Dee-liberations

Trashy book wisdom

2012-01-24T09:10:00.005-05:00

I'm reading another trashy romance, For Love or Legacy by Ruth Cardello. Something in the book, a comment by one of the character's mothers, struck me:

The great part about getting older is you realize you don't have to impress anyone else.

How true!

That is all.

A clean slate

2012-01-01T12:36:00.006-05:00

It's a new year. A clean slate. A blank piece of paper.

There's a cartoon going around on Facebook. Angus and Phil: What exactly is a New Year's resolution? It's a 'to do' list for the first week in January.

It's funny because it's true. Every year I resolve to exercise, to lose weight, to be a better person, to read my daily devotions, yadda yadda yadda. And it never lasts.

A friend of mine, aliaslaceygreen, has inspired me. Instead of making those same old resolutions that I can't manage to keep for more than a week or two, I'm choosing a word for the year.

My word for 2012 is LISTEN.

I don't know if it's possible to overcome my self-absorbed nature. One of my "interesting facts about me" haiku says it best:

I'm a space cadet

Real life isn't as good as

The world in my head

But this year I'm going to try to listen better... to my family, to friends and church members, to what God might be trying to tell me.

Is a word better than a resolution?

I don't know, but I guess I'll find out.

Merry Christmas?

2011-12-24T13:54:00.006-05:00

So what are you doing Christmas Eve day? Baking? Last-minute shopping? Wrapping those last few gifts and putting them under the tree? Maybe even decorating the tree?

Know what we're doing?

Making a big mess of the foyer and cleaning out the coat closet.

Why are we doing this?

I have no idea.

But Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. :)

In the mood

2011-12-22T19:54:00.007-05:00

I finally got in the mood to bake some cookies.

Yeah, I know, they don't look like much. But they are absolutely my very favoritest cookies in the whole world. Cinnamon snaps. Kinda like ginger snaps but... well, you get the picture.

I've already eaten a whole bunch, and they're out there on the table calling to me. Trying to resist, but it's hard.

So in case you love cinnamon as much as I do, and prefer crunchy cookies, here's the recipe. Don't say I never gave you anything. :)

CINNAMON SNAPS

1 c. brown sugar

1 c. white sugar

1 c. butter

2 eggs, beaten

3-1/2 c. flour

1 t. baking soda

1/2 t. salt

1 T. cinnamon

Cream the sugars and butter. Blend in beaten eggs. Add dry ingredients and mix well. Shape dough into two logs, 2 inches in diameter. Wrap with wax paper and refrigerate for at least 2 hours. Slice rolls into 1/4-inch thick cookies. Dip top in sugar crystals or sprinkle on if desired. Bake at 350 degrees for about 12 minutes, until edges are golden brown.

And that's all there is to it. Easy and cinnamon-y. Guaranteed no calories during the holiday season.

Enjoy!

Sweet treats

2011-12-17T21:47:00.010-05:00

These are reindeer cookies, made by Betsy. Aren't they cute? And easy: Just make the Hershey's kiss peanut butter cookie recipe, roll the dough into balls, flatten them into egg shapes and bake. When they come out of the oven press in M&Ms for eyes and nose and chocolate covered pretzels for the antlers.

Below is a picture of one of the five boxes of assorted cookies made by Molly and sent to relatives. Yummy! Molly also decorated the house while I was at my mom's.

Made by me: nada... zip... zilch.

I'm still working on trying to be happy for the holidays, or at least not too cranky. My mother-in-law breaking her hip last week, precipitating two trips to the Catskills, hasn't helped.

What has helped... cookies. I'll regret it when I make my annual New Year's resolution to lose weight, but nothing says happiness like a peanut butter kiss cookie.

Ernestine Ulmer said it best: Life is uncertain. Eat dessert first.

Guilty pleasures

2011-12-10T11:29:00.005-05:00

Why do they make Harlequin romance titles and covers so embarrassing?

Somebody gave me a box of 10-15 year old Harlequins & Silhouettes, and I'm reading them in secret... Oh, well I guess it's not a secret anymore, huh? *blush*

Most of them aren't too bad if you want a quick, easy read with a guaranteed happy ending. But then when I review them on Goodreads, everyone will know what I'm reading.

Is it really humiliating to read light romances? I always thought so, but now I'm not so sure.

Heck, even Nora Roberts, the queen of romance, started out with Silhouette. How bad can that be?

It's Al Right

2011-12-06T08:24:00.009-05:00

I've been reading a lot of free Kindle books, and it turns out many of them are self-published.

Being a bit OCD, especially during the holiday season, the errors drive me insane, and I've been tweeting advice to self-publishers. Examples:

Tips for #selfpublish: Hallows=holy relics. You don't have dark hallows under your eyes unless you were slapped by a dead saint. #badgrammar

Tips for #selfpublish: If you're following the rules, you TOE THE LINE. Tugboats tow the line. #badgrammar

One of my pet peeves is the use of the non-word, alright. ALRIGHT IS NOT A WORD! Another is the non-word alot. ALOT IS NOT A WORD!

