Coffee, Tea, Me?

Not me. I love the smell of roasted coffee and that of tobacco in the local shop as a kid with Dad. I do not partake of either.

I’ve been driven through coffee outlets many times, for one girl friend, the driver. We have only had herbal tea. Living in the UK made me believe in electric kettles. Their electrical circuits are so strong they can boil water in a minute. Ours aren’t that fast but work in mountains where water boils at 140 degrees F. Stovetop takes forever and tea is cold. Don’t even ask me about hard-boiled eggs, that took a summer to perfect.

Then, what does one add to that water? I bought a special mix for my husband that I love and he doesn’t like so we went to Teavana and bought him a tea he likes and a carafe in which to make it. I know I have too much kitchen stuff! Think of tea as the next star*****.

He has a cold and needs hot tea so I’ll go and brew some for him. Yes, I’m staying away from him lest I’ll get the bug. Cheers! Dee

ps the two blends we have are the Beach Bellini, my favorite, and my husband’s is the Raspberry Limeade.

Soft vs. Hard

I realized that years ago when I married my husband, a dairyman’s son and physics grad turned software engineer/consultant. I had no idea at the time that techies often meet and marry kindergarten teachers. Well, I was his, albeit a softie consultant for non-profit organizations.

After 15 years together, I now give him advice on consulting, also have time to pay the bills, write and cook.

I chose the colors and the flowers yesterday. Now, I don’t know much about flowers or design but did good and the florist did better. Thistles are hard, so is yarrow. The yellow alstroemeria softened up the mix and made it work. Just like my husband and me. We’re both smart (he’s a genius) but in different ways.

We can solve a problem and come to the same conclusion using vastly different brain processes. I’m a leftie, he’s a rightie, hands not politics. We each use a different side of the brain. Harmony with dissonance.

As to dog Zoe, she has a pack brain. She makes sure we, her pack, are with her at all times. Food, walk, pack. I’d love to come back as her as what a charmed life that would be. Cheers and enjoy the weekend! Dee

Yellow and Blue

There was a dear neighbor I’d known for years and even shared care-taking responsibilities for rescuing a lost cat before we got George adopted. Our old dogs were buddies.

She got mad at me for something I didn’t do, and a couple of years went by. One morning her dog dragged her to my door. I petted the dog and my neighbor said hello. Her dog died the next day.

I received a note at my door. Immediately I went out and bought a vase with yellow and blue flowers and delivered it to her. She invited me in and we became friends again.

A month later my old dog passed. I left her a note. She responded with a new vase and different yellow and blue flowers. We’ve lost touch over the years but I like this story for many reasons.

We were, were not, then were friends. We loved our dogs and they loved both of us. Her dog was persistent to get us back together before she died. A month later my dog knew she was dying (died the next day) so brought a huge teddy bear to the Park, a new thing as for ten years she’d always brought a ball to chase, and said goodbye to all the dogs, their owners and all the kids in the tot lot who always called out her name and ran to see her.

Blue and yellow do not signify death to me. They mean life, love, friendship. My husband is en route home and now I buy him flowers every week. He got them for me for 15 years so now everyone laughs at me for buying them for him. I guess most wives don’t do that. Less time meticulously buying flowers for me means more precious time with us. Plus, the gorgeous flower place where I go is half-off on Fridays!

Today I bought yarrow (yellow), blue/purple thistles, a reminder of our time in Scotland and its’ national flower, and yellow alstroemeria. Yellow and blue. Life, love and friendship. Cheers and have a great weekend! We plan to chill out and make a couple of dry aged NY strip steaks. Dee

Sing, Sing a Song…

I’ve always been partial to music. Dad was/is a violinist and taught music and had me learn violin and piano, then Santa got me a guitar for Christmas at age 12. I started an all-girl band, three guitar players, and we actually played in a talent contest for our school. They were tone-deaf. Luckily our family moved to another school district shortly thereafter, though we did come in second! It doesn’t say much for first place. Hey, I was 12.

