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I Have a Friend

This can never be uncategorized, as you deem every post. We started our WordPress blogs the same week and were deemed worthy of reading. I’m sure she has tons more readers than I as she is so talented in many areas.

I visited her, she visited me and after all these years, we’ve never met. If I had a “bucket list” it would include meeting PDX. She gave me means to recruit a great singer/songwriter for our listening and enjoyment at Nanny’s 82nd birthday. Surprise!

PDX gave me a hand-made Pippi Longstocking hat I wear all the time. I gave her signed CD’s from her vocal heroine, our singer/songwriter and guest for several visits who wrote and sang Fellina’s version of the legendary Marty Robbins’ El Paso.

My husband actually sang El Paso our final night in Scotland. No, he does not drink, then all the restaurant patrons stood up and sang “Deep in The Heart of Texas” with us. My husband sings a great baritone. I do harmony in music and life.

We love the people who make a difference in our lives. Tomorrow I’ll try to make braids to go with Pippi as I take our old dog out for a walk. Dee

Yes, It’s a Draft

Dee’s Bucket List

Be the best wife, dog mom, family member and friend I can be

See the world with my husband, through both our eyes

Learn how to make the best cassoulet that would make Simca Beck proud (and Julia, and especially Dad for whom this is the best meal I’ve ever made)

Build a small cabin in the woods on a small lake or live with a view of mountains

Learn with a good teacher how to play folk guitar

Be well for a few years before going downhill, learn more about food, photography, history, and perhaps remember algebra and learn new things

Forgive

LIVE!

Dee – perhaps off for the next few days as we’re traveling and I’ll be cooking while J will be splitting wood or mending fences. Literally, not figuratively. Zoe’s got a home-sitter so don’t try to break in!

If Wishes Were Horses

I never knew what that meant. I’ve had a “bucket list” in my head since the day I was born. Don’t know when I’ll do things but at my age it’s about time to start.

Julia Child will take me to Paris and perhaps along the Rhone on a barge with picnic baskets with baguettes and sausages and cheeses,

Peggy Markel will take me through Florence and Tuscany and Sandro the baker will sing for me again. Luca will be charming at Maremma.

James Beard will show me the Pacific Northwest in all its glory.

Calvin Trillin and his Tummy Trilogy will tell me in detail about Kansas City BBQ and the economic laws of Alice.

I will finally get to the Salt Lick in Driftwood TX. I may live there.

Alice Waters will show me her latest kick, as will Rick Bayless. He’ll spend 25 years teaching me mole.

I will not open a restaurant and Gordon Ramsay will not be there.

Eric Ripert will come here and cook us dinner for our 10th anniversary.

If wishes were horses……. Dee