My dear friend Rosie Lane gave me a terrific link to a blog post by the brilliant Allie Brosch about the alot, an imaginary creature that looks like a cross between a bear, a yak, and a pug. Then when I wondered what an alright looked like, she gave me a link to a youtube video song, Alright, by Jamiroquai.

So from now on, whenever I see alright used in a sentence, I will think of my friend Al Right with the funny hat and mustache. "I was feeling alright" gives me the picture of the writer stroking Al Right's mustache.

Stupid... maybe. But it helps me deal.

You gotta take your fun where you find it, right? Al Right!

Scrooge no more

2011-11-28T09:18:00.009-05:00

It's officially the start of the holiday season, and I'm not happy. I frickin' HATE the holidays.

It may be partly because I work part-time at a church, and other than Easter it's the busiest time of the year. Extra work, but of course, no extra pay.

Not to mention all my own shopping, Christmas letter, cards, parties, the six-hour drive to visit my mom and the five-hour drive to mother-in-law, yadda yadda yadda.

As a Christian, I should love the season, looking forward with great anticipation to the birth of Christ. But we've turned the holiday into such a bastion of commercialism and family duty that it's lost its meaning.

I've considered just abandoning all the secular trappings, but I don't think I can do it. My family expects gifts and I don't want to disappoint them. My friends and relatives actually look forward to my annual letter and card, or at least they say they do. The church people need the Christmas events. And my mother and mother-in-law really want the visits and would be sad without them.

This year I'm going to try really hard to improve my attitude. Yeah, I know, I'm a curmudgeon and everyone expects me to bitch and moan all the time. But I really mean it. I'm going to do my best to find the joy this year.

How do you feel about Christmas? Do you love to shop? (Grrr, I hate it... oops, sorry, backsliding already.) Do you love the decorations? The insane holiday music everywhere you go?

And do you think I'll really manage to change my attitude? Does it count if I just hate it inside and don't bitch and moan?

2011, the year of Scrooge-no-more. Hey, it could happen...

A question about questions

2011-11-23T12:47:00.007-05:00

What's up with authors not using question marks anymore?

I noticed it particularly in J.R. Ward's last couple of books. Now don't get me wrong, I think she's an awesome writer. I adore her books, every one. But in places where I learned to always use a question mark, she doesn't.

I already returned her two latest to the library, so I don't have exact quotes in front of me, but here's an example made up by me:

"But things don't always go according to plan, do they."

My seventh grade English teacher, Mrs. Williams, taught me to use a question mark there. So why doesn't J.R. Ward?

And here's another example, from the Foreword to "SEAL of My Dreams," an anthology of stories about Navy SEALS: "Who is better equipped to honor the image of our greatest warrior heroes than the gifted pens of some of the romance industry's finest authors of romantic fiction."

Does it have something to do with the inflection? Generally when asking a question, the voice rises. "Are you going to the store?"

But not always. "Where are you going?"

So really, have the rules of punctuation gone out the window? Is it a lack of knowledge on the part of authors and editors?

I admit to being a nitpicker of epic proportions, and Mrs. Williams's lessons have stayed with me for more years than I'd care to enumerate. Changes in the rules drive me crazy, whether they're universally accepted or just some author's convention.

It shouldn't bother me, should it?

It shouldn't bother me, should it.

The refilled nest

2011-11-12T12:25:00.012-05:00

According to the New York Times, since 2000, more people in the 25-to-39 age group live in their parents’ homes. By 2008, before the full effect of the recession was being felt, their ranks had increased by 32 percent nationwide, and we can assume it's even higher now.

We've got one of those "boomerang kids." Molly, on the left in the picture, moved home this past April. For the past six years she's lived two hours away, making use of her degree in chemical and biomedical engineering and earning a substantial salary.

But she wasn't happy.

After much discussion and consideration, at age 29 she sold her townhouse and moved home to pursue a dream to become a veterinarian. She spent the summer volunteering full time to get the requisite number of volunteer hours to apply to veterinary school, and is now studying veterinary science at Drexel School of Medicine in Philly. Her applications are in and we're all waiting to hear.

So how are we managing with a 29-year-old "child" at home? I have to say, just fine. But it really depends on the kid.

There's a quiz: Are You Ready for Your Grown Children to Move Home? on About.com, and it's a good one. I think the most important factor is that Molly has specific plans, a real goal, and she's constantly working toward it. She goes to classes and studies pretty much all the time.

The other important thing for us is that she fits in with our lifestyle. She helps around the house, doesn't expect us to do things for her the way we did when she was younger, and even encourages us to live healthier lives. She goes to the gym with me and walks around the neighborhood with Dave, helps with the shopping, and even helps Dave with yardwork and the pond. It's especially nice that Dave and I can go away for a week or two and not worry about the house.

