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Unforgotten Words

Unforgotten Words

I am a Dewy Blossom in the Garden of Life. Regardless of my age I refuse to admit that I’m, ahem, older. Yes, time is marching past, but it does so without my cooperation. I have given up in some respects. Gravity will pull my skin down. Body parts will settle where I never intended them to settle.  Yet my spirit is indomitable. I will be a Dewy Blossom in the Garden of Life until the day I stick my spoon in the wall. (Isn’t that a great expression?  It means to kick the bucket, which is another great expression.)

All that said, I will admit to being of an age when my education meant having to learn multiplication tables, all sorts of dates, recite large sections of the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and Shakespeare. We weren’t allowed to use calculators when they did get produced small enough to afford one or be able to carry it.

The other day I happened to run across a poem, Invictus, that I was forced to memorize. I think, if you added them all up, I had to memorize about fifty pieces of literature or poetry during my elementary or high school years. I can still recite Mark Anthony’s speech from Julius Cesar and the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. I have other bits of poetry floating around in my brain.

How about you? I’ll bet you remember this, too:

Invictus, by William Earnest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. 

 

Yippee Kai Yay, Y’all!

Yippee Kai Yay, Y’all!

I am feeling wonderfully well, y’all. I’m finally able to surface from the fog of no caffeine. I swear, I am so pure now. I don’t smoke. I only drink water. I watch what I eat. Man, I’m almost a princess. 🙂

I’m actually surprised that giving up coffee, tea, and sodas was so easy. I don’t have to do the whole coffee thing in the morning or worry about only drinking herbal tea. It’s basically simplified a lot for me, so that’s a good thing. The trick is to continue to abstain. 

Tomatoes and other foods might be more difficult. I have to look up everything before I order it or put it into my mouth. Let’s see, I’ve gone from low carb to ketogenic to anti-inflammation to an anti-acid reflux diet. Good grief.

Stanley has been the best cuddle buddy and the sweetest thing the past few days. We’ve developed this weird habit of watching Too Cute every evening. I ask him if he wants to watch kitties and puppies and he goes to sit in front of the fireplace and looks up at the TV. I’ve never had a dog actually watch TV before, but he will watch for about 30 minutes before getting bored.

He whines a little whenever he sees another dog. I wonder if he’s lonely. If he is, there isn’t much I could do about it unless I get another dog. I’m not ready for another dog. What do you think? What does whining mean?

Have you noticed that San Antonio has been in the news lately, and not in a good way? There was a case of an 8 month year old buried by his father. The story was that he was abducted, but he wasn’t. Another story: a woman gave the Secret Service what for when they came to interview her about saying that the president should be assassinated. Okay, what happened with people having a teensy, bitty, bit of class, y’all? Anyway, I’m embarrassed about some of the actions of my fellow citizens.

In my neighborhood we have a loose chicken. Plus coyotes. Ergo, no more loose chicken. The other day one of the neighbors was hysterical because her pig and her pug got out.

I’m exceedingly boring compared to my neighbors, but I’m still a Dewy Blossom Princess in the Garden of Life. 

What do you think about Gillette coming out with an ad campaign against masculine men? Good grief, talk about shooting yourself in the foot…

Speaking of commercials, I love the Sling commercials with the couple who act like they’re swingers. Fun and imaginative.

And, speaking of TV I have found myself watching Dr. Pimple Popper. Yep, I’m actually fascinated by other people’s blemishes, lipomas, and skin diseases. It makes me very thankful for my good skin. There are many times when I have to close my eyes, but the fact that I’m watching it amazes me.

I could always blame it on no coffee. 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Tremendously Lazy Day

A Tremendously Lazy Day

I’ve been diagnosed with a form of acid reflux. I suspected as much due to some weird things that happened in the past month.

The upshot is that I am on a diet that eliminates a lot of foods. Most specifically, however, I can’t drink coffee, tea, or any kind of carbonation. I do have a reverse osmosis drinking water system, though, and my water tastes great.

For the past year I’ve been drinking decaffeinated coffee. Decaf still has some caffeine. Plus, I’ve been augmenting it with caffeine from time to time. So, for the past two days – without any caffeine at all – I’ve been asleep more than I’ve been awake. I have absolutely NO energy.

Stanley has been my nap buddy.

He’s sitting on my lap right now. We took a nap about an hour after we got up. Then another one a few hours after that. We may take another one in a few minutes. He’s not recuperating from the effects of caffeine, but he is willing to nap whenever.

We saw the trailers for Aquaman and A Dog’s Way Home a little while ago. He whined all during the dog movie, but didn’t seem impressed by Aquaman. I want to see both of them, but I will wait until they’re available to rent.

