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| no it's not my birthday month, but a poodle can celebrate anyway |
talking to friends
I was lucky enough this week to chat with Cindy, Lane, Diane in Texas, and Joy. It makes such a difference, being with friends. Zoom and FT are fine ways to visit... almost like being there
TV and streaming
Brokenwood is back, Murdoch is back (ACORN) we're watching Midwives on PBS, and I'm enjoying Traitors (on Peacock) Australia
The Amazing Race season is coming to a finish this week, so what will replace this as a must see show for us?
Want to learn
I want to learn how to sing harmony. I like to sing, but have an alto voice. I haven't found a good lesson on how to harmonize, they all say, sing a third or fifth note up. I can't just know what a third sounds like til I go up a note, then another and by then the song is in the middle! Crikey!
I also want to learn to roll my R's in Italian. Not one decent instructional video for that either.
Grateful
DH went with me to urgent care twice and to an emergency visit with an ENT at UCHealth in the last two weeks. I am phobic of hospitals and doctors and rubbish in an emergency. He was steadfast.
watching on youtube
OMG I wish humans were as welcoming as these sheep...
https://youtube.com/shorts/zbXX58W7gK4?si=tD1Kz6dcjp5cfWRMFine Dining
tried this recipe, dividing it in half because we had one can of beets, and it was like old time good...
note we don't like cornstarch and use arrowroot to thicken... delish but not photogenic
https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/92773/grandmas-harvard-beets/
made a new to us recipe for thumbprint cookies... very buttery shortbread texture and so good
Made some garbanzo bean soup, and homemade bread too this week. Don't like to cook, DO like to eat
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| recipe from Jenny Can Cook |
The prompt this week is : how do you celebrate your birthday?
Growing up, I always had some kind of party... at home of course, with pin the tail on the donkey kind of games and 25 cent prizes for the winners. A store bought cake with decorations sat on the dining room table from that morning... it was considered fancy rather than a home made cake that would taste better! I always blew out candles, and asked for one of those greasy icing flowers of course.
As I aged I had sleep over parties, and when I turned 13 I think, I had a movie party with three girlfriends. I wore a mini skirt and fishnet stockings for the first time, where my fat squeezed through the squares and gave me a rash! I had a newsboy corderoy hat, my hair was bobbed, I wore blue eyeshadow and white lipstick.
I was engaged before I met my husband, to a lovely man who made a lot of effort for my birthdays. Once he set up for me to have time off work, bought us plane tickets and a hotel stay in NYC to go to a major wholesale craft show. Once he set up a surprise party, and it was one of two I've had in my life.
My Canadian boyfriend set up the other surprise party, and for the first time, I had intuition hit me full on while I showered I saw lots of friends gathering and laughing. Unmistakable. I was stunned, got ready didn't say anything on the way to the friend's house for dinner. Surprise! I often now have those intuition moments and do not discount them.
My husband and I always took a trip, or did something special we'd never done, on my birthday weekend. A trip to NYC with show, shopping, carriage ride, dinner at Tavern on the Green. Trip to Newport RI, Poconos, Mystic Seaport.
Now that I can't leave the house safely because of allergy to vaccines, I make my own cake. If I'm lucky my generous but gift impaired husband might have purchased a gift. Life is what you make it, but sometimes you can't make it into what you want. It's my birthday in a few days, and I'm glad I'm able to make something of the day.
When I was born, my birth mother gave me to the adopted mother. The doctor told Mary not to get attached to me as I wouldn't make it. I was teeny at 4 lbs, my liver didn't function, I was too weak to eat. Then I grew... As the story goes my birth mother wanted the best for me, and she felt as a single mother she couldn't provide that. Sad. (the placement wasn't a nice one as it turns out) but one day, I'd like to meet her family, maybe even my birth father (who was Italian) family, and belong somewhere.
So birthdays... where you celebrate the fact that this glorious person was born in the same time period as you were... are special to me, how about you? I don't think, I'm so old, I save that for when the body fails throughout the year lol. I think, well, here I am. Why am I here and how can I add goodness to the earth's family.
Milo's moment
well y'all I dodged a bullet this weekend.
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| Grrrr you will not win hooman |
(Daddy: a heartworm pill is to keep you safe, we have early summers here now)
Milo: whatever. Then Daddy tried to drown me in the shower
(Daddy: it was just a bath, Drama King! You smelled like pee)
Milo: it's my signature fragrance... not worth manhandling me and putting soap all over me just to rinse it off with a power hose
Daddy: it's the same shower we use... oh my dog
Milo: then Mama tried to skin me alive with that noisy machine
Mama: The shaver. Just the shaver, just like I use on Daddy's hair. Scissors and a shaver. Same.
Milo: just because you pin him to the chair with that cloth over him and vibrate his head the same way doesn't make it right. Haven't you noticed when you shave him, I am always there to supervise? In case you cut off an ear? sheesh, my worries are many.
Mama: well you smell much nicer, I can now see your eyes, your fluffy hair isn't tangled, and you're cooler. Isn't that good?
Milo: oh don't try to get out of it... I made it out alive this time...
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| well, I admit I'm cooler, but I also look more Blue |
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