Tuesday, September 8, 2009

A Quick, Very Quick "Hi"

Salvia aka Flaming Tongues

The computer arrived last night just at suppertime. Busy time. I did visit many of you last evening and wished that I had time to make a comment.

Today, I have the laptop all day, but with three appointments and a visit from my mother and grocery shopping to do... Well, you can see how we'll just have to wait another week to catch up.

Have I told you how much you are missed? Oh, right, every time. Well, take care of yourselves and I'll be back again one day. (No, as far as I know, I am not related to Frosty the Snowman.)

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Pumpkin Pie Day

John enjoyed a banner day yesterday when both his sister and I decided to bake him a pumpkin pie. Do great minds think alike or what? It must have been the autumnal quality of our first day of September. Such crisp, delightful weather we are enjoying!

Now this dual pie business nearly turned into a duel because John shared all that I am going to share with you with his sister. Oh my! I do not have that man trained.

Naturally, with two pumpkin pies here, we three did a taste test. I called Nan and John the county fair judges and asked them to judge. (I can see your heads shaking out there.) Anyway, the proceedings began and I asked for their comments. Both judges said, "These pies are excellent."

"Yes," I pressed, "but why specifically?"

Two of the most reluctant judges I've ever seen, I had to repeatedly assure them that I had no need to take top honors. I don't bake a lot of pumpkin pies and I don't have a special recipe. The recipe for mine came right off the can of pumpkin filling. My sister-in-law baked an Impossible Pumpkin Pie with no crust. She says it's easy...just blend all the ingredients in a blender and pour into a greased pie plate. Mine was not so easy.

After much hemming and hawing, John said, "Yours is best."


"Because I love you."

"More like you have to live with me."

Just for the record, I liked his sister's pie the best. It was more full-bodied and delicious. I did like my crust, which you can find the recipe for on my sidebar. I never have trouble making a yummy, flaky crust using the recipe posted; it's all about the ice cubes!

Later I heard him talking with his sister and explaining all this. My face flushed beet red and I zipped directly to him and the phone and wrested it from his grip.

His sister and I had a rather one-sided discussion...I had a lot of explaining to do. I certainly hope that this does not mean that she'll never bake for us again. After all, John is already praying for the day when we both decide to bake him an apple pie.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Edwinda, Et Al

The social worker pats Nan's hand as my grandmother describes how loathesome she finds her oxygen tubing.

"It goes wherever I don't want it to go and trips me or gets stuck. It's the devil incarnate."

The social worker's eyes widen and she grins a little.

"Yes, but it also provides you with the oxygen you need. Is there a different way to think about it?"

Thus we have Edwinda the Oxygen Hose that truly is a friend sustaining life even if she is quite mischievous. I've just stumbled over her for the umpteenth time this morning.

Edwinda is a take-off on a name I have found intriguing for most of my life. Any Edwinas out there? When I was a child about three, my mother and I lived with my grandmother for the time that my father was stationed overseas. She also had a lodger named Edwina. Edwina was the home economics teacher at the high school right across the street. Everyone called her "Ed."

This was the source of much confusion for me as in my three-year-old mind I believed that Edwina's name was Ed Whiner. The tears I shed over that. What mother in her right mind would name her poor little girl "Ed"? It took me years to get it figured out. Even when my mother would find me in tears and try to explain, the situation just became more concrete.

"Vee, her name is Edwina."

Right, I know that. Her name is Ed Whiner. *Sob*

This confusion with names continued throughout childhood. My grandfather had a dear friend named Emerson Budd. He called him "Budd." Therefore, I called him "Mr. Emerson." I never understood the mirth surrounding that. Both men would chuckle and sometimes Mr. Emerson, errr Mr. Budd, would slap his knee. Obviously, they enjoyed the joke as they never bothered to correct me.

In college, I had several close friends. We were terribly protective of each other and always made certain to know where one was going and with whom. One of the gals began dating a young man I didn't know. I asked for his last name and received this response: "No, Vee."

"Why won't you tell me his name?"

"No, Vee."

"What's the matter with you? Why won't you tell me his name?"

"NO, VEE."

"Well for crying out loud. All I want to know is his name."

Okay, don't you think "Novee" is a weird last name? What are the odds? Obviously, my friends had great fun with that one, too.

So, have any of you ever had similar trouble with names?


In other news, I am able to borrow my daughter's laptop once a week. That's her picure above setting it up for me. Since I didn't get her permission to post a picture, I hope that the pop art will be okay. I have found the laptop quite the challenge. Today I have warned everyone that I have a computer and will be unavailable for anything beyond the rudimentary chores. In other words, "Don't bug me." Hope that I can skate to visit many of you today! I've missed you like crazy.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

A Quick Update

Sometimes you never know what will happen, eh? That computer still sits on my desk growing dustier by the day. There is not much chance of getting it fixed any time soon and I hate that. Am trying to "sit with it" since this is how it must be. In the meantime, I am posting from the library and trying not to be concerned about the folks peeking over my shoulder. For that reason, I am closing comments until I get back. (I see that a lot of junk shows up when one is not around to maintain.) Hope that all is well with each of you and please know how much I miss you all. Take care and keep looking up!