Lucky us.

What do you think about grown children moving back in with parents? Did it ever happen to you, either as a parent or a child? How did it work out?

Inquiring minds want to know. :)

Better run, better run

2011-10-30T13:04:00.018-04:00

There's a song that's been playing on the radio lately, and Molly can't stop singing it:

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

I'm going to adopt that as my theme song, only I'm changing the lyrics: All the backyard critters that are eatin' my stuff, you'd better run, better run...

Yes, he's back, the king of the backyard. And now he's gone too far.

We got a gift--a big basket of chrysanthemums--and put them out on the deck where we could see them from the sunroom. And that arrogant b*st*rd toddled right on over and started chomping.

Enough is enough.

Okay, I'm not really gonna get a gun, but between the effin' great blue heron eating all our baby koi (see pics below) and Mr. Woody eating the flowers, I've had it.

I'm mad now. Wildlife, beware!

Great blue heron underneath the pond net, eating our fish

Scary great blue heron flies away

Guest haiku

2011-10-22T22:52:00.007-04:00

On Wednesday we took a catamaran tour to the Na Pali coast to see the cliffs. It is some of the most spectacular scenery in the world.

It was very rough, though. Betsy slipped as she walked along the catwalk from the front of the boat and came within inches of going over the edge. Scary!

But everyone forgot about it once the lady started puking over the side.

And that inspired:

Boat Ride

by Betsy & Molly

Sailing out to sea

Lots of bumpy bumpy waves

Oops, pineapple chunks

Chickensofwalmart.com?

2011-10-19T15:41:00.011-04:00

Did I mention chickens?

I must have. They're everywhere here on Kauai. Even at Wal-Mart.

I was going to submit this photo to peopleof- walmart.com, but it's a bit blurry. So only my friends get the benefit of seeing it.

And of reading this:

A Wal-Mart Haiku

by Buster Rooster

Is there corn on sale?

I think I need condoms, too.

Cock-a-doodle doo!

From sea level to 4,000 feet

2011-10-17T13:58:00.014-04:00

On Sunday we drove along the southern part of Kauai, and then up to the top of Waimea Canyon, which has to rival the Grand Canyon in depth and beauty. Amazing doesn't even begin to describe it.

The view from Kalalau Lookout, the highest spot you can go on the island, was truly the most beautiful landscape I've ever seen in my life. We were up level with the clouds, looking down at the cliffs and the ocean. I'll let the pictures speak for me, though they don't really do it justice.

1. The canyon from near sea level, looking up.

2. The Grand Canyon of the Pacific: Waimea Canyon Lookout, looking down.

3. We are here: map at Kokee Lodge and museum, where we ate lunch.

4. Up in the clouds: Kalalau Lookout, looking north at the ocean. Down below on the right side is where we were yesterday, right on the coast.

5. Enjoying the view: Deb's pic of our happy family.

Incredible diversity

2011-10-16T13:37:00.027-04:00

What an amazing island! The diversity of the landscape is just incredible.

Today we drove north from our central location just outside Lihue. We saw the Kilauea lighthouse and Kilauea Point National Wildlife Refuge, home to wedge-tailed shearwaters nesting in tunnels right along the path. Molly was great at spotting the babies hidden in the undergrowth, and below is her picture.

Other birds at the refuge were red-footed boobies nesting along the cliffs, and great frigatebirds soaring overhead, hovering in the wind as if posing just for us. And of course no matter where or when, we found the ubiquitous chickens.

After a really yum- yummy lunch at a Mediterranean restaurant in Hanalei, we drove to the end of the road and visited both the Wet Cave and the Dry Cave. At the beaches along the northern coast waves crashed, and some beaches were closed due to dangerous undertows.

And all along the sea, a simple turn inland gave us the mountain vistas, clouds sitting atop jagged peaks. From volcanic cliffs to rainforests to fertile valleys to sand beaches, Kauai's variety of landscape and climates is stunning.

And we've barely begun!

Pigging out

2011-10-15T03:27:00.010-04:00

You're looking at the "before" picture. There are no after pictures, except of the Hawaiian dancers and fire twirler guys.

Tonight we went to a luau. Roast pig and lots of other interesting foods, even poi, which had no taste at all to me. You'd have to be really hungry to eat that.

It was a good day, supposed to be a rest and recovery day after our arduous trip. So we got all dressed and dragged ourselves to our rental van.

First stop: Opaekaa Falls, nice and close to our condos. One of the many falls on Kauai.

Then lunch at a local bar, don't forget the local beer, then the grocery store. Then back to the resort and the swimming pool. You'll find no pictures of us in our bathing attire.

Then an hour to shower and change, and off to the luau. Home about 9 p.m.

Some day of rest, huh?

History Repeats

2011-10-14T13:33:00.005-04:00

I can't believe it. It almost happened again.

