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Drops

This morning I awoke to water in my ear. I cleaned it out carefully and applied a drop of a mixture of hydrogen peroxide and vinegar, my husband’s concoction. A drop.

Think of one’s life. If you want change it happens drop by drop. One cannot change the world in a millisecond, well, at least not without an atomic bomb, which is why no government has done that to another in decades.

Change happens with seeds of information and persuasion that slowly grow and hopefully flower. Sometimes they die, those are lost dreams, at least for now. Sometimes people “soldier on” and take their hits to get what they want from life, work and especially the government. I’ve taken my hits in all those arenas.

In the end I hope that the number of drops are not rationed because I plan to use many more for positive change. Oh, the drop I placed in my ear via glass vial and glass squeezie thing is all better now. That is how drops work. They help heal things. Dee

The Food Snob

Yes, I created him. He is my husband who only ate individually wrapped string cheese from the frig and would ditch the wrappers on the carpet to his geek computer he created in the Man Cave.

He has opined after years together about the virtues of four-year vs. five-year cheddar.

When I mentioned the other day that I didn’t remember the last fresh mozzarella I used on our Friday night pizza, he said, “why not make your own? You’ve always wanted to do so.”

Not today! Go back to the store, get 2 gallons of unpasteurized milk and after I make mozz I have to make ricotta from the whey? No whey, Jose. I already have to make dough, sauce, mushrooms, peppers. It takes long enough right now to make the dough as well, I’ll make mozzarella and ricotta when I’m ready and not under the gun to make dinner for you.

Managing expectations. We all do it, with spouses, kids, bosses. You can have a cookie as soon as you finish your broccoli.Think about it, Dee

A New Superhero

Like The Blue Raja or The Shoveler, we have a new Superhero.

She is The Sleeper. She can awaken in an instant to bark at any sound but is capable of sleeping 2o hours per day. Yes, she is a dog, our dog.

An 11 year-old Aussie mix, she had a troubled youth, born into squalor and losing both her hips before she was a year old, she was determined to sleep her way to victory. Luckily we found this talented girl when she was five weeks old at a shelter, adopted her and knew she would be a Superhero.

While asleep she chases criminals like squirrels, mean cats and bunnies. Her twitching and REM sleep lets us know she’s on the job.

I’ve never seen her Superhero outfit as I don’t want to ask about her extracurricular activities. I just know that when we’re asleep, she is fighting crime. I know she’s got an eye on a local turkey who somehow gets pardoned every Thanksgiving. That deserves further investigation.

As for the two mice in another state, the gun just went off. Willy-nilly. Snow was on the ground, they came out of their hideout and she was a rookie back then. Statute of limitations is over. Internal Affairs cleared her for duty.

There is an ongoing investigation, suspended for now because she’s miles away. He’s called Ermine the Vermin. He lived under a hot tub and poached his prey in a neighbor’s hot tub. How’s that for a opportunistic serial killer, a stoat. He rubbed it in her face by running back and forth outside a sliding door.

His fur may be on Queen Elizabeth II’s ceremonial robes, however, but she will have to go to the Palace to complete the investigation.

Sad to say, but our Superhero would like to retire at age 80 and spend time with her family. She’s fine and healthy but if a new Superhero would like to come to the fore, she would be happy to train/vet that new dog or cat. Yes, she likes cats.

Hope you’re having a great weekend! Dee

Rub-a-Dub Dub

Dee’s stuck in the tub. Yes. Perhaps four times in three years I have used the jetted tub. I had a bad health day. You don’t want to hear about that.

I got the water up over the jets and turned the jets on. Five minutes later, they would not go off. I had a day-mare of Maintenance showing up with me naked in the tub. Luckily my husband the physicist was home and he turned it off at the breaker. I was terrified and shook for an hour before starting dinner. Here’s the haiku.

The jets were soothing

My skin was smoothing

In all it was a good day

Call maintenance now

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We have jobs. Today my husband enters his last weekday of freedom. We’ll have the weekend together then things will change. We will each be able to do our jobs. He will be able to be out of my kitchen, out of the way at least a few days a week and I’ll have to take the dog out 5X per day alone. Tradeoffs. He gets to make money. I get to vacuum, and run the dishwasher and washing machine and pay the bills as he will not be omnipresent on the phone and need silence.

I always liked preparing things like having all the laundry done and meals planned out and set up for weekends, when he was coming home every night. Now he will not be here during the week. It has been routine and now I find myself awakening with my arms stretched out to his pillow.

