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OK, I am Gibbs

I’ve nearly 90,000 viewers. I wanted to give up at 1,000 posts but didn’t. For years I’ve been asking myself why. I had a career, a large volunteer coalition with projects I was passionate about. I was always afraid of writing, that no-one would like what I wrote. I was told by one parent I could be an astronaut or president, and the other that I would always be a failure. Yeah, they divorced. I like writing stories from life, recipes, thoughts, and apparently you like reading them.

Here goes, first version of Dee’s Rules:

1.Live, love, laugh.

2. Cook with abandon for family and friends. Be generous in spirit.

3. Get a pet. It’ll make even a nerd a human being capable of thought and care. Even a betta or goldfish will do if you know their rules.

4. If you can’t handle a pet, get a plant. If you can’t do that get an air plant and place in on a suction cup on your window. It only needs minimal moisture.

5. Find the right spouse. Took me over 20 years. He asked about kids. Not yet, see rule #3. We’ve had our dog over 12 years, no kids. He spoils her rotten and I’m the disciplinarian and food wench.

6. Before #5 meet the parents, all of them, no matter how far across the country or world they are. Grandparents, too. Survive the interviews then cook for them. Yes!!!

7. Take a break in life and go to a good cooking school. It’ll teach you Rule #8.

8. Shop the outer aisles of the grocery, produce, fish, meat, dairy and only go in the center for bottled water, condiments, rice, pasta, tomatoes for sauce. And tea, of course.

9. Yes, space is a big dark thing out there few folks can speak about in person. It is also a small kitchen space used for very few things. I keep mine to a minimum. If you eat rice five times per day, by all means have a rice cooker. Espresso with foam? Ditto. I’ve a 5 quart stand mixer, food processor, blender, toaster and hot water kettle. I can explain the kettle, we were living at 6,500 feet above sea level where water boiled at about 140 degrees instead of 212. On the stove, water for tea would never boil.

10. Trust your heart and your brain. If they’re fighting, resolve it.

11. Love your family and always welcome them with open arms.

12. Always say thank you.

13. When you go to any foreign country, always learn good morning, afternoon, evening, and good night; also please, thank you, excuse me and where is the nearest bathroom. Also can you point me to my hotel.

14.When planning to go to a foreign country make certain your passport and visas are in order. Research! Know what to see, what you can eat (raw fruit or veg) or drink (water) and about the culture and how to dress. In Greece we went to an historic Orthodox church and all the gals were in shorts and tee-shirts. We had to walk by a priest who OK’d us. Luckily I’d stocked up on local scarves so some were used as skirts, others as shawls. Of course I was dressed appropriately to begin with. Who else had to walk around the house at age six with the OED on her head keeping posture erect?

I think that’s wiped me out enough for now. I may venture on a walk on broken sidewalks and dreams towards the grocery store to gain dinner. My rules will be simpler, but needed stories to go with, for now. Dee

The Signs of Silence

I know about Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel and The Sound of Silence.

This is me with a herder dog who has stayed by my side for over 12 years, and a a sighthound diva yapper clicker, whatever she can do to make me take her out six times in seven hours.

My Zoe does not see or care for any birds, including the turkey who lives around here and is “pardoned” every year. When the dogs sleep, they sleep. Quiet. Not bugging me for anything, not playing or coveting a bed or a ball. They settle down and it’s magical.

There’s no sound except REM sleep and chasing rabbits and squirrels in their sleep. I wish I could sleep that deeply and well. Guest dog is sprawled out near the door, she must know her mama is on a plane back to the US.

Zoe is two feet from my desk, of course, always the herder. They’re quiet. I have to do a lot of things before my husband flies home this afternoon. He’s already on his first plane.

I don’t have all the ingredients I want for a perfect weekend but have enough to make his favorite spaghetti and meatballs. It’s early. I’ve six hours to plan and prep, shop and cook but right now, shhhh, I don’t want to wake “the girls.”

Any silent moment is a gift. I am not the dog igloo that one climbs. 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