The last time our family left for a major vacation, our Mediterranean cruise, we had big problems getting to the airport. It wasn't our fault, but still, we were panicked, fearful we'd miss our flight.

This time, leaving for a week in Hawaii, it might have been our fault. Who bothers to listen to a traffic report at 6 a.m.? I-95, the primary way to get to the Philly airport, was closed. And we were already on it.

Lucky for us we'd allowed an extra half hour to get there. We sat still for about fifteen minutes, but then were able to crawl our way to the next exit. Of course when we got off the lights were backed up and backed up. Everyone was trying to get to the airport.

Also lucky for us, Molly was driving. And one more lucky for us, she was driving my old piece-of-shit Camry. After whipping through a gas station and bulling our way into traffic, we finally made it through the last lights. We got through security and arrived at our gate just as they were starting to board.

But that's not the end of the story. It gets better... or worse, if you're us.

We got onto the plane and taxied out onto the runway, and then stopped. And the engines went off.

"Well, folks," the pilot's voice came over the intercom, "we've got a 55-minute delay due to the weather in Chicago." And we only had an hour layover to make our connection.

We sat... and sat... and finally, almost an hour later, took off.

Here's where we finally got lucky. As we approached Chicago, the cabin staff read off the connecting gates and gave detailed instructions on how to take the shuttle from one terminal to another. Oh, great, we thought, there's no chance we're going to make our next flight. Then there was the good news: we were arriving at Gate C-59. Our next flight was leaving from Gate C-56.

They were already boarding when we got there, but we made it! Whew!

It was smooth sailing, er, I mean flying, after that, and we arrived in Lihue eighteen hours after that I-95 closure, exhausted but happy.

Next time I promise I'll listen to the traffic report. :)

Is it really worth it?

2011-10-08T09:20:00.005-04:00

I think I'm going insane.

Yeah, I know, all my friends will testify I've been crazy for a long time. But this is serious.

I'm going on vacation in less than a week. To Hawaii, no less. And I don't wanna go.

Insane, right?

But there's just so much to do before I go that I might kill myself getting it done. And then where would I be?

There are a lot of good things about working part-time at a church. The people are all so nice. They love me and appreciate what I do.

On the other hand, nobody else can do my job. The ones that could all work fulltime and have families and don't have time. The older folks who have the time are all, to a person, computer illiterate. If my plane crashes, God forbid, my church will get by, but a lot of things would change.

For now it's all on me.

So in order to take a week's vacation, I have to do two weeks of work before I go. It's driving me insane. Especially now, one of the busiest times of the year for me, with annual meetings and a plethora of upcoming events.

I'll get it done. And I can rest on the all-day, multiple-plane trip to Hawaii, right? Yeah, right.

But until I actually get there, I'll be a crazy woman.

Bring on the straitjacket.

The Return of the King

2011-09-29T18:15:00.014-04:00

No, I'm not talking about Aragorn. As you can probably guess from the picture.

I was in the kitchen, warming up leftovers in the microwave. Lasagna that I made earlier in the week. Yum.

Dave was in the sunroom. "Psst," he said, standing real still. "C'mere."

Molly was right there in the kitchen with me, so I figured it wasn't for some wanton sunroom nookie.

"Bring your camera," he added.

As I said, Molly was right there, so it couldn't have been for some kinky sunroom pornography.

While I was extricating my camera from my purse, Molly eased herself out into the sunroom. "Omigod!" she said. "He's back!"

I turned the camera on, slo-mo'd around the corner and there he was, right on the deck, licking up the spilled seed from the bird feeder. It was Woody the Woodchuck, king of the backyard. And has he ever grown!

For those of you who haven't known me for that long, Woody took up residence under our deck last year. You can read about it and see pictures of him here. And here.

We all stood and watched while his royal fatness sashayed down the steps, across the walk and through the little decorative fence into the flower bed. He moseyed around for a minute and then found some tasty plants and settled down to dinner.

"Let's go outside," Molly said, so she and Dave went out on the deck. Woody hurried over to the fence and paused, posing for me to take a few more pictures. But as the humans got closer, he motored back across the walk and disappeared under the deck with a flash of his furry tail.

Now I'm pondering. Do we dig out the Repels All and the ammonia-soaked rags and stuff them into Woody's hole? A lot of the discussion boards suggest human urine as a wild animal repellent, even for bears. Are you listening, Tartlet? Do I get Dave to go out there after dark and pee? Should I squat there myself?

Or do I follow the example of my Muddy buddy and leave the critter be? Of course Mud has a whole bunch of woodchucks in her backyard in spite of three dogs racing around peeing on everything. I don't think I want a whole bunch of woodchucks. Even calling them groundhogs and giving them cute names like Gus and Punxatawney Phil doesn't make them all that desirable.

For now, I guess we'll leave his chubby majesty alone. But if he starts burrowing in the flower beds, no guarantees.

