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Three “S”

Fast work here, for our guests who left early, hopefully not because of my cooking. Our nephew made a trifle for a dear grandma who lent him a sled.

Soup, sandwich and a salad. We had dressing our nephew made for a Caesar the day before, ham and cheese sandwiches and soup. My husband picked up fresh bread and I had everything ready to go. Well, to eat quickly before they left town.

I also made a goody bag with corn bread, banana bread, semi-trifle (tiny aluminum pans only allowed one layer), cheese and crackers, and a big “sippy cup” of water for the road.

Having guests is wonderful. Having one’s own home back is good, too and we were more tired than we thought.

Special note to our nephew – Zoe misses you! Cheers, Dee

The Second Frig

It’s snowing, from the east. I saw a barge offshore lit up like a Christmas tree and all of a sudden it disappeared. Snow has passed 20 minutes later and there are actually plows out on the roads. Miracle of miracles! Yet my only explanation is that they want to be home for Christmas so are doing their jobs early instead of days late or not ever.

Our former mountain home had round-the-clock plowing plus shoveling. Here, there’s just salt. I have to pick up the dog (30 plus lbs.) because the salt on ice or snow kills her paws and she’s an older girl. So as of last weekend she has a coat, but as of last weekend, snow booties. I’d rather carry her than put those on.

It looks like a winter wonderland and is seventeen degrees right now. I have to check the temperatures to find out how many layers to wear in the morning and what type of boot. Some people collect designer shoes, I make sure I’ve the right winter clothing for me and my husband. Scotland story? I’ll see if I told it before.

Trifle is a Brit “pudding” that is very easy to make. I made one and assembled it in the trifle bowl and had no place to put it. It is in a secure bag inside another bag with packing peanuts et al around it. We had to temporarily place it on our balcony in 11 degree weather so it wouldn’t freeze. We gave it as a gift today.

Several other items had to go out to the “second frig” which we were used to having in the mountains. That was our garage. I always kept our lemon and berry trifle in the garage. My husband would bring it to work for his team.

All the markets are closed today and while we expect mostly a quiet day together, we do have plans for a brief visit with friends.

I ordered bone-in beef ribeye steaks that we’ll cook on the grill. Rosti potatoes, green beans and braised carrots. Just the two of us. After traveling halfway across the country on the train that would not end (we were ten hours late) to visit sixty of my husband’s relatives for Thanksgiving, we enjoy some quiet time together, just us and Zoe (the dog). No, she will not get steak.

Health and happiness throughout the new year, Dee

American Pie

Yes, I have the lyrics on my music stand and made up the chords as a beginner guitarist to suit me and even did a riff at the end for my guitar teacher a few years ago. I know, you want me to say before the music died.

It lives and I awaken every day with a song in my heart, whether it be from The Sound of Music, Johnny Cash, Joan Baez, Juni Fisher or Bob Dylan.

I’m writing about ham, and cheese, perhaps even a quiche, as that is an American Pie. No top crust on that, sadly. Pot pie is an invention made to disguise leftovers. Apple pie is a classic but I prefer strawberry/rhubarb. No, I don’t bake as that was left to my mother and sisters so I did main courses and veg on Thanksgiving.

So what is American Pie? I’d like it to be a melting pot of many of our cultures but today, politicians say the folks who came in and looked like them are “in” and everyone else is out. That doesn’t sit right with me.

I always thought I was a good Catholic girl growing up with strict rules around the house and many chores on weekends. As I recall now I was a scrapper from the start, smart and always fighting for the little ones. No fisticuffs, only words. I like to think that spirit is a piece of American Pie. I didn’t fit in and neither did they, but I was three years older so put the bullies in their place.

Perhaps it started when a family of boys on our small school bus stole my hat and ripped it in half. It was cold out and I had to walk 1/4 mile home from said bus without it. I was crying entering the classroom and the teacher sent me to the principal. He knew the family and showed me photos of the boys so I could identify them. I was terrified as I knew there were eight of them and they would retaliate but my dairy friends, two families with ten kids between them stuck up for me the next day and not a word was said thereafter.

My aunts kept a dictionary atop the toilet in their guest powder room. We were expected to open it, learn a word and define it before we rejoined them. Of course we only touched the dictionary with clean and dry hands.

