Friday, November 30, 2012

Goodbye And Peace To You, My Old, Sweet Friend

On Wednesday, November 28th, I said goodbye to my old friend, Dashiell.  He was sixteen years old.



He got sick and the vet, Dr. K., determined that he had intestinal cancer.  She said he'd get to feeling better from the medication that she was giving him, but that he would more than likely relapse in just a few weeks and be just as sick.  I asked her to go ahead and euthanize him because neither Richard nor I wanted him to suffer any more.  The vet technician brought Dashiell to the examination room where I was waiting for him.  We had about fifteen minutes of petting and purring and cuddling.  The vet came into the room and asked if I'd like to be present when she put him down.  I nodded, because I can't cry and speak at the same time.  She brought in the syringe and a shaver.  We put him on the examining table, still purring.  She shaved his leg and inserted the needle and began to slowly inject the medicine.  I continued petting Dashiell.  His head drooped and there was still a little bit of purring, but when he was truly out, the purring stopped as his heart had also stopped.  I continued petting him for several minutes.  But finally, it was time to say goodbye forever.



Dr. K. removed my sweet kitty, and left me alone again in the examining room.  I used up some more of the tissues she gave me.  And then I went home.  Dashiell will be cremated and they will give us his ashes in a little urn, so in a way, he will be with us forever.  But we will still miss him greatly.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Birthday Dinner

My husband gave me the nicest birthday gift this year:  He cooked dinner for eight, following (mostly) my specifications and recipes.  And then he CLEANED UP, too!  Richard's sister Beverly, and her husband Paul came down for the dinner.  The other guests were Theresa and her man Mike, Patty, and Julie.  I had such a good time; in fact everyone seemed to be having a blast.  The food was great.  The martinis were pretty darned tasty too (vodka, banana liqueur, Kahlua, and half & half, in mostly equal amounts, with whipped cream on top and a dusting of ground chocolate over that).  Dessert was served in the sitting room, and I didn't even have to dish it out.

Here's what we had:


Fresh wild Alaska salmon, marinated in lemon and dill and cooked on a cedar plank.


Parmesan scalloped potatoes.


Corn on the cob.


Marinated tomatoes.


Focaccia (made by our friend Leeann and procured at the local farmers market).


Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting.



And sweet tea (because sweet tea is the table wine of the South and goes with everything).

And then there were the martinis.  This is not exactly what they looked like but it's close:



After dinner we sat around and had some good, rousing conversation.  What a night!

Thursday, July 5, 2012

New Job Title






I have been named Director of Library Services at Small Public Institution.   Small Public Institution is really Abraham Baldwin Agricultural College (ABAC), student population ~3100.  ABAC is a unit of the University System of Georgia, a consortium of about 34 colleges and universities. 

The picture above is probably how the students see me.  Meh. 

I started working here in 2005, cataloging audiovisuals in a part-time position.  And now I'm director.  I have many years' experience in libraries, which have served me well in obtaining my new position.  It's a good position to have as my last one before retirement. 

Take care everybody.  Leave a comment.


Wednesday, June 27, 2012

That Time Again -- or, Rather, Past It


It's way past time to blog again.  I have been extremely negligent.  I'll get to it soon, I promise.  Like maybe next week.  I'm not procrastinating -- well, OK, I am -- but I should have some news next week.  And if I remember my camera, I'll have a couple of Fourth of July gatherings to blog about.  Patience. 

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Family Stories

 (I don't know these people; I just liked the picture.)

It occurred to me the other day that all the members of my family who knew all the family stories are no longer with us.  I felt a sad sense of loss.  My father and all his siblings have passed away.  There were twelve of them altogether.  The only person of that generation left is my Uncle O'Neal's widow, Aunt Bobbie.  I don't remember all their names in order, but these are Daddy's siblings:  The oldest was Wilburn Harold, then (in no particular order) came Thomas Dewey, Nellie Mae, Carlton Hubert (my father), Gladys Ruth, Ray O'Neal, Vana Lee, and Bonnie Doris; these eight all lived to adulthood.  Mary Fay, Dora Fay, and Bertis Evelyn were either stillborn or died in the cradle.  Robert Lee died in childhood, when he was about 12.

