I made a family recipe for a dinner party last night. I started cooking on Saturday at about 1 PM and finished all the preliminary steps by about 9:30 PM. I then started in again yesterday afternoon in order to have dinner ready by 6 PM. And all I could think was that my grandmother did this on a regular basis all her life. It is apparently true that old time Italian family recipes are there to keep women in the kitchen cooking all day and night so they don’t bother the men while they do important things like sit
Recorded political messages
Seriously, what idiot thought these up? I mean, how annoying can it get? You come home from a hard day’s labot and see your message machine flashing. Thinking someone you care for may actually have called, you hit the play button only to hear a dozen canned messages from political candidates. I find myself uncontrollably screaming at the phone even though in the few sane moments left in my life I am very aware that the phone is an inanimate object whose annoyance value is directly attributable to its misuse by humans. I think I will follow my friend Chris’
April Fool’s Day
If this really is a holiday celebrating fools, then why isn’t it a national holiday in honor of our United States Congress?
Finally, the task is complete
The shoes have been bought. The task is complete. If god is good to me, I won’t have to do anything like this for at least two more years.
Shoes
I’m off again on a quest to find shoes that won’t horrify everyone at the wedding in Vegas next month. I can’t believe I actually have to go out shopping twice to find them. And I stand by my original belief on this matter. If god had wanted us to wear pointy shoes, he would have given us pointy toes.
I wonder if they make a dressy sneaker in black?
Questions that need to be seriously asked
Between Tom Cruise and Richard Gere, who do you most want to just slap till he goes away? Between Paris Hilton and Brittany Spears, who would it most scare you to have represent our civilization to aliens from space? Is there truly any justification anywhere in this universe for the existence of anyone connected with any show that involves eating disgusting things and then acting as though that is a breakthrough for mankind?
Memories can sure shake you up
I opened my e-mail today to find a note from someone I don’t know about a beautiful young man who died in Vietnam almost 30 years ago. Our connection is apparently a mutual friendship with that young man. What memories came flooding back when I saw Paul DuCharm’s name in the subject line. It took my breath away. Sometimes we get so busy living in the present that we forget the emotions of the past, of the time when we were young and hopeful and out to change the world. That time is gone now. And I believe my generation
The headline reads….
The headline on MSN reads, “Minister’s wife confused”. Well, first of all she’s his widow now, not his wife. And secondly, what’s to be confused about. She shot him. Duh!
My heart breaks a little at a time
Mr. T now wants to be carried for some of our daily walk. For 14 years we have walked three miles a day in every kind of weather condition from 30 below on the tundra outside of Barrow to 80 above on a hot summer day in Anchorage. He always liked the cold best. Now, as spring is arriving and the snow is melting, his back legs seem to be getting weaker. He can make most of the walk but towards the end, if I pick him up for the uphill part of the journey, he doesn’t fight or get
My parents may have had Sinatra but…
In my childhood, Sinatra was the epitome of the Italian boy made good. Today, the Italians of my generation have George Clooney. If he ever ran for president – and he should – I think I would finally move out of my lethargy and into my sixties active mode. Meanwhile, I’ll just enjoy looking at him. Way to go, Italian boy.