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Once in a Basketball Blue Moon

2012-02-12T14:39:00.000-08:00

It doesn't happen very often; but when it does, it is a cause for joyous celebration. Yes, my Cal Bears are at the top of the Pac 12 standings with a conference record of 10-3. Of course, there are still a few games to play before they successfully grab the title, so I am celebrating now just in case disaster strikes, as it has often done in the past. I am hoping and thinking good thoughts that the Bears will prevail.

I've always said that it's not easy being a Bears fan; the losses and disappointments have been many over the years. Once again, however, I am hanging in there, hopes raised to the max.

Go Bears!

My Mentor

2012-01-28T09:59:00.000-08:00

Sepia Saturday

Dorothy from Kansas. That's who she was. I mean, really. And she was one of the most important people in my life.

Though her actual name was Dorothy, everyone called her Kitten. Kitten Keith, a rather whimsical name for the woman who was to become a devoted elementary school teacher, school principal, and one of the most respected school administrators in Sonoma County. At the end of her illustrious career, she was addressed as Dr. Keith, a much more apt calling than Kitten for a woman of her many talents.

When I was a new teacher, she took me under her wing. As I developed my own teaching style, she encouraged me and became my friend and colleague. Eventually she became my principal, and the nurturing never stopped as the years progressed.

She died in 2002, my last year of teaching before I retired. Though I no longer need her professional advice, I miss my friend and all she gave to me. Like Dorothy from Kansas, she landed in my Oz at just the right time, bringing me lessons that would inspire me in my career and my life. I'll never forget her.

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Wordless Wednesday: A Furry Threesome

2012-01-25T07:38:00.000-08:00

Ruby, Winnie, and Cleo

Stormy Weather

2012-01-21T12:39:00.000-08:00

Taking the opportunity to enjoy the sun beaming through the living room window, the Lady Pugs are soaking up the rays before the next storm hits tomorrow. Rain, not my favorite climate type, is much needed due to our totally dry December. Yay to the rain!

Also yay to the disappearance of a very nasty pneumonia attack that kept me lounging on the couch, vigor departed, watching DVDs, reading, and eating Lean Cuisine. The antibiotics did their magic and, along with the welcome appearance of the winter downpour, my energy level has begun to soar.

My Favorite Pot

I am, therefore, embracing this lovely weather change and the return of good health to take the opportunity to do some comfort food creating in the kitchen. And what says comfort food better than pot roast? In my book, nothing! So, pot roast it is.

The Lady Pugs just may be allowed a bite...or two.

Pneumonia

2012-01-11T12:20:00.000-08:00

My Bedside Table

This wasn't the start I had planned for the new year. Oh well. It has made taking off the gained holiday weight very easy; I am glad I overindulged and enjoyed myself to the max. So, here I sit...following doctor's orders, reading, watching DVDs, and waiting for 2012 to take a positive turn. Soon.

To the New Year

2012-01-04T21:51:00.000-08:00

Theme Thursday - Change

It is up to me

To transform this newly budding year

Into a rich and glorious bloom

That will build memories

And bring happiness and fulfillment.

So, yes, this closed and seemingly unreceptive bud

Must wait until it has received the needed energy

To magnificently burst forth

Into fullness and beauty

So indicative of a time well lived.

Likewise, my spirit must fill the new year

With a positive and substantial force

That will nurture and sustain

All that is required for a year rich

In life's magic moments.

It's up to me.

Only I can make it happen.

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A Thought at the Year's End

2011-12-31T11:00:00.000-08:00

All Things Pass

by Lao-Tzu

All things pass

A sunrise does not last all morning

All things pass

A cloudburst does not last all day

All things pass

Nor a sunset all night

All things pass

What always changes?

Earth...sky...thunder

mountain...water...

wind...fire...lake

These change

And if these do not last

Do man's visions last?

Do man's illusions?

Take things as they come.

All things pass.

Jolly No More

2011-12-28T15:09:00.000-08:00

It's over for yet another year. The excitement and holiday frenzy is a thing of the past, which is not necessarily a bad thing. The Christmas lights are still merrily sparkling, both inside and out, while the Christmas tree, now stripped of its presents, still stands at attention begging to be noticed.

Chris with his new friend, Buzz Lightyear.

A comforting calm has taken over, as lives return to normal and sanity reappears after being AWOL for a week.

Christmas Eve

So, let's put the red and green back into the drawers and get ready to embrace the new year, with its tempting promise of a new beginning and fresh start, that is just around the corner.

Translation: my annual diet begins January 1.

It's a Wrap!

2011-12-18T14:56:00.000-08:00

I'm done! I'd say the annual wrapping of Christmas gifts took about 3 hours. I personally think the unwrapping is much more fun than the wrapping, but one has to precede the other. So, here is the end result of my labor of love.

After

And here is how it all began.

Before

Yards of ribbon and festive wrapping paper are, at last, gaily covering my holiday gifts, aiming to delight friends and family. It is quite a jolly collection: toys, video games, gift cards, books, DVDs, and new clothes...something for everybody. I'm so ready.

Now, to bake or not to bake? That is the question.

The Halls Are Decked...Almost

2011-12-12T21:10:00.000-08:00

The Luther Burbank Holiday Open House turned out to be both festive and well attended, a grand occasion for the community. Volunteers tastefully decorated the Burbank home in red and green, both inside and out, bringing holiday excitement to every nook and cranny.

Beauty was everywhere. Tour guides, dressed in vintage costumes and holiday attire, gave tours of the Burbank home to eager visitors. Even Burbank's well-used safe, once the holder of cash and seeds, took on a jolly aura.

The greenhouse, where I was a very busy cookie server, was filled with glorious poinsettia red, a vision to behold, though I think most people had their eyes on the cookies. I could hardly keep the trays filled.

I am now officially in a Christmas mood and able to put community celebrations on a back burner in order to concentrate on my own holiday . I have done all of the decorating and most of the shopping...whew...but the gift wrapping, the baking (what little I do), and the holiday cards are still not on my agenda. Maybe today?

Patience. Perseverance. It'll happen.

Making Merry

2011-12-06T21:24:00.000-08:00

We gathered in Luther Burbank's sunny greenhouse to create some holiday magic for the rapidly approaching Luther Burbank Home and Gardens Holiday Open House. The tables were filled with a sumptuous collection of jolly ornaments and holiday treasures just waiting to be hot-glued onto the many nude pine-coned evergreen wreaths begging for adornment

As we completed our masterpieces, they were merrily hung on a nearby railing to await transfer to the final display area where, hopefully, future visitors to the gardens would be reaching for their checkbooks to take home one of the glorious wreaths, a bargain at $35.00.

My Nutcracker Wreath

I made two wreaths in the allotted time. The first time around I didn't really know what I was doing but turned out a fairly presentable wreath with a toy theme. However, as I began my second wreath, I took my time. After spotting a very cute and lonely collection of miniature nutcrackers, I decided that they were mine, all mine. Onto the wreath they went. More pine cones and a festive holiday bow were added. Then...done...and ready for the potential buyers arriving the next day.

It was a fun experience; I'll do it again next year. As if the fun crafting wasn't enough, there were divine goodies lurking about just waiting to be sampled. And, of course, I did. Twice.

Being Thankful

2011-11-27T14:55:00.000-08:00

Another Thanksgiving has come and gone, and it was superb. I have so much to be thankful for: family, friends, and good health, among many other blessings. I celebrated with as much zest as I could muster, creating memories to be treasured. Enjoying grandson time, I played both freeze tag and indoor soccer without breaking any bones, always a positive. The day was actually pretty close to perfect.

Jane brought out the fine china and crystal as we feasted on turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, yams, green salad, and a scrumptiously juicy apple pie for dessert.

Glen Ellen, CA

As I drove back to Sonoma County the next day, Mother Nature provided a display of magnificent reds,oranges and yellows... and again at Dillon Beach on Saturday as she painting the evening sky with her expert brush. Breathtaking!

Almost as glorious as the sunset were the steaks we barbecued for yet another delectable meal. I'm not stepping on the scale for a few days!

Now, back home, I am enjoying the quiet yet savoring the recollections of this Thanksgiving. Yes, another good one...

May the Force Be With You

2011-11-18T21:24:00.000-08:00

Since spring is my favorite season, I like to bring a little of that season's glory into my home during the much darker days of late fall and winter.

Step 1

With that in mind, I visit my favorite nursery and plunk out some cash for a handful of paper whites. Once home, I gingerly arrange them in a very tall vase (with about 2 inches of water and pebbles in the bottom) which I then place in a sunny spot to initiate the forcing process. The roots begin to appear almost immediately.