Never underestimate the power of language. I miss those protectors too and we’ve been in touch since, but that was a long, long time ago. Dee

Rote Learning

Battle of Hastings

1066

Ask anyone and they will say 1066; no one ever learned what happened there. They just learned to repeat what the teacher said and answer a quiz every week.

I paid one third of my college tuition through summer work, as my parents would not allow me to work during the school year (I volunteered for Development, checked coats and gave out name tags and earned way better meals than the cafeteria)!

Taking two religion classes and two philosophy classes were required, and we were not forced to go to Mass. The first philosophy class was taught by a priest who said do not think, if you do you will not pass my tests. Oh, and if you can prove that God does not exist you’ll get an A. My second religion class was forced on me at age 17 and the Prof was called Dr. D for a reason. It was American Evangelical Tradition.

He told me we had graduate-level work and I was 18. I had to write a 20-page paper and I did it on Billy Graham’s financial practices. Of course I got a D.

Dad said that if I ever got below a C he would cut off college tuition support. I packed everything and came home for the summer and told him I got a D in religion and he said “it’s only religion!” I was Deans’ List thereafter.

Don’t think in philosophy? How can they charge parents for that course? Fortunately I had two profs that opened my mind and my life. And I had a couple of great teachers growing up. Thank you AL and J, Sally, Fr. Cap. and Fr. John. Enjoy the holidays! Dee

ps Fr Cap, I loved Mass at the Chapel and even went downtown for the Latin Mass and knew all the responses. Now I only go to Mass in Italy but would love to see the Basilica here.

Service

Hanging up is never a good thing unless the people who work for you say awful things after they think they hung up their phone, like “thanks for being unreasonable.” I called back and fired them immediately as no-one treats me like that and gets away with it.

I think we’ve lost customer service and personal decorum as a people and don’t know what to do to get it back. I’ve six phone calls mostly from the Police today about tagging on a trail where I can’t walk my dog because of sexual assaults, and one woman walked in to the next building and never came out and police took out all our garbage to check for remains, that info came from my barber who knows everything. It bodes ill for our neighborhood and the services for which we pay dearly.

Trust is a word I only use for my husband, dog, father and certain family members. There are friends I’ve invited over for years who I trusted and have turned against us. Service is another matter, but I need to trust anyone who comes into our home. Take a pet sitter, who has our home and dog and I trust them implicitly and they’ve always come through, Zoe has even chased a strange man (to me, because I don’t have dog eye and nose capabilities) down the street because he had once cared for her. He turned around and patted her and said her name, nearly a year later. Now that’s service.

When I pay for service, I expect it and always leave extra for the good work that has been done. I pay for excellent service and when someone I hire hangs up the cell phone while saying “thank you for being unreasonable” I take action.

I’ll find someone else. I’ll do it myself until I can do so. No, I’m not the word that rhymes with witch, I’ve been ill for 30 years now and can justify having help twice a month. It’s life. Anyone will tell you I’m a good egg. You don’t need to like us but do your job and please do not insult us. Better days, cheers, Dee.

My Dog Has Shoes

Yes, our town does not believe in plowing streets, any streets. Instead they spray salt or brine onto our streets and sidewalks with salt or a saline mix. We were used to daily plowing, sometimes several times per day as needed, in a ski area.

County park streets/sidewalks and sadly, even parks during summer are rarely touched by park personnel. We lived in the Rockies for years and never had this problem until this year, when our dog places one paw up after the other unable to take the salty snow mix. The snow was cold for her and we tried paw wax but this salt/slush/snow is too much all together. She hates it.

As a cook I know that old-time ice cream makers had a churn and vessel for the cream-flavored mixture and on the exterior there was chipped ice and rock salt (the kind you use for your driveway) to make it even colder so as the kids churned it, the freezing would go faster.

Yesterday my husband researched dog booties, and we went to get her some. Well, he did and there’s no way I’ll put them on her. When she gets up in the morning it’s enough for me to go to the bathroom and do things like brush my teeth and put my hair up in a ponytail. She needs to go out asap so I do it.

In really cold weather I’ll need pull-on boots and perhaps ski pants and several jackets. That takes a few minutes. In summer it’s a snap. But in winter she has a coat as well, Ruffwear, that protects her from rain, snow and cold. Plus I have to check the temp real quick to decide what we need to wear.

My husband says early on a weekend morning when he’s up on his computer, oh, hi.” I ask him if he took the dog out and fed her. “No, she hasn’t asked me yet.”

