Saturday, February 28, 2009
397. A Good Rule.
Whenever you enter an apartment occupied by another individual, if the door is closed before you enter, close it after you. If, on the contrary, it stands invitingly open, let it remain so.
399. Jefferson's Two Rules.
Two rules of Jefferson are very applicable to the times: "Never spend your money before you get it;" and "Never buy what you do not want because it is cheap."
Thursday, February 26, 2009
The old man stepped into the mud puddle and then right onto the expensive floor mats of the car. The boy doubted the man had been in such a comfortable car in quite some time but doubted that the man gave it even a second thought. The big pink box of aluminum cans rested squarely on the old man's lap. Filled with mostly completely empty Hamm's beer cans -- some of the cans leaked out stale leftover beer onto the car seat. "I just got out of the hospital," the old man continued....."Fell on my head and like to have split it open." "Wow, that sounds pretty bad," the boy said. "Yeah, I got out this morning," said the man. They passed through a busy five-way intersection bantering back and forth about not much of anything. "You can just drop me right here at Albertson's," the man said as he pointed his filthy dirty finger at the grocery store. The boy steered the car to the side of the road and the man opened his door and got out. "Thanks for the ride," the man said. "Hey, yeah, no problem...have a good day," the boy said trying to get a look into the man's face.
The door closed on the car and the man shifted the box in his arms to get a better grip. He never did look at the boy in the face -- always keeping his stare out the opposite window and into the late winter afternoon. The boy reached into the back seat and grabbed a rag to wipe off the stream of old beer that was running down the leather seat of the car.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
273. To Make Coffee
* For a two-quart coffee-pot, put in a tea-cup of ground coffee, a small piece of fish-skin; fill the coffee-pot nearly full of boiling water, boil it from three quarters to one hour, then fill it up, and let it settle ten minutes.
* Peas, roasted and ground, are an excellent substitute for coffee, and you would hardly know which was best.
My mother in law has given me a copy from 1853 of this amazing little book. I keep on thinking that this book was written BEFORE Abraham Lincoln was President and before we had a Civil War. And now it's in my hot little hands! You'll be seeing many more entries from this book....they are definitely worth enjoying. Now, be off with you and make a pot of coffee, would you?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
One Chick to Another: You should practice with your socks off....it's easier.
Second Chick to First: I'm not sure if my socks are clean...these are my mom's socks.
Second chick proceeds to peel the sweaty dark blue socks from her lanky feet exposing her bright red painted nails. The socks are wadded into a ball and brought up to her nose for a quick sniff before shoving them inside her sneakers.
Um, yeah. There were a few distractions in a very crowded yoga class today.
Friday, February 20, 2009
But this time around, I'm talking about the Caesar salad. It seems to be every place, on every single restaurant menu, no matter where you go nowadays. And I'm not a fan. First of all, I don't like Caesar salad dressing at all. But I've noticed that even among Caesar salad dressings there is a huge difference depending on where you order it. At Crush, for example, it is a very light dressing -- not heavy with mayonnaise (yuck) or cream. And I actually think it's okay the way that Crush fixes it with fresh lemon and garlic...light and not creamy. But beyond the dressing, what is there in this salad to attract someone to it? Not a vegetable in the world except for the obligatory romaine lettuce. No tomatoes or cucumber or carrot....nothing. Nutritional value = zero. There are those few necessary croutons which are nice. And a bit of Parmesan. But that's it, folks. Lettuce. Dressing. Crouton. Bit of cheese. Who in the world made that popular???
And so popular that you'll go nearly nowhere that doesn't have it. I don't get it. I'm a veggie guy that needs his salads loaded down heavy with every single vegetable I can find, plus apples or grapes, plus nuts and crunch, plus dried cherries, maybe some avocado. And a fat-free balsamic vinaigrette. That's my gig. And I'm sticking to it.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Now that the sentimental shittola is out of the way, who wants to spank me? Forty-seven whacks, please. Or you can smear birthday cake batter on me and lick it off if you'd prefer.
Or, you can send cash along -- or just bring the cash with you when you come to paddle my arse. Excuse me, would you please, while I go and huff, and puff, and (hopefully) blow out all of my candles.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
You know full well that there are folks in their lives, like us, who wish and hope and pray for a different level of happiness in their lives. We want their struggle to stop. We even get sick and tired of hearing about it throughout the years, don't we? I know I do. It's like we'd almost like them to stop talking about the situation if they aren't willing to do anything about it. You can look right into their lives and know that if they did this or that, they'd be so much better off. It's easy to diagnose, simple to spot, and yet they can't seem to.
Possibly they are happy. I'm doubting that it's true in a very high percentage of cases, but it is possible, I will concede. I have a hard time thinking that anyone could be truthfully happy while struggling through their entire lives. But then there is this thing that we focus on in yoga from time to time -- that we develop the ability to see the good and the light in others. Namaste. And that, kids, is one hell of a big job sometimes. I think it's going to be an ongoing journey for me. I'll bet that hubby and I will still be having this conversation many years from now. Wishing and hoping the best for others, even if they can't get to it for themselves.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
The roses I ordered for hubby arrived this morning just as I was stepping out of the shower. I had to leave him something to remind him of my love. Yoga and the gym are moving along swimmingly. And today, I received my first birthday card (seems that the cash that was to be included had somehow not been). The pooch got a new toy today and some new food that I hope will reduce his need for scratching wounds into the sides of his cute little head. He is now back to having that cute little plastic cone on his head and having Neosporin and some anti-itch cream smeared onto his sore. Poor little thing.
So, if you're in love, great...I wish you a beautiful Valentine's Day. If you're not, the day will pass quickly and you'll be on to Arbor Day or some other nearly insignificant holiday soon. Besides that, I'm sure -- nearly positive -- that someone in your life loves you even though they may not send you flowers or cards or chocolate. Look for it.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Friday, February 06, 2009
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Hubby is off to work in Seattle today and I'm going to continue checking on Toby throughout the day. I just noticed that my hair is in need of a trim. The little cowlick in one spot always grows out and looks funny and is my reminder of haircut time. The weather has been absolutely glorious for a few days now -- in fact, we've not really had the typical day-after-day rain that we usually do in the winter (except for that major snow back around the holidays). February is one of my favorite months of the year -- the baby bulbs are already about a 1/4 inch out of the ground and it seems like winter (at least here in Portland) at least starts to lose the noose it's held on our necks since November. (Well, all of that plus the fact that I get to age an additional year in a few weeks from now.) It's been in the upper 50s and sunny. Last night in yoga, the sun was shining in and it looked so beautiful on the people's bodies ahead of me in class as they were all positioned just so, challenging their bodies and spirits to focus, balance, and center. I did a bit of a better job on a pose or two but, and I swear to this, there are some poses that are nearly impossible if you are thinking about anything else in your life. Centering, focusing, is demanded....along with "staying with your breath." And last night, just for a minute, I thought about all of those in my life who need some help right now. So, on the exhale of my breath, I breathed out for you. For your health and happiness.
We're throwing around the idea of a possible ocean cruise this spring. I'm the one dragging my feet. It's not that I don't really want to go, it's that I'd rather not spend all of my tax return on a cruise that will be over and done with in a week. I'd rather put it on debt. We've looked at several Transatlantic cruises which are horribly tempting. And now we may have settled on a West Coast/Pacific cruise. And, I must say, the Transatlantic is not much more than the shorter West Coast one....except for the getting back and forth to and from the ship costs. This whole WWW and internet thing is really nothing but a source of giant temptation.