Step 2

And voila! In a couple of weeks, I see spring holding court in my living room. The aroma is delightful, filling the room with a delicately soft sweetness.

Step 3

So, bring on the wind, frost, and rain. I am busy making my own private spring. See, you really can fool Mother Nature!

Imagine

2011-11-11T16:43:00.000-08:00

Lt. William Horn

On this Veterans Day I cannot help but reflect on my dad's service to our country during World War II. We never spoke about it; I never asked any questions. Now it is too late. He's gone.

My thoughts go, as well, to all veterans who have served over the years, often thanklessly, and to those who are serving today. I am grateful for their sacrifices and wish that war didn't exist.

Imagine.

B-17 Flying Fortress
My Dad's Plane

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A Comfort Food Moment

2011-11-07T13:51:00.000-08:00

The calendar has been telling me for quite some time that summer has taken a hike, but Mother Nature has still been in a summery mood, so much so that I~ being a lover of fresh air~ have been able to have the sliding doors and some windows open in the early evening.

Cleo

Winnie

Those days are over. Now the furnace is back in business, sandals are no longer on my feet, I'm dressing in several layers, and the pug ladies are all decked out in their woolly sweaters.So, what does that mean? Mac 'n' cheese, of course! I made my first batch yesterday, and it did not disappoint.

I am reminded of how much I enjoy the changing of the seasons and the trappings that go with each one. So, I am loving the falling leaves, the crisp air that makes the tip of my nose go numb, and the stick-to-my-ribs comfort food: heavy stews, tomato soup with grilled cheese sandwiches, and...mac 'n' cheese.

Forever Festive

2011-10-30T16:04:00.000-07:00

The day before Halloween has always been filled with excitement as final touches are made on costumes and goodie bags are readied to be passed out to the neighborhood children. The scene is much different these days since those giggling young ones have now moved away and have wee trick-or-treaters of their own. The neighborhood is quiet and serene, unaware that in other areas of town, door bells are ringing like mad as costumed children scurry from house to house hoping to stuff their paper bags with candy.

This, however, does not deter me from celebrating. I still decorate inside and out: pumpkins on the porch, spooky wreathes on doors, lit pumpkins in the foyer, and my jack-o-lantern pail, perhaps my favorite Halloween treasure, outside on the picnic table. Even the kitchen has its own jolly pumpkin.

Sweets, always a temptation for me, find their way into my cupboards. Of course! True, there are no trick-or-treaters to prepare for, but I do put together and deliver goodie bags to the handful of family youngsters still here in town. I have to buy the treats at the last minute because, due to a tremendous lack of will power on my part, the treats seem to, um, vanish.

For example, last night, just knowing that there were Tootsie Pops lurking in the kitchen, was more than I could stand; I ate four. Not too bad. Today I hit the cookies. I ate three. Again, not too bad. I mean, I didn't eat them ALL.

Now the treat bags are filled with their sweets and tied with orange raffia, ready for delivery on Halloween...tomorrow.

That means that I am alone with all these sugary delights for the entire evening.

Uh-oh.

Confession of a Prospective Hoarder

2011-10-20T14:47:00.000-07:00

My name is Janice, and I am a collectaholic. As if I didn't have enough collections already happening in my life, I have begun yet another: Schilling spice tins. I recently passed the word as my birthday approached, and I was lucky enough to get an impressive start on this lastest passion. How they perk up my tired kitchen!

In the Mood

2011-10-04T22:41:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm trying to be... in the mood, that is. The pumpkin pie scented candle that I received for my birthday has been lit for the first time and is smelling like I have a wonderful treat baking in the oven. I am still feeling somewhat cheated by the lack of summer; but the dark clouds, heavy rain, and threats of thunder have forced me to forget about the summer that didn't really happen. So, facing reality, I have brought in all the outdoor cushions, covered the deck umbrella, put a new filter in the furnace, and unclogged the storm drains.

The saddest task, however, has been picking all the unripened tomatoes...now covered with rain and not seeing red any time soon. There they sit on the kitchen counter in a forlornly green group, wishing that they could have had the opportunity to ripen blissfully on the vine as in years past.

Oh well, it is what it is! And the coming of autumn, even without the glorious warmth of a summer to remember, is a time of great joy. I love the colors: rich golds, sunny oranges, and brilliant reds. It is indeed a time to celebrate.

So I am getting with the spirit of the season. A pumpkin collection decorates the front porch; and Beulah Witch, my annual bosom buddy, is hanging merrily on my front door to herald autumn's arrival. Yep, I'm in the mood. Sweaters. Soup. Stew. Yes.

Maybe there will be a summer in 2012.

Ready For Her Close-up, Mr. DeMille

2011-09-25T06:39:00.000-07:00

I love to cook, and I especially love to cook without opening any of my ~~shitload~~ vast array of cookbooks. Sometimes I just get the urge to forget Martha Stewart et al and go for it in hopes that inspiration will be the name of the game; and today's attempt at innovation will be...ta dah!...a rustic marinara sauce.

It all begins with a going-soft collection of grape and cherry tomatoes that really need to be used and my urgent craving for a hit of pasta. Though I was aiming for 2 cup's worth of these colorful beauties, I didn't quite make it, but I am close.

The next dilemma is to determine what ingredients I have on hand to turn my tomato medley into a little piece of heaven. So, out to the garden I go to gather delicious smelling Italian parsley, basil, thyme and oregano. Olive oil, chicken stock, tomato paste, and a ton (note the technical term) of garlic next appear on the counter.

And here's where the fun begins: just throwing stuff (another technical term) into the pan, beginning with the olive oil and garlic, all added using the eye-ball method. After a short cook for the garlic, in go the tomatoes and, a bit later, the chicken stock. Reduction is now the name of this game, stirring and smashing tomatoes, as I watch the once round tomatoes break down into juice, skin, seeds and pulp. At this point salt, lots of it, joins the mixture.

My next task is to play with the consistency and taste of my developing creation, adding a little more of this and a pinch of that until it looks like the picture in my mind and tastes like I have imagined it might. All that is left is to cook/drain the pasta and put it all together in one big, glorious heap. Add a little garnish, and she's ready for her close-up, Mr. DeMille.

Yes, a winner! Please pass the Parmigiano-Reggiano and get the garlic bread out of the oven. Works for me...

Another Year Bites the Dust

2011-09-21T16:02:00.000-07:00

The birthday hurly-burly is no more, and serenity has once again taken its rightful place in my life. The overabundance of fun and food is a thing of the past for this year, and I enjoyed every minute of it. However, I am not going to step on the scale for a few days.

Age is strictly a case of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

~Jack Benny~

And I don't mind at all.

Bye-Bye, Love!

2011-09-10T11:47:00.000-07:00

Mother Nature's summer sun gold bounty was quite wonderful this year, but I fear the end approaches. Today, as I ventured out into the garden, I knew this would be my final gathering of these luscious cherry tomatoes that I have been enjoying all summer.

The lettuce was delicious, the cucumbers were plentiful, the early girl tomatoes were delightful; but it was the sun golds that, once again, knocked my socks off. Because they are so sweet and flavorful, I find that much of my harvest is eaten before I even get them into my kitchen. Now the leaves of the forlorn plant are withered and brown; and, though a few desperate hangers-on are still trying to ripen, this is just about the end of the line.

So, thank you and farewell. Until next year...

Wordless Wednesday:A Tomato Soup Yum Fest

2011-09-07T07:40:00.000-07:00

Farm Fresh

2011-09-04T15:05:00.000-07:00

The local farm market never disappoints me, and I am always delighted with the produce that I bring home, mostly because there is so much more flavor happening in whatever I select to put into my trusty market basket.

The nectarines called to me...

As did the string beans...

But it was the carrots that really caught my eye this time, and into my basket they jumped. Once home, I didn't do anything fancy with them: I just gave them a good wash, sliced them up into bite-sized pieces, and blanched them just a wee bit so that their crispiness remained. The final step was a quick toss with a favorite vinaigrette and a sprinkle of fresh herbs on top.

Mmmm...delish!

Summer Antique Fair

2011-08-28T22:58:00.000-07:00

There were so many tempting treats in Healdsburg this weekend, and I walked away empty handed. What? That is not like me!

Fun. Colorful. But no.

Yes on this cutie! But where would I put him?

Wonderful old pieces.

Hmmm.

I almost had my wallet out.

Alas, the only item I saw that I really wanted was a small spice tin....for $35. Ouch. I don't think so. Oh, and there was the amethyst ring for $965. Right. Luckily, I don't go to antique fairs to buy; I go to look, and there was a lot to see.

