yeah I know you did not ask!
I have been receiving so many emails of late that state, “You have been selected!”, that I am beginning to feel like a ball in a cage at a bingo parlor.
Bingo!

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yeah I know you did not ask!
I have been receiving so many emails of late that state, “You have been selected!”, that I am beginning to feel like a ball in a cage at a bingo parlor.
Bingo!
One of the ways that Señora spoils me is to make me a grilled cheese sandwich from time to time. She is especially apt to do this if I am frantically rushing, gathering the necessaries to go to the golf course, or if I am in the the middle of a honey-do project around our abode.
I find her grilled cheese sandwiches especially delectable. While making a grilled cheese is not an especially challenging culinary chore, when I make one they are never quite as exquisite as those that Señora creates. Externally, they look the same, the beautiful deep brown color of bread essentially fried in a vat of butter – and yes I take my cholesterol pill religiously. The difference is on the inside. Her sandwiches have a creamy, melted cheese interior with the cheese dripping from the edges. I can never get mine to do that.
But I recently discovered her secret, she puts the cheese on a plate and pre-softens it in the microwave and then weaves the cheese into a piece of art on the bread before popping the tasty gastronomic treasure into the skillet with more butter.
Yum, yum.
I might be able to recreate her sandwich now, but it would still be lacking that one important ingredient that makes her sandwich so special, TLC.
And so it goes.
I went to the golf course the other day and picked up a game with a twosome on the first tee, two gentlemen around my age. We rocked along for 16 or so holes playing golf and occasionally, occasionally conversing. Somehow the conversation turned to social media.
I remarked that I was not on any of it currently, and that I had gotten off of Facebook years ago after discovering that I did not like many of my relatives. At least a big part of that was that many of my relatives had huge problems with my liberal politics and agnostic stance on religion, and I with their conservative politics and evangelic religion.
After hearing my comment about not liking my relatives, one of the gentleman remarked, “I don’t like anyone.”
Well…I did not know quite know what to say after that. I’m not sure I have ever heard misanthrope so openly avowed.
“No drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If we’re looking for the source of our troubles, we shouldn’t test people for drugs, we should test them for stupidity, ignorance, greed and love of power.” ~~ P.J. O’Rourk
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I found myself in my retirement sleeping in later than I cared to do, giving me a feeling that I had wasted half the day. To give myself a purpose to rise at a reasonable hour I started setting my Skype Spanish lessons for 0900 hours or thereabouts. Not wanting to look totally like a homeless person on Skype while I am talking to folks in Central and South America, I usually shower first, get dressed and then sit in front of the camera.
Señora once told me all I need to do is put on a nice shirt as no one is going to see my from the waist down. Well, I am not really willing to do that. Talk about your ugly American… One morning I was running a little late so I grabbed a pair of shorts hanging Continue reading “I’m Too Sexy…”
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“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”
Just to put this in context, Señora and I are fast approaching our 9th wedding anniversary.
So… I am sitting on the porcelain throne in the downstairs bathroom this morning reading a few pages from Rabbi Joseph Telushkin‘s delightful book, Words That Hurt, Words that Heal.
Interrupting my meditations and reading, there is a banging on the bathroom door followed by, “Are you in there?”
In reply I said, “Of course I am, it is 0932 and I have had two cups of coffee.”
Señora goes on, “Do you want to get married again?”
To which I answered, “Will I have more privacy in the morning if we do?”
Apparently that was not the correct response.
“Here is where the Republican game plan is the most audacious: They want to distract you into believing that gay marriage, black history, Disney World and library books are more of a threat to our children than AR-15s… Don’t tell us that a 10-year-old is too young to learn about the history of slavery but not too young to run active-shooter drills when she learns how to play dead.” ~~ J. B. Pritzker, Governor of Illinois
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I was more or less raised on the east coast. But I also spent a lot of summers in Oklahoma. Both my parents had rural, agrarian upbringings, one in Kentucky, land of beautiful horses and fast women, and the other in Oklahoma. One of my siblings has described Oklahoma as southern and western, but definitely not southwestern. Under their cowboy hats, Okies definitely operate with a southern sensibility. For many years I was married to a highly educated woman who grew up in the boondocks of Arkansas. She was buried so deep in the pine forests and mountains of rural Arkansas that the first black person she encountered was when she went away to college. She and her mishpocha had a very southern, rural way of speaking. When we would go back to visit her parents, the closer to their home we were, the more country her speech became. The same phenomenon happened the further afield we ranged. Once we were on vacation in New England, and I had to frequently translate for her. The Yankees up there were baffled by her accent, and she, not infrequently, by theirs.
So why I am I bringing this up? Continue reading “Okeisms – Southernisms “
One more video of a song we heard performed at the Woodyfest in Okemah, OK. Grant Peeples was a last minute replacement for an act that became sick. His claim to fame is that he opened for Dan Berns one time at a famous venue in Atlanta, GA. The singer-songwriter career path is a strange and frequently a not-for-profit journey. But there does seem to be a lot of these troubadours out there, struggle though it may be.