IT'S CHRISTMAS! 2021 VERSION (WEEK OF DEC 20)

 

Silly thought as we were stashing extra food items for the big "reveal" on Christmas day. Living in a northern state we actually rejoice at the colder weather for a variety of reasons (no mosquitos is a biggie for me). But it does provide extra cold storage space. When we say "where are we going to put this stuff?" Why in the "garage refrigerator" of course. Cools extra beer and soda too. Lemons to lemonade.

Started the celebration early as the Robel family came over at lunchtime Christmas Eve. (Fortunately, Santa had made a stop earlier in the week.) Consequently we were ready for the next morning as long as a certain room did not get breached early by the "believer" who eagerly tracked the big guy's progress across the world on his phone. He even scored a personal message from the bearded one stating Joe's "good behavior" status would serve him well the next day. 

Tradition dictates that we order chinese food for dinner Christmas Eve. Learning from the past, we called in our order shortly after five and were told an hour wait (which is followed by a half hour wait when you get there).  All part of the fun though as the restaurant is swamped with excited chatter in both Mandarin and English while the kitchen whips out order after order. Scorning any technology apparently, orders are written down and passed on to the kitchen by the multi-tasking maitre d, phone in one ear, fingers flying on the cash register and menu pad. Not understanding chinese, it appears that major fights are breaking out between the kitchen staff and Mama proprieter as they zip around filling orders on virtual roller skates. Much yelling or maybe that's just how it sounds.  Although the chinese take-away was jammed, the adjoining Sub and pizza places were having a more leisurely evening. But everyone is in a good mood and it's all just part of the show. Plus we get our free Chinese calendar! But alas they forgot the fortune cookies : (

Speaking of cookies, Joe helped me make our Christmas batch. Nothing fancy on his part, just some egg cracking (usually all over him) and some mixing. Later after they were baked I said don't you want one? "No", he said, "I don't want to eat something I had my hands in." Huh? He did wash his hands, but the dough was kind of sticky as he tried to get it off the spoon.  LOL. He may have a problem later in life when he has to make his own meals...

Before the horde, er, er, the guests arrived I was trying to figure out what was in the plastic container Kristen had left on the hallway bench.  Opening it I thought it looked like some dried up chocolate chips and wondered why she didn't present them for the cookie bake-a-thon. Upon tasting one, I understood why. I had just crunched down on some of Zoe's dinner (Zoe is the dog). The OH thought the faux pas hilarious and I didn't die so all is well. Zoe was cool with it all-she was after turkey anyway.

The dolpins sweat shirt below was a must-have; size be damned.                                    

Though big disappointment that my sister and her new husband had to cancel last minute (loss of 2 pies and shrimp ring-oh yes their company as well), at least that meant everyone could squeeze into the living room. Though I had various seating locations-kitchen, basement, even outside set up, everyone opted for the one area afraid to miss anything I guess. Kids had given us a lamp post sized heater so even the deck was comfy when one of the party escaped to get some air and another to "vape". Eventually like lemmings, the rest floated out there too for a bit. The OH and I stayed busy creating and serving each course and refilling drinks. He's the cook, I'm the wait staff. Several bottles of wine appeared from guests and a bouquet of flowers from first-timers as well as a pineapple upside down cake from big Sis. But everyone kept ordering mimosas and shots.

Secret Santa has kind of deteriorated into a lot of booze-type gifts, though one thought an offering of a 24 pack of quilted Northern was appropriate-it got traded.  My "Naughty and Nice" bottles of wine got picked by the middle school participant so I had to sacrifice myself on my pick to take it back.  She grabbed the sweet smelling lotions and creams from an earlier player so it all worked out.

This game used to be a lot more cutthroat in the old days with much trading going on and lasting forever. Dad would put on quite a show of selecting just the right package performing a little dance around the intriguingly wrapped parcels. The best time was when he didn't remember what he gave before so when he got it back the next year, he was more than pleased. 