Watch here for news of a royal beheading. :)

Versatile Blogger Award

2011-09-25T20:45:00.008-04:00

Does being versatile mean that you can't commit? Or perhaps that you need to be committed?

Many thanks to the lovely Rosie Lane for nominating me for the Versatile Blogger award. I feel so honored.

At least I did until I googled it and found there are 3,120,000 other versatile bloggers. I'm one in a million, right? Or to be more accurate, one in three million.

What the award means in practical terms for me is that I must share seven things about myself, preferably interesting, and then pass the award on to *insert random number here, depending on who you listen to* other bloggers.

Since Rosie mentioned in her nomination that I can write a haiku about anything, I've decided to share seven *possibly* interesting haiku facts about me.

1. My degree is in

Chemical engineering

Met lots of guys there

2. I went to law school

Became a divorce lawyer

It majorly sucked

3. I like doing crafts

I once knit Dave a sweater

It fit me better

4. It's impossible

To haiku re addictive

Personality

5. Don't come for dinner

I am a terrible cook

Less fun than chem lab

6. I play the keyboard

In a praise band in my church

Mostly I fake it

7. I'm a space cadet

Real life isn't as good as

The world in my head

So there you have it. Now on to my nominations, of which I have five, in no particular order. Maria Zannini, Nicole Laurent, Muddy Meanderings, Mom Saga, and More Notes from the Refrigerator Door. Some of you have been taking a bit of a summer vacation from your blogs. You know who you are, and it's fall now, time to get back to them. :)

In order to accept this prestigious award and join me as one in three million, you must, according to one set of official rules:

1. Thank the award-giver(s) and link back to them in your post.

2. Tell your readers seven (7) things about yourself.

3. Give this award to up to fifteen (15) recently discovered or favorite bloggers.

4. Contact those bloggers and let them in on the exciting news.

So thanks again, Rosie, and go get 'em, bloggers!

Gluttons for punishment?

2011-09-22T20:17:00.005-04:00

Facebook has changed its format again.

And damn! How annoying! Some computer algorithm somewhere decides what my top stories are. And there's no way to get rid of them, at least, not an easy way.

Everyone's in an uproar. How dare they?!

What we all should do is go somewhere else for our social networking. But, you might ask, where?

I have no idea. There's no place else where all my friends are. And vampire wars.

So, grumbling all the way, I'll put up with it. Sooner or later I'll get used to it.

Just in time for the next set of changes... :(

Addiction, thy name is me

2011-09-14T21:07:00.009-04:00

I may have mentioned once or twice that I'm an addictive personality. When I started playing Vampire Wars, it was all vamps all the time. Same thing with Treasure Madness and Zoo World. For the better part of 2010 I spent 8 hours a day or more online playing games.

Recently I've given up all the computer games except VW, and I'm back under the thrall of a lifetime addiction: reading. I've been re-reading my way through some of my favorite detective/ thriller series, like John Sandford's Prey series, and now Jeffrey Deaver's Lincoln Rhymes.

Of course in between I've been reading some of the newer paranormal romances and urban fiction. Some I love, and some, not so much. And I'm waiting for the new releases of some of my very favorite series: JD Robb's Eve Dallas and Lee Child's Reacher. So many good books.

So if I'm not around as much as usual, you can most likely find me in my comfy chair, completely oblivious to the world, lost in fiction, in fantasy, in mystery, suspense, romance.

It's way better than RL.

Ten years ago

2011-09-11T08:00:00.006-04:00

The events of ten years ago today are too painful to remember, and yet too important to forget.

I still can't bear to talk about it, to see news coverage, to think about it. And I didn't even lose a loved one. Yet my life, along with everyone else's in this country and around the world, was irrevocably changed.

It still hurts.

It came, we saw, we conquered... mostly

2011-08-29T19:21:00.018-04:00

We were all prepared. Every pitcher we own was filled with drinking water, the bathtub filled in case we needed buckets to flush, there was milk in the fridge, bread in the freezer, we turned the fridge and freezer to coldest to keep things longer in case of power loss, and we each had a flashlight beside us.

The only thing we didn't have was the evil Mr. T, who hid for his little turtley life in spite of Betsy wading through the pond for ages in the rain and then sitting and hoping she could catch him to bring him to safety in the house. He didn't care about the storm, just his freedom.

Despite all our preparations, or perhaps because of, Hurricane Irene was a bit of a bust. Now I'm sure the families of those who died wouldn't agree. Or those who lost homes to wind or flooding. Like those in Dave's mother's home of Margaretville, NY. But here in South Jersey, it was the disaster that wasn't.

I'm not complaining, mind you. I'm very happy our prayers were *mostly* answered and there were very few fatalities. As for the property damage, well, things can be replaced. People can't.

So in spite of experiencing a couple of flickers in the electrical service and briefly losing our cable and internet, we had it pretty easy. Next time a hurricane comes up the East Coast, we might not even bother preparing, and that might be a shame.