I had to work Saturday and Sunday so I’ve considered Thursday and today my weekend. That’s what I’m telling myself so I don’t feel guilty.

Stanley has fallen asleep in the time it took to type the above. I got a message from his FitBark yesterday: Stanley seems to be sleeping more than usual. Is he feeling all right? I turned off the notifications. I wanted to tell them that Stanley was doing sleep therapy, thanks, and mind your own business. 

Just think what I’m going to be like off all stimulants. No coffee. No tea. No soda. I will be so mellow I’ll be annoying as hell. No more ranting for me. I won’t be awake long enough.

 

 

My Mother’s Gloves

My Mother’s Gloves

My mother was a very fashionable woman. For years she was a Colonel’s Lady. She was President of the Officers’ Wives Clubs in at least three cities and two foreign countries. She modeled on the side. She was the epitome of grace, poise, and beauty.

We won’t talk about what a disappointment it must have been to have a galloping elephant of a daughter. (No kidding, I went to finishing school in Switzerland – lasted six months. Plus, I attended two charm schools that lasted three months each. I was taught to walk with a book on my head, how to sit without looking at your chair, and how to descend a staircase in a ball gown. Still shaking my head about those lessons.)

But back to Mom. In addition to being gorgeous, my mother was sweet. She was NICE in all caps. She thought about other people. She also made chores fun. (Unless you count cleaning my room. Yuck.)

One chore I still remember was massaging my mother’s gloves.

Mom never went anywhere without kid gloves. She washed them every month or so in this solution that preserved and cleaned the leather. The only problem was, as they dried, the leather became like desiccated skin. You had to massage them for at least an hour to get that supple kid leather appearance back.

I do not know how she did it, but it was a chore that both my brother and I wanted to do. It was boring and difficult and your hands hurt when you finished, but we both vied to be the one to massage the gloves.

Kind of like massaging the margarine. When we lived in Canada the margarine came in a plastic package with a dye pack of red in the center. In order to change the color of the margarine from white to a more pleasing yellow you had to puncture the dye pack, warm the margarine in your hands, and sit there and massage it. It was another one of those chores that was boring, repetitive, but that we both wanted to do.

We must have been very deprived back in the day.

Isn’t it funny the memories that punctuate your childhood? My mother’s gloves sort of epitomize her to me. Also her style of parenting. I think she was part fairy princess.

How about you? Do you have odd memories that bring back your childhood?

Another Chapter in My Coffee Wars

Another Chapter in My Coffee Wars

Two months ago I rebelled again. I was tired of paying $80.00 for a shipment of Peet’s decaf coffee k-cups. It was the only decaf coffee I liked. It came out to about $.75 per Keurig k-cup or – as I read somewhere – the equivalent of $20.00 a pound.

So, I started researching decaf coffee beans again. I knew that the Kicking Horse brand of decaf was wonderful, but also mucho expensive. It uses the Swiss water extraction method of removing caffeine which is much better for you than the chemical process most coffee makers use. Kicking Horse has to be the BEST decaf in the entire world. It’s wonderful and it has a kick (pun intended) that most decaf coffees lack. 

Along with my search for coffee beans I also started looking for coffee makers. (I had donated all my coffee makers to Salvation Army.) I wanted something inexpensive, easy, fast, and safe that brewed a good cup of coffee.

For the last two months I’ve been in luv. I bought the Bonavita coffee maker.

It is so cool and amazingly fast. Plus, it brews a wonderful cup of coffee. I don’t think I could go back to Keurig now. It only takes minutes more than the Keurig and the coffee is stronger. If I have to drink decaf I want it to taste good.

Oh, and here’s my winner for taste testing – Don Pablo decaf – using the Swiss water extraction method. It’s much less expensive than Kicking Horse, but it’s as good. (I buy it from their website.)

The Keurig is still on my counter. I use it for hot water for tea.

How about you? Do you have to drink decaf like I do? (My blood pressure is affected by caffeine.) Have you ever tried Kicking Horse or Don Pablo coffee?

I Covet…I Yearn

I Covet…I Yearn

This is the Roomba i7+. It is $949.00. It looks like it would be worth it, but it’s just on my wish list for now. Way down on my wish list after a new bathroom and kitchen floor.

However, it does something no other Roomba does. It empties its own dirt tray. That’s the ONLY thing bad about a Roomba. It’s a pain in the wazzoo to clean those things. However, I LOVE my Roombas. I run them about three times a week and only use the regular vacuum once every two months or so.

Here’s a great review video about the new version: 

Oh, and if it’s something you want to buy for Christmas, here’s the link.

(I’m still lusting in my heart. Sigh.)