After a two hour cleanup, we collapsed in two puddles and contemplated life and left-overs. I had great intentions of finishing off the bubbly, but moving was too much effort and more dishes not a desirable option.  All and all a successful celebration. Peace out and love to all and sundry...Merry Merry

                                                                                       

REMEMBERING CHRISTMAS PAST

 

I wrote this article several years ago and hestitated to bring it out again, but I happened to see it recently and felt compelled to post it again. It is not possible to go through the holiday season without memories of the past - both good and bad.  It was cathartic when I wrote it and so much has changed but that may be the point. Joy has a way of creeping out just like a single candle in a darkened room.

She died on September 30 and we buried her on October 4. The heart of our family was gone. We went on, lived our lives, worked our jobs, took care of our families. So we thought. That call that I used to enjoy in November on the anniversary of my birth was missing. I'm okay. 

We gathered that Christmas Eve laughing and feasting as we always did. Then the four sisters drew together compelled by some force that we could not explain. We talked; we laughed and then...we cried. Cried for the one who was missing; cried when we realized that it was up to us to carry on the traditions, to bring the joy that she used to bring. She was weaker in the last few years, but the festivities still revolved around her wheelchair, her laughter, her strong opinions and her love for her family ringing out over the noise of the children.

Our children drew close, worried and disturbed by our universal grief. We knew she would not have wanted this. The eldest now became the heart and she suffered so much. 

So our children went out and adorned my sister's car with the silliness of Rudolph nose and antlers. We brought her out to see the Christmas lights and the spectacle of her car which now featured a face and a mood. The laughter rang out, the joy returned, and we all knew she was there orchestrating the celebration as she always did.

WHINING, MUSLIMS, RESPIRATORS (Week of Dec 13)

 Our big adventure this week was our annual wine tasting with a select group of "coon a sewers" of all things bubbly red and white. We normally hold our soiree around All Hallows as a Fall fete, but covid knocked that back a few weeks.   I had five selections this year starting with a refreshing sparkling reisling that I asked all to hold while I presented a toast to Christmas, to all we lost since we last imbibed and promoting hope for the future. We were assisted this year by one of the couples who braved a couple of days with the OH and myself in Traverse as we scoured wineries for our 2021 party. Exhausting work, but someone has to do it - I think we made 8 or was it 9?  They just played along and drank whatever they wanted; party worthy or not.  Great attribuite in traveling companions.

I prepare an elaborate description about the nuances on each choice, which no one reads anyway.  I gave up reading it out loud as the lively conversations already occurring require no other punctuation.  Yet I persist in the name of full disclosure.  Though we do find it fun to pretend one found and correctly identified the grapefruit, kiwi, black cherry and toffee notes advertised.  Though the description that mentioned weathered wood and fallen leaves I felt was better left undiscovered. Also realized a couple days later, I served the wrong red wine. I had similar bottles but intended to serve a different one than the one I actually set out.  As that was number four on the hit parade, no one really noticed. Also our generous friends all follow the rule that you never accept a party invite without bringing a hostess gift of yummy food! Our Traverse City traveling buddies made cookies utilizing the cherry concoction they got on the trip. Another brought his mind-blowing brownies; cashews from a third and a goodie basket from the fourth couple.  We were pleasantly wined and bloated with our cheese fondue and various other snackies.

We are tentatively, well actually full-blown, restoring the Ide Family Christmas dinner.  Although as families grow and change we realized we suddenly have 17 people rsvping. Whoah!  We had decided to forego the whole turkey carving schmear for simplicity's sake and stick to ham and turkey breasts (for my S-I-L). Carving takes over all available counter space, it's messy and the dog goes nuts waiting for something to inadvertently hit the floor. 

 The turkey breast choice proved to be both prophetic and inspired if one believes in Godwinks (coincidences) My sister's step-son has married and has a wonderful new family that we love. Then my sister wrote to say, "you know, they don't eat pork". This after I had already invited them saying you may have in-law responsibilities but you are welcome here on Christmas. Though they revere Jesus as a great prophet, the Muslim religion is not so much into celebrating his Winter Solstice birthday or any feast days for that matter.  Happily bottom line, they're coming and I will discreetly whisk them in first to the table to grab the turkey entree LOL. 

Oh yeah I mentioned respirators.  Attended a Christmas concert which was just what the doctor ordered for holiday kick-off.  Mask or not? Though not crowded (community band) it seemed prudent to don the "gay" apparel.  Wonderful concert with band members similarly masked-at least the percussionists as they're not blowing on anything except each other.

