Monday, February 28, 2011
Just when I thought spring had no intentions of arriving, my Anthropologie catalog did. Page 10, the quiet blush dress. Sigh. It just looks like warm weather. Now that I have set foot in an Anthropologie store, the catalog reminds me that I would love to go back. The rustic wood plank floors, the festive scented candles, the colorful dishes, the shoes, the clothes. Who am I kidding, after taking a look at page 36, I want to move there.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
As today's title indicates, this is the first of a series of related posts. If you figured that out before reading the previous sentence, you are pretty sharp. Probably sharper than moi at the moment. But I digress. In November Martine and I completed a monumental task. We went through our Mother's belongings and figured out what to do with them. The items that came home with me are finding places to be. It's taken some patience and quiet time for these things to tell me where they ought to be, so as this process progresses I'm sharing the results with you. Above is the dresser in my bedroom. After the clearing out of the Christmas decorations, I cleared this space completely, sending the fairy theme books and such to my office. This photo is a little blurry, photographing this space has proved difficult with all the glare off the glass in the frames. I'll tell you about the pictures in a later post when I get a clearer shot of them. But do take a look at the carnival glass bowl on top of the dresser.
I don't remember this bowl from when I was growing up, I think it probably passed to Mom from her mother. But I don't really remember it at Grandma's house, either. The bowl, with its iridescent glow and pressed floral pattern, is more gaudy than I normally like in decorative items. It has grown on me, though, over the last couple of months. I had it in my bathroom over Christmas filled with some live juniper greens. Very pretty and fragrant.
The interior of the bowl is just as pretty as the outside! I vow to not let it become a catch-all for stuff that might collect on my dresser, it's just too lovely for that. An added incentive to keep this area uncluttered is the fact that it is visible from the dining area as well as the living room. Tomorrow, we'll take a look at the framed photos above the dresser. I'm sure you can't wait!
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
There it is! The new rug. Isn't it pretty? It certainly makes walking barefoot from my bedroom into the kitchen much more pleasant. Often, it seems, when I stop actively looking for something, it just plops into my lap and says, hello, please take me home with you. If there is a greater lesson to be learned here, it reaches way beyond warm feet, just the right size, and making me happy every time I walk into the room. I do know that just outside the patio door to the left it is cold, windy and snowing and the flowers in this rug will have to do for brightening up the afternoon. That is, until it's time for flowers on the deck on the other side of that patio door. Real flowers. In dirt. That smell nice. Spring can't show up any too soon.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
*Functional Capacity Evaluation
Friday, February 18, 2011
We started off the week with Valentine's Day. You know. No further explanation needed. We are finishing up the week with the day I got married. Twenty-five years ago. We stopped counting at twenty. At any rate, VD passed without weeping or grieving, and today feels the same. I am at last learning to embrace and enjoy my singular state. I also feel happy about it with an effortless sort of acceptance. In other news, Reid and I are throwing a Pink Panther Pizza Party. This involves cashing in my credit at a local pizza place for their accounting error last month and watching the original 1963 Pink Panther movie. Excuse me whilst I change into my Pink Panther tshirt for the party. Oh, we are also celebrating the outcome of yesterday's blood test, which indicates I do not have rheumatoid arthritis! Whew! And yayyyyy! This, as they say, has been a heckuva week.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
2. I really like my nurse case manager, Leah. She gets on the phone and gets answers and kicks butt.
3. Still mystified over the painful sensations in my hands, the doctor ordered a blood screen to rule in/out rheumatoid arthritis.
4. They draw a whole stinking lot of blood for this test!!
5. The lab tech who drew my blood was expert and painless.
6. And, yes, I do watch when they poke needles in me. Kind of a horrible fascination sort of thing.
7. The possibility of having a debilitating auto-immune disease has supplanted my usual annoyance/aggravation over this whole situation with my hands. Leah and I were both crying in the waiting area for the clinic lab. Did I tell you how much I like her? She even got me kleenex.
8. I bought a lovely rug for the patio door area. My bare feet will appreciate it, that is the coldest patch of floor in the house!
9. The nice people at Kohl's cheerfully exchanged my defective Calphalon pan for a new one. I didn't even have a receipt.
10. Ravenswood Vintner's blend zin is a lovely red wine. I'm going for a second glass right now.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
This is for Michael, who until tonight was not aware that his mother has monkeys on her brain. It actually explains a lot. I recently gave someone a little blue sock monkey for his birthday, but it's not doing its job. The monkey was under strict orders to render me irresisible to and constantly on the mind of the recipient. I'm not a very good witch at all, my spells never seem to take properly. Tonight, the monkeys were appeased with Patron margaritas. Unfortunately, I did not drink enough for them to pass out. With this near full moon and a head full of liquored up monkeys I may not get a wink of sleep tonight.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
1 Dos Eqis amber with lime
1 Grilled cheese sandwich, made with American and Swiss
1 Chocolate cake with homemade chocolate buttercream frosting
Instructions: Drink the first item. Consume the second item. Share the third item or you'll have a tummy ache. Follow up dessert with a chick movie, I watched Boys on the Side, but any favorite will do. Further beverages are to your discretion.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Several years ago, a tattered bumper sticker showed up at my house. In very large type were the letters WWBD, followed by a question mark. In smaller type beneath were the words what would Bacchus do?. I think there were some grapes or viney stuff as well, maybe a wine glass. I don't know what made me think of this, but now that I have, I wonder what happened to the bumper sticker. I do know that it didn't end up on any of my bumpers. The last I remember seeing it, it was on top of my husband's dresser in our bedroom. Amid the loose change, the Dilbert coffee mug full of pens, the candy tin that held $2 bills, his wallet and watch. That dresser hasn't been his for over five years. I expect Bacchus departed along with the other assorted items when he moved out. The husband, that is. Bacchus could come back as long as he had some pretty good wine and was willing to give me a foot massage. I seriously doubt he is Mr. NPBPFM*, but sometimes all you want is a festival. Maybe just a distraction. Hmmm. What would Bacchus do?