All I can say in closing is: Good night Irene, Good night Irene, I'll see you in my dreams.

The coming storm

2011-08-26T08:02:00.007-04:00

Irene is coming to Jersey.

That's a lot more ominous if you know that Irene is a category 3 hurricane about to dump her wrath on the U.S. east coast.

The local media, and national, too, are having hysterics and upping the fear factor. It drives me crazy, so I don't watch.

But everything I've read and seen says we oughta be getting ready, stocking up on fresh water, having a 3-day supply of food and a can opener--yes, it really says that--batteries and flashlights, and on and on.

Somehow I can't get that excited.

Who wants to go to the grocery store and battle the crazies? Not me.

So here I sit, watching the weather channel as long as I can bear it, about 2 minutes, just long enough to see the latest predicted storm tracks.

We managed to survive the rapture. Guess we'll manage this, too.

I'll get back to you on that. ...or not...

Vacation haiku #21

2011-08-20T19:57:00.003-04:00

Home--where the heart is

Home again, jiggety jig

There's no place like home

Vacation haiku #20

2011-08-18T10:48:00.002-04:00

Wild pheasant mama

Walking babies across road

Despite the danger

Vacation haiku #19

2011-08-10T15:29:00.009-04:00

Great eagle spirit

Sky ruler, caring parent

Fierce and majestic

Artwork from Crystal's Comments

Vacation haiku #18

2011-07-31T04:51:00.002-04:00

City of Deadwood

Story of Wild Bill Hickok

Calamity Jane

Vacation haiku #17

2011-07-30T07:17:00.002-04:00

Underground for miles

With candle and ball of twine

Alvin MacDonald

Vacation haiku #16

2011-07-28T09:43:00.001-04:00

Horses wild and free

No longer rule the prairie

Need sanctuary

Vacation haiku #15

2011-07-27T15:41:00.003-04:00

Highway construction

One lane for mile after mile

With no one working

Vacation haiku #14

2011-07-26T15:58:00.002-04:00

Tears and aching chest

Sorrow for plight of natives

Land taken from them

Vacation haiku #13

2011-07-25T13:17:00.003-04:00

Crazy Horse still rides

Points where his dead lie buried

He stands for natives

Vacation haiku #12

2011-07-24T07:51:00.002-04:00

Mount Rushmore faces

Dead presidents carved in stone

Tourist attraction

Vacation haiku #11

2011-07-23T09:11:00.002-04:00

Buffalo still roam

Population-controlled park

Wild life is no more

Vacation haiku #10

2011-07-22T08:23:00.002-04:00

Thrusting into sky

Devil's Tower, Wyoming

Ancient volcano

Vacation haiku #9

2011-07-20T19:10:00.004-04:00

Desolate country

Like strange alien planet

No humans in sight

Vacation haiku #8

2011-07-19T08:54:00.002-04:00

Badlands National Park

Pictures can't do it justice

Rugged poetry

Vacation haiku #7

2011-07-18T22:55:00.001-04:00

Missouri River

Hills, bluffs, winding through prairie

Lewis and Clark land

Vacation haiku #6

2011-07-17T19:10:00.002-04:00

Bit of history
South Dakota corn palace
Mitchell's claim to fame

Vacation haiku #5

2011-07-16T19:42:00.002-04:00

Wildflowers and cornfields
Upper Midwest prairie land
Stretches forever

Vacation haiku #4

2011-07-15T16:33:00.004-04:00

Cattle graze in fields
Miles and miles of green growing
On to horizon

Vacation haiku #3

2011-07-14T21:01:00.002-04:00

Minnesota wind
Turbine blades generating
Electricity

Vacation haiku #2

2011-07-13T16:57:00.001-04:00

Minneapolis
And Mall of America
Big and exhausting

Vacation haiku #1

2011-07-12T22:41:00.003-04:00

I've been doing my usual procrastination, but I've vowed to keep posting until all my vacation haiku are up. Because if I don't put them here, they'll just get lost. So here we go...

Waiting in airports
Flight delays so frustrating
Anxious to arrive

Breakaway in Haiku, Part 2

2011-07-02T15:17:00.011-04:00

Cedar Creek shopping
Historic town, former mill
And crepes with custard

Facebook marathon
Lubricated by vodka,
Wine, margaritas

Roses, peonies
At Boerner Botanical
And hostas galore

Wine tasting evening
Friends bonding over bottles
White, red and rosé

Hugs, tears and farewells
Goodbye for another year
Bittersweet heart tugs

Breakaway in Haiku, Part 1

2011-06-25T22:21:00.010-04:00

Wisconsin in June
Cool, humid, with thunderstorms
And warmth of friendship

Polishfest evening
Kielbasa and pierogies
And deep fried cheese curds

Milwaukee sunshine
Lakefront festival of arts
Body art photos

Calatrava sails
Chinese figures, modern art
Lakeside museum

Chicago Sunday
Field museum with t-rex
Egypt and The Horse

Shedd aquarium
Jellies and man hugging fish
Happy Father's Day

Cluck cluck... chili?