Oh, don’t worry about dog Zoe. She’s an opportunist and just thinks, yeah, that’s MY space! Zoe, you are too furry to be my husband, and I know the difference. She has two beds at home, three if you include ours, and an orthopedic bed in my car for trips. No, she’s not spoiled, but when she takes over his pillows……. Dee

ps A dear friend lost her mother recently and we promised a museum visit in her honor. Perhaps this weekend is the best time to do so.

Routine

I’m certain you know that herding dogs crave routine. I took Zoe in the back seat to bring my husband to work one hot morning down south years ago and she wanted to do it every day.

As soon as he said goodbye and got out to cross the street, next to the bus enclosure, Zoe would hop into the passenger seat and sit down as if she was a person. Everyone at the bus stop laughed. Every day. “My goodness! She looks human!”

Sometimes I crave routine because it’s easy, often I want something challenging. I often do that through writing and my food. We have had off-routine for some time now as my husband has been doing challenging things for himself. My world was turned upside down but he doesn’t know that.

If you read an earlier post my trackball mouse that helps me with my arthritis broke the other day. Only the scroller broke and I use that a lot so he installed another just for scrolling. Yesterday we received the new one which is similar. He installed it last night and I’m dealing with the variabilities. I’ve saved the old one as it may be fixed and sold on eBay for $600 (we bought it for $35) because they’re not made anymore. The trackball is smaller and I’m overshooting or undershooting this morning so please bear with me if I err.

Routine. Going between two computer mice drove me nuts but what was even worse is that after two days I started to get used to it!! It’s scary what the human mind can do. Thank goodness I’m getting that routine back.

This morning was horrible. I will not cook until my kitchen is clean. I only had a few hand-wash dishes from dinner. Dinner was great, chicken wings in my famous marinade/sauce, roasted red potatoes with olive oil, s&p and thyme. Spring greens salad with Campari tomatoes and my husband’s routine, ranch dressing. I like to make variable vinaigrettes but he loves his ranch dressing.

So I got a nose bleed after dinner and didn’t finish the hand-wash dishes until this morning. An alarm was set. I took out the dog and fed her. My husband, when in town, usually sits at the kitchen counter/bar on a nice stool and I feed him.

Eggs over medium, bacon, two strips, toast with jam that will not stain his dress shirt. Orange juice, herbal tea, and an allergy pill. He was in my kitchen this morning messing me up. We are definitely not back to “routine.” Not yet.

I need to pick up my game and be there for my family. The research we’ve done has been helpful but my breakfast game is about ten minutes off. Will work to serve. Dee

Memorial Day Dinner

I’ve been up since three o’clock. Grocery opens at eight and I plan to be there. Perhaps sausages (hand-made) but only if they have good buns, not the usual bland fare.

Lamb Robert, I just need to see the ingredients so I can shop for it. It’ll be so great! I just want to have a fun and relaxing day with my husband and dog Zoe.

Perhaps sandwiches for lunch as we look out at the regattas and kites. With a nice salad. I want to make this day special. Remember a loved one on this Memorial Day, Dee

Fun

I hate starting posts like this, but it really was many years ago. My father was a big name in a small community, but was controversial and still is, years following his tenure and even in his semi-retirement (he likes to keep busy).

The town next door was reveling in its first and still only traffic light. It had one insurance broker, with an assistant.

Always short on cash, I was a new analyst for the Speaker of the Assembly, filling in on insurance because the real analyst was on maternity leave. Pre-internet, pre bill-pay I was concerned to get my car insurance payment in on the first, the due date so sent it by certified mail three days in advance, return receipt.

My agent indeed received the payment on the 1st of the month, waited until the 2nd to go to the only bank in this little town, and told his secretary (they were not called Admins back then) to cancel my policy. On the 3rd I received confirmation of my payment on the 1st from both the bank and postal service and a letter stating that my policy had been cancelled (after they took the funds).

I tried to call my agent and his secretary kept saying he was out. Was he at the bank, the diner or the school or the bar or only hotel. There were only a half dozen buildings on the main street. Where could he have been all day? And why wouldn’t he talk to me.

Knowing enough insurance law in a few weeks to know that even if the customer messes up a payment (I had proof I did not do so) there is a 15 day grace period. I told that to his secretary. He finally called me back and said I was late and there is no grace period in state law.

That evening my roommate and I attended an insurance function. Of course, who was there but the new Insurance Commissioner, a former lobbyist we knew from work and other events. He asked why I was so down. I told him I no longer had insurance on my ancient VW and told him the story.

He told me to call his secretary first thing in the morning with my agent’s phone number and asked if he could take care of this issue himself because it would remind him of the old days and be “SO MUCH FUN!!!!!” I messengered over copies of relevant documents.

