Honor, Among Thieves?

There are two I have in mind. One taxes us at home twice what my husband is taxed for and earns in another state. To me, I’m about to do our taxes, that is highway robbery.

The other is a woman who has been going around our neighborhood stealing from people. She was caught a couple of months ago and I’ve even seen video footage of her counting her loot and walking in like she owns the place. The District Attorney declined to prosecute due to lack of evidence (there is video evidence and our security company caught her at another location) so she’s back.

In 1993 ago I bought my first new car, a bright red army jeep with no back seats so I could take my dog to the beach to run and chase really fast birds she could never catch. Soft top, I bought The Club to keep it from being stolen.

Ten years later I habitually put on The Club even though I knew we’d only get $2,300 for the old car. I was worried they’d steal The Club!

I grew up in neighborhoods where we never locked our doors or our cars. Those were the days. Now I am always religious about locking our doors.

The second I walk in or walk out the door is locked. The thief jiggles door handles, finds one open, steals money, wallets, cell phones from neighbors who are taking out the trash or taking their dog for a quick walk. I lock our doors and so far we’ve not been targeted.

As for the government tax thieves all we can do is move to a state with no income tax. Yes, I know where they are and where we want to be. Smarter than the average bear, Dee

Definition of “Done”

My definition of “done”

My husband has drilled this into me for over 14 years. I got the lingo all those years ago but not the concept.

As a wife and a dog owner there is never a “definition of done.” There’s always meals to be prepared, a dog to be taken out (OK, Zoe’s poop might be somewhat of a definition of done, yes it’s picked up every time), a home to keep clean and endless laundry, of course.

There was a time when legislators would vote yea on a bill I wrote. I slept well those days. Now I’m worried about bills, husband, dog and more.

In agile, there is a definition of done. You can have sticky notes or a kanban board or white board. You go through the steps until the project is completed. My project is never complete. Even with the home, laundry and cooking I’ve a husband and dog to love. If my job were done, they’d both be gone and that would be too sad. Let’s throw out the definition of done, for me right now. I’ll have to learn to live in the moment and deal with daily impediments. Think of me as an old running back (no, not OJ), running for a touchdown for my family every day. That’ll have to be my definition of done. On to taxes! Cheers, Dee

Doors

I always see doors, even windows, as opportunities. Herding dogs see them as a hindrance.

Our old Zoe loves it when my husband is home on weekends. She likes to sleep with whoever is in bed, and the highest spot with the best view possible. If my husband has a blanket over the comforter, that is the highest spot. It’s only 5 a.m. for him right now. We’ve been out and Zoe’s been fed and I’ve “Otis’ed” her back up there, where she is content for now.

For the few years we’ve lived here the bedroom door has squeaked but I could leave it open a few inches to minimize noise from the kitchen and living room and allow Zoe to nose her way out to check on the rest of her pack, that would be me.

About a year ago he stopped at a hardware store determined to allow the door to flow freely and no longer squeak. It worked but the inches are no longer allowed as it opens all the way and I can’t let him sleep, so I have to close it all the way and Zoe hates that! She wants her pack to be together.

I’m sure they’re both sleeping soundly. It’s 7:30 now and I’ve things to do and will try to keep quiet. She misses him so I’ll give them some sleeping/bonding time together. Cheers, happy Saturday, Dee

Why We Plan

My husband has been at a new client for just over a week. Now he has to pay thousands of dollars for shots to go overseas. Not just overseas as he’ll not be drinking the cool, clear water of Loch Lomond as we have before. Overseas as in being in a great hotel next door to a corporate complex going door to door for four days in a country where you need thousands of dollars in shots to go door to door.

Yesterday there were snags in the trip and I’ve booked him an appointment for several shots next week as advised by his mother, a nurse so they don’t up-sell as they are very expensive and mostly not necessary. That way they’ll be in his system when he arrives and not just advising him days before his trip. The trip has been rescheduled a few weeks.