I often awaken with a song in my head. Often it’s just voice, sometimes guitar or piano showing me how to play it. No dreams speak violin.

There are a few songs that annoy me and stay in my head for weeks. My husband knows this so sings one from time to time. From “Annie,” The Sun Will Come Up Tomorrow” is one.

Once, I took the Disney ride through a small world. It is a small world after all, my brain told me for weeks. Even seeing the titles gets my mind going, so I haven’t searched for more. Often I awaken singing (in my mind) Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash or Dave Mason. Those are good days…

There are three threats in my home. First is that my husband will allow Zoe the dog to eat something icky from the park and vomit on our bed. Second is that my husband wants to tease me so starts singing one of these songs.

Third is me. Husband is deathly allergic to fish and came home with a rash that started to cover his body. I gave him OTC medication and called his mother, a nurse. We got him over it without going to the ER. He had gone to a Russian buffet with his work cohorts and either ate a piece of fish or ate meat that was fried in oil in which fish had floundered (pun intended).

Whenever he is too methodical I say “I’m hungry. How about a Russian buffet?

That’s what happens after fifteen years together. We just know each other, Luke, I am your father. Yes, we see the marathons together on cable as someone never returned our DVD’s. I had never seen a Star Wars movie until 15 years ago. He saw it as a boy and knows every difference from the original to the revised version.

We bring good things and tease each other from time to time. Much to do now before businesses open, and my love will be home late tonight. Cheers! Dee

 

Routine

Zoe is a herding dog, an Australian Shepherd mix probably with a Border Collie and/or Golden Retriever. I got to see her pack when she was five weeks old and they looked like Aussies. She thrives on routines. First permit me to say that she is an indoor dog who loves frozen raw food and dried food for travel, that she is lifted up to our bed to sleep at night and goes out 4-6 times per day. She is now 88 in people years.

We’ve also our routines, my husband and I, that have changed. Zoe and I were out at 5:30 this fine Saturday morning and husband is sleeping and snoring before nine. I’m wondering what to make for breakfast.

He’s gone during the week so we make do and I eat fruit and yogurt and perhaps some fish (he’s deathly allergic) and Zoe’s routine is similar but she knows Daddy’s gone so goes to extra lengths to protect me. When we’re both at home she just lies where we can’t get away and no-one can get into the front door without her knowing about it and making some noise.

I used to make bacon and eggs and toast with jam, and tea and OJ for breakfast for my husband, not me. Not anymore. My routine took about ten minutes, including the tea. He used to bring me flowers.

Now I use one vase (asters and accents/fillers last week) and clean it and buy him flowers every week. Friday, half price Friday, but at another spot I found him some wonderful tulips, cut them down and arranged them. For much of our lives together he’s bought me flowers. Now, as he arrives home late Friday night I get them for him. The routine has changed and everyone who rings me up sales-wise compliments me not just on my choices, but the fact that I buy flowers for my husband. I’m guessing most women don’t do that.

So, there is routine and breaking routine. I like both. Our Zoe loves routine. My husband gets to change it at will, sleeping ’til noon and when I’ve a full normal breakfast for him arranged will ask for oatmeal with milk and fruit. I roll with the punches. Over the past year this non-cook has asked to learn how to make pancakes and fresh pasta. He must be looking for a new wife!

Yesterday I ran into a neighbor with a gorgeous dog we’ve taken care of for a few weeks. Our dogs get along great together (another change in routine). There’s a four month-old pup of that wonderful breed available that makes me salivate but Zoe is the only dog in my life for now except when L moves in for a week or two. They’re two peas in a pod.

She’s sending me a link to the pup. I can’t do this. It’s against routine. Dee

What Did You Do…

this summer? Inevitably the teacher mispronounces your name and you must correct her/him and ask to use your nickname and mine is Dee.

This is the first page you’ll have to write. I love that my neighbors grand-kids can write about all the things they’ve seen with their grandparents, fireworks and water parks and much more. They also got to see their canine friend, our Zoe, and start to learn Backgammon and Braille. Their Grands’ neighbor’s dog is blind and the kids love dogs. They haven’t met yet but we’re not jealous. They’ve loved Zoe for years. I’ve my reasons for this.