 Reminded me of a favor I did the Fire Department. Upon obtaining new air supplied units they neglected to buy individual mouthpieces for each fire fighter reasoning if they had to be used, they would sanitize between wearers - which is acceptable.  Only problem was, one had to take the unit apart to dry which took much longer than advertised. Complaints, to me, of tasting the previous wearer's chewing tobacco, etc., arose.  Whether it was really true I have no idea, but everybody got their own and everybody was happy. Sometimes you just have to go with it. 

In keeping with our last few year's tradition, daughter, s-i-l and grandson will spend Christmas Eve night with us. Santa (Mom) has already made a visit so a little someone will not be disappointed that Santa will find us at Nana's house.  Cookie decorating and Chinese dinner are on the menu.

Merry Christmas and definitely Peace to All.....

MERRY KRISTEN/CHRISTMAS (Week of Dec. 6)

 Freddie Fir made his way from a benevolent field of green to a plushie carpet of gray next to the fireplace. Finally realizing we were rounding the curve toward Christmas at breakneck speed we decided it was time to hustle and pick out the main player of the interior design. Although only open since November 26, the tree lot had gone through 1000 of the 1200 trees they usually pre-cut. That doesn't even count the ones you ax-down yourself. 

Another week of painstaking work placing each ornament at precisely the correct elevation and distance from its brothers and sisters (theme this year is red and gold). However the multi-faceted light combinations available made picking one color or action (chasing, twinkling, fading, etc) difficult to settle upon. Though a slim member of the evergreen family was chosen, again I will not have enough room for all the packages that will soon adorn it's feet. 

Stock market settled down after four weeks of incremental losses; though when the DOW is sitting at 36,000 it's hard to feel bad. The whining about inflation seems to affect only those things that we need that are costing us more, yet those things we want -Christmas trees, family trips to Florida, all the latest toys and adventures continue merrily on. So apparently the ones really affected are those who barely have money for groceries and gas. However, gas has dropped dramatically here which is what always happens. Groceries, not so much. 

Speaking of groceries we hit the warehouse store so I could crab about grocery prices and discovered a treasured belief debunked.  Standing behind a "little ole gal" I noted her cart was crammed with several types of baked goods and cookies. Aha! Grandma's cookies actually come from the store!! Perhaps she places a few in the oven on low temp to diffuse the fresh-baked aroma and "lie" to the grandkids.  But between her yoga classes, race car fetish, classes on conversational italian and podcasting, Grandma has a lot less time than she used to. Soldier on I say.

Segueing to employee training, ahem, I watched a comical demonstration while waiting for my order at a local drug store. As the Manager was at the computer talking the new "emp" through the steps on a rather detailed transaction for me I noted the new "emp" standing off to one side, totally oblivious while cleaning her glasses. As I was in a unique spot I could see the whole exercise go down. The Manager never turned to see if her lesson was being understood and the "emp" was in la-la land waiting for someone to say GO I guess.  Although my first instinct was to interrupt and say "she's not listening" I realized - not my problem. 

A friend's Mother passed away this week and it brings up all types of emotions and memories. We don't remember the struggle of the last few years, if one has the gift of a long life. We remember the youthful parent who both frustrated and loved us standing staunchly in our corner whatever the challenge and being so familiar that we took for granted they would always be there waiting. The thought that we are now alone as the elders of the family and that the traditions our parents represented are changing is sobering. The goofiest memories, the cringe-worthy moments strike at the oddest times and the grief we put aside for a moment comes barreling back without warning. It gets better you think, but just not today.

Finished off the week with the grandson for an overnight this weekend. He was quite hilarious claiming staying with us meant he could just "chill" as he had experienced a rough week including various school yard injuries of both the physical and emotional types. Then switching gear from woe two seconds later he excitedly asked me "do you know what comprehension means?" "Yes, wait what do you think it means?" He told me, correctly, which was to preface that he got ten out of ten on his comprehension assignment.  LOL.