The sole expense of the day was the spicy chicken hot dog, with crispy fries, that I happily devoured for lunch...the best deal I could find.

Those Dog Days

2011-08-18T14:00:00.000-07:00

Tired Sunflower

The so-called dog days of summer are upon us. Sultry weather is usually a symptom of these August days, but that is certainly not the case this year.

Ripening Pears

Comfortable and mild temperatures prevail, though the signs of a fading summer are clearly evident.

The Last of the Summer Greens

I love the seasonal changes. I am not eager to say farewell to summer though I know full well that soon there will be pumpkins lazing on the front porch in all their orange glory. When that happens, I'll be ready.

Just not yet.

Monday in the Park with Peter

2011-08-06T13:03:00.000-07:00

Lugging all our painting paraphernalia, we found a lovely spot in Sebastopol's Ragle Ranch Park for yet another attempt at creating a pleasing artistic offering. The morning sun cast its warming rays on the area causing interesting shadows to compliment the majestic oaks, the subjects of our work.

So peaceful.

Tea for Eighty

2011-07-29T16:15:00.000-07:00

As part of my volunteer duties at the Luther Burbank Home and Gardens, I donned my apron became a server at the annual fundraiser tea. The weather was perfect, and the gardens looked lovely, an ideal setting for an elegant tea.

Every detail was attended to. The eight tables, each with a different decor, were set with fine china, silver and crystal. The beautifully prepared food was an invitation to forget counting calories for the afternoon and succumb to sweet temptation.

As the guests arrived, dressed to the nines, I had a good time gawking at the elaborate hats and smiling to myself as some ladies teeter-tottered trying to navigate the soft lawn in spike heels. Their fancy outfits perfectly complimented the formality of the elaborately decorated tables. Even the teapots were exquisite!

Service began with a first course of fresh fruit, scones, and lemon curd. That was followed by tea sandwiches and mini quiches served from triple-tiered trays. Finally the sweets made a welcome appearance and were gobbled up by eager patrons.

It was a hugely successful fund raiser, and I was happy to be a part of it. Also, I was delighted to take home some left-over sandwiches and scones, which more than made up for my tired feet and aching calves.

Savoring Sonoma County

2011-07-23T13:42:00.000-07:00

Petaluma's Garden Valley Nursery provides an eye feast of blooms of every color, and it is only 30 minutes from my house. I am amazed that this is my first visit to this delightful 5 acre plant potpourri.

Since I have grown up in this area, I am always amazed when I find a gorgeous spot or fantastic restaurant that has been around for years. Such is the case with this charming nursery, the scene over the years of many a wedding.

We prowled the grounds enjoying the many plant varieties and ended our visit with the attractive gift shop where, I am happy to say, my wallet stayed in my purse.

I'm adding this one to my list of Sonoma County treasures.

An Accident Waiting to Happen

2011-07-08T12:35:00.000-07:00

For the 32 years I have lived in this house, the fire hydrant directly behind my driveway has practically had a target painted on its front. It was only a matter of time until someone, hopefully not me, would make a direct hit. That day finally came.

Joanne, a visiting friend, nailed the unsuspecting fire hydrant as she backed out of my driveway. The explosion was immediate and intensely powerful causing neighbors to spill from their homes to watch the unfolding spectacle.

Help arrived.

And more help, as the crowd got bigger. Cameras appeared. Two men decked out in rubber boots, seemingly prepared for a minor flood, arrived adding a touch of the bizarre to the scene.

Since it wasn't a dangerous situation, only an inconvenient accident, jolly spirits prevailed and a theatrically inclined cop pretended to cuff Joanne as she pleaded for mercy.

With the arrival of the water department, a city worker shut off the neighborhood geyser, now named New Faithful, and people began to shuffle off to their respective homes.

Peace returned to the neighborhood; the quiet Saturday afternoon resumed.

And the battered fire hydrant, after being the center of attention for a short while, was once again relegated to obscurity, out of commission and lying forlornly on its side.

Skool Daze

2011-06-28T11:58:00.000-07:00

How can it have been 50 years since I graduated from high school? That was the question bouncing around in my head when I received the invitation to attend my 50th reunion. Having been absent by choice from most of the reunions over the years, I decided that this event was a must, and so I sent in my $$$ to reserve a spot for myself.

As the day of the party approached, I began to get apprehensive. Going to functions by myself is not something I relish, but I decided to just get over it. And I did. However, thank goodness for the standard reunion name tags strategically pinned in place to assist in recognizing classmates unseen in fifty years.

With Di

With Kathy and Mary Jo

The best part of the experience was that a few old friendships were renewed. I now have in my possession emails of pals that I am eager to see again in the near future. Most surprising was that, at last, the high school cliques seem to have vanished. They were very much alive at the last reunion I attended in the 80s. This time we really were one happy group with people mixing freely. Of course, that does get easier as the numbers of attendees decline; from a class of 400 there were only 65 of us in attendance, 113 if you count husbands/wives.

All in all it was a good time. I would do it again.

Up, Up, and Away

2011-06-19T07:44:00.000-07:00

As I placed my well-used luggage in the driveway this morning for pick-up by charity, I plucked this worn tag off the handle of the largest suitcase and felt a few pangs of nostalgia remembering those long ago days of airports, jets, baggage, and adventure. Yes, I have morphed from tourist and ~~stewardess~~ flight attendant into this contented homebody with scrapbook pages filled with jaunts to far away places.

I didn't last long as an employee of Pan Am, only a little over a year. Marriage beckoned. However, I did manage to cram a lot of travel, on the job and off, into those few months. Though I spent much of my time flying the Pacific en route to Vietnam, the bane of a junior employee with no bid line power, I did manage to scrounge up some magnificent trips.

Rome

Jakarta

Egypt with Mom

Now the view is quite different, as I relax on my deck with a good book in hand.

Z-z-z-z-z.

Do I miss those days? No. I don't even have a current passport anymore. But I do have the memories of the night lights of Tokyo, the beauty of the Eiffel Tower, the art of Florence, the picturesque canals of Venice, the changing of the guard in London, the stunning harbour of Sydney, all beautifully captured in the pages of my scrapbooks... along with many other glorious sights of those travel times.

So wonderful. But I will never like camels.

Wordless Wednesday: Walkin' the Dogs

2011-06-15T07:12:00.000-07:00

Winnie

Cleo

Volunteer Tales

2011-06-09T14:58:00.000-07:00

The View from my Desk

My days as a volunteer have officially begun. It's not that I needed more to do; it's that I felt like branching out now that -being retired- I have time to do exactly what I want to do. So, I signed up to work at the Luther Burbank Home and Gardens gift shop, passed the interview, completed the training, and survived my first day as greeter, tour organizer, and sales person of the store merchandise.

Scarlet Poppy

I was slightly nervous about operating the computer. It, of course, is v-e-r-y smart...even tells me how much change to give to the customer, but it is quite a complex machine, having multiple steps to opening and closing. Being a computer, I have to do everything exactly right or it doesn't do what it is supposed to do. However, the store traffic was light those first few days so I was able to successfully bumble through without causing any disasters.

The Back of the Burbank Home

Starting to get the hang of it and feeling moderately confident, I reported to duty a few days ago. As I approached the shop, I noted that there were many more people in the garden than usual and wondered why. It turned out there was a Master Gardener convention in town at the Hyatt, just a few blocks from the Burbank Gardens. Oh, my. I was swamped from the minute the doors opened and found myself dealing with multiple firsts: credit cards that were refused, merchandise that was nowhere to be found on the computer, running out of one dollar bills and quarters, and so on.

I survived.

The day was a fluke. Or, at least, I hope that is the case .

Wordless Wednesday: Saturday in the Park with Wheels

2011-06-01T06:59:00.000-07:00

Jane and her Little Men

The Teal Sisters

2011-05-21T07:44:00.000-07:00

Sepia Saturday

Ella, Ivy, Maude, and Myrtle

Ah, the Teal girls: my great aunts and grandmother. If I met Ivy and Myrtle once upon a time, I have no memory of those get-togethers, so either our encounters were quite forgettable, not very often, or both.

It is quite a different story with Great Aunt Ella, as I have fond reminiscences of fun times together in San Francisco where shopping and lunch were high on the agenda. Since this was the 50s, we "dressed." I'm talking gloves and hats, something unheard of in today's San Francisco scene where jeans and sandals rule the day. I was skinny and bow-legged, not yet in my teens; I must have looked silly in gloves and a hat. But that was the custom when visiting The City.