He’s feeling “crummy,” and wanted to eat frozen pizza in bed. Yes, I got his frozen pizza but I’ve soup and tea then he told me the plane was down and he’d be hours late so was going back to the hotel and not coming home. I bought him apples and grapes and he still has a pineapple I put in the frig a few days ago. It’s near ripe.

His flight was back on so he’ll be in a few hours from now. I love him dearly and now will take the dog out for “last chance.” I’ve “Otis’d” Zoe up to the bed and will conclude this missive knowing my husband is coming home to us this weekend, Dee

 

Lyrics and Music

Think of Top Chef or Chopped. To be on TV would be a disaster for me because I’m a mess in front of people and cameras. Yes. I was on camera several times over many years trying to gain dog-friendly parks.

As a kid, girlfriends and shopping took over my interests over violin and piano. Yes, I became a gymnast, not a great one but I was made captain in two weeks. I was a better leader than a gymnast.

I had to learn violin and piano as a child, and ballet. I gave them all up. “Santa” gave me a cheap guitar at age 12 and I created a band and we actually sang on stage once. Luckily they didn’t have cell phone cameras back then. Even with the three of us, two tone-deaf, I believe we came in at 2nd place. Imagine that.

On April 15 at age 50 after turning in our income taxes I went out and bought a guitar and started taking private lessons. It was the wrong guitar and I found a new one, a preacher teacher, then new drummer teacher, and found a part of me.

They didn’t let me learn. One was about religion, the other was a drummer so he was always about the beat. I was in an unforgiving state, the religious zealot left me. Forget my learning basics. I was learning on my own and one day sang the drummer the last stanzas of American Pie and did a riff. Then I learned another and started singing harmony to him and he followed me.

Then he got mean, and he said “you have perfect pitch.” Yes, I’ve been told that by my father who has relative pitch and by a few music teachers in grade school and high school. That was the end.

I’ve a beautiful guitar now, that I keep hydrated. It’s a Seagull Artist Folk that I’ve not had the heart to take up again until I read lyrics and imagine the chords. It may be OK to play and sing for my husband and kids. The artistry is in my mind and voice, not in my fingers. I play at the guitar, I do not play it.

Retired now, I like to be able to imagine and even do any lyric I read, any recipe or cooking idea I come up with. I’m retired from consulting, lobbying and government. It’s been a great ride and so is volunteering, 20 years. It may be time to take up the Seagull again.

When I awake, I may do so with a song. I translate it to notes in my mind and ways I can make it sing. It depends on the song what I play. Dee

ps Thank you WP for making my trip not a safe one. The typo above has been corrected about 100 times but WP keeps adding to it because they’ve nothing else to do. How about ping pong? Or would you like a nice game of chess. Cheers, Dee

Oatmeal

Perhaps as a child I placed it in the category of rice pudding, which I disliked.

Now we have oatmeal for breakfast often. For two my husband makes one cup oats, 1 3/4 cups milk. Stir about seven minutes. At the beginning I add a pinch of cinnamon and salt. Perhaps at the end I add a bit of honey. It all depends upon the day.

When it’s ready I pour it into these great French onion soup bowls with special Japanese ceramic spoons. I add a dollop of Greek non-fat vanilla yogurt on top and whatever berries I have on hand. Good to go.

Teach your children well, said CSNY back in the day. I say feed your family well, and teach everyone. Dee

Flowers and Insects

Yes, yesterday I received from my husband two dozen roses. Half small red and half large yellow and pink. I put them up in two containers.

It’s too dark to take a photo now but he also included spider traps because I’ve gotten a couple bites during my sleep of late.

A honey gift with flowers and spider traps. What other husband would consider that combination? Only mine. Oh, and he put gas in my car. I’ll have to get it washed as the salt and snow have beaten it up. Also drive out to get dog food. He leaves early this morning. I’ll just try to stay out of his morning routine and make some oatmeal, yogurt and blueberries and take the dog out quickly. Have a great day! Dee

ps the mixed bouquets bring out the colors of Tuscan and especially Maori paintings of my Dad. He took up painting at age 80.