 As he does each year, Joe tested all the musical Christmas creatures we've accumulated over the years. When he was younger he would attempt to get all of the toys running at the same time, but the older version is more scientific. He experimented on which would last the longest and placed bets. He also relayed his approval to Grandpa (he knows who decorates) for his efforts on both outdoor and indoor decor and then claimed our Oreos (we have a cookies & milk ritual at 9 pm) were stale.  Oh the truth of children. He finished out his visit by treating Grandpa to one of his Godzilla movies carefully explaining what was happening in each scene. He's one of those...  Finally he dutifully helped his Mother blow out the candles on her birthday cake which her Mother (me) humorously marked her age with a series of 3's.  Figure it out. Peace to All of Good Will....

FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS, COVIE AND HARVEST DAY (Week of Nov. 29)

 It's beginning to look "a bit like Christmas" with the outdoor lights installed and spreading their twinkling gaiety on our exceedingly dark neighborhood (no streetlights) on the river. I can see one lonely lighted snow person down the street and of course our neighbor and I flash our patio lights green for the Spartans on game days so both sides of the house are covered. Now trying to decide if the extravagant inside decor should commence; which takes days...

 The OH is the prime decorator; a lesson I learned many moons ago. If I placed something it was usually moved so I let him have at it. He is also a prolific collector of antique (mostly) Santa figures so we made our annual trek to the flea/second hand/antique shops this week. He came home with several new treasures so our shelf normally dedicated to various Santas is becoming an entire bookcase. 

In Covid news, our lowly virus is now associated with another greek letter, omicron, in this spelling bee that no one wants to win. Interesting factoid - in astronomy the15th letter omicron is the 15th star in a constellation. How lovely. 

We had a health scare this week as our niece was transported to emergency with difficulty breathing and the eventual development of blood clots. After a couple of days, my sister-in-law let me know it was not covid but still serious. Fortunately there was room at the inn, though they had to transport to another hospital for treatment. After breathing a sigh of relief when she was discharged my S-I-L got back to town to discover her boss had just died of covid.  This lady was unvaccinated and unabashedly vocal about her vehement skepticsim of covid being as serious as reported. Covid doesn't care. Rest in Peace.

One commentator conjectured that 25% of  the population is petrified of needles and with the constant advertisement of public stabbings on the news and commercials, we may be actually strengthening their resolve not to be poked regardless of the consequences. On the plus side, the grandson got his second shot like a trooper. My relief is stellar. 

We also picked up our massive 1/4 beefy order this week compliments of our once frolicking bovine, though 900 pounds probably doesn't frolic that much. The butcher just whipped the three boxes into the trunk with the ease of long practice and we struggled to dislodge them upon arriving at home. We won't be needing ground beef for awhile as those packages alone took over an entire freezer shelf.  Along with some succulent roasts and steaks...The OH wondered if we should name our moo-er volunteer, but that seems a bit too chummy considering his ultimate sacrifice which gives a whole new meaning of not playing with your food, or personifying it.

After several years of hinting a certain evergreen in our yard would make a perfect Christmas tree, it's fate, and, elevation occurred this year. As fitting for their first year in their new "forever" home, Kristen and Matt harvested the, by now, 12 foot tree.  This was planted on earth day by Kristen when she was in grammar school.  Almost 30 years of growth (with it's roots compromising the fence) now proudly heading to a celebration of light and color. The old Ship Master Burt spent the next 20 minutes securing it to the truck with his sailor's slip knots for transport to its ultimate glory...and demise. 

Let the Festivus celebration commence......Peace Out and Good Will Toward All

 

COWS CARS AND GUNS (WEEK OF NOV. 22)

 Happy Turkey, stuffing and politics day, for those who host alternative opinions at their dinner table.  We just had the kids so politics doesn't really come up, though Joe did want us to go around the table and say what we were thankful for.  Pretty much each other and their new house. Hours of prep and 15 minutes of feasting, watching the Spartans win and Lions lose about sums it up. Love those people!

