Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Add to that the fact a lot of words have multiple meanings and we're talking millions of words!
It is mind-boggling that we have that many words at our disposal and still can't communicate very well with each other.
I depend on my thesaurus to find a word with the right shade of meaning. I often have to settle for another word that doesn't quite express what I mean. It seems we will never have enough words to convey the exact thing we want to say.
It is time we start to work on becoming telepathic! Not so much to exchange facts, but to have empathy for each other. Wouldn't this make for a more compassionate, peaceful world?
Now, who do we go to with this great idea?
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
I've read that the incidence of asthma has been increasing in the population. And yet...back in the sixties when my kids were little, both of their parents were smokers. Their healthy little lungs were polluted with second-hand smoke on a daily basis. What kind of people would do that?! How could we have been so ignorant and selfish?
We humans seem to blunder our way around the planet doing insanely destructive things without any regard for the consequences. Then we have to struggle to repair the damage in a costly last ditch effort. We rarely succeed.
We really don't deserve this beautiful, incredible Earth. The single largest man-made structure on the planet? The answer is Fresh Kills, the rubbish dump on Staten Island, NY. It is close to 5 square miles in area and exceeds both the Great Wall of China and the pyramids in volume. It was closed for good after debris from the World Trade Center was deposited there in 2001.
Thankfully, they are now flattening and landscaping the area and plan to make it into a park.
I still wonder, though, will there ever be intelligent life on Earth?
Monday, April 27, 2009
When my mom died ten years ago, I said, "Well, I guess I'm the matriarch now." Still I never really sensed it until this past weekend. I'm not talking about being the family CEO or Diva, I'm talking about the tremendous pride in being surrounded by all the dear people who make me so happy and fulfilled. I could simply sit back and revel in how fortunate I am.
I spent the weekend in Fergus Falls MN, my former hometown where my oldest daughter and her family live. Her son (my youngest grandchild, Allen) was confirmed on Sunday morning in the church we attended. I got great enjoyment in seeing old friends at church.
It was a joyous weekend on many levels (we also celebrated Cindy's 50th birthday). My three daughters and spouses, my ex-husband, several granddaughters and great-granddaughters were at the after-church dinner in the community room at my ex's apartment building. With my son-in-law's relatives, Cindy hosted 30 people for a lovely dinner and did a wonderful job.
I know I sound like the society page in the Smalltown Gazette, but I just had to brag a little.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I found this picture on ebay showing two Feemster peelers for sale
for $9.99. They were advertised as "Great-grandma's potato peelers".
I have never had one like that shown on the left, (sorry, I don't know how to crop or enlarge photos) but the one on the right is my potato peeler. This is the kind that I learned to peel potatoes with as a child. I was often pressed into helping make supper and since we had meat and potatoes at every meal, I peeled a whopping lot of potatoes during my youth.
When I became a "housewife" (ugly term) I got my first Feemster to peel potatoes. Over the years I tried other types of peelers but found them so awkward that I always returned to my old faithful. To this day, I find it almost impossible to peel potatoes without my Feemster.
When my mom died ten years ago, I inherited her potato peeler (actually, nobody else wanted it). I had the luxury of two of them in my utensil drawer. I felt so secure having a backup one.
One day recently, I discovered one of them was missing. I was worried sick. I was down to a single ancient Feemster--what if it broke? What if that one disappeared? Thinking I might have accidentally thrown it away, I pulled the plastic garbage bag out of the waste basket and carefully sorted through potato peelings, coffee grounds and various un-recyclables. It was a messy job but darn it, my Feemster was at stake! I searched through all the kitchen drawers several times and racked my brain over where it could have gone. I was discombobulated--I was living on the edge of disaster.
Several days later I was digging something out of a lower cupboard and noticed some baggies had fallen out of the drawer above. This rang a bell in my cluttered brain. I went over to the lower cupboard under the utensil drawer, and there, behind the bread pans was my beloved potato peeler! I had found it!