Quite different, as well, are my memories of Grandmother Maude. There are none, only stories told to me by my mom. I never knew Grandma as she died shortly after my mother was born, leaving Mom and Grandpa alone until a not so wonderful step mother, whom I vaguely remember as having huge horse-like front teeth that fascinated me, appeared on the scene and became a strong influence in Mom's upbringing, a childhood characterized by a lack of maternal warmth.

Yet my mother turned into a wonderful person, so there must have been something positive happening. Maybe it was Grandpa's influence.

How I wish I could have known her.

Check out the gang at Sepia Saturday...HERE.

I Quit!

2011-05-14T20:44:00.000-07:00

We are done...the gym and I. This last membership fee increase pushed me over the edge. Granted it was a small amount when you look at the % of the gain, but where does it stop?

I am on my own after all these years, and I confess that I am not that disciplined a person when it comes to working out; but I know what I need to do and I will be going for it.

So I begin, and I'm off,
looking forward to creating an exercise program that works for me...like I did in the days before I joined a gym. When I actually ran. And tap danced. And...

Timber!

2011-05-07T15:12:00.000-07:00

Poor Unhealthy Doug

Thanking my income tax refund, I finally took the big step and said goodby to my long ailing Douglas Fir. I've been watching Doug slowly wither and, after this winter's stormy down-pours which caused many neighborhood trees to crash to the ground, I knew it was time to act.

Before

The tree people arrived at 8 a.m. and didn't finish until almost 3. I was amazed at their efficiency and coordination. Not only did they have to take down this monster of a tree, they had to direct traffic, split the wood into log size pieces, haul it away, and clean up the gigantic mess left all over the street and my property.

After

The last truck rolled away at around 2. I was exhausted just watching the operation which involved, in varying shifts performing different tasks, eight men. They all worked hard, but the poor guy who had to shimmy up my ailing Doug, power saw madly swinging from his leather belt, had the worst job. I hope he got paid extra.

So that's over. I did my best to make the unattractive remains of my once towering, majestic fir blend into the yard by placing a few pottery frogs atop the lonely stump. Soon the ivy will cleverly hide this sawdust covered, stomped on portion of my front yard and Doug will be just a memory.

Oh. The house painters arrive at seven tomorrow morning.

Eastering at Clear Lake

2011-04-24T17:01:00.000-07:00

Waiting Easter Baskets

Those April showers threatened this year's Easter Hunt, but clear skies and good spirits prevailed with everyone having a wonderful holiday. Sue's color coded baskets were lined up in anticipation of the arrival of the Easter Bunny.

Filled to the Brim

The color coding is simple but brilliant: Each hunter picks up only the goodies that are tagged with a ribbon the same color as his or her Easter basket. No fights. No tears.

Kasper

And the kids actually help each other by yelling to a sibling, "Here's one for you." This procedure is getting more complicated as the years go by; we now have a total of eight hunters, the youngest this year being Kasper, celebrating his first Easter.

The hunt was, of course, the main event; but many other activities were on the agenda for the afternoon.

Hot Tubbing

Fishing

Laughs

Canine Romping

Story Time

Just Plain Old Fun

And Silliness. Some things never change. How many times have my brother and I struck this pose over the years! He still thinks I don't know what he is doing behind my back.

Another year, another Easter jam-packed with fun, family and good food. It would have been perfect if Jane and Fam had been there too, but it seems there are just too many of us these days to fit into one normal sized home.

It all began with my brother and me...and now there are eleven grandchildren on the family scene. Amazingly wonderful.

Wordless Wednesday: Bumper Sticker

2011-04-13T14:44:00.000-07:00

Home Improvement

2011-04-09T13:41:00.000-07:00

It's always something around my house. I just get one project completed when another one rears its ugly head. This latest make-over was my disgusting laundry room sink which has made me cringe in passing every wash day.

The improvement speaks for itself! The question is what took me so long? After all, thirty years is quite a stretch to be annoyed by an eyesore I visited every laundry day. Truth be told, I have to be sufficiently irritated by household ugliness in order to act, and there have been so many other projects on my plate. I finally reached my limit a few weeks ago.

And here is the result. I gaze with approval at the shiny sink and new cabinet every time I pass by, mentally patting myself on the back.

However, I still hate to do the laundry. C'est la vie.

No Room at the Inn

2011-03-31T13:51:00.000-07:00

Mr. and Mrs. Titmouse have been oh, so busy the past few weeks weathering the wind and the rain in preparation for the arrival of their new family. Watching this nest building marathon from my kitchen window has been more entertaining than Dancing With the Stars and American Idol all rolled into one.

Since I have not seen too much activity lately, I suspect the nest-sitting is now taking place. I await signs of hatching.

Mirror, Mirror

2011-03-18T11:25:00.000-07:00

I've lost...well, my youth. Not that I am just noticing; this has been going on for quite a while. However, I am often surprised when I look in the mirror and see this person that I have become. The hair is gray. Wrinkles have deepened and multiplied. Glasses are essential. On and on. There is an unconscious part of me that still expects to see my thirtyish self in that truth-telling reflection, but the fact is that I am changing day by day into this new me. It's not bad; it just gives me a weird feeling in my gut that can almost take my breath away.

That's the outside...what everyone else can see and that I notice in others of my age group, but there is no mirror to my inside. Changes are ripening there as well. I've moved to a new-found appreciation of life and developed a mellowness that is expanding internally as the gray hairs multiply on my head. There is a richness and contentment to my life now that I was too busy to develop when I was fretting about my responsibilities and hectic schedule.

Now. It's a good place. But I don't look in the mirror as much as I once did.

Major Yum

2011-03-13T16:56:00.000-07:00

A big thank you to Tess at Willow Manor for this absolutely marvelous recipe. Not only is it quick and easy, it is extremely tasty as well.

Cut two sheets of thawed frozen puff pastry (1-17 oz. pkg) to form 4 rectangles. Top half of each with 1 1/2 cup chicken, 1/2 cup frozen peas, and 1 1/2 cup gruyere. Seal the pastries and brush the tops with a beaten egg. Bake at 400 degrees until golden, about 20 minutes. Serve with Dijon mustard.

Serves 4...or 2, if you have my appetite.

I love that it looks so complicated; the secret to that, of course, is the prepared puff pastry. I ate all four all by my lonesome*, but next time I will prepare these little cuties for guests.

*two sittings. I wasn't a total pig.

Speaking Volumes

2011-03-04T11:18:00.000-08:00

Theme Thursdays - Books

Books

My late night companions

Propelling me on many a journey

Into worlds so far away

With adventures
Beyond my mundane realm.

These dear and dependable friends

Experts at the art of escape

Work their magic

To enrich the daily patterns

Of a comfortable and tidy life.

janice 2011

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Eat Your Heart Out, Martha Stewart!

2011-02-28T15:08:00.000-08:00

All it took was a short jaunt to Guerneville. At the end of the path were good friends, a cozy fire, a vodka martini with extra olives, and a fabulous dinner of the most tantalizing comfort food.

The table looked magazine-worthy with sunny daffodils at its center, reminding us that spring is soon to arrive to chase the cold away. Wonderful.

Green, Green

2011-02-11T11:59:00.000-08:00

Still attempting to make the holiday weight gain ride into the sunset, I am going greener in the kitchen. I miss the pasta. I miss the rice. I miss the bread. But it is time to get serious since March is approaching.

A little olive oil with a tad of salt and pepper makes these healthy green treats, after baking, quite a delectable side dish. Adding a conservative serving of panko coated boneless chicken as the main course makes for a yummy and modestly caloric dinner.

It's working... though it always amazes me how quickly a few pounds go on and how slooooowly they come off.

Wordless Wednesday: Pretty in Pink

2011-02-09T08:01:00.000-08:00

A Pizza Moment

2011-02-06T14:42:00.000-08:00

I seem to be unable to write about anything but food lately. So be it. Eating well is one of my great loves after all. Apparently I have passed this passion onto my daughter, who has turned into a very accomplished cook. As she made pizza dough from scratch, I watched with great interest while she created a culinary masterpiece.

It was so fabulous! And I had seconds.

Munch Monday

2011-01-31T15:16:00.000-08:00

As I watched the lunch time arrival of the brightly colored food trucks, I eagerly visited each one, inspecting the menu, to see what delicious dish caught my eye and appealed to my palate. The pesto pasta, the Greek salad, and the New York hot dog all called to me; but it was the pulled pork soft taco that made me grab for my wallet.

Waiting in line with the multitude of hungry patrons required patience, not my strong suit when my stomach is feeling empty and my mouth is watering.

So worth the wait! I was not disappointed when I took my first bite. The combination of rice, beans, peppers, pork, fresh squeezed lime and a very tasty cheese-based sauce really hit the spot.