Traveling to Grand Rapids on a holiday week was probably not an adventure we stopped to consider ahead of time. As we were not actually going anywhere for the holiday, we blissfully ignored the fact that a massive amount of vehicles would be barreling merrily down the highway on the way to Grandma's or whoever's house.  It resembles an episode of Car Challenge (I just made that up). Hovering around the speed limit we were basically blown off the road by speedsters for whom that 10 minutes saved is worth all the general vehicular mayhem. There is a segment on my show called "car passing wars" which is played by the experienced and inexperienced alike. Basically consists of sitting on another's rear bumper at 85 miles an hour until the offending (legal speed) vehicle offers passage (apparently it's personal). Those who set their cruise control will not budge regardless of the rear provocation and angry finger gestures practiced by those in the rear view. What is especilly thrilling is the bumper riders who can absolutely see the car ahead has nowhere to go as both lanes are currently occupied. This, at times, leads to those spectacular multi-car pileups one reads about yet hopefully is not a participant thereof.

Our trip was to scope out the meat processor who was receiving our massive amount of beef "on the hoof". Our first venture in buying a "piece of cow" (or steer more accurately). The rancher texted me with the exciting news of the impending slaughter and stated our contributing moo-er clocked in at 898 pounds. Being a novice I thought he meant our share. Holy shitoly-where are we going to put 900 lbs. of beef?  The processor gently disillusioned me by saying that's the total weight-you're getting 1/4. (Would not  like to meet a 3600 lb steer) Whew. Without having to meet our bovine volunteer except in parts I had the master chef pick how he wanted the pieces distributed in their neat little packages. 

Shifting gears now. After hearing the horror stories and pulling every string and safety procedure for months to avoid a possibly painful and defintely uncomfortable procedure (I hear they make contact with brain matter up there), I have managed to avoid covid testing. However I am now part of the initiated. Popping out of the car at the rendering/processing plant was a whole new experience in the science of smells. Gasping, and breathing out of my mouth did not dull the moment. Wow. So basically it not only cleaned out my sinuses, but I also know I have not lost my sense of smell. Win-win.

My sister and her new husband decideded to tour a large portion of the US, by car, for a honeymoon hitting Alabama, Louisiana, Texas, Nevada, Arizona, California, New Mexico, Missouri etc etc. They love to drive. My need to stop about every two hours to unkink the joints that work sporadically at best would probably have been a hindrance. She was sending us text updates on the adventure. She mentioned coming out of Needles, California and passing the exit to Twenty-Nine Palms. For those who do not know the area, it is the location of a large Marine base that my brother inhabited for a couple of years. She teased me that it was a lousy place for a vacation as it's all desert. When I was a senior in high school I got to visit him there over Christmas.

When she asked me what was there, besides desert, I responded "about 1,000 young marines" Touche! Just 17, I flew by myself into Palm Springs and hung out at the bar in the airport for hours while my brother tried to hustle up a car to pick me up. Needless to say, he was surprised that Mom heard his whining about being away from home at Christmas and gifted him with.... ME!  I stayed with his NCO and family who were also surprised they were having a guest over Christmas.  I traded room and board for babysitting services. 

Furthering my education in California as a sheltered white girl, in 1968 I was not cognizant that civil rights was a real and painful thing. We had dinner with a African American marine and his family where I heard "if it came to a race war, I'm siding with my people". This while I'm playing with their beautiful little girl and helping his wife with the dishes. I was surprised. Then at the Christmas party at the base, I was quite unaware there was a little gap between the black marines and the white ones. I happily danced with whoever asked me not realizing there was a bit of tensing up when I "bugalooed" with a member of the black contingency. My brother told me later, but I was confused. They were all in the same outfit serving our country. Unfortunately we haven't moved too far forward on that front.

But what does one do on a marine base surrounded by desert? Why you go shooting of course. With so much open nothingness, targets and permission are not required.  

Before the Fashion Police start snarking, let me remind one and all that this was 1968!!! The Marines laughed at me too though, but that was for all  the hardware they loaded me up with.   Peace Out....

THIS AND THAT (Week of Nov 15)

After a long hiatus, I am down to my last podcast recording. Desperation mode. Even though we were planning a break in Jan-Feb I need to finish out the year. I also think a break may not be a good idea if we want to keep interest up however.  So what happens? An interview I was counting on which got delayed/cancelled, etc., etc. all of a sudden pops up today wanting to record this week. Ok, but then I got another response from other feelers I put out as it appeared I would not get the first interview done in time.  When the proverbial rain falls, it pours as they say. Now need to coordinate with the Conference, the interviewee and myself somehow this week. Plus touch base with the second response. So if Murphy's law holds true, I will no doubt hear from the third person I contacted. Busy week already planned so good thing I'm retired...