*not perfect but perfect for me
Saturday, February 12, 2011
This is it, the glamour of deep winter on the northern plains. Last week when I was up at Colleen's for dinner and wine, I couldn't leave without taking a few pictures. Despite the bitter cold, I walked around for five minutes or so without gloves to capture these stark images. I know, you're thinking, five minutes! What a wimp! Hey, it was only 5 degrees F out there, mercifully without wind, but felt like an hour on the fingers!
Friday, February 11, 2011
Herod had the misfortune to share an address with several implacable enemies, first among them his contemptuous, highborn mother-in-law, Alexandra. She represented but one aggravation in Herod's largely female household. He lived as well with his insinuating mother; a grievance-loving, overly loyal sister; and Mariamme, the cool, exceptionally beautiful wife who had married him as a teenager, and who, to his frustration, somehow could never get past the fact that Herod had murdered half of her family.
This, it seems was common. Murdering family members was an expedient way of disposing with rivals and establishing sole power. Cleopatra herself was responsible for doing away with all of her siblings, two brothers and two sisters. Leaving a clear line of succession to the Egyptian throne for her offspring. She may not have personally brandished the dagger or administered the poison, but she gave the order. In contrast with today's lack of civility and respect in the political arena, the first century BC was indeed a more bloody and dangerous place to be. I guess it's just relative. And back then, it was the relatives.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Really, you'll thank me for not sharing the details. The miserable thing is, until my digestive system is back to normal, no ibuprofin for my aching wrists and neck! Another day or so should do it. Truth be told I might be fine right now, but for my own lack of judgement last night. Thinking I was on the mend I made the unfortunate choice of spicy wings and beer for supper. They were irresistible and delicious. And I have paid my dues for enjoying them a little too early in the tummy recovery process. I don't know what started this whole business, Reid and I have eaten pretty much the same food in the last week and he's just fine. I was popping the Advil more often than my once or twice a week, though. Physical therapy made the shift from heat and stretching to more aggressive strength training. Making me a little more sore than usual. Ibuprofin is my magic pill for aches and pains and I don't want to overuse it to the point that it doesn't work its magic for me any longer. Maybe my tummy is telling me just that. And it may be a while until spicy wings seem appetizing once again. Trust me, you don't want to know the details.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Just as all eyes are turning to Egypt, Cairo that is, where alliances shift and the streets are crowded with throngs of protesters, I have begun reading this book. The real story of Cleopatra. Which begins in Egypt, Alexandria that is, where civil war is underway. I am so completely caught up in this critically acclaimed accounting of one of the most powerful women who has ever walked this Earth. If you think you spring from a dysfunctional family, you'll feel sane and normal, perhaps even dull, compared to the murder, incest, intrigue and betrayal that abounds in the Ptolemaic Dynasty. It seems so very appropriate that we named our half Siamese calico cat after this queen of queens. After all, a clumsy visitor to the Alexandrian palace was executed for stumbling over and subsequently killing one of the royal cats. It must have been an honor to be employed as the royal poop scooper. Words cannot express how tickled I am that Cleopatra is an anagram for Carla, poet. While you ponder this, I'm getting back to my book.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
I miss Tigh. I'm pretty sure he misses my big comfy chair, which I allowed him to sit in for a few hours just before he left for Oz. Sigh. My boys have scattered so far away from me. Actually, I think he misses me just a little, too. He's having an adventure, as young men should. He'll be back in August for his brother's wedding. If he's really nice to me, I might let him sit in my big comfy chair again. Maybe let him wear the tiara this time.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Let me admit right up front that to my knowledge, I am not the least little bit Chinese. But we are now in the Chinese year 4709, which is determined by a lunar based calendar, and I think we can all agree that I have lunatic tendencies. On occasion. Now that we have established that, according to the Chinese zodiac, I am a Rooster. Also according to the Chinese zodiac, my current man interest/distraction is the Ox. We are most compatible. To the point of perfection. All we have to do is figure out who leads and who follows. After half a bottle of 7 Deadly Zins and one potent margarita, I would have to say I would follow him durn near anywhere. If only he could figure out where he's going. The only thing I'm sure of is that the word perfection always makes me nervous.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Bill Murray is really a terrific actor. Sometimes. I think he often is trapped in the wrong script with the wrong director with that characteristic smirk on his face while breaking the fourth wall. Or maybe it's difficult for me to take him seriously because he doesn't come in the standard leading man package. I keep waiting for him to pull a face, do a pratfall, or engage in some Three Stooges type behavior. I do like him in Groundhog Day. Which I just viewed with the 18 yo son. On Groundhog Day! I think we did this three years ago, and maybe I wrote precisely the same thing. Maybe it's just going to be Groundhog Day over and over and over again until I get it right. Whew. I don't know about you, but just to be safe, I'm not setting my alarm for six a.m.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
2 glasses of wine
Naturally, the perfect final touch would be soft music, muted lighting, and a massage. Lacking that, I'll settle for a comfy bed with a cat as a footwarmer and a good book. Is it still winter?