This was my first visit to Munch Monday, a regular event in downtown Santa Rosa, and it will not be my last. I'm thinking pesto pasta for my next food truck experience. Maybe next Monday?

A Sunny Sonoma Sunday

2011-01-23T16:21:00.000-08:00

With the disappearance of the rain and the subsequent return of the delicious warmth of the 60s, we hit the road for a jaunt through the picturesque Sonoma Valley and the dream of a yummy al fresco lunch in Sonoma.

Our first stop, one of our favorites, was The Girl and the Fig. In spite of its very odd name, it is a wonderful French restaurant right on the town square and even has its own delightful cookbook on the market.

The menu, as appealing as always, looked fabulous so in we trotted only to be told there was a two hour wait. Ouch.

Our next stop was the Swiss Hotel and our mission was accomplished: outside dining on the back patio.

Baby Spinach Salad

And look what appeared in front of me!

What a great way to spend a sunny Sunday: good friends and good food.

Wordless Wednesday: Sweater Season

2011-01-19T07:45:00.000-08:00

WINNIE

Changing My Tune

2011-01-11T14:20:00.000-08:00

I have always maintained that my life is an on-going process; I am continually seeking new paths because I don't see myself as ever being finished to perfection...or even close. I am like an old house: As one problem is repaired, another demands attention. You know how it goes...painting the kitchen makes the cabinets look worn and weary. It's always something.

I've made my "evolutions" (not resolutions) for 2011, but a simple quote I came upon quite by accident a few days ago has made me realize that I need to do more than just work on my insides and the words that come out of my mouth.

Be the change you want to see in the world.

Mahatma Gandhi

Action. That's what is missing. I am going to concentrate on two areas, for a start.

1. It's time I put my money where my mouth is. I am going to be politically active and donate to/actively support causes in which I believe. Enough of the just complaining.

2. I am going to give back to my community and volunteer. In fact, I have already taken the first steps. What took me so long?

More baby steps...

janice

2011

Written for Magpie Tales

Adios Christmas, Hello Gym!

2011-01-04T15:18:00.000-08:00

The lights are down and the ornaments safely stored in the back room commonly known as the junk room, the place where seasonal and occasionally used possessions reside in disarray waiting to once again be noticed. I spent most of the morning returning the holiday house into its old, unfestive self. As much as I love all the cheery trappings of this time of year, I welcome the return to normalcy, as boring as it can often be.

Leaving the Christmas and New Year jolliness behind, I now must also deal with the aftermath of all the goodies I so gleefully stuffed into my eager mouth as I celebrated to beat the band. Peanut brittle, fudge, eggnog, a cookie potpourri of all shapes and sizes, apple crisp with vanilla ice cream atop. Yes, they all passed through my enthusiastic lips. We're talking 5 pounds, the same 5 pounds I put on every December and take off every January. Here we go again, but it is OK because I knew what I was doing and it was worth it. Besides, hard work though it is, I know how to make it all disappear.

So. The merry red and green of the once illuminated candles are banished to the dark obscurity of the junk room, and December's delectable and caloric goodies are kicked out of the cupboards, nowhere to be found.

And that's the way it is: January, 2011.

Let's Take It From the Top

2011-01-01T22:54:00.000-08:00

Hopes begin to dawn

As 2010 says adieu

And a new year

Cautiously peeks around the corner

Promising nothing

But possibilities

Of what is yet to come.

janice

2011

To Resolve or Not To Resolve

2010-12-28T20:51:00.000-08:00

New Year's resolutions, for me, tend to be a waste of time...mostly because they are the same every year (exercise, lose weight, ho-hum...) and they are never fully kept. However, I am in the mood for a small change which I am not even going to call a resolution. So, no to resolve...and yes to evolve.

This 2011 evolution will consist of baby steps in the direction of bringing more openness into my daily life by:
1. saying what is on my mind rather than stifling myself
2. asking more questions, even unpopular ones
3. not worrying so much about what people think about me
4. relaxing my fear of conflict
5. developing a thicker skin

At the same time I want to retain my sensitivity to others' feelings and to be a kind person; I have no intention of morphing myself into a friendless know-it-all boor. I just think that a little more openness would be beneficial and help me enrich relationships with friends and family.

Baby steps...

Wordless Wednesday: That's a Wrap!

2010-12-22T07:37:00.000-08:00

Who's Counting?

2010-12-15T14:15:00.000-08:00

Just add brandy!

Calories, that is. Well, I suppose I ought to be, but I am not. It is my favorite time of the year for indulging my palate, starting with the annual egg nog purchase which happened yesterday. My sweet tooth is oh, so happy to have this old friend in the fridge.

Of course, that is only the tip of the iceberg. Continuing on with my sugar fest, I find myself in a baking mood, a very rare occurrence. Having already created delicious cranberry walnut shortbread cookies, I got out my well-loved recipe for peanut butter cookies, always a favorite. My intention in baking them was
to gift all of them away; I made 4 dozen but ate one dozen of them, including licking bowls, spoons and beaters. Oops.

I am well on my way to overindulgence but am trying to adhere to my moderation policy:

Everything in moderation,

Even moderation.

It is an effective mantra to carry around in my head but works better when there aren't so many holiday temptations in my path. So, calorie counting is not on my agenda. Fun is! I'll deal with it in 2011. As usual.

Wordless Wednesday: Decking the Halls

2010-12-08T08:13:00.000-08:00

Let the Craziness Begin

2010-12-01T13:29:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving is behind us, and it was a happy one with lots of good food and fun...though the celebrating, which went on for several days, has left me wondering what is wrong with my bathroom scale; it is weighing me 3 pounds heavier. It must be broken.

The memories of a fun time at my daughter's home and, the weekend after Thanksgiving, with friends at Dillon Beach keep running through my mind for a repeat performance of holiday pleasures. However, now that December 1 has said hello, my thoughts are turning to other matters.

Away with all the turkeys and pumpkins! It is time to start thinking in a red and green mode, so today I attacked the storage room and rummaged through assorted boxes deciding what comes out to deck the halls and what stays sadly behind.

Yes, the madness starts here and now. Am I ready for it?

On Winning

2010-11-24T08:24:00.000-08:00

How important is it?

The B instead of the A

The silver instead of the gold.

It seems to be

The father's desire

To vicariously live through his child

And push her

To achieve what he could not

In order compete and grasp

That golden happiness ring

That is actually just a mirage.

janice

2010

Written for Magpie Tales...

The Case of the Hesitating Chef

2010-11-21T15:55:00.000-08:00

I am a reluctant baker, mostly because it is important to be exact with measurements when baking, and I am a cook who enjoys just eyeballing my ingredients. However, Kary at My Farmhouse Kitchen recently posted a recipe for cranberry walnut shortbread cookies that appeared to be festive and, most important, so simple that I thought that I could put up with the rarely used measuring cups and spoons. I am so glad I did!

They turned out fabulously, just as delicious as Kary said they would . Her blog included a photograph of her beautifully finished cookies, showing evenly colored and perfectly round spheres while mine, typical of an uncertain baker, have uneven edges and spots that are a little on the ~~burned~~ darkish side. But the taste...oh,so divine! This recipe is a keeper.

Cleo and Winnie hung around the kitchen while the cookie creation was happening, hoping that a morsel or two might fall their way. Since I am not the neatest of cooks, they lucked out. Who knew pugs liked cranberries!

The cats, on the other hand, snoozed through the entire culinary process, content to wait for their dinner and correctly trusting that I will keep them supplied with their favorite treat: green grass, for all year-round munching, growing in a clay pot inside the house. The latest batch, just now sprouting outside, will shortly replace the half-eaten one now being enjoyed. Yes, I have spoiled animals!

When will I bake again? Well, probably very soon...and this same recipe will be my target. Since I have already eaten 5 of these marvelous cookies, there is no way there will be even a crumb left to take to Thanksgiving dinner, still four days away.

Wow. Baking twice in one week: That might be a record for me.

Almost Eleven

2010-11-17T09:58:00.000-08:00

Beginning the annual ebb

Ten begins to fade

And eleven creeps nearer

Promising future gifts

Of joy, fun, laughter

And the occasional surprise.

Yes...

Looking to eleven

Saying farewell to ten

Is like saying good-by to an old friend

While ready to embrace change

And the ever evolving adventure of life.

janice
2010

Written for Magpie Tales

A Jello Hello

2010-11-12T21:31:00.000-08:00

Alex

Snack is well in progress

And jello being enjoyed

Sticky hands prevail

As Grandma comes to visit.