The new electrical installation led to a weeks long massive cleaning project in the basement. In finding items to discard, donate or dine on, I found a Japenese teapot set. Where and when??  After I donated it, I suddenly remembered. It was a wedding gift from the Librarian at my old high school. He was a good friend and mentor when I was in school and stayed in touch (Paul Kempter). It was one of the few pretty things I had to display when we were first married and living on borrowed furniture. Ah well, I still have the memory...

After a miserable night of prep the OH went through a colonoscophy. Good news-everything looks great and better news-he slept like a baby he said. Best sleep he's had in 30 years. Wow.  As the nurse was gently guiding him out to the car afterwards I was reminded of a similar incident many years ago when I got called to the scene of a lady fainting. The ambulance was called, but upon gaining consciousness she begged me not to have the indiginity of being hauled through the building on a stretcher to everyone's curious eyes. I offered her my arm and we slowly made our way to the EMTs.  I think her embarrassment came from the fact that she was a larger woman and no doubt had been judged before. As we walked she nervously said "I don't know what you can do if I fall." I quickly quipped, "we'll go down but I'll soften the blow for you!" Sometimes that's all we can do and all we need to do when life gets tricky.

These firefighter/EMTs are a hardy bunch. When riding with them several times I learned the difficulties they face in transporting patients. The transporting part is easy enough-it's the getting them ready and out to transport that poses the problems.  No one collapses right in front of the door at stretcher height with ample room to maneuver. Stairs, restricted hallways and bad weather play a role. One of the most notable was the episode where I was helping put the young patient on a stretcher and I had to strongly suggest her father move his freakin' motorcyle he was tinkering with IN THE LIVING ROOM out of the way.  

Hilarious, but not. Leader of the Proud Boys is whining about his incarceration as he is suffering "inhumane" conditions. First of all considering he only got five months when he could have been hanged basically as a traitor I think he got very little punishment. Secondly, these are the dudes who march around with pistols on their hips and semi-autos strapped to their backs to intimidate the more evolved. Poor pathetic little man. Suck it up buttercup. 

In more not so hilarious "patriot" news, the "boy" who went to another State with an illegal rifle to fight protesters (killing two people and seriously wounding a third) was found innocent claiming self-defense. I'm not sure justice was served, but there are two points to be made: 1) if the "boy" had been black and showed up at a riot from another State with an illegal weapon and shot people we would not have heard from him again, and 2) any yahoo with a gun can now take out protesters they deem dangerous and call it self-defense. 

Time for some good news.  One has to search to find the kernals of positivity as in the News business "if it bleeds it leads" which explains why we did not know there are actually reasonable people on both sides in Washington. They just don't get the coverage. I wish we wouldn't give the crazies so much attention.

Anyway:  Home Goods and TJ Max declared they are in an excellent inventory postion ahead of the holidays; Target's inventory surged 17.6% last quarter and staffing is up (which I can personnally vouch for); as of Nov. 1 none of the GM's North American assembly plants were offline due to lack of chips; Toyota's production in Japan has returned to full production; the number of import containers at the Port of Los Angeles has dropped by 25%; global shipping rates, an inflation indicator, has plummeted 50% since peaking in October; and gas prices have dropped 14%.  So there. Also as the local GM plants were using their precious chips for trucks as they were basically blowing out of the showrooms as soon as they arrived, there is a wonderful supply of brand-new Camaros just sitting there that should go for a pretty good discount when they finally focus on finishing them. Love me some Chevy.

Apparently the grandson had a pretty good report at the Parent-Teacher conference this week. Compassionate and a leader. First one finished with assignments, but a little talkie and has to be reminded to put his book down when he is engrossed in his reading. I think the teachers have more issues with the little bright bulbs. Harder to keep interested when so much of the time has to be devoted to those who need more help. I used to have to read to the class when I was his age as I got bored and probably sighed a lot.  LOL.   Peace out....