He called and asked why the agent cancelled my policy. I swear the agent soiled his trousers in this tiny town where he was a big Muskie about to be swallowed by a whale. Of course, sir, her policy is in force and we did receive her payment on time. Why would you think we would ever cancel her policy? Fun, yeah.

Lesson learned. I kept him on until deciding my family would get multiple auto, homeowners insurance et al elsewhere and I kept mine wherever I lived until there were Internet and bill pay options from our bank. We’ve had the same auto insurance for nearly 20 years now and just change cars and prices. They treat us professionally and still, I (I pay the bills) pay them on time every month. It’s always nice to have a whale in one’s pocket. Message here is don’t mess with Dee. Cheers! Dee

Double-Dipping

My precious trackball mouse gave up with scrolling. It was about $35 eight years ago. They do not make it anymore so others are from $400-650. My laptop is eight years old and a sophomore in high school would probably buy it for $100 because it has extra memory and a new hard drive that cost us way more than that.

No way am I going to spend $600 for a trackball mouse. Now I’m using two,  one just for scrolling. I’ve work to do and switching mice every few seconds means I’m losing time and time is valuable.

I’ve arthritis and this trackball has been very valuable over the years. It is no longer manufactured so my husband has found me a substitute. $32. Not $600.

Perhaps I should bury this at the ranch this winter. I hate using two and do not wish to get used to doing so because of the arthritis so will bury you, but not without accolades and a proper demise. Sorry, I had to switch to scroll. Heaven help me, I cannot do this for life. Dee

Vomit

Yes, my dog, before 7 a.m., vomited all over the lobby downstairs. My husband is not awake yet but as he uses the 16′ leash and is focused on neighbors and doesn’t always pay attention, she probably ate something icky off the sidewalk or park.

I’m certain my butt will be on camera cleaning this up. I apologized profusely and insisted on cleaning it up myself. Now she’s back on the bed and my husband is supposed to be watching her while snoring. It’s Sunday morning, long weekend.

Breakfast? No for the dog. She just passed heartworm and fecal parasite tests the other day. It’s either the pig’s ear we bought her on Tuesday as a treat from the vet visit (no to that) or my husband allowed her to eat something dead while he was focused on a conversation with an interesting neighbor.

My walks are structured. Zoe wears a hand-made Asian silk Martingale collar with a 6′ leather leash. I hold the handle with my two middle fingers and the leash with my forefinger and thumb for control. No, I never designed this, it just works. Yes, I’ll say hi and talk but she is always under my control a few feet away. Yes, we both always pick up after her. Don’t ever worry about that with us.

With agile software guidance my husband must allow compatriots the longest leash (or none) he can in order to make quality work meet delivery demands. Our dog is an eater of dead birds and frogs that she usually delivers 48 hours later on our bed and that’s seven loads of wash, one comforter has to go out to be cleaned with our own hypoallergenic soap.

A focused and methodical nature is what I expect of and receive from my dear physicist husband. This morning, whatever our old girl Zoe ate last night off the pavement came up publicly. It was not fun. I’m thinking of teaching him to use my method. As Caesar Millan would say, calm submissive. I would never say that about people but if a dog is balanced between its owners (he’s the fun guy, I’m the food wench and disciplinarian) all will be well and we’ve done this for 11 years together. Together over 14, married over 12. Pup is now 11.

A life-work balance would work for us as we haven’t had that for a while. We’ll see. Dee

I see that when my husband lets her go in the park or on the pavement she ends up very happy then vomits in a safe place, usually our bed. I don’t mind that much as it’s probably twice a year so I have to do those seven loads of wash anyway. And that’s the way it is, Sunday May 24. Good night. RIP Walter Cronkite. I was only allowed 30 minutes of TV as a kid, not counting my parents watching the news. I liked Flipper. We got an hour if it was Jacques Cousteau, as that was education.Dee

Framing

I like to think of challenges as a whole and figure out a way to get there. That is how my husband thinks of his consulting engagements. Framing.

Over the years I have also framed art and look at the colors and matting and frames as a job as well, one that I enjoy. My husband just thinks they’re pictures on our walls but then, his mind doesn’t go there as he’s concerned with other things.

My father took up painting at age 80 and I’ve three of his works, beautifully framed by his eldest child. I’m writing my will and giving these three to my dear brother. He is a framer of art, of ballet, and will care for them when I’m gone.

There are several more to do. An original work from Dad 30 years ago by an art student at a prestigious school. Four works from Dad on seasons that I’d like to do as a large piece if possible. They will go alongside a quilt my m-i-l made in the 70’s that we “framed” into a seasonal quartet.

Framing our lives is something I do every day. It’s not having a light yellow over a slight red with a particular wood frame. It is our lives. They are changing and I hope to frame them well.

Cheers and good morning! Dee