Most of the family stories I remember are mostly just snippets, like the names of two of Daddy's cousins, Big Dinner and Dirt Dob.  I have no earthly idea what these two kids' real names were, because nobody called them by their given names.  As far as I know I never met them; I believe they were older than Daddy.  When the family got together for a meal, it was usually for a "big dinner" on a Sunday afternoon, and Big Dinner so looked forward to these gatherings, that's how he earned his nickname.  Daddy said he never did know how Dirt Dob got her name.  It must have had something to do with dirt-daubers, wasps who make their nests out of dirt and wasp spit rather than the paper-like nests of other types of wasps. 



Another family event that occurred during my growing-up years, involved my Aunt Bobbie and Uncle O'Neal.  Bobbie and O'Neal rented space out in the country for their mobile home.  The people they rented from lived a couple hundred yards away.  One day, Aunt Bobbie was visiting with them, and as she was coming back to the trailer she saw that there was smoke billowing out of the windows.  She ran as fast as she could because she'd left her baby son sleeping at home, but by the time she got there and got him out, baby Ken had died.  That was the first death among my many cousins. 

After I graduated from high school and was working in my first library job, the trend for high school boys was to jack up the rear end of their cars.  I think they thought it made the car look like it was slowing down (in case there was a cop in the vicinity).  My cousin Duane, one of Aunt Doris and Uncle Oscar's sons, was driving his jacked-up car with a friend and, so the investigators believed, the wind caught the underside of the car and sent it out of control.  Duane was killed in the crash, although I think his friend survived.  This occurred while Duane's older brother Steve was in the army.  Steve's army job was driving a forklift on a dock in Vietnam.  When Duane died (I believe Uncle Oscar had already passed away), the army plucked Steve off his forklift and put him straight onto a plane headed for Atlanta.  Daddy went and picked him from the airport, and on the way to Pendleton, they stopped at a motel so that Steve could take a bath and put on some clean clothes that Daddy bought for him.  Steve didn't want to show up at his mother's house dirty and smelly.  At the funeral, I was doing just fine until the organist started playing "Amazing Grace," one of my favorite hymns.  I lost it then, but regained my composure until after the graveside prayers.  Then I went up to Steve with the intention of saying something comforting, but I took one look at his face and he wrapped me in one of his bear hugs and cried, so of course I started crying again.  Steve has always been one of my favorite cousins, and while we don't see each other very often any more, I always get a big, suffocating hug from him.  He can really squeeze the air out of your lungs. 

One summer, my Uncle Dewey, an Air Force sergeant, had to spend some time in Africa (don't know why and I was too young to care).  Aunt Jessie (Uncle Dewey's war bride, from Scotland) and her four kids, Jim, Ena, Lee, and Debbie, moved from one family's home to another (many of Daddy's siblings and their families lived in the same general area) and stayed a week or so.  My sister Carla and I were thrilled because we had someone to play with for a whole week!  Mama told me years later that she overheard Jim and Carla talking, and Jim kept saying, "Say shit, Carla; say shit."  They were no more than six years old so I'm sure Jim had heard his father use such a word and he knew it was bad, but he wanted Carla to say it anyway.  I don't know if Mama reprimanded them or just laughed about it later with Aunt Jessie.  Also during that visit, we lived in a house with no running water or indoor plumbing (though we did have electricity).  Mama drew water from the well by the back porch to use for bathing, washing dishes, and probably doing laundry in her old wringer washing machine.  When it came to bath time for us six kids, Mama and Aunt Jessie would fill up two #2 galvanized washtubs and make an assembly line: one mother would wash a kid in one tub then the kid would step over to the next tub for a rinse and drying.  (I hope I was the first kid in that line; we had spent an entire day running around and playing in a yard with no grass, only dirt.)  One day at dinner, we were gathered around the kitchen table, and Debbie, the youngest, had a hard time keeping quiet while my father asked the blessing.  He was almost done when Debbie started yelling for "Peen-pun-jelly!!"  You gotta admit, that was pretty articulate for a two-year-old. 