2011-06-16T15:11:00.021-04:00

A haiku:

Gray skies and chili.
Cool for skin, heat for stomach.
Contrasting senses.

On Saturday our church sponsored its first annual chili cook-off. It was a lot of fun, in spite of the thunderstorm that forced an early closing.

The girls entered Betsy's white chicken chili, absolutely delicious. They didn't win, but we all had fun tasting the various kinds of chili, from Nan's Mild to Chunky BBQ Style to Vegetarian Venom.

So in case you care, here's our recipe, borrowed from Nicole's dad:

Mr. McIntyre's Chicken and White Bean Chili

2 (15 oz) cans of white beans, drained
4 Poblano chili peppers
2 T butter
1 large onion, chopped
5 1/2 T flour
2 c low-sodium chicken broth
1 1/2 c half-and-half
2 large chicken breasts, cooked and shredded (or 1 rotisserie chicken)
1 T chili powder
1 T hot sauce
1 T ground cumin
2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper
3/4 c Monterrey Jack or Cheddar cheese, grated
1/2 c sour cream
Cilantro, chopped (optional) – I don’t use this
Salsa (optional) – I don’t use this

Char the poblanos over your stovetop gas burner or in a broiler until blackened on all sides. Enclose in a paper bag. (Alternatively, you can place them in a bowl and seal the top with plastic wrap. Either method helps the chilies steam and makes removing the skin easier.) Let the chilis stand for 10 minutes. Peel, seed, and chop the chilies. Set aside.

Melt butter in a large, heavy pot over medium heat. Add onions and saute until tender, about 15 minutes. Add flour and stir, cooking for about 5 minutes - do not let the mixture brown, however. Gradually whisk in the chicken broth and half-and-half. Simmer gently until thickened, about 10 minutes. Add beans, roasted chilies, shredded chicken, chili powder, hot sauce, cumin, salt, and pepper. Simmer gently to blend the flavors, about 20 minutes. Add grated cheese and sour cream to chili. Stir just until chili is heated through and cheese melts - but do not let the mixture boil. Serve topped with cilantro and a dollop of your favorite jarred salsa if you choose.

The butterfly of the moment

2011-06-11T07:59:00.008-04:00

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? ~Vita Sackville-West

Okay, I never heard of Vita Sackville-West before, but I was looking at quotes about writing and this one captured me. It made me think.

Is writing a romance novel really clapping the net over the butterfly of the moment?

I looked up Sackville-West. She was an English poet and novelist, mainly in the 1930s and 40s, and had a long affair with Virginia Woolf. And I thought, oh, well, poetry. That's a very personal form of writing, and certainly qualifies as capturing the butterfly of the moment. Probably the haiku I write also qualify.

But really, what about a novel? Does it have to be "literature" to capture that butterfly? Or is any writing, creativity of the mind, a scramble with the butterfly net?

I don't know. What do you think?

The joys of old age

2011-06-06T08:11:00.013-04:00

Are there any? Joys of old age?

I was 39 on my last birthday. Honest to God. Because the year I was going to turn 40 I canceled my birthday and I haven't had another one since. Instead we celebrate cake day every year, because you gotta have cake, right? Or International Tiara Day, or Aldersgate Day, or Victoria Day. Anything but a birthday.

Anyway, if I still celebrated birthdays, this one would have been a biggie. I'd be officially old, at least by some standards. And take it from one who's been dealing with an elderly mother AND an elderly mother-in-law, old age sucks. Bigtime.

So if I actually were old, how would I deal with it?

"Put me in a home," I tell my girls, over and over again. "You don't even have to come visit me. Don't let me be a burden to you. Just make sure I have internet."

I hope that I'll still have enough sense left to get myself into a senior place that will give me whatever care I need. My mom did, with a little encouragement and help from my sister. But the thought of living to almost 95, like my mom has, scares me to death.

In the meantime, I'll just pretend I'm not old. I'll work at the church, drag myself to the gym, hang out on the internet, and read and read and read, just the way I've been doing.

And hey, the good news is, I'm not old enough to collect social security yet. So even though I qualify for a senior citizen discount at some restaurants, I'm not REALLY old yet.

Right?

Housework... gasp

2011-05-27T10:50:00.015-04:00

Sometimes I just can't figure myself out.

I'm the world's laziest slug when it comes to housework. I hate it with a passion. And I rarely do any.

But I do like a neat, clean house, so I spend what little money I make working at the church on a bi-weekly housecleaner. She does the basics—vacuuming, dusting, bathrooms—and it's good enough. And knowing she's coming forces us to pick stuff up and put things away so that she can clean better. At least once every two weeks, the house is neat and clean.