YES, IT'S ALL ABOUT ME (Week of Nov 8)

 Birthday week started out with a visit from my favorite child and grandchild. Singing, gifting and caking were the highlights and they both have exquisite taste of course. Though Joe does like to help "unwrap" as he is eager that I see what they brought. He reads the cards out loud as well. Great start to the week.

This led to an all-day party (all about me) Monday, the natal day, and the start of my 71st year. Gad why did no one tell me-your mind feels 20 but your body says, "hmm just a sec, I have a new physical issue I want to show you". Anyway, breakfast at an old favorite; Christmas shopping punctuated by a stop to pick up my favorite yellow roses and then an hour or two to myself for more shopping. All culminating in a dinner at a "chop house wannabe" restaurant in East Lansing. Although literally loaded with ambience and wonderful service, the food is mediocre at best, an issue which we had wrestled with before. We thought we would give them another chance. Although the soup was exquisite and the roasted califlower marvelous, the walleye feast was blah at best and the $38 steak I was served was so loaded with fat and gristle even I couldn't stomach it. They at least comped me the main course and brought a nice dessert, but the damage is done.  All and all though an awesome day.

Hitting a decade milestone does prompt one to review the immediate past ten years and this is a snapshot of how I remember my sixties.  The birth of my much loved grandson and the loss of my father-in-law two weeks after his birth. I always believed he chose that time to pass as with his alzheimer's he never would have known his wonderful little great-grandson. Choosing to retire as after knee surgery and a two week recovery, the OH and I decided we could be together 24/7 without major mayhem. The passing of both my Father and Mother-in-law in the same year. Dad never explaining the cryptic message/formula on his sons-in-laws sweatshirts and Jean fighting but then choosing her moment to let go with dignity. Being with both of them at the end was both a blessing and a heartache.

Excited to vote for the first female President on my 65th birthday only to spend the next four years (and beyond) in total disbelief as our entire caring and polite society has descended into chaos and cruelty. We are now at the point where a Congress person posting videos of killing another elected official while sword fighting with the President draws no censure or criticism from the person's party. Aghast watching supporters of the incompetent dictator and his big lie actually attack and attempt to destroy one of our greatest symbols of democracy resulting in numerous injuries and deaths. 

Our trip to Great Britain (among other trips) of which I wrote several earlier chapters about. The research, purchase and furnishing of the long-desired lake house. The research, planning and supervising of several remodeling projects. My triumphant comeback to the office as a founding ?Mother? to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the MIOSHA Training Instititute (MTI). Although we had never created a school before, it continues to be a great success in launching safety and health professionals into their field in Michigan. 

My finally attaining the Presidency of the Michigan Safety Conference (after 35 years) with the distinct honor of serving two years in the "time of Pandemic" which meant I got to preside over 1) no conference and 2) the first ever virtual conference. Which immediately led into my serving as the first host of another new project for the MSC - Safety Spectrum podcasts.  I am a performer at heart and I apparently thrive on projects.

One cannot see the entire quilt of one's life as so many of the squares are folded and only emerge when the blanket is turned or spread out in its entirety. However that is a good thing as it would be overwhelming at best.

This afternoon after hosting my grandson overnight I totally understood my daughter admonishing her son at his constant chatter and singing to himself as she was trying to talk to her Father.  I told her that "Joe is the background music of your life".....Peace out.

                                               

THE PARTY HAS JUST BEGUN (Week of Nov 1)

 

Thanks Consumers! Got an urgent email from Consumers Power that, oh no, my next bill is jumping $40 and I need to take notice and contemplate some radical action. Well, geniuses of CP; 1) the weather is colder; 2) your prices keep going up and, this is scarey; 3) I have a rogue robot Nest Thermometer that likes to program itself when it feels a breeze (always upward that is).  Yes, I've programmed it from scratch, so has Kristen, but it continues to do it's own thing apparently. 

At the lake Monday putting away the Halloweenie lights and stringing up the Christmas lights at the lake (oh yes we did). Sadly putting away the summer furniture and winterizing the boat. Sigh. 