Arms about her waist

In an Alex-python hug

To give a merry greeting

As Grandma comes to visit.

Lots of joyful laughter

While smiles are on parade

Guess who's happily wearing jello

As Grandma comes to visit.

janice

2010

The Good, the Bad, and the Bargain

2010-11-08T09:39:00.000-08:00

Feeling a bit like a vulture on the prowl, I visited a local estate sale in search of...who knows what. Just looking. That's what I told myself. This particular sale was held in a shabby woebegone barn located waaaaay up a twisty dirt road in the depths of Forestville.

After parking the car, I ambled toward the poor old barn's entrance thinking, as I spied baskets and boxes galore of junk yard items, that I was wasting my time. However, that was not the case as I found my way through the introductory trash maze and entered into a wonderland of forgotten once-loved treasures with bargain price tags .

I left the sale with a few choice collectibles, my favorite being a cheery tomato salt and pepper pair that called my name pleading, "Take me with you." And so I did. The vulture guilt faded, especially when I arrived home and placed my fabulous find on the kitchen counter where they lit up the room like Christmas tree lights. They make me smile.

Just Wondering

2010-11-05T20:01:00.000-07:00

1. Why do some people whisper certain words in conversation as if saying them fully aloud would be too awful? Example: There are so many (sotto voce) Mexicans in that store. Or I didn't know he was (here comes the sotto voce) gay. These types of statements are usually accompanied by appropriate body language: a hand cupped around the mouth and head turned abruptly to the side to engulf the listener as the apparently distasteful word is uttered.

2. Why, when someone makes one of those whisper comments in my presence, do I just let it go? OK. I know the answer to this one: Hating confrontation, I have to be really pissed off before I launch into an attack mode.

3. Why do so many politicians love to say "with all due respect" before delivering a scathing zinger?

4. Why are people paying big bucks for jeans with faded spots, wrinkles, and rips?

5. Following the example of draft card burners of the 60s, why don't Tea Party seniors "put their money where their mouths are" and burn their Medicare cards? It's not quite the same, I know, because $$$ is involved in the latter situation; but why not be consistent in word and practice? Hello, hypocrisy?

Maybe it's just me.
I'm done.
For now.

Trick or Treat

2010-10-31T06:10:00.000-07:00

Pumpkins lit and eager

In all their orange splendor

Await the happy throngs

Of little ghosts and goblins.

Brown bags in hand

Youngsters scour the neighborhood

And follow the porch lights

Hoping for goodies galore.

As the sun rises on the next day
Exhausted and dragging students
Sluggishly enter their classrooms
Coming down from last night's sugar high.

Viewing the lethargic student arrivals
Their teacher sighs softly
And rolls her eyes in resignation
Knowing the day will be lost for learning.

janice

2010

Ach-oo!

2010-10-24T13:08:00.000-07:00

Here we go! Well, I knew those warm, outdoorsy kinds of days were soon to be a thing of the past, and so it is. The startling drop in temperature coupled with the first rain of the season is Mother Nature's way of telling me to trade the sleeveless dresses and comfy shorts for long pants and woolly sweaters. Done!

Arriving along with the expected rain and b-r-r-r factor is the onset of my first cold of the season. It seems to go with the chilly, soggy territory. With my tissue box nearby, I am all cozied up in my flannels and about to slurp piping hot black bean soup into my mouth. After that will come a major decision: whether to read my book or watch a DVD. Or maybe just nap. I do love nodding off with the pitter-patter of rain gently ringing in my ears.

The drenched picnic table, no longer the center of joy and celebration, pines forlornly on the deck, remembering summer's margaritas, chips, guacamole, and the sounds of laughter. Those happy days will return eventually, but in the meanwhile quiet is the name of the game.

Winnie and Cleo

The lady pugs, lovers of sunshine and deck merriment, have abandoned this now saturated summer scene for the comfort of their snug wicker basket, reluctantly going outdoors and getting their dainty paws wet only when their bladders are about to pop.

So I welcome the raindrops, the grey skies, and the chill in the air. My sneezing and sniffling? Well, that I really could do without. Now, for that black bean soup...

A 2Cuz Lesson

2010-10-18T08:51:00.000-07:00

My lovely second cousin (2Cuz) and I had another get-together yesterday, and I never know how things are going to go when we adventure together. We attended an enchanting production of Travels with my Aunt at the Cinnabar Theater in Petaluma.

The Cinnabar

I was thankful that we were not going shopping, which requires that I keep track of her purse and hastily retrieve the 20 dollar bills that somehow tumble out of it. In addition, a theater date would save me from witnessing uncomfortable situations with local merchants...like watcing her attempts at bargaining flea-market-style at Macy's while complaining about the high prices and shoddy merchandise. All sweetly done, of course.

Yes. A theater outing . What could go wrong? Surprisingly, nothing much did, though she had complaints about the condition of the lobby, which - I have to admit - smelled like cat piss, a smell I know too well, unfortunately.

She slept through most of Act I and then at intermission grumbled that she couldn't understand the actors' British accents and found the show trying. Well, duh...of course, she couldn't understand their accents. She was asleep! At least she didn't snore, but the up and down lurching of her head as she tried to stay awake was amusingly distracting.

Now, here's the surprise. At intermission I took advice from a very wise writer(thank you, Patti) who once suggested that I question 2Cuz about her life and use her tales in my writing, which seemed like a great idea and perhaps more interesting than focusing in print on her foibles and our less than perfect visits. With this is mind, I pioneered off in a new chatting direction.

I am not quite sure how it happened, but something conversationally snapped, and I discovered a shocker: she was 14 and living in Honolulu when Pearl Harbor was bombed. How, after all our time together, did I not know that? She related how the community was without communication and didn't know what had happened for 48 hours.

Then Act II began and, happily, she was alert and enjoyed the rest of the play as much as she could, considering Act I was a black hole for her. The Pearl Harbor discussion will be continued; I want to know see if I can score some details of what that experience was like for her.

I have spent my life mostly in the present, a good place to be, but at the same time I did not question family members, now gone, who surely had great stories to share. And, weirdly, now that I am a senior, I think I have tales to tell, but...guess what...no one is asking. All the young family members are juggling jobs, busy schedules, childrens' activities, and the day-to-day trials of managing the giant responsibility octopus that is life. Been there, so I understand. Other side of the coin: While I have anecdotes to impart, I certainly don't want to be one of those rambling old farts sitting at Thanksgiving dinner boring everyone to death. Isn't there a middle road here?

Things I wish I'd asked:

1. Dad -his experiences as a WWII bombadier

2. Mom - what it was like to be an only child, never know your mom, have a step mother

3. Grandpa - about my Grandma Maude

4. Uncle Henry - what it was like growing up in Ferndale

Etc.

It's too late for those questions to be answered, but with 2Cuz it can be different from now on. I am going to gently probe and see what else is in there. So we'll continue our iffy excursions and maybe even venture out to the theater again... even if she does sleep through Act I. There's always intermission.

Autumn, Where Are You?

2010-10-14T15:55:00.000-07:00

Cleo

I know autumn has arrived, but Mother Nature is having none of it, taunting me with record-breaking heat this week. Weird: I wore long pants and sweatshirts most of the summer, and now I am decked out in shorts enjoying afternoons on the deck, drinking iced tea and reading a good book.

I am not complaining as I know these window-open days will soon be a thing of the past, and I will be wishing I could still have the fresh air flowing through the house. However, I do adore the familiar differences of the seasons, and there is something very wonderful about the crispness of the autumn air and seeing my breath as I take the pug ladies for a morning stroll.

So I am ready to get out the boots, the down vests, the warm socks, and the woolly scarves that are symbols of what's to come in the next few weeks. I welcome the change and am eager for the now green pyracantha berries to spectacularly broadcast their brilliant red, for fragrant candles to be lit, and for soup to be simmering in the crock pot.

Mother Nature, I'm ready. I'm waiting.

Wordless Wednesday: Hello, Target!

2010-10-13T07:54:00.000-07:00

Falling

2010-10-07T08:21:00.000-07:00

Like falling leaves making their autumnal journey

The years slowly drift on their earthly path

Making lasting life imprints along the way

Knowing that winter's rest will soon be at hand.

janice

2010

Written for Magpie Tales

George and Martha Redux

2010-10-04T22:34:00.000-07:00

A local company was brave enough to open a production of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? last weekend, and I attended with trepidation remembering the last time I saw this difficult-to-perform play and wound up exiting at intermission...the first one, as there are two. Yawn.

Well, what a difference from my previous experience! I am not saying that the actors were Taylor and Burton, but they were amazing and I watched their mesmerizing performances with my dropped jaw almost reaching my lap.