I'll finish by telling you something small, but significant to me, that happened when I was six.  We had moved into Pendleton from out in the country.  It was Halloween, and Mama and Daddy decided that I was too young to go trick-or-treating.  I guess I was feeling left out, so Daddy read The Legend of Sleepy Hollow to me.  I was fascinated, although not frightened.  Adults should always read to their children, especially in such situations as that.  I've been a reader all my life.


Well, y'all take care and hang on to your family memories. 

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Random Stuff

Randomly speaking, I have stuff to relate.

Does everybody already know that I've been made interim library director at Small Public Institution?  Well, I have.  We'll see how that works out.




I like going to the Wiregrass Farmers' Market on Saturdays, but I'm not usually up and functioning at the time it starts so I miss a lot of the good stuff.  If you are within driving distance of Tifton, GA, you should go.  April through October, on Saturday mornings from 9:00 am until noon. 








Sometimes I wake up during the night and can't go back to sleep.  Don't know why.  I truly hate it when it happens during the work week.  Weekends, however, I just get up and do something, like read or knit.  One Saturday morning (2:00 am or so) a while back, I read most of this book:


The man is funny, not to mention inspiring.  Reading this book added to my happiness, something I like to nurture.

Mother's Day, 2012:  We drove to Alabama to my mother-in-law's home and took her out for lunch.  My sister-in-law and her husband met us at the restaurant (the Olive Garden) and we got one of those nice corner booths and had a delightful time.  I forget what we all had to eat, but my SIL and I shared a serving of tiramisu for dessert.  My, that was yummy.  I have found a recipe for tiramisu that looks authentic, so I'm going to try making it sometime. 

There will be a Knit Night tonight with dinner before the knitting festivities begin.  We're having beef fondue, with some cheese fondue as an appetizer.  If I remember, I'll take pictures. 

A parting sentiment: 


Practice compassion.

Take care everybody.  Leave me a comment if you feel so moved. 

Friday, April 27, 2012

Librarians Rule!!!


Monday, March 12, 2012

Slow Food And A Taste of Nepal

One of the jewels of Tifton, Georgia, is the Georgia Museum of Agriculture (formerly the Agrirama).  It portrays farm life from the late 19th century.  They have events for school children, adults, everybody.

 Cane grinding and syrup making.

On this past Friday, they held a progressive dinner to celebrate the new Wiregrass Farmers' Market, which will be held on Saturday mornings at the Museum, starting April 14th.  All the food at the dinner was locally grown and prepared by people associated with the Farmers' Market.

The evening started with a ride to the site on the 1917 Vulcan Iron Works steam train.

Steam train at the station.

It was kind of an exciting ride.  I had never been on it before, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.  They have attached two open wooden passenger cars to the locomotive.  The seats face the sides.  I had an odd, but not unfamiliar, reaction to the ride.  I kept feeling as if I were going to burst into tears.  I seem to have a similar reaction to things historical and preserved so lovingly, and to things I find touching, such as my hometown (pop. 3500) Christmas parade one year, and events where people come together for a common cause.

Anyway, the dinner.  I forgot my camera (so what else is new?).  But Google images has once again saved the day.  Just look under "Agrirama" for more images.

After the ride on the steam train from the Country Store/Welcome Center, we walked up to the Agrirama Drug Store.  This building has three large rooms, and that's where the dinner was held.  We were going to walk from one historical house to another, but the sky was overcast and nobody wanted to risk getting rained on.

 Agrirama Drug Store.

The first stop was for appetizers.  I had some locally made (by Polly) herbed goat cheese on a piece of Leeann's homemade bread (Leeann's a friend, as is Polly).  I also dipped a piece of that delicious bread into some South Georgia grown olive oil, also yummy.  I tried an unusual, but tasty, smoked bass (yes, the fish) cheese.  It did not taste fishy, it was just good.

