Sunday, April 30, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
1--No all-time favorite movie for me, just favorite directors, writers, producers and actors. Guess I'm just not hard-core.
2--I vaguely remember walking out of a movie, just once, when I was in college. Can't for the life of me remember what it was. During a film-festival sort of class.
3--The last movie I remember was Return of the King. Viggio Mortensen was yummy.
4--I rarely eat popcorn at the theater; I hate getting husks in my teeth, and never remember to bring floss.
5-- I only go to the theater when I know the home video can't reproduce the total, wide-screen, surround-sound, etc, experience.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Good thing, too. About the only good thing. After three hours I was billed a stunning amount for four tires, balancing, and a front end alignment (previously done last summer).
Wednesday night began with a vibration in the back end of the vehicle, on the way to work. I called Badyear, and told them I needed an early appointment Thursday. I was tartly informed that many people were ahead of me, so good luck Oh, well, not unexpected, although disappointing. Then I was informed that a coworker called in sick. I added his work to mine. The troubles from the new system were totally well-represented, all night. Things were so bad with Atext, that the Sports department called for a cutback to one edition, with the paper's deadline set for Midnight. We missed deadline. It was 12:30 AM when I reluctantly got in the car.
Fortunately it was only three blocks to Badyear. Fortunately, a coworker tailed me. Fortunately, I was scared of the sound, which echoed last summer, when a tire shot off my vehicle on Route 352 in West Elmira. Fortunately it was 12:30 AM and there were very few other drivers.
Halfway down the block to the tire store, there was a nasty ping and the left rear tire popped off. The Tracker swerved to the left and I braked. At absolutely no time had I driven faster than reeeeeaaaaalllllyyyy slow. So I wasn't surprised, stunned, afraid, or anything like any sort of normal emotion. Just "Here we go again" running wordlessly through my head.
I'm home, and blogging. I should be preparing for BabySister's visit. But I'm exhausted and somewhat depressed. Maybe I'll play a video game.
Thank the Lord this was Elmira, and not a big city. I was on the edge of one of our "worst" neighborhoods, and was faced only with courteous locals, concerned for my well-being. They checked to see if I was okay, and moved quickly out. One of Elmira's Finest was passing by, and came right over.
We weren't able to get our local AAA tow, but we got another, who was at the city lot. Who required cash on the barrelhead. Who politely took $70 to move the car less than one-quarter block.
Badyear was on the line before 10 AM with a full report and an explanation. All will be set right, although I doubt I'd make a good referral these days. We will shuffle cars for the next few days, and of course BabySister will bring hers. I am well and unhurt; my dearest, loving Husband RJ came right to my side within minutes. The young, deferential officer left on an emergency call right after the tow arrived. I was home in bed by 2:00 AM. Thus are the benefits of life in a small, country-sort of city in Upstate New York.
Blessings? Too many to count, thank you.
Monday, April 24, 2006
It's too important to pass over: Scottsdale Karen, my beloved BlogSister, has a rather awkward BlogChild relationship going on here. Go here for her take on it all.
Congrats to all involved.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
“No one thought about living,” Jacobson said. “Everyone gave up. That's it. There was thirst. There was hunger. There was cold. That was my life for three years.
She also tells the story of waiting for the Nazis to come. I've personally known others who simply could not speak about it at all. "Sophie's Choice" was not unique. Mrs. Jacobson's husband was also a Holocaust Survivor.
Kalmon “Jake the Glass Man” Jacobson became well-known inJake used to say he never had a peaceful night's sleep ever again. The terrors of the death camp woke him every single night for the rest of his life. Jake was a good guy, friendly and open; may he rest in peace.
the region. He died about three years ago.
Hamas, Al Quaida, and the Islamicists will reenact the horrors of the Holocaust if they can. We must protect Israel as we protect our own land. To do that, we must remain in the Middle East. Those who say it is none of our business are so very wrong. They hate us as much as they hate Jews. We are Jews; all non-Muslims are Jews. Europe never quite got it. And still does not get it. Sooner or later, it will be everyone's turn.
In this time of anniversaries we should remember that, for survivors, every day is the anniversary. Every day is full of the horrors of having survived.
Zack Queal, 17, said people need to learn from Jacobson's lesson. “This reinforces the old saying that people who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it,” he said.pb
“Anything can happen.”
Friday, April 21, 2006
1--My favorite ethnic foods are Chinese and Mexican.
2--Must-haves are Subgum chow mein and Guacamole salad.
3--Guacamole with tortilla chips is always available at the Friendly House in the Little Pond. As are hummus and whole grain pita. Always.
4--Food travel? Hands down, head to England, where all cuisines are located in London, thanks to old-time Imperial days.
5--Unless I learned the language, I wouldn't go to Japan, where food tends to be very expensive, for just the opposite reason--insularity. They are loyal nationalists who mostly buy Japanese, thus protecting their economy. Can't blame them.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Absolutely did not recognize most of the newbies! Just like at the Reconciliation service. This must be the clustering, the consolidation.
Which left me feeling conflicted about the position of our pastor. We've lost a few of our original congregation. They didn't like the pastor. This I don't get. However, we just might accrue a goodly number of people who like him and will stay put. I hope so.
Ironic, that the pastor who is blamed for the loss of parishioners was chosen to lead the parish in our new cluster! Wouldn't that be a hoot??!! Good for him? I wonder if that was exactly what he feared??? All my prayers and my money are on our cantankerous, funny, original, Fr. Jerry!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
And we are off to Golden Glow for feasting, friends and fun. Our contribution?
Make your own drinks
We have included everything you need
One jigger vodka.
Fill glass with tomato juice.