Jiggly Things

Over 14 years ago I met my husband. I’ve five pieces of jewelry from him and he has one from me, a wedding ring, seven if he counts the interesting and sometimes historic tie bars and clips I’ve bought him recently.

I’ve a wedding ring, a recent Claddagh ring with Celtic knots, two 18 gold tiny hoop earrings and two “golf bracelets” with magnets that help my arthritis, an issue I’ve had since my mid-20’s.

Years ago I told him I don’t want Hummel figurines or angels or anything I need to dust. Years ago one friend got us a Minnesota Timberwolf frig magnet. Yes, he has gone that route and now I’ve two gifts from local airports. One is a Minneapolis moose that jiggles. He arrived late last night with a Dungeness crab that also jiggles. Both do their thing when I open the door to the refrigerator.

India may be coming up soon. Let’s see what he finds in the airport gift shop. The moose has a moving head, antlers and “hands.” The crab has legs that jiggle every time I open the frig. Cheesy and somewhat original, these gifts are dear to my heart.

I do have a lot of precious things here, gifts for our wedding or family legacies. But I’ve a Timberwolf, moose and Dungeness crab on my frig. When I run out of space we’ll have to get a second frig for the garage or basement. Or a bigger home.  Hey, he got us into this! Dee

Exceptions

There are rules, then there are exceptions. Sometimes the human brain, and true care for others calls for an exception.

I was a smart, good kid but when the family Job Jar said both Ask Mom and Ask Dad (others include dust, vacuum, fold diapers) I’d go to Mom first and weed for a few hours then put some extra sweat on my brow and go see Dad. He would ask me to fetch a screwdriver from his tool kit and said thanks, now go out and play.

Hurricane Ike is something I will never forget. All the dogs went swimming in the pool with all the lawn furniture at the bottom. My husband and dog Zoe went to sleep at nine and slept through the entire thing, 20′ of rising water, flooding everywhere. Broken glass throughout the skyscrapers of Houston. There were 150 lofts in our place. 149 were damaged by this Category 5 disaster, and ours was the only one not damaged. I sat by huge windows and blogged it.

Over the days and weeks that followed we were lucky to have our hurricane kit and some water and were close enough to City Hall to use their generator. No food. No extra water. No gasoline.

Today there have been hurricane-strength winds all day. My husband is landing on a plane in 1/2 hour. The security guard has locked the revolving door in the lobby due to the “rules.” No-one, even a huge guy at 350 lbs. can get out the other door. Those who’ve succeeded have fallen as soon as they get out said door.

Where is the thought in this process? This guy wants to sit there and talk to his buddy. What about the people (us) who pay his salary and are getting hurt? How does an old woman go out with her 32-lb. dog who just turned 84 in people years last week and has no hips?

It’s called THINKING and figuring out what is best for all the people who live here, not just your convenience. Disobey the rules every once in a while.

In cooking, once I learned all the rules, I knew where and when to break them. Rarely on dessert. That’s probably why I don’t normally make dessert! Only berry trifle and I have kiddos do individual parfaits, for their family when they’re in town.

Cheers and I’ll be looking out for my husband’s plane to land. Winds change every couple of minutes so we’ll see. Dare to make a difference. If you can’t change the rules, break them when it is in the best interest of the people you serve at work or at the table, Dee

 

uncategorized

That’s what I’m put in at now every day on your new system, nearing 100,000 posts. Think about it before you declare me “uncategorized” before I get to make a choice as a top contributor. I deserve to choose.

Google Chrome is leaving us

Me and dear dog Zoe

Her best friends have left again

Please don’t say it’s so

Something must go well, this world

A new computer may help pave the way

COBRA may give this girl

A license to live another day.

And Uncategorized WordPress may do so as well. Cheers from Dee and Zoe