I did a lot of research into the Braille. Kiddos came over this morning and were immersed in both, multi-tasking. Later, they tasked me to go down to the garage to witness the state of my license plate, which they are putting down on a list of states they’ve seen in the past week.

This is the killer of cheat sheets for that first day “What Did You Do Last Summer” paper. Zoe and I are pleased to participate in their July 4 vacation. Cheers, Dee and Z

Kiddos

I thought they were gone, was sad and was about to pack up their presents for Grandma and Grandpa to take next time they visit.

Neighbors told me they’d been calling out our dog Zoe’s name while we were out. I got a pretty American Flag hair bow for Miss A, and a backgammon game that is wallet-sized and magnetic to keep them entertained on the long journey home.

Counseled on Braille, their grandparents (the kids are 10 and 8) live next to a blind dog, an old friend of ours. The kids both multi-tasked between Backgammon and Braille. Pretty impressive, plus they petted Zoe every so often. Zoe was not happy at not being the center of attention so I had to take her for an extra walk after they went out for an excursion with their grandparents.

It’s great to see such smart kids. I know that Zoe will be lost in their memories soon which is why I made a gift and got a tiny game so they would remember us all. Teenagers. We just have a dog who’s probably 88 in “people years.” Her teens were spent growing her own hips from cartilage. The only thing we never taught her was not to jump up, because she couldn’t for years.

Yep, after the fireworks my husband took her out on the 16′ leash which I never use as it has no control. She got a chicken bone and crunched it. He made her spit it out but overnight she vomited on our bed and twice in the hall. Everyone was out there on blankets with food so what does a well-fed dog do? Look for scraps. Hey, I’m just the Dog Mom and love the kiddos, Dee

p.s. They came back to call on us later because they’re compiling a list of states they’ve seen on license plates in the past week. I was gone when they perused the garage but took them downstairs to get a new one, mine. They’re not taking photos or numbers, only states, a great Grands game!

Kindness

I had a bad day, yesterday. Zoe did as well. I am re-thinking our boarding choices. One company charges $200 per day for limited service so why go on one vacation in 14 years? We don’t spend that much in a day.

Zoe had her nails trimmed (I held her) and spent 1.5 hours at the desk with other dogs and they wouldn’t let me pick her up. I said no. I’ll pay for four hours and you only had her 1/3 of that time. They said for me to come back later. No-one ever told me about pickup time or forms or whatever. My eye appointment was bogus, they wanted me to sit there for hours.

I got my dog and thanked the groomer who trimmed her nails. Yes, she got a healthy tip. The owner was not nice in person so I’m questioning where to keep Zoe while we’re off in the wild blue yonder. My asking for her premature release was a trigger for the new owner who might hold it against Zoe. That’s a problem for me.

The eye place.They said they didn’t know if they had a lens made and it would take hours. I left the glasses and called an optician we’ve met (with my husband for his contacts, not with the dog) and he said they’re done and all I have to do is come back tomorrow.

In the end, retired, I talk to people, mentors are still around. I meet them every day. I try to learn something every day, whether it’s from a neighbor, butcher, doctor, scholar. Some, very few, stick in my mind. Art, Fr. John. People, Fr. Cap and Led. Helen and Pam and Chris.

I got a job in politics and thought I was in policy. I wrote laws. Good ones. I did not have a mentor there nor at my next job as a pseudo- lobbyist. I quit and went to cooking school with my life savings.

What is my job? I make lemonade from lemons. I help people and animals, and take care of my husband and dog. I made a Braille game to help grandkids know about and meet their grandparents’ new neighbors, who have a blind dog. Also got them a magnetic Backgammon game to play in the back seat of the car (yes, the pieces stick) going home.

I only got to see them for a moment. Zoe did as they arrived but Z needed to go out. The gifts are still here, to go with Grandma and Grandpa when they visit.