Outside the door of the appetizer room, a young man was making hoe-cakes.  I tried one with a dab of tomato basil jam on it.  I could have stood there all evening eating those hoe-cakes, but our leader was encouraging us to mosey on to the next location for salads.

I had a field-pea salad which was amazing.  I like dishes with beans and/or peas and added stuff like corn.  This one hit the spot.  I can't remember what else I had in that location, but it was all good.  There was cornbread, made from corn grown and ground at the Museum.  (We have at home some excellent cornmeal and grits from the Museum.) 

Next we went for entrees.  Among the entrees was pulled pork, prepared Filipino style.  Bob, whose wife Pam is from the Philippines, did the cooking on that one.  I also had some goat as well, plus shrimp and grits (made with Museum grits), and the most wonderful buttermilk bread, made of course by Leeann.

After the entrees, we strolled back to the train station and boarded for the ride back to the Welcome Center, where the desserts were waiting.  I had some tea cakes and a slice of pecan pie, made of course from local pecans.  There are dozens of pecan groves around here, both large and small.  Then I couldn't pass up a serving of Georgia peach cobbler.  I love peaches. 

My beverage for the evening was roselle tea.  It was bright burgundy in color and definitely herby.

Roselle.

It was a delightful evening and I wish they would do it more often.  This is the first one, so maybe it will become a seasonal or annual event.  I hope so. 

You're wondering about the Nepal reference, aren't you?

Richard's former graduate student, Sudarshan, from Nepal, married his long-time girlfriend Gita, also from Nepal.  They got married in Nepal, of course, in a traditional Nepalese ceremony.  Currently Sudarshan is attending the University of Florida, and that is where they live now.  They had a reception in Gainesville on Saturday, so Richard, our friend Patty, and I drove down there for the party.  That's the most Nepalese people I have ever seen in one place.  Apparently, a lot of them attend the University there.

The food was spicy.  One of the first things I ever heard from Sudarshan is that he thinks American food is bland.  I tried almost everything they had, including some quite spicy sausage.  My mouth was burning, but the flavor was wonderful.  The heat did not overwhelm the flavor.  I also had some curried goat, which I'd never tried before (I've had goat, just had not had it curried).  There were some spicy beans, a potato dish that Sudarshan had cooked for us one time when he was living in Tifton, and a dessert that included a little round pastry soaked in honey and some yogurt.  Everything was delicious and I cleaned my plate several times.  

Gita was wearing the most beautiful dress, her wedding dress.  It was mostly red, because red is what Nepalese brides wear.  The sari (I don't know if they call it a sari in Nepal but their dress is very close to that of Indian women's), was heavily beaded and embroidered.  A tremendous amount of hand work went into that dress.  It was gorgeous.  

Everybody who walked into the room got their picture taken with the happy couple.  They had two of their friends as photographers, who were johnny-on-the-spot with their cameras. 

I noticed that the Nepalese women sat separately from the men.  We Americans, and a couple of Africans, one from Ethiopia and the other from Ghana, all sat at the same table and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.  It might have been nice if there was more intermingling, but I guess that's not the Nepalese way.  

I enjoyed the trip down there, but by the time we got home at about 10:00 pm, I was ready to be home.  I spent Sunday mostly knitting (I'm making a cabled sweater vest).  At one point I thought I had screwed it up, but I was mistaken.  I was relieved.  

Take care, everybody, and have an adventure now and then.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

America the Beautiful


New England Coast

Adirondack Mountains

Great Plains

Texas Hill Country

Louisiana Bayou

Middleton Place, near Charleston, SC

Florida Keys

Rocky Mountains

Arizona Desert

Mount Rainier

Big Sur -- California

Mississippi River

Badlands of South Dakota

Okeefenokee Swamp, Georgia

And finally...

Great Blue Heron (one of my favorite birds)

I hope you enjoyed this brief tour of America the Beautiful.  I enjoyed putting it together.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Oyster Stew

I had a great weekend.

I tend to wake up early on Saturday and Sunday, even though I have the option of sleeping in.

