Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tomorrow I get to see my sister and her family. Oh happy day! I also get to see my son in the same shot. Sis’ family is travelling to the ‘burg where Andy goes to school. My niece is swimming in a meet at my son’s college campus.
I have a kick-off meeting on a new project in the morning and then will head straight over the pass, hoping to catch my niece’s afternoon race. We’ll spend the evening and morning together. I believe Satchmo will be going with us.
I’m thinking a new Halloween costume may be in order. For Satch. Not me. There has been snow on the pass this weekend but it looks, according to the forecast, that I’ll be heading over and back in a break from the snow action. Which is a relief. I am not ready to test the snow worthiness of my car just yet.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Petite, curvy, brown-eyed
Generous, creative, witty
Gives great, thoughtful gifts
Plays with words
Delivers timely quips
She is my best friend.
L*** (last name)
Wear an apron and clear off the kitchen counter. You need a big surface and the flour dust, if done properly, will be down your front and on your face. This is not a pretty process, though it is beautiful.
Take this moment, before next steps to check the music you have on. Reload the CD player if you want. Good sing along music is a must. I recommend R.E.M. Some U2. Or something sultry and deep. Dianna Krall. If no boy is around, belt out Neil Diamond or Don McLean.
In a bowl put about ½ carton of Ricotta cheese. Take some Gambozola cheese, I don’t know, maybe about a half cup, less, if you want it more subtle. Break the Gambozola into little chunks into the ricotta. Go to the patio and harvest a big bunch of Italian parsley. Or sage. Or thyme. Whatever you have that is wanting to be picked. Though Rosemary might be a little to strong for this.
After the pasta dough has rested at least an hour (more is better) pull it out and take roughly a third of it. Make into a smooth ball and set in the middle of a well floured board. This is the directions for hand rolling. If you have succeeded at this once or twice then you can move to a pasta roller and crank out sheets down to number 2 thickness. But for the first few times you must hand roll. This labor is part of the experience. Keeping a little pile of flour on the edge of the board and brushing the top of the ball if things get sticky take your lightly floured roller (rolling pin) (a long roller is best as the pasta should get very big and very thin) and press down from the middle out. Again, after each motion, turn a quarter turn.
Boil up some broth or water with a little olive oil and salt. Toss in the tortellinis. Cook until the pasta turns clear, al dente. Drain. Toss with a little butter, olive oil fresh herbs and fresh grated Parmesan. Serve with a good salad and wine. Magnifico!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
This picture is a lie. But I like it anyway. Well, not a lie, but it hides the truth. The report is that they were not able to get ahead of the pain all night. Pain spasms continued non-stop from after surgery and casting, which were done mid-afternoon, until about 5 AM. Debbie was able to capture these fleeting smiles before they went on leave again.
This is testimony to a spirit that fights for any bright little thing. And to a mom and grandmother who fight every little thing for the owner of this beautiful smile. It's going to be a long haul. Thank you God, for Natalie's smile. Now please, could we maybe get more of these today. And when not these, some real good sleep and rest?
Thursday, October 8, 2009
I remember someone telling me, when I was expecting Andy, that being a mother is the hardest job, and the best job I would ever have. Which is probably true. For me. But it isn't the hardest job that anyone could have. After being with Julie in the hospital this summer, when she was in so much pain, and now, after being with Natalie in the hospital today, after her surgery, I know that the hardest job is not just being a mother, it's being a mother to a child who is suffering. And actually, there's an even harder job. It's being a mother of a child who is suffering and cannot communicate to you what is behind the suffering.
Natalie had surgery on her hips today. Something that will ultimately make her life less painful. But right now she is so uncomfortable. And in pain. In a few days she won't remember this level of pain. She may be uncomfortable and frustrated, but she will move beyond. Her mother, on the other hand, will not forget. If I could have, I would have traded place with Nat in that bed. Not a moment's hesitation. I would not be as graceful as Natalie. I'd probably swear at the nurses. Tell them "no, YOU relax!" Demand more drugs. Moan and sob. Upset everybody in the room.
But I do not think I would volunteer to trade places with Jill. Because one thing worse than being in so much pain is having your child in so much pain. Andy has had a few rough patches and when he's gone through those, it hurt my heart more than any of my own rough patches did.
So tonight, my heart is with three gals spending the night at Children's. Natalie of course. May she escape the pain on a cloud of sweet dreams that take her out of that bed to the place where she can dance with puppies and giggle in dress up clothes. May Jill see Natalie escape into the dream world and finally breath again and know that her daughter is finally at rest. And may Debbie, Jill's mom, Natalie's Grandmother, then experience the peace that only comes when her own are at peace. That would be a blessing. Because tomorrow that job, the hardest job, will be calling again.
Friday, October 2, 2009
I want to learn something. It’s like a craving. A muscle that needs to be used. I didn’t know I wanted to learn something. It’s just that an opportunity came up to take a class with a friend. A last minute invite. But, alas the class was already full. And I am left wanting. So I am left scouring the internet to find any kind of a Saturday class to take. No luck. Here are the kinds of classes I was not interested in:
- Martial arts…of any kinds. This is only good on cute little kids and nice looking men. Not for middle aged women. Doesn’t look good. Doesn’t sound good.
- Housecleaning lessons….um….no thanks. Not that I couldn’t use them. But I wouldn’t use them. ‘nuff said.
- Cooking basics. I don’t want to learn the basics. I want to eat the exotic. I do love most cooking classes. But not really what I’m in the mood for. (Though cake decorating I’d take…just couldn’t find one).
- Babysitting classes. Offered to girls eleven-and-a-half and up. Hmmm. Already learned the hard way. I wouldn’t mind babysitting a baby this weekend. Breathing in baby skin and exhaling sighs. But not an answer to my class cravings.
- Pet training. OK. I need it and Satchmo needs it. But I don’t WANT it.
- Self improvement seminars….like the “How to be a better you” type. No. no. NO. Fingers in ears, humming obnoxiously. I am fifty years old. I need to fix EVERYTHING. I could be more motivated, cultivated, palliated, educated, extricated, energated (OK, I made a few of those up). But I find these kinds of classes (and books) totally demotivating. I know I could be oh-so-much a better person. But then I wouldn’t be me. So no, NO, self improvement classes are out. (Would you like me to tell you how I really feel?)
- Dancing class of some sort. Just can’t imagine taking without a partner. And then I think about the kind of guy who would agree to go to a dancing class with me and realize I wouldn’t like that kind of guy. I am not used to the kind of guy that would do something like that just for a woman he loves. And if he does it because it’s something he loves I just kind of get the feeling that he wouldn’t be good at other things that are important to me in a guy…like…you know… um…sheet dancing.
What sounds better to me:
- Author readings
- Stand up comedy class
- Writing workshop (maybe food or travel writing)
- Acrylic painting
- Cake decorating
- Glass blowing
- Trampoline jumping
- Paper making
- Plastic surgery
- Meditation retreat…where snoring is not only accepted, but encouraged
- Wine tasting
- How to make those cute little decorations like flowers and hearts in the top of my latte foam (really, I’ve been trying to figure this out for a long time. I may have to go back to Europe to get it down)
- Blogging for money
So now I have an itch. An itch for a class. Dang-nabbit. It’s a restless feeling I’m left with. I shall see how I get rid of this desire. I think a nice glass of Cabernet, or three, should do. Usually cures me of any motivation!