tripped walking the dog. Now I have to explain this to kids and I’m OK with that. Adults avoid me as I’ve the plague. I am an advocate and have written laws that governed millions of people, including human and civil rights. Why do adults who see a woman with a black eye always think domestic violence? I’m sure there are cameras out there, I may be able to have them pull the footage. Just like a cop show.

I’m Aunt Dee, just asked for vet recommendations yesterday. I’m Dee, the gal who brings treats like lasagne and pizza to staff. I took a spill that I’ll deal with for months. Please know even though my eye looks bad for now, I’m always here, now that I have two eyes to see through and write. Cheers! Dee

Life

Looking at death. I fell on a crosswalk I had two competing agencies create a few years ago.  I fell on it yesterday afternoon taking my husband’s arm to cross the street with our dog.

I love life. Husband, dog, family, and friends. It is not my time to go. There is too much good to be done. Volunteer, Girl Scouts, animal shelters, hospitals. Do something that means something to you. Dee

Two Dozen Roses

There were gorgeous red roses and ubiquitous baby’s breath. Lovely vase and ribbon and it’s been sitting here. The roses have opened and will only live until tonight or tomorrow morning, depending on whether anyone waters or feeds them.

What were they for? Love, an argument, a breakup. Who knows? They were sent, not personally delivered. I can tell you that if my husband wants to give me flowers he hand-delivers them. It’s different in later years because if I’m in the middle of making dinner I don’t want to find a vase and cut down a dozen roses.

Funeral? I don’t know. I just know that while funereal and beautiful two dozen roses are going to be dead by this afternoon and I hope that was not the intent. Dee

Sticks and Stones

I won’t talk about the sticks. We’ve ways around those. Diversions for our dog.

The stones our  dog Zoe brings in between her paws are in the form of pea gravel. I never wear shoes in the house so it hurts when I step on a piece of gravel. I can’t imagine how much it hurts Zoe.

We do get her nails trimmed but she doesn’t like me to trim the fur between her paws that collects things, like small rocks.

The old childhood saying that sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me. As an adult, our dog brings in a stick or a stone from time to time but words can really hurt us. That’s the way it is. Dee

A Highlighter

is a dangerous tool. btw sorry I was off yesterday, our internet was out for the day. The “cable people” were here and shut off internet and cable for many residents. No notice, no management of expectations. My husband and I were each in our separate offices on the internet and it went down.

Always looking for new things to cook I gave my husband a very expensive magazine called “Grilling” by Bon Appetit. He does not go into our kitchen except to get ice or Dr. Pepper so I gave him the mag and a highlighter to see what he’d like me to try to cook on the grill this summer, fall, winter and spring.

He’s a meat and potatoes guy so he highlighted every beef dish that didn’t include fish sauce. He’s highly allergic to fish. I asked that he at least look at chicken, lamb and pork. Very little highlighting in veggies but he did like a couple of sauces.

I’m up for a challenge. Tonight’s dinner is skirt steak with a variation of my peach salsa that has been marinating for a couple of hours. We’ve scalloped potatoes left over from last night and a nice salad and/or sliced tomatoes.

The usual rule is to try something new on family, then on guests when it’s perfect. Cheers! Dee

Compliments

We have people here who make our lives easier and more safe. I don’t believe they make much money for this duty, so when I’ve more than we can eat I often make a plate at night or cook something for the whole crew by day.

Last night the plate was grilled ribeye with a compound butter inspired by the herb garden I inspired! With scallion, basil, thyme, parsley and a bit of lime juice. I chopped and mixed the herbs, lime and butter and rolled it into a log in wax paper. Just twist the ends. Take off as much as you need at a time. After I used two medallions I just twisted it back up and placed it in the freezer.

I served it with simple scalloped potatoes, two russets peeled and sliced with heavy cream, salt and pepper (butter only if I make them with 2% milk). Also, a jicama and heirloom carrot grated slaw with lime juice and a bit of roasted poblano chile that was toasted on an open gas flame in the kitchen.

My husband leaves at noon today but will be home mid-week and work from here. It’s a blessing to have him home, but not 24/7. And I love cooking for him.

For the gent who received last night’s plate, he asked my husband “do you always eat like this?” He said yes. “You’re a lucky man.” For some reason, the simple, tasty food I make is miraculous to some.

I could never compete on a cooking show but love Top Chef and Top Chef Masters, and even Chopped when master chefs and judges are at bat.

In college I once made brownies from scratch for my roommates and several asked how I could do that because theirs were always from a box. Then I was awarded the title of “chef” because no-one could cook. I figured I’d never have to set the table, wash a dish or shop. Wrong on the last one. I sent them to find a 50# bag of potatoes and they said cans were on sale for $.20 apiece.

NOOOOOOO! I’d never had a canned potato in my life. I had five roomies and often there were several more for dinner so I cooked for an army, usually 12. Mostly healthy, inexpensive meals from scratch so after their first foray to the store Aunt Dee made a list and pushed the cart while they “fetched” what our $120/wk. grocery budget would buy. If a few dollars left, we could get ice cream.

One dish I remember from my mother. I must have changed it and haven’t made it in years. It’s just pasta with ground beef and onions, canned tomatoes and my roomies loved it and couldn’t believe it was not out of a box.

