Elise Sereni
     Patkotak
Saturday, November 22, 2014

Due to the unfortunate timing of a bout of vertigo that precluded me from getting on the plane to fly to my 50th high school reunion, I found myself stuck at home and not able to move much without a lot of nauseating dizziness resulting. So I decided to watch a movie as a way to kill a few hours while sitting quietly. In some weird tribute to the reunion I’m missing, I watched Jersey Boys. They were the background sound of my teen years.  And they were from Jersey and Italian. What more could I ask? I was fine right up until they started singing You’re Just Too Good To Be True. At that point, for some reason, I burst into tears remembering how many times I sang that song at the top of my lungs when no one was around and I was in the midst of my first major unrequited love storm - and seriously, is there any love more unrequited than your first one when you’re a teen? It brought me back to New Jersey and Philly and all those years of the sixties. Despite the sobbing, I’m going to say they were good years. I wallowed in the memories until my birds and dogs told me to get a grip and feed them. Nothing like cold reality to wipe away the tears of over sentimental pathos.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:08 AM •
Friday, November 21, 2014

So we know that African elephants have now reached the tipping point towards extinction because the number being born each year does not equal the number being killed by poachers. Yet the NRA opposes closing a loophole in federal law that allows ivory to be imported into this country if it is “fossilized” claiming it is another scheme to take away their guns by denying them ivory handles. So when they have killed off all the elephants, what kind of handles will they make for their guns?

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:35 AM •
Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Packed to travel out to the reunion last night. Realized about ten minutes into the process that I probably should have done some clothes shopping.
Does a twenty year old Kivgiq sweatshirt count as business formal wear if you add earrings?
Will people in the lower 48 ever understand Alaskan fashion sense?
Will bunny boots ever really work as dressy shoes outside of Fairbanks?
Quick, I need answers to these questions before Saturday.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:24 AM •
Tuesday, November 18, 2014

As the date draws nearer for my 50th high school reunion, I keep wondering how all those people got so old when I didn’t. Hell, I’m still not sure what I want to be when I grow up. Maybe a super model....

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:22 AM •
Monday, November 17, 2014
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This is a special picture for all my old Barrow friends who follow my blog. I know you’ll remember Fran. She served the best Mexican food north of the Arctic Circle and did it with flare for over thirty years. She’s still alive and kicking as this shot shows when I visited her recently. Don’t tell her I posted a picture with her hair looking a little messed. I’ll never hear the end of it.
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Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:54 AM •
Sunday, November 16, 2014
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Thank you Sandra Hopson(!) Stuermer for my beautiful new parka, just in time for the holiday season. And what a stunning ruff. She was taught by the best.
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Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:37 AM •
Saturday, November 15, 2014
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My brother (standing) and my Uncle Joe in his beer store circa 1970/80 something. This is currently hanging in the best specialty beer store in Newark, Delaware. Called The Delaware Growler (48 East Main Street Newark, DE 19711 302-454-7695), you won’t find a greater selection of those little beer breweries that people into beer really like. And if you go there, you’ll see the original of this stunning picture showing two things… that selling beer is simply in our blood and my brother should not sport a mustache.
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Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:02 AM •
Friday, November 14, 2014

I just spent two days trying to find my laptop computer that I put away when I got my iPad for reasons unknown. Now I’m traveling East and need it to be able to work while I’m back there. I searched high and lo, in every reasonable place a normal person might put their laptop. I finally found it on the floor of my closet under a pile of clothes due to go to charity. I don’t remember putting it there and I sure as hell can’t think of why.
Yep, old age is going to be an exciting journey that I may or may not ever remember.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:27 AM •
Wednesday, November 12, 2014

I just don’t understand why the dog who snores the loudest is the one who feels compelled to climb up onto the pillow and curl up closest to my ear. I end up with dreams of storms and bombs.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:53 AM •
Tuesday, November 11, 2014

As I suspected, Captain’s head is more resilient than most would imagine. His little oowie, bestowed on him by his cage mate when he got too… hmmm, how shall I put this?… amorous, is healing nicely and he may even get some feathers back in the little hole. Though she seemed to have taken enough flesh to cause a permanent bald spot, that doesn’t seem to be happening. This morning he tried to get to her veggie dish to see if there were pomegranate seeds there before she got to her snap peas. She turned on him in an instant and an instant later, he was on the far side of the cage being very, very respectful.
And all I could think was, “You go, girl!”

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:04 AM •
Sunday, November 09, 2014
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I brought one of my parrots, Captain, to the vet along with his cagemate, a bare eyed cockatoo named CB, for their quarterly mani/pedi. Both have beaks issues that need addressing with a Dremel and while we’re there, I figure they might as well get a pedi too. As the vet examined Captain, he commented on the wound on Captain’s head. “What wound?” asked his obviously caring and keen eyed mom. “Why the one where a piece of his scalp is missing” sais the (used to be my favorite until he discovered my short comings) vet.  And there it was for all to see. At some point Captain must have irritated the hell out of CB and CB finally expressed herself in the only way the male in her cage would understand. She took a chunk out of his head. I even think I know when the fight happened. I was watching TV when a horrible screeching arose from my downstairs bird room. Being the conscientious mom that I am, I yelled at them to stop it. They didn’t. I gave them a few more seconds and then charged down the stairs. As always happens when they hear me coming, whichever birds were doing the screaming and fighting separated immediately. I walked into the bird room and seven birds stared innocently at me as though none of them could have possibly been the source of sounds one usually only thinks of as emanating from hell.
So now I know the rest of the story. And the (used to be my favorite until he discovered my short comings) vet knows that I am perhaps not the perfect mother, what with not noticing a chunk out of Captain’s skull and all.
I just want to say, in my defense, I do try. But there are seven of them and one of me, so they usually are way ahead of me in any given situation.
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Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:39 AM •
Saturday, November 08, 2014

Looks like I will be able to legally purchase pot before I die. Who’d have ever thunk?

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:30 AM •
Friday, November 07, 2014

Just when I thought I was too old to have anymore firsts in my life, along comes one from a totally unexpected quarter. Every initiative in Tuesday’s election campaign went the way I voted. That has never ever happened to me before. I guess this means that after 42 years, I am finally an official Alaskan.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:28 AM •
Wednesday, November 05, 2014

My little BuddhaBubba had some kind of seizure on Sunday evening. I felt so helpless, just holding her and telling her she was going to be ok and not being able to do anything for her. Thankfully my friend Janis was here and drove us to the PET ER. Of course, once we got there, BB just trotted around like everything was fine and she had no idea why everyone was making such a fuss. sigh. For what a Pet ER visit costs, you’d think she could have at least foamed at the mouth a little.
We go to her regular doc on Friday to see if there is any actual brain between those two adorable ears. I’m guessing not.

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:10 AM •
Tuesday, November 04, 2014

... then turn your computer off, get your ass off that chair and go vote or do not complain about anything in government or politics for the next two years. You forfeit your right to be disgusted by a government for which you did not even bother to vote!

Elise Sereni Patkotak • 03:08 AM •

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