So why is it that the minute Dave goes away for a few days, I go on a binge of straightening up, putting away, and even *gasp* actual cleaning? When he's here, I just sit in my chair and play computer games all day, or read book after book. Do a load of laundry? Nope. Load the dishwasher? Nawwww. Actually cook a meal? Never!

Do you think it's because when Dave's around, he's constantly working? Am I the anti-Dave? Do I need to spend all my time doing nothing because he spends all his time doing something? Is it a way of keeping nature in balance?

Or is it because there's no point in cleaning up when he's around messing things up again? Not that he's so horribly messy, but he gets involved in his projects, doing things around the house and yard, and keeping the house neat and clean isn't his priority.

Or is it just a way to fill the time while he's gone?

I miss him... :(

Is today the day?

2011-05-21T13:18:00.007-04:00

This afternoon I'm going to the mall to the AT&T store to get a new phone and data plan. But it occurred to me, today's supposed to be the rapture. What if I commit myself to a two-year plan and then get sucked up to heaven with Jesus?

I don't really think that's too likely. Although I'm a Christian and work at a church part time, I'm not convinced the rapture is today. And even if it is, I'm not sure my faith is strong enough to get me into the in-crowd of followers.

I just read an article about a guy who's pulled in $35,000 from true believers in exchange for promising to take care of their pets when they go to heaven. Enterprising guy. And how are they assured he'll still be around? Because he and his employees swear that they're atheists. And if that's not enough, they commit blasphemy to prove it.

I guess it takes all kinds.

Anyway, I'm heading out for the mall now. If I go to heaven, I probably won't care about the phone bill anyway. I just hope those left on earth for the 5 months of hell, complete with fire and brimstone, won't have to worry about it either.

So bye, all. Maybe for the day, maybe forever.

Stay tuned... :)
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Spring haiku

2011-03-31T05:50:00.008-04:00

Last weekend we took a long drive down to southwestern Virginia to transfer custody of Dave's mom to his sister. Yay!

The weather was perfect and the scenery was gorgeous, but I was driving and couldn't take any pictures the whole first day. So instead I composed haiku in my head.

On our way home we stopped overnight just south of Washington D.C. and first thing in the morning drove into the city to see the fabled cherry blossoms. We'd never seen them before, and it was so worth it! Just gorgeous.

Here are my haiku from the trip.

Shenandoah valley
Cattle graze in spring-green fields
Trees fluffy with buds

Beautiful Blue Ridge
Gauzy layers of mountains
To infinity

Pink cherry blossoms
Reflecting in blue water
Breathtaking springtime
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Book review: Treachery in Death

2011-03-04T16:42:00.011-05:00

I usually do my book reviews on Goodreads, and lately all in haiku, but I just had to say more about J.D. Robb's latest, Treachery in Death. It's truly amazing to me how a series with more than 30 books, almost 40 if you count the novella-length entries, can continue to provide such high quality.

And this particular one might be my favorite of the whole shebang.

Now if you're in it for the romance, there's not a whole lot of it here. A couple of pretty tame love scenes, and very little of the conflict between Eve and Roarke that makes some of the books so interesting.

And the mystery, well, you know early on who the bad guys are. But you know what? It doesn't make a damn bit of difference. It still kept me up late, wanting to see what came next.

The suspense? Hard to develop too much of that when pretty much every single reader knows Eve's going to come out on top. Even with Eve in the bad guys' crosshairs, you just know she's going to survive, and win, and kick some ass in the process.

What really blew me away about this one was the contrast in characters. Two female lieutenants, one good, one dirty. Their actions, their morals, their motives, their leadership style, the loyalty of their squads. This just couldn't have been better.

I gave it five stars, because that's the most I could. But it deserves six!

Thanks, JD/Nora, for writing brilliant books, year after year, decade after decade. You're a genius!
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Spawn of Satan

2011-02-26T17:45:00.015-05:00

I might have mentioned a few weeks ago that the evil Mr. T has returned. After living with Molly for a couple of years, he's ba-a-ack. And I'm not happy.

Why are our pets always evil?

First we had Mickey, the Dalmatian from Hell. He bit people, mostly me, barked a lot, and shed evil dalmatian hair all over the house.

Now there's Mr. T. He bites, too, and poops big turtle poops. Nasty. And he eats live fish when he can find them. One year we let him out in the pond for the summer, and he bit every single leaf off the water lilies at the water line.

Evil, I say!

And expensive! He outgrew his first tank so we had to buy a new one, and now he destroys everything we put in--a floating shelf, the heater. But Dave keeps buying new stuff. The latest is a little penthouse where he can sun himself.

I've been trying to find someone who's driving down to Florida so they can release him into the wild. No takers yet. For some reason, everyone else in the family likes him. How can you be fond of a reptile? You can't pet him... he'd bite your finger. You can talk to him, but he doesn't respond. All he does is eat and sleep.

Next year we're probably going to Hilton Head for a week. My plan is to take him along and let him go.

Do you think he'd fit in my pocket?
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