So, on Saturday I was up at about 6:45 am.  I got up, weighed myself, snuggled into my bathrobe, put on my glasses, and went out to the family room and started a fire.  No, I did not haul wood; we have a gas fireplace with a remote.  Best invention since sliced bread.


When the cats figured out there was a fire happening, they came to lie in front of it.  Lazy heat-seekers.

I finally got around to eating breakfast.  I was seriously contemplating waiting until the afternoon to take my shower, but then Richard had emerged from the bedroom and reminded me we had stuff to do.  So I leaped out of my comfy chair and jumped into the shower.

At about 10:45, we went to the local lawn and garden show.  This is an event organized by Literacy Volunteers as a fundraiser.  This is the second year it's been held and there is always something interesting.  Not everything is lawn and garden, though.

Our friend Leann was representing the local farmers' market with her homemade breads.  I bought a loaf of focaccia and four banana-poppy seed muffins.  The muffins were yummy and the focaccia was phenomenal.  We had toasted pieces of it with an olive-oil dipping sauce to go with our oyster stew on Sunday evening.

Richard bought a blueberry bush and some olive oil produced in Georgia.  I also bought some local honey.  It is buckwheat honey and has a nice flavor.

I also got to pet the sweetest pug.  She was just adorable.


By the time we left the lawn and garden show, it was almost lunchtime, so we went to a new place in town, Ranchero's Fresh Grill.  I had a vegetarian burrito in a spinach tortilla.  They let you pick and choose your fillings, so every one is custom made.  I had Mexican rice, black beans, pico de gallo, lettuce, and cheese, topped with a southwestern vinaigrette.  All the stuff that was supposed to be hot was hot and the rest was room temp, so my burrito was not only tasty, it was comforting to eat.  I loved it.

In the afternoon, I washed and dried a load of laundry (isn't that exciting?).  That evening  we met at Julie's house to celebrate her significant other's birthday.  First we had martinis at Julie's (mine was composed of vanilla vodka, Dutch caramel vodka, and Amarula (which is a liqueur made from a fruit that grows in Africa).  After martinis, we all progressed to one of our local Mexican restaurants, El Cazador, for dinner.  I had carne azada, which was quite tasty, but my steak knife was dull, yet I managed.

I had a fun conversation with Rebekah and Randy (the birthday boy) about, among other things, knitting.  Randy knew nothing, so I got quizzed on how it is accomplished.  It was interesting to be able to explain the how-to of knitting to someone and make him understand.

After dinner, we went back to Julie's for carrot cake and more martinis.  My second one had the vanilla and Dutch caramel vodkas again with the addition of Godiva white chocolate liqueur.  It was strong but quite tasty.  The alcohol kept it from being too sweet.  I sipped it slowly, very slowly.  We finally got home and to bed after midnight, but we had fun!

Richard and I have a bunch of cookbooks, like several shelves' worth.  We decided a while back that we should actually find something new to cook from one of them, but we kept forgetting.  So I came up with a plan to make it more interesting.  Every weekend one of us will pick out a cookbook and the other has to pick out a new recipe to try.  I picked the first book, Crazy Sista Cooking, which was written by Jimmy Buffett's sister, who owns a restaurant on the Gulf Coast.


Richard picked out Oyster Stew a la Lulu, and we had that last night.  Richard had never eaten oyster stew, and my only experience with the stuff was what my mother made with milk, butter, and slimy canned oysters.  My parents loved it but, I was too young to appreciate stuff like that.  (I avoided oysters until I moved to Charleston.)  Anyway, the stew was good!  Richard found some Apalachicola oysters at one of our local groceries, and the recipe also contains veggies and cream and Brie.  We have decided to keep up with that recipe and use it again.



The cookbook Richard chose for me is The Firefighters Cookbook, from which I picked Sausage Parmesan; we will have that this coming weekend.



Richard's sister and brother-in-law are coming this weekend, so I expect we will have a good time then, too.

It was a great, active weekend.