OK, so this was not an earth-shaking moment, but coming to the end of your supply of something nearly irreplaceable is scary. There's something sorta apocolyptic about it. Therefore, I write this post in the calm assurance that there are two Feemster potato peelers safely tucked away in my utensil drawer.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
I am, however, the queen of rhetorical questions. Another occurred to me when we were having coffee with pie after Easter dinner.
HOW COME Mr. Coffee has been making coffee makers since the 70's but still can't make a pot that doesn't dribble?! Wouldn't you think that after nearly fifty years, those fiendish minds who keep making a different shape pot for every coffee maker would have accidentally stumbled onto a really effective spout design?
I have water pitchers that don't dribble, I have Tupperware containers that don't dribble, I even have measuring cups that don't dribble!
There are other brands of coffee makers that make equally bad coffee pots but Mr. Coffee has been around the longest. Maybe it's going to take Ms. or Mrs. Coffee to figure it out!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
- "Is this the lady who washes?" ... "No"... "Well, you dirty pig!"
- "Is your refrigerator running?"... "Yes"..."Well, you better go catch it!"
- "Do you have Prince Albert in the can?"..."Yes"..."Well, you better let him out!"
(If these don't make sense to you, ask a more "mature" person.)
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Years ago, when I had four kids in five years, I realized that having a clean house was an unrealistic (and unreachable) goal. My house was where my family resided but was never my primary role.
I still feel that way. It seems kinda sad to retire only to spend your remaining years doing nothing but cooking and cleaning for yourself. You really need to get a life!
Anyway, this attitude creates a problem when I'm having guests. I'm doing Easter dinner for ten people and I have to start cleaning now. The menu is:
- Baked ham and salmon
- Hash brown casserole
- Four bean salad
- Waldorf salad
- Dinner rolls
- Relish tray
- Cherry pie
- Lemon meringue pie
Then after the guests and food are all gone. I will start back on a diet eating vegetable soup and sugar free jello. I am getting SO BORING!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
- Decorate it with cute curtains or window treatments.
- Hang planters in front of it.
- Put pretty stained glass doodads on it.
- Ripen tomatoes on the window sill.
- Root plant cuttings.
- Watch your kids.
- Watch your neighbors.
- Watch the changing of the seasons.
- Watch birds and wildlife.
- It's a great place to grow cactus or succulents.
- And best of all, catch the spring breezes.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Now, I saw this picture on a fellow bloggers post and that old feeling came over me again. I want to get in a car with a few pals and hit the open road looking for adventure...or at least a good time...or even a swell restaurant. I'm dreaming about a devil-may-care time where money is no object and everyone you see envies you because you're having so much fun.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
She's enthusiastic about getting it done and I don't blame her. If I would have had that option at her age, I'd have done it too. It's not her fault she's overweight because she inherited the same
big-belly genes that I did. My mom had a big belly as did all her sisters.
I can't help but wonder what is the evolutionary benefit to having a big belly? It makes for nice soft, bouncy mommies but it really screws up your Body Mass Index. The "apple" body shape is reputed to be the most likely to produce diabetes and heart trouble which makes for grandmas that don't live as long. Of course, in evolutionary terms, grandparents are largely expendable.
I guess I shouldn't complain though. At my 50th class reunion in September, I met a classmate who was awaiting her first grandchild. Not only do I have eight really neat grandkids, but three darling great-granddaughters.
I will now close and
count my blessings.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
I spent much of Wednesday getting my taxes done. I'm getting enough money back that I can replace the washer and dryer--both purchased in 1990. The dryer drum goes ka-thunk, ka-thunk and the washer shrieks like a banshee in spin cycle. The poor cats and I have tolerated this long enough.
Today I was back over at the clinic sitting at the lobby desk (nothing untoward today). By the time I had lunch and read all my emails, blogs and facebook entries, I've started running out of steam (or whatever it is that propels my feeble brain).
April is going to be a hectic month. I won't bore you with the details. But, I'm oh-so grateful that I'm retired.
To all you ER fans, enjoy the finale tonight.