I know from my limited stage experience that fisticuffs are carefully choreographed, but when an actor hits the stage with a noisy thud, it's gotta hurt. And there was a lot of physical contact going on among the four actors. The dialogue was equally astounding: shouting, overlapping lines, spit flying, the whole ball of wax... almost too real, with heart wrenching pathos at the play's end. It was so intimate and overpowering, I felt like I was intruding.

The actors must have been totally exhausted after curtain calls. I know I was; and all I had to do was sit there and gape at the human eruption happening in front of me, making the discordant family scenes in my memory bank seem like a visit with The Brady Bunch. Whew.

Wordless Wednesday: A Park Picnic

2010-09-29T07:35:00.000-07:00

Once Upon a Time

2010-09-23T07:58:00.000-07:00

Forty-three years ago, today. Was I a fool? No, that's too harsh. I think it is more accurate to say that I was young, hopeful, and idealistic. I knew there was no such thing as a handsome prince on a white stallion coming my way, but I really hoped I had found true love. Ya know, the one. A car crash ended that dream.

So, what have I learned? A lot:
1. To depend on myself
2. To be open to some "prince" but to not seek him
3. To be thankful for my wonderful family who supported me through so much
4. To appreciate my brief time with my one and only husband who helped me get real and toss the happily-ever-after marriage myth out of my system
5. To finally REALLY understand that happiness comes from within
6. And to...it needs to be said again...depend on myself

Confucius Say

2010-09-20T10:00:00.000-07:00

After eating last night's birthday feast of Chinese food, I suspiciously eyed the traditional cookie, wondering if the fortune inside would be something prophetic for the coming year.

As it turns out, the little white piece of paper held very wise words that I now, being retired, actually have the time to put into practice.

I appreciate this reminder of what has become a mantra of sorts for me after all the years of stress and hustle when, too driven to step off life's ever-speeding treadmill, I didn't take time to delight in the riches all around me.

I like to think that I am now making up for those lost moments, treasuring the present but also reflecting back to give the many positives in my life the warm mental smiles they never received when I was madly dashing about letting my watch and daily planner control my life. How did I get so caught up in that race without without a finish line?

And so another birthday has come and gone after being properly celebrated with the warm wishes of family and friends. And Chinese food. Yes, another year gone well. Whew. I am pausing to enjoy it.

Janice in Wonderland

2010-09-17T09:30:00.000-07:00

The sands of the present trickle slowly

Through the hourglass of time

Becoming memories of days gone by

Lived to the fullest.

Regrets, a few, are pushed aside

To watch the grains gently drift through space

And arrive peacefully at journey's end

When each moment touches the past.

Lingering sands yet to descend

Eagerly await their chance

To plummet to new adventures and happenings

In the often challenging wonderland of living.

janice

2010

Written for Magpie Tales

To Market, To Market

2010-09-08T14:20:00.000-07:00

The farm market was as wonderful as always this morning; I am never disappointed.

I found some very delicious looking melons and loaded up on salad greens, since salads with lots of great veggies are a staple around my house.

Mmmm...that should be delicious for dinner tonight.

All I need to do is add a couple of my gorgeous Julia Child heirlooms.

The main treat of the outing, however, was to stock up on artichoke hummus, a local product made in Petaluma by The Hummus Guy.

Loaded with chick peas, sesame tahini, artichoke hearts and...oh yes...lots of garlic, it is "to die for", and my fridge is never without it.

Another successful day at the local farm market...

Forbidden

2010-09-05T15:18:00.000-07:00

Temptation

Seductively calls my name

As the twilight calmly creeps forward

And envelopes me in deepening darkness.

Will I be strong

Or will I break,

Carelessly but successfully escaping

Willpower's too gentle grasp?

janice

2010

Written for Magpie Tales

Wordless Wednesday: A Sign of Irony

2010-09-01T07:46:00.000-07:00

Where the Heart Is

2010-08-30T15:42:00.000-07:00

Tranquil, peaceful

A safe refuge from the storms of life

That threaten to prevail

And disturb my equilibrium

Ah, the safety net of home.

janice

2010

Written for Magpie Tales

The Reign of Summer Birthdays

2010-08-29T13:00:00.000-07:00

For some unexplainable reason, the summer months are filled with birthdays, one after the other, while the rest of the year is comparatively quiet with one birthday at a time and then a few weeks' space to gear up for the next celebration. Last week's birthday swim party honored my three grandnieces who all have back-to-back summer birthdays. I love a party, though, so I am not complaining.

Yesterday a small bunch of us gathered on my deck to raise our glasses to Marie and shower her with gifts.This summer's very iffy CA weather cooperated and the sun was a most welcome guest, allowing brunch to be served outside on the deck.

The party opened with Bloody Marys garnished with celery stalks and crispy tortilla chips just begging to be dipped in the spicy guacamole.

Moving on to the main event, we each grabbed a soft roll and built our own sandwiches from the selection of meats, cheeses, lettuces, tomatoes, and onions. Shrimp macaroni salad and spicy deviled eggs completed the main course.

After a break for present opening, we finished off with fresh peach pie, an absolute work of art.

And that was it.

Perfect.

Ta Da!

Theme Thursday - Equal

2010-08-25T22:30:00.000-07:00

An earnest wish

Dreamt by so many

Hoping to rightfully create
More equity and justice.

Sit-ins, protests, and rallies abound

As all have their place

In this Quixote-like search
To remold and revamp.

Desperately reaching

And showing such valor

The change-seekers

Plead, exhort, and challenge.

If we continue to strive,

To rethink our fears and be open

Our more tolerant thoughts and ideas

Will resound and be heard.

Then onto the next round
Whatever it might be
Continuing the battle of progress
That constantly beckons.

janice

2010

Wordless Wednesday: Paging Spell Check

2010-08-25T07:47:00.000-07:00

Easy Street

2010-08-17T21:13:00.000-07:00

Those were the days... of theater and stage quite a few years ago. I was reminded of this when I went to see a local production of "Annie", one of my all time favorite shows and one in which I had a greatly cherished role: the unscrupulous and money hungry Lili St Regis, named after the HO-tel. Yeah. So fun to put on the spike heels, the colorful dress cut up to here and down to there, and - of course - the requisite platinum blond wig. Okay, the make-up people had to paint on a cleavage. So what! Great fun. Great memories.

Attack of the Killer Bells

2010-08-12T14:46:00.000-07:00

Once again it's that time of year: the first day of school. Pencils, crayons, back packs, lunch boxes and new duds are on alert as eager and not so eager students prep for that big first day. Also mentally girding their loins are the classroom teachers, looking forward to new challenges while mourning the freedom from tight schedules and ringing school bells that lazy summer days offer.

It hasn't been that long ago that I was one of those teachers. That first day begins with the unwelcome buzzing of the alarm clock, usually not needed since I have been wide-eyed and awake since 3 a.m. anticipating and fearing the unknowns of the day. Even more dreaded than the alarm is the opening bell when my students enter the classroom, best manners being exhibited, wondering if I bite or not. Cautiously taking their assigned seats, they have no idea that I am equally apprehensive that they might bite. And so, we begin.

The next bell is one of relief...recess...and everyone is still on their best behavior, myself included, as we all take a break. My thankful bladder breathes a sigh of relief and sends a quick memo to my still-on-summer brain to forgo that second cup of coffee in the future. What was I thinking? I know better!

Too soon, another bell: end of recess. Bell again: lunch, even though my stomach began making growler noises at 11:20. The bells go on and on until, exhaustion setting in, the final bell rings and I collapse in my chair with a deep sigh. Not used to talking so much, I am hoarse; and my feet ache like I have run a marathon. But, hey, it went okay.

Dare I hope? I think they like me. I know from experience that any acting out student behavior usually doesn't rear its ugly head on the first day, but I am having good vibrations and feeling positive about my pupils.

S-o-o-o-o this bell-ridden job I have chosen as a career is launched for another year, and I begin to face the challenges of yet another round in the boxing ring of education, feeling that the smiling faces I have just dismissed to school buses and parents will most likely make the stacks of papers I lug home on the weekends, the $ out of my own pocket that I spend for classroom materials, and the endless meetings I attend...worth it.

But I hate those damn bells!

Wordless Wednesday: Merry-Go-Rounding Grandsons

2010-08-11T11:44:00.000-07:00

So Solo

2010-08-08T22:18:00.000-07:00

The lonely watering can

Forgotten

But waiting to be remembered

Finally gave up

And welcomed the rusty joy

Of well-earned solitude and peace.

janice

2010

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My Fair Mom

2010-08-05T23:10:00.000-07:00

The Sonoma County Fair is in full swing, and I have yet to pay a visit. Since it really doesn't change much from year to year, I am not sure whether I will attend or not.