Dear, she has to go. OK. Then he spends an hour in the bathroom shaving and showering and thinking and I just get up and take the dog out. With 17 layers on different parts who cares what the security guard thinks, just get the dog out!

He won’t take her out but will spend two hours researching dog shoes. I will not place them on her paws and she knows that and that I don’t mind carrying her the last 200 feet home and know that I can run a 1″ bath right near the door in the bath so her paws will be OK.

I’m right brain and he’s left. Given a problem we come to the same or similar conclusion with vastly different processes, but we love each other and love our dog. I figure that if we wear shoes or boots out in the snow (I’ve a few pairs for every occasion) so should Zoe.

Thank you, dear. Cheers and happy holidays to all! Dee

WordPress

is changing its tactics by changing numbers. Today they challenged me and said I’ve never had an account with them, yet in my dashboard I’ve 67,119 viewers and 2,205 posts.

All I did was ask them a simple question, which I will provide to local and national media. Let’s see if they print this first. Cheers! Dee

My Own Birthday Gift

For many years I’ve wanted a Claddagh ring, especially since I met my husband and traded plain 18K gold bands in a civil ceremony.

Yes, I have yellow gold on one hand but plan for sterling silver on the right. With heart pointed in it demonstrates that I’m spoken for. My wedding band shows that I’m married.

Love, friendship and loyalty should always be in our lives, and the claddagh will help us remember that. We do not usually do gifts but I’ve wanted this for 12 years and it’s sterling silver, cheap! It’ll go with my golf (magnetic) bracelets.

It was important to get it in a large size. Guess what? I broke my left third finger at 16 playing hoops with my family in the driveway. I broke my right finger after a job interview years ago, tripping up the stairs with wallet, resume, keys and sunglasses in hand and a job offer. I couldn’t take it, sadly. They did say I was a Cadillac in a VW factory…..

Getting the ring over the broken joint is the issue. It’ll stay on no matter the fit. Sorry to have to do this for my husband but he’s too busy. Dee

 

My College Days

were about freedom and learning about life and art and history. Also my majors, Soc and Psyc. Yes, I was forced to take religion, math and science. My advisor, former head of the Sociology department, is still in touch.

Of course I hung out with my wing mates, the gals of 3W. Also knew the guys on 3N, Bacchus and the Swamp, the leader of which is still in touch as well.

W called me twelve years ago. He said he’d been looking for me for 20 years, to see how I’m doing and tell me about his family. He found me online because of a tech conference and called. I thought it was my boyfriend/now husband who was out of town playing a joke on me.

We met him a few years ago for lunch in NYC. I’ve been in touch with some of my wing mates as well in the last year or so. It’s “life event” time, kids marrying, parents dying.

The drug story will have to wait. OK. Here ’tis. After graduation I was visiting at a party next door to major campus dealers, I knew one. They gave me $10-20 to get a small amount of pot. I’ve never done drugs nor will I ever unless a doctor prescribes it for end-stage cancer. I went over there. They sat me down and did an intervention for 1/2 hour. They said you cooked for us once. Do not ever take drugs. Blah blah blah. I told him I was set up, I didn’t do drugs, would never do so and I’m glad you liked my chicken.

There are too many stories to tell now so permit me to tell you how we often ended a weekend evening. Circle, arms around each other and singing something about going home with the armadillo. I now know it as a Texas standout song from Jerry Jeff Walker, and have even visited Gruene Hall where he sang it, called London Homesick Blues.

And I substantiate the rumor that the English sense of humor is drier than the Texas sand. We all hugged in a circle and kicked our legs for that seven minute song.

That, W, is something I’ll always remember. Dee

Dignity

Two things.

First, not foremost is the Texas high school 91-1 rout. This football team was re-districted so they could win more games. Bullying by the coach? I don’t know. Bullying by the team shows the coach is a bully.

Give it up at halftime, folks. You’ve had your time under the lights. These are your neighbors you may be working for one day, especially if they become Aggies!

Another Texan, Ted Cruse, was the point man to take down our government for 16 days. Now he blames it on democrats and our president. He is a liar, plain and simple. His party set him up to succeed or fail. I think he failed.

I am an independent who is a fiscal conservative and social liberal, and will do anything in my powers to assure that Ted Cruse, Freshman Congressman, will not become the next president of the United States of America.

This is Newt Gingrich, redux. I’ll run phone banks, volunteers, lit drops, whatever we need. Yes, I’m management, but earned my chops. Dee