Oh, wait!  I forgot to mention the turkey and black bean chili we had on Friday night.  For Christmas, my brother-in-law's brother Mark gave us a bottle filled with a mix of veggies and spices for making chili.  You add your own meat, two bottles of water, and a can of tomato sauce.  Cook it up until the beans and veggies are soft and done, about 30 minutes, and then enjoy.  It was pretty darned good, too, and was quite low fat and low calorie.  It was just spicy enough to be interesting but not so spicy that it burned our mouths.  The mix made a bunch of chili, so we were able to freeze two more meals' worth of it, and we still have some left over for those nights this week that we don't want to cook.

Good weekend!  I hope yours was as much fun as mine was.

Monday, January 30, 2012

I Decided to Answer the Questions in Jodi's Post After All

You can have one of the following two things: trust or love.  

Well, I'll take trust.  I want to be trusted and I want to trust; if you have that, love will naturally follow.

Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?  

Not always; sometimes I'm lazy or cranky or tired and I kind of fail.  You know, when you fail a friend, you also fail yourself.  Now that's something to think about.

Where do you like to go to have fun?  

Wherever the fun is!  Fun is what you make of any activity, whether it's a solitary pursuit or a gathering with friends.

What is beauty?  

Beauty is the light that shines from within.

Why is it called a "drive through" if you have to stop?  

That's a good question. 

Do you have any regrets in life?  

Yes.

What is your favorite song and why?  

I don't really have one favorite song.  I like lots of different songs for lots of different reasons.  For example, I love Bob Seger's "Old Time Rock and Roll."  If I'm in the car alone when that one plays on my iPod, I turn up the volume to concert level.  I also like "Amazing Grace," mostly for the story behind the writing of it:  The author was in the slave trade, and he had an epiphany, realizing that slavery was wrong, and this song reflects that.  Plus, it has a very moving melody.

If you were granted one wish what would it be?  

World peace.  If I only had one wish, I'd want to make it count.

If sour cream is past its expiration date is it good then?  

If it doesn't have blue fuzzy stuff growing on it, it's OK to eat.

Why is your definition of true happiness different from anyone else's definition of true happiness?  

Happiness is a personal thing.  You have to find your own happiness; no one can give it to you.

What do you expect from 2012?  

It's good not to have expectations; that way you're not disappointed when they don't pan out.  I'd rather be open to whatever comes.


Saturday, January 21, 2012

Rules?!?! I Don't Need No Stinkin' Rules!

Actually that's not true.  If we didn't have rules, we would have chaos.


Jodi (of Under The Georgia Sun fame), posted this on her blog a day or so back.  It's an "about me" survey sort of thing, and the originator posted rules and Jodi edited them.  Here's her version:


The Rules:
1. Post the rules.
2. Post 11 fun facts about yourself.
3.  Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and then create 11 new questions for the people you tag.
4. Tag 11 people and link them in your post.
5.  Let them know you've tagged them.


Facts about me (don't know how much fun these facts will be, but they'll be true facts (as opposed to untrue facts)):


1.  While I am nominally a Christian, I think I'm really an agnostic, defined by Prof. Huxley as: "One who holds that the existence of anything beyond and behind material phenomena is unknown and (so far as can be judged) unknowable, and especially that a First Cause and an unseen world are subjects of which we know nothing."  An agnostic is not the same as an atheist.  I can look around me and have faith that there is a higher power (or Higher Power) of some sort; just look at any sunrise or sunset, or the stars at night, or especially the full moon. Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous?  I don't know for a certainty that a Christian God created these things, and frankly, I prefer the mystery.  I don't feel the need to "know" everything.  That's why they call it Faith and not Knowledge.  I heard an Episcopal priest once say in a sermon that doubt is good; it keeps you curious.  Now I know there are some contradictions in this paragraph, but there you have it.  


2.  This will be my 127th post.


3.  I am a child of the Southeast, but I have also lived in the Northwest.  I went to library school in Seattle (go Huskies!)  mainly because I was feeling adventurous.  Seattle was where I attended my first major league baseball game (and the Mariner's won both of the ones I went to).  It's also where I experienced a live hockey game.  If I hadn't gone to UW, I probably would not have spent two months in England in the summer of 1987.  That was an experience I'll never forget.