Many in my family like to hit the track to place a few bets and, hopefully, come away with a win or two.

So not my thing...though there does seem to be horse racing gene lurking somewhere in the family bloodline. I just did not inherit it. My mother and father, however, apparently did.

Evidence of this is "I Don't", the racehorse my father invested in many years ago. When this lively filly raced at the Sonoma County Fair in the 60s, my mother was in her element. Not content to just regally lounge in the box seats my father purchased for the season, she took the adventure to a new level.

Using her owner's pass and dressed in riding gear, she headed down to the stables in the morning's early hours to hang out with the horse people, hoping - of course - to get some hot tips for the day's races.

Picture it. Her garb was pressed and spotless as she casually sauntered among the rough and tough track types, dodging horse shit and tobacco wads while looking like a rose in a brier patch as she hung on the rails trying to chat up the busy trainers.

I wasn't there so I don't know if she ever got any good leads on which to place her $$$. All I know for sure is that our sweet "I Don't" never did. What a lousy name for a race horse!

So...there you have it: fond fair memories, only slightly better than the arcade goldfish that I lovingly brought home.

But, thinking back on those long-ago fair days, I think Mom, just trying to be one of the guys, must have had more fun at the fair than all of my family put together.

The goldfish always died anyway.

Wordless Wednesday: Grandnieces and Grandnephews

2010-08-04T07:10:00.000-07:00

Suddenly Senior

2010-07-28T20:03:00.000-07:00

Theme Thursday: Light

Oh, my...what a day! I have previously written about my misadventures with my elderly second cousin fondly referred to as 2Cuz. Today's get-together was a picnic, provided by me, at her lovely senior residence nestled in the rolling hills of Marin County.

A phone call last night, opening with the always scary phrase "I was just wondering...", which basically I have come to know means I want this and YOU WILL DO IT, alerted me to a change in our plans.

2Cuz was proposing that I attend a walking class with her before our picnic. I replied that I wasn't much interested in a class, wanted to visit with her, but would accompany her if that was what she desired. Yeah...agreeable me. Her response: "If you like, I'll meet you at 11 for the class." Well, no...I didn't "like" but decided to just roll with it. How bad could a lecture on walking be? Lighten up, Janice!

So I arrived and, as we chatted while having coffee, I found out that the focus of the class was balance, exercise with a chair, requiring - OOPS! - participation. Shit. I know she could see my resistance beginning to ignite, so with an expertly mastered Cheshire cat grin right out of Alice in Wonderland and oooooozing charm from every pore, she informed me that we "older people" need to know about these things, apparently forgetting that she is 20 years older than I am, has had a stroke, a knee replacement, and a hip replacement. The older people catagory is not a shoe that fits for me...yet.

Never mind. Lighten up, Janice! And into the classroom I trudged. As I made my way through all the walkers, I thanked my lucky stars that this torture was only to be 30 minutes long. I survived it.

And for the first time in my life, after struggling through gym classes as a child and as an adult, I was the most capable athlete in the room.

Yay...or not.

It's Not Easy Being Green

2010-07-25T19:46:00.000-07:00

Will these sad green tomatoes ever get enough warmth to turn red? According to the weatherman, not any time soon. This is July, almost August, usually filled with window-open summer days and fruit ripening on the vine.

Also awaiting some action from the sun is this poor, pathetic strawberry. I have managed to harvest a couple but had to put them in a sunny window to fully ripen.

And sadder still is this sickly albino strawberry that doesn't even have the green thing happening.

It seems that the only edible plants that are happy in my garden these days are those who are meant to be picked while being proudly green.

Birthday Fever

2010-07-23T16:10:00.000-07:00

Ah, it's that celebrating time of the year when back-to-back summer birthdays rule and parties are the order of the day.

Last night was Rylee's pizza party with, as usual, presents galore. Appetizers, salad, and birthday cake rounded out the menu and, keeping with tradition, I managed to stuff myself.

It seems like only yesterday I got the call that she had arrived and I jumped in my car, hospital bound, to check out the precious little preemie. And now she's eleven...almost a teenager. Yikes.

Yesterday

2010-07-14T20:59:00.000-07:00

Theme Thursday - Help!

Seeing that so familiar "Help" album cover inviting participation in this week's Theme Thursday made memories come flooding into my consciousness...thoughts having nothing whatsoever to do with help or assistance. Instead the memory was 1990 when I saw Paul McCartney live in Berkeley's Memorial Stadium. Always a Beatle fan, I was totally captivated. Really, that barely begins to describe the experience.

The only thing better would have been to see and hear the entire Fab Four in all their 60s glory. I am still such a fan, though an old fan, of the same vintage as Paul and Ringo. It seems like only yesterday when I was glued to the TV watching their amazing debut on the Ed Sullivan Show. Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Wordless Wednesday: Guard Pug on Duty

2010-07-14T07:21:00.000-07:00

The Grandkids Cometh

2010-07-12T19:20:00.000-07:00

The visit was rousing to say the least; it always is. We discovered two new parks for swinging, romping, and digging in the sand. I ate potato chips until they were coming out my ears, a treat that I rarely indulge in because of the sodium overdose that ensues.

With my plastic in hand, we made our usual trek to the toy store and everyone chose something special to add to the ever-growing collection of playthings at home.

A splashful soak for three ended the stay. As I watched the traditional washing fun, I had to wonder how many more scenes like this one I will get to see since it is getting harder and harder to cram those six long legs into my cozy tub-for-one.

Another wonderful visit.

The Way We Were

2010-07-07T20:22:00.000-07:00

So long ago. Life was very different then. Jane's playhouse rested in the front yard, ready for eager young occupants looking for some fun. Now the playhouse has collapsed into an almost invisible heap nestled in the ever-encroaching ivy. The only noticeable reminder of what used to be is her lonesome, rusty truck that has clearly seen better days. As trite as it sounds, it seems like only yesterday...when it was just the two of us.

Pretty in Pink

2010-07-03T07:29:00.000-07:00

Here's Cleo looking very smug as she models her brandnew collar from The Black Dog in Martha's Vineyard. Isn't is funny how a spiffy new outfit can give an old girl attitude?

Part Two: Am I Blue?

2010-06-30T22:57:00.000-07:00

Theme Thursday - Blue

Several months ago I wrote piece about my unusual, at least to me, blue toenails done in the Sally Bowles' style of "divine decadence".

I loved that blue adventure and it made me realize how much I adore blue...and apparently always have. I just never thought much about colors, posturing instead -when asked - that I didn't have a "favorite color".

Yet, lo and behold, I am surrounded by blues that I have collected and treasured over the years.

Let's begin with my sweet blue frog who cried out to me at an estate sale. He has happily lazed on my deck for years, much to my enjoyment.

And since I am always pondering what to eat and enjoy, one of my favorite treats is blueberries. In muffins. Atop my cereal. Or by the fistful. They are scrumptious in every way.

Now...let's go back, way back, to when I was a teen. My mom allowed my to redecorate my room, and guess what my theme was.

Yes. Blue and white. Now, eons later, it seems I have not deviated from this bluesy path as my bedroom is still basically blue and white. I guess it just works for me.

I have always loved Stafford shire Calico Blue and have several pieces, which I treasure. They can be found happily lurking among my bedroom's blue and white, filled with flowers or just posing, looking elegant.

My most favorite blue, however, I see in the eyes of people I love. It all began with my husband; his energizing Paul Newmanish blue eyes captured my attention from day one when we met on Guam.

Imagine how delighted I was when, once I became a mother, those same mesmerizing blue eyes that had hooked me on Guam peered back at me from her sweet baby face.

But it doesn't end there.

Now I am a grandmother, and those fabulous blue orbs are still greeting me.

Times three.

John. Alex. Chris.

Yes, blue really gets to me.

Wordless Home Improvement Wednesday

2010-06-30T06:55:00.000-07:00

Dog Days of Summer

2010-06-27T12:54:00.000-07:00

There I was...just running errands in my usual haunts, minding my own business, when I spied a brandnew and welcome sight: a hot dog cart. I was there in a heartbeat, wallet in hand.

They had a nice selection with the most unusual being a dog with philly cream cheese and BBQ sauce. I'm not too sure about that one. At any rate, I went for my old stand-by, the sauerkraut dog; and it did not disappoint.

How lovely to know that this cute little stand will be available to me all day every summer's weekend. I don't think just one dog will do it. I'll definitely be a return customer.