We had cheap pots and pans from the college apartment but I made do. And I only masterminded the meals, shopped the outside aisles except for rice and tomato sauce, and never set the table or washed a dish.

The only difference years later is that I want the freshest ingredients possible, do not usually have a master list, shop alone, have a pantry full of great herbs, spices, oils, vinegars, soy sauces, and many other ingredients I never would have gotten my hands on (especially Italian OO flour for my pizza dough) back then.

We have a “tech center” next to the kitchen. It looks at a blank wall. We have a wonderful view. I placed my desk by the view and we used the blank space for a huge open pantry. It’s organized by sweet, savory and other stuff and even has a power strip for a spice grinder and a molcajete for grinding stuff.

Once I asked how much to tip the staff here over the holidays and was told, “Don’t you feed them all the time? That’s more than enough!” These folks watch over me when my husband is away, if I have to take the dog out in the middle of the night. Nobody cooks, don’t worry, Aunt Dee is here. Cheers! Dee

Wishing

I know more people like the grandmother who “adopted” me 14 years ago. I never really knew mine as they died before I was a year old.

She’s been undergoing some difficulties and it’s hard to be so far away and unable to visit right now. We love her and hope she’ll be up and on her feet swiftly.

Nanny came from a different age. All of her children, grands and great-grands have a sense of purpose, honor, and honesty.

Today I was scammed my a company trying to buy my husband (from dog Zoe) a gift for Fathers’ Day. My bank refused the first payment as fraud. The second, I called in and told them I’d sue if they charged me for two more of the same items.

I think I have to call the bank back as the only way they can stem these charges is to cancel the card.

Nasty people are around that just want whatever they can get without earning it. Guns, drugs, that’s not how we were brought up. While my husband and I grew up in vastly different places we never locked our front door or car. Think of others, tell the truth, apologize when you’re wrong. Work hard. Take care of your family. That is what it is about, and grandmothers who take you in. Cheers, Dee

South Africa

is following me now. Not in my wildest dreams would I have thought of this. Mere words. I’ve never even been to Africa, only the temple on the southernmost point of Greece, near Morocco. Sounion. I understand why man/gods placed it there.

Now there’s a story. Another, and another. Traveling with my sister was always an adventure and we haven’t done it for years. Her daughter is now married and just graduated from college. It ages all of us a bit. Her younger daughter was headed to Greece yesterday after graduating high school. Let us hope my little sister has taught her Greek mythology, about Plato and the Iliad and The Odyssey and so much more about history.

My husband’s grandmother is in surgery now and my father is recuperating from surgery. We’re out on two fronts now and it’s exhausting for me but many times more for them. We know this will happen as our parents and grandparents age, as we do.

Nelson Mandela, (r.i.p.) THANK YOU! You opened doors no-one could unlock.Imagine a young person in South Africa reading the blog of an old white woman who lives in the USA in the middle of no-where. You didn’t invent the internet (no Al Gore joke) but made connecting over the seas possible through your efforts at understanding and collaboration. Thank you, Dee

Happy and Safe

There is a dichotomy in our household recently, as my husband is working from home much of the time. I’ve moved into the office so we set one up for him in our bedroom with en suite bath so he only comes out to say hello, get a Dr. Pepper.

Our dog Zoe is very concerned right now as she wants to have access everywhere and doesn’t know where to go when he shuts the door, and she cannot herd us all the time. Oh, she’s an Aussie mix.

I must say that of all the thousands of dogs and cats I’ve dealt with over the past 20 years as a volunteer, Zoe is the happiest creature I’ve ever met. We’ve had her since she was six weeks old, she’s now 11.5, happy and healthy.

She’ll do anything for an adult, child, other dog, even cats. My first dog Chani was abused by a Deputy Sheriff, kicked, and pelted with rocks from neighborhood kids over the fence. I knew her for a year at the shelter then adopted her and had her, kids and moms loved her, for ten years.

Zoe was so sick when we got her at six weeks, coccidia and hookworms and I had that taken care of immediately. She also needed her hips removed as a pup, worst hip dysplasia her vet ever saw. I didn’t have to teach her anything but going outside. She’s been a natural with people and cats and other dogs and unlike other shelter pets I’ve worked with, she is trusting and kind and has always felt safe since we had the opportunity to adopt her.

She is getting older but she remains happy and safe, and we will take care of her ’til the end. I’m getting older too but may have another pup in me, to care for. Our Zoe has a few years in her, we hope. To saving graces, canine, Dee

Get Passport

For five years I had a computer program with a calendar that also had a priority “To Do” list. For five years my brother tortured me that this was my first priority and had been on my calendar for so long. Finally I went out and got one and went to Europe for the first time.

We were on the phone the other day and he said “Get Passport” was on his list. Get out of here! Stop messing with me, that was years ago! He said, no. He means it. I traveled pre-9/11 mostly except for Scotland, Britain and Italy.

My brother has no more room for stamps in his passport so needs a new one. Wouldn’t I like that to be my problem. I am stuck in the great lakes with a husband who now travels a lot and I get to take care of the dog.  Yee haw!

Our passports are up in two years. Heavens, I’d like a better photo than the last one. Cheers! Dee