4.  I met Richard because he, as a research scientist, came to the library to introduce himself to the librarian (that would be me) right after he started his work at the facility where I was.  I've heard of people who don't think they need libraries and librarians, but they really do. (Notice I said "need" not "want.")


5.  I love my in-laws.  There are some I like better than others, but I love them all, because they are fellow human beings and I believe in the Golden Rule.


6.  This one I brazenly stole from Jodi:  There are days when I would be perfectly happy not saying a single word; and other days when I can't shut up.  


7.  I like baking.  Unfortunately most baked items are also high-calorie goodies.  I have to temper my urge or Richard and I and all our friends would be roly-poly.  


8.  I used to be a person who indulged in retail therapy, but after my depression and subsequent recovery, I find that I don't need a lot of the kind of stuff I used to buy.  Although Richard may not believe it, I actually think twice before I make a purchase.  


9.  I love cats.  And I love dogs.  I don't mind little rodents, or even big bunnies.  We once had a (former) laboratory white rat named Gus.  Daddy brought it home from work.  We thought Gus was a little boy rat... until she produced a litter of little ratlets.  We changed her full name from Augustus to Augusta.  


10.  I have plans for my retirement.  If there is a God, I hope He's not up in Heaven guffawing at my plans.  I will mention what these plans are if they come to fruition.


11.  Growing old ain't so bad.  After so many years on Earth, you sort of get to know who you are, and you tend to not worry so much about what other people are thinking.  I've seen a t-shirt with this message:  "The older I get, the more people can kiss my ass."  I'm not quite that drastic, but don't tell me how to behave.  If others don't like me as I am, then perhaps that's their problem; I may work around that if I'm in a good mood.  A benefit of aging is that you tend to feel kinder toward everybody, but you're less likely to take a lot of crap.  Happy aging!  


I think I'll pass on answering the questions.  If you want to see what they are, go to Jodi's blog.  


And just because I like you, here's a pretty picture I swiped from Google Images:




This is somewhere in Canada.

 

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

What a Relaxing Weekend!

I did not want to get up this morning when the stupid alarm went off.  But... I have to be at work at 7:30 am, so I dragged myself out of bed and did all my morning stuff; you know, the weigh-in, the shower, the breakfast, the tooth-brushing, etc.  If the weigh-in doesn't get my heart started in the morning, the shower certainly does.

Before this morning at 0-dark-hundred, I, like most of America, had a lovely three-day weekend.



The loveliness started on Friday evening with Theresa and Kathy coming for dinner and Knit Night.  Richard bought some outstanding rib-eyes, and cooked them on the charcoal grill.


To accompany these tasty steaks, we had broccoli with a lemon/crumb topping.


We also had sauteed corn.


For dessert we had cheesecake.  Yum!


Before all that, though, we had some pomegranate martinis.


And then we got down to knitting.





We knitted until the effects of the martinis began to wear off and by then it was about bedtime anyway, so Theresa and Kathy departed, to be seen again at our next Knit Night.

On Saturday, Richard and I went out to dinner for our anniversary.  We went to a seafood restaurant in Albany (west of here).  I'm not going to describe the whole meal, but we had lobster egg rolls for an appetizer.  They were quite good, as was the spicy dipping sauce that came with.

On this anniversary foray, we also went to the booze store and to a bookstore.  Had success with booze, not so much with books.

On Sunday, I watched romantic comedies all afternoon and evening.  The ones I watched in the afternoon were on the Hallmark channel, and the other one was The Holiday, with Kate Winslet, Jude Law, Cameron Diaz, and Jack Black.  What a charming movie!




On Monday, I just puttered around the house and knitted.

All in all, my long weekend was very pleasant.  I've noticed that when I do something social on Friday night, the whole weekend seems longer, and that held true this weekend as well.

So, this was a frivolous look at my life.  I hope your weekend was just as enjoyable.