Add dash of Tobasco sauce and a stalk of celery for stirrer.
Veggie Mary uses V8 instead of tomato juice.
Virgin Mary has no vodka.
Lemon or lime slice or wedge tucked onto the rim.
One jigger Brut Champagne.
Fill glass with orange juice.
Pineapple Mimosa has orange and pineapple juice.
Dash of Triple Sec and orange slice for Triple Mimosa.
Add a jigger (dribbled slowly down the inside rim of glass) of
All juices and hard drinks are fine by themselves, too.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
A hearfelt thank you to GruntDoc, who's riding for a Multiple Sclerosis fundraiser! A few years ago, my brother Jim rode on his own to raise money for MS research, too. He biked from the Florida keys to Boston. Apparently it cost him his job; found another shortly thereafter, though.
Okay, I know I don't, but every morning this is how I feel I look. Incidentally, if you haven't visited with Bonita yet, go here, and keep scrolling for humor, stunning photos and all sorts of eclectiscism. Is that a word?
Got your Americana Day-to-Day right here. Notable quote:
"I am going to try to donate every eight weeks so I can get one of those neato pins that declare “I Donated Ten Gallons!”
Tried that, too. But the MS brought an end to that. Red Cross policy, you know. I was stunned and hurt. After all, I had donated blood my entire adulthood, even hauling the kids with me when they were tiny. Did you know that kids raise your body temperature? Same as cuddling up with cats for warmth?
Speaking of cats, maybe we can get Peggy Kaye to post a photo of the infamous Betsy/Bossie/Butch/Inky???
Always the feline outlook on life at Sissy's. Nothing wrong with that. Why does everything lead to cats with me, you ask? You didn't ask, but it's because I have Big Ol' Bubba sitting on the table yowling at Husband RJ, and Needy DeeDee trying to get into my lap, and stepping on the keyboard to accomplish it. Patches is asleep on the mantle, slowly slipping off, left hind leg first. And that will bring HuggaMutt out from under the covers in the VeggieGirl's room!
Yes. Every day.
Friday, April 14, 2006
1. We always file at least a few days in advance. Just to avoid the crowds at the post office.
2.-3. Husband RJ is good with numbers and does ours himself on paper.
4. RJ starts in January, just to determine if there is a remote possibility of a refund. Gotta have the docs, though.
5. Oh, yeah. As a child of the 1960s, "boycott" was often on my lips. Now I call it "holding a grudge."
Happy weekend to you all.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
First kitty walk of the season. Successful, that is. Just warm enough in the sun, and a kitchen full of plumbers. You know, if money were no object, we'd buy the whole town and the pesky rugrats would never come inside. More photos here.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Well here's proof that I am not just paranoid. Well, okay. I am paranoid. But I am not, I repeat, not, a serious blogger. Note the spammy sort of comment that naturally appears first. An AD for a domain!
Blogger is not perfect, but it's where we got to have our first "say." And many do move up to their own private domain. But, what elitism! Blogging has gone to its own special dogs:
"So goodbye, Yellow Brick Road, Where the dogs of society howl..." (Elton John and Bernie Taupin)
I guess the best part of moving up is forgetting one's roots.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Incredibly generous with her art, Shelley moves about in a paradise of intense color and peaceful members of the animal kingdom. No wonder some people eat flowers; they are indeed inviting.
My Blogmother Sissy is miffed at someone. I won't even dignify them with a mention, let alone a link. We hates them forever!!!!
Peggy is suffering, and shares it with us, with her usual pearly wisdom. She doesn't want our sympathy, though, only our prayers. Fortunately, she's working to resolve it all, and offers us a treat. Bloggers can be so giving.
White Lightning Axiom is a site I visit more and more. Nothing quite like the little day to day. This is what America is to me.
Of course I'm jealous about this tiny note: "...the spring veggies are already coming up..." Braggart!
Finally, let me just weigh in on the immigration thing:
I know an excellent firm in New York that has handled immigration law for decades. My best buddy from college is a partner. I also worked in immigration law, for a very brief time. Just long enough to form the opinion that anyone who truly wishes to become a working, law-abiding American will find a way to become properly documented. Even if it is sometimes after the fact. Our immigration laws tend to be very generous to that sort of petitioner.
Darned plumber is already late.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
C'mon, guys. Don't make me send Ellie (The Nipper) HuggaMutt to motivate you....
Friday, April 07, 2006
But I have accrued quite a nice outfit. Long khaki pants, rich rosy top and floral light jacket. And don't forget the mango sandals. Which should please our friends at Criminal Grace.
1. Nearly every week of the year I wear some sort of mule. I wear them with half-socks.
2. For the non-shoe-lover, a slide is a mule. I also own some flip-flops, but not the rubbery kind.
3. No sandal-weather yet, but I've just purchased some lovely mango-colored ones for Easter.
4. I don't think anything less than formal dress is appropriate at the Presidential Palace. At least, for mature adults. Perhaps the girls felt that the cutting edge of fashion was formal enough for the occasion.
5. Apparently, I qualify as a "Quirky Shoe", but you, dear reader, must go to Criminal Grace for Five on Friday to learn your type.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Is this Zen? Hasidic wisdom? Or both? Welcome back David at Rishon Rishon. Love this kind of stuff!
Many thanks to Maria at Intueri! I personally did not sign up to walk this year. My health, my daughter's health, etc. We may still walk, just to support the others in Corning, NY, though.
And I can't tell if I've never noticed, or if this is brand new at Pearls and Dreams:
The tiny grain of sand may seem like an irritation,
but you never know when it will turn into a Precious Pearl,
and give birth to a lifetime of Dreams.
Pretty profound stuff, Peggy. Or should I say Pearly?