Yesterday a lovely Indian woman went down on her knees and petted Zoe. That has never happened. Zoe had her nails cut and spent 1.5 hours with errant dogs at the desk and was desperate to see me and go home. This interaction at home was what my Jewish friends would call a mitzvah. It was a happy moment for us both and I already sent them a thank-you note for her kindness.

With all the terror I wish to see the kindness in people and life. Dee

A Lot

First, I hope you enjoyed the holiday weekend. We did, quietly and went to a lovely dinner with former and current neighbors last evening. I got to make my usual trifle for dessert. We were home before the fireworks started, to take care of our old dog Zoe and assure she was not afraid of the noise.

Our friends F and M often make a great deal about dinner and appetizers. Last night F did a lot of work to make a true American feast. We had BBQ baby back ribs, potato salad and grilled corn on the cob. He never lets me work but allowed me to shuck the corn. Now that they’re a few blocks away we only see them a couple of times a year and it’s always a treat.

We’re going off on a trip to celebrate my father’s 85th birthday. Tomorrow we’ll trim Zoe’s nails (with an expert groomer, not me but I’ll be there to assist and keep her calm). Then she’ll try a couple of hours in open daycare with the older dogs and we’ll see how she does. A couple more of these half-days and I think she’ll be ready for an overnight. Yes, we’re leaving her there for a week. There are many phases to planning the trip, Zoe must be taken care of by the best people we can find.

As to vision, Zoe has an appointment for nails (no polish, thank you) and fun, and I’ve one to get a new lens for my new, expensive glasses I use every excuse not to wear. I’ve only had them for a month. They’re top of the line and there is a sweet spot on the right eye where I can actually see.

The problem is that I was born with a congenital defect. Certain vertebrae did not fully form, a fact I found out 30 years later. When I hit the “sweet spot” on the glasses they cause me spine issues. I’m more worried about my spine than I am a pair of glasses. It’s my first pair of gradiated bifocals and is taking time to learn to “follow my nose” as Zoe does, and use them. It is frustrating.

There’s another matter. Should we prop up my computer and television so I can hit that sweet spot on which I recently had surgery for a growth and was just diagnosed with a tiny cataract. I think the proof is in the pudding. Why keep glasses in the case all the time and use cheap readers for computer, cooking or television? I say make these work and have my old ones work as well if the new prescription is a winner. Old ones will be single vision, not bifocal.

I’ve many visions as to life and world and would love to see them through my eyes as well as my brain and heart. Cheers! Dee

 

Replacement & Renewal

There is no way I can replace my husband or renew him with another. He is it. Once I’m gone you should be smart, dear. And perhaps be a good cook. You can be buddies that go to the local brew pub together for a burger. First date.

As to dogs, I’m also with Zoe until the end. She’s healthy at 12.5 years. Hopefully both of us will be with her in her final moments.

Some people replace, I make sure our dog is renewed so we stay in each others’ lives. We may renew, but can never replace our Zoe. She came from a shelter with bad hips we had to work on (excised, FHNO) as a bad case but we saw her through it over the years and stopped helping when she stole a pound of steak off our counter! No, not cured but 80% , top scores for total hip removals when she had to grow her own. Yes, hips. From cartilage. No titanium hips for 25 lb. dogs then.

Zoe has the best personality in the thousands of animals I’ve met. She’s kind of a mascot here and gets along with everyone. I don’t know if I could pick up from another shelter a dog that is anyone like her. Yes,  all of mine, all four over nearly 3o years have been rescues.

It is about renewal, not replacement. Our Zoe is fine. I would never try to replace her and want Jake to know that Max is here now, for you, for us. Thanks for your friendship. I miss you, Jake, you let Max meet Aunt Dee and as it is your family, Max knows me and Zoe and I watered your tree in the park to let you know we care and miss you.

Sometimes I wish that the people who treated me badly over life were punished. I choose the positive of wisdom, family, friends, colleagues, lots of neighbors, and to treat them wisely. A positive attitude is always a plus. I have one, as our “Greek for Life” dog herds me/stands by me 24/7 and takes care of everyone here. Here’s to a “peach.”  Dee