Sunday, December 20, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Julie's story was exceptionally moving for me. Her friends have prestigious jobs with assistants while she menially answers the phone for a post 9/11 municipal office. She dreams of writing, but can't get published. Her salvation is her thoughtful partner and cooking her way through Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking. She finds passion and purpose through this daily task. Granted I am not really in love with French cooking, but I did love the idea of finding ones passion. One day I will find that passion that fulfills me and then I too will be able to act taller.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
As you can guess I am not feeling very upbeat. I am trying to focus on how at this time last year we thought we would not even have my dad with us now. But for my family this news has been devastating. I am trying to move forward, but I don't have to tell you it is hard.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Today on day thirty, I am grateful for you. All of you who enrich my life and help me to make it through another day of my frenetic life. Those of you who have no choice to love me because you are related to me. All of you who have held my hand and listened to me cry. Anyone who has rolled their eyes at the end of one of my corny jokes. All the people I love and like and want to get to know better. Anyone who has helped me learned to knit or that I taught to knit. Those who make me smile and certainly anyone who has ever fed me. If you have commented on my blog, friended me on facebook, favorited one of my knitting projects, or follow me on twitter.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
The quilt has history and not all of it pretty, but you know what, I am just so pleased to have it done. I did all the embroidery work, and I bought most of the fabric. I had even started to piece the thing together, but that did not work out so well. I made so many mistakes my mom had to pull the whole thing apart. It broke my heart and I put the pieces away giving up on it for several years.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
(Baby Sis and Boyfriend, Will)
There were new faces with the usual suspects. Baby Sis brought her boyfriend, Will. I don't know how Will dealt with the circus of the day, but he brought cake and seem to keep pace with the rest of us. In fact at several points I felt he actually enjoyed the company and added to the decibels.
We smiled, we laughed, and boy did we eat. The atmosphere this year was more like a party than a wake. My dad was still with us and though we have no idea what the future holds, today we celebrated. Our day was all about gravy, one more holiday with each other, and one more chance to be a family. This dinner was true thanksgiving. We had made it through a very rough year and all survived to enjoy each other and of course some very fine eats. I am truly grateful for family and as crazy as we all are I would not want it any other way.
(Cheyenne enjoying her cake)
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
I have a busy night I need to go home and make sweet potato casserole. This casserole is a favorite in my family and if I don't show up with it, I am likely to be ejected from Thanksgiving. So to be a good sport here is my recipe, enjoy.
3 cups mashed sweet potatoes
1 cup brown sugar
2 eggs, lightly beaten
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup melted butter
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/3 cup flour
1/3 cup melted butter
1 cup chopped pecans
Combine first 6 ingredients. Pour into a buttered 1 1/2 to 2-quart casserole dish. Mix remaining ingredients together and sprinkle over top. Bake at 350° for 30 to 40 minutes, until hot and browned.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Like most avid collectors, my dishes are connected to something in my past. When I was a little girl my grandmother would always make me hot tea and serve it in a brightly colored Fiestaware cup. She would always add cream and let me put in as much sugar as I wanted. I can hear her voice even now warning me, "Don't scald your tongue." The dishes remind me of those amber tinted moments with her before things would get complicated in our lives. My dishes are place markers for those times and for that I am grateful, very grateful.
Monday, November 23, 2009
I am not really feeling the blog love tonight, but I am so close to my goal that I am soldiering on. I try very hard not to litter my blog with animal photos because much like children, pets are only interesting to the people connected to them. It is like, "Look here are more photos of things you are completely uninterested in." However, I am hoping to get away with it today because of the gratitude project. I am grateful today that my pets are always glad to see me.
No matter how crabby I get or how crappy my day has been my cats don't care. They are just happy I am back to scratch them behind the ears, refill the food and water bowls, and of course to turn on my electric blanket. I can tell them how much my day sucked and they listen, they have no clue what I am saying, but they at least watch my lips move. All of them are up for a cuddle and lovefest (except Grasshopper she is a touch me not kind of cat).
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Our small party stopped and paid our respect to St. Louis before heading into the museum and then we headed straight into the exhibit. We opted for the audio tour and head back to the sixteenth century Japan. I know so little about Japan and Japanese art; all of it was new to me. The panels were stunning from the deceptively simple and seeming monochromatic ones, to the very showy colorful panels overrun with characters. The panels with all the kimono clad people were remarkable because each figure had an unique expression on their tiny faces.
After the exhibit we did look at a few of the other treasures at the art museum. I showed the ladies my favorite piece, The convent doors from St. Isabel in Spain. The massive doors make my heart beat a little faster every time I see them. They are so intricate and impressive I am always swept away by the grandeur of the doors.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
If I had to pinpoint one thing that I am the most vain about, it is my hair. I am very particular about how it looks and work very hard to have every hair in place. A windy or a rainy day can really put me out of sorts, if my hair gets mussed. I don't know how or when I got so fixated with my coiffure, but it is true. And don't get me started on a bad hair day, it is ugly.
Woody puts up with my pickyness, and he gets my need to have perfect hair. My previous hairgod and I worked very hard to get to the correct angle of my bob and the just right shade of my locks. Sadly Ramie died taking those secrets with him. I miss my friend Ramie more than his hair-dressing skills, but Woody picked up the dye bottle and scissors for my fallen friend. I sat in the chair crying the first time I went to Woody. He just kept soothing me and reminding me that Ramie preferred to laugh. And laugh is exactly what Woody and I do when he works on my hair.
We laugh and tell blond jokes. We laugh and talk about my knitting. We laugh and gossip about some of the people we know. That really is the key here, Woody not only does a good job on my hair, he makes me laugh. I am so grateful he puts up with my demand for redder hair and the world's most perfect bob. I am grateful I found someone who gets just how vain I am about my hair and thinks it is asset, Thanks Woody I look fabulous because you care.
Friday, November 20, 2009
I love social activities and when you combine friendship with food. Well, it is bliss. Tonight was a double treat, my friends Bard and Kim joined my beautiful wife and I dinner. Kim continues to be a source of gratitude, you may remember her from Day Ten. When you add her partner, Barb, to the mix, the result is just delightful. The conversation always sparkles and the laughter is frequent.
Tonight they were especially gracious trying Japanese for the first time. Bravely, they tried new food and found edamame, tempura and udon noodles to be new favorites. I was just happy with the joy of sharing something I love with people I love. After dinner we sat around my dining room table, drinking hot tea, and just enjoying the warmth of each other company. Tonight it was Barb and Kim, but that feeling of comfort is always appreciated wherever it is found for this feeling I am grateful.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I was about to shuck this idea, how can a person be grateful for memory and then I made a cup of hot tea. There it was on the flap of my Celestial Seasonings, the reason to be grateful for my memories.
Oft in the stilly night Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me --Thomas Moore
Memory can be tricky. Somethings are better forgotten and I lack control to filter out the bad memories, but I will keep them all for the memories of my grandmothers, my first kiss, learning to knit, and the first time I saw my wife. I am grateful that I remember, always grateful.