Had our boosters this week Yay!  Dealt me a miserable two days of yuck - not so yay.  The OH was fine, no issues.  I was down and out with fever and general yuckiness. I found that starvation diets or fasting certainly works. Couple of days of nausea results in three pound loss-though I would not recommend it as a ongoing thing as I suppose you would eventually die, I guess. Almost made 100 degree fever! Which after not being at all sick for almost 2 years due to our new sterilzing habits, it was kind of  a whole new thing. At any rate do I have some butt-kicking anti-bodies or what? Grandson getting his first shot next week and Nana is relieved that he is finally going to be protected, though he is good about wearing his mask.

Political Rant -- I knew this before but it is so frustrating that our congress folks are tied to their big contributors and the little people (i.e., the folks who actually pay taxes that fund the whole shebang) have no chance of being heard.  One Senator said she has no idea what the people want -Waa? When your ears are plugged with contributions from big Pharma I guess you could say that. So what the H are these people running on? And how dumb are the voters that apparently they don't know either. That one or two folks can hold up any progress, which then gets blamed on the President, is ridiculous. And discovering that current congress people were actively recruiting for the January 6 insurrection and are not being held accountable is unconscionable. Oh yes, and condeming those of your party who gave a crap about the citizens and voted for infrastructure that is purely bi-partisan and of ASSISTANCE to the whole country is mind-boggling.  

Joe tried to emulate Superman and found gravity had a say in his activities according to the story from school. End result was wind knocked out of him and an-almost one eye shiner. He's pretty upbeat about it though. I told him Nana had a similar incident at about the same age when I tried to catch a ball while leaning off the top of the bleachers on the playground. Head in contact with blacktop-no soft wood chips for me. I do remember seeing two of my teacher which got me, finally, sent to the office and then home. Though I have no idea how I got home. I swear I walked the 6- 8 blocks, but I can't imagine they would let me do so after a head injury. But the 50's were not as litigious as they are now and we did not have a second car for Mom could come and pick me up. I do remember her chatting with my doctor who just basically said keep her awake and be sure she doesn't start talking in tongues. Apparently the "walk it off" medicine was alive and well.  At least I wasn't dosed with that nasty Vernors.  (Detroit kids)

Joy of joys. At 69 years, 11 months and 24 days I was carded trying to buy wine. I was pretty bold about my right to choose and bear booze. Oh happy day.....Peace Out

MY FAVORITE HOLIDAY (Week of October 25)

A little tired today and interrupted sleep last night. No I was not in East Lansing tipping over cars and setting couches on fire which of course was going on. Why an emotional sports event leads to such an emotional reaction complete with social disobedience and dangerous bonfires I am not sure. No doubt that release of adrenalin has to go somewhere. Or we are all frustrated with the dilemma of what to do with old furniture. Odd though, that the folks arrested are usually out-of-towners who came for the party and stayed to trash. Fortunately the game ended just before I left for church so I had a moment to rip off my "lucky" MSU shirt and put on a more conservative one.  Though dress code is not an issue at church these days.

Funny that good old U of M continues to trash talk and allow no respect for the team that has beaten them 10 out of the last 13 years. Even Ohio State facetiously compliments their opponents in the rare possibility that they may be handed their rears by a weaker (in their mind) team. (as State did yesterday snark snark)

CRAZY TIMES: Incidents of public hearings being adjourned or disrupted and public officials being horribly threatened  (as well as their families) stalked and chased, based on their position or statements is very unsettling.  Our relief used to be the ballot box or well-phrased and civil communications. What decent individual goes after a person's family? We are now officially living in the Wild West with guns on our hips and bullies threatening mayhem and bloodshed when they do not agree. Unfortunately this intimidation tactic is working as another honest republican is not seeking re-election. I almost long for those days when public figures only bent over for money and bribes. Much cheaper strategy too.

CHANGE GEARS: Ever notice how much rubber tire vomit is left on our highways and byways? Yes, I know they are retreads that are applied in pieces, but maybe they want to stay "retired" and peeling off at inopportune moments may be their form of revenge. Dodging their emaciated remains ranks right up there with all the dead animals littering the roads. I always wonder if that squished racoon has a family somewhere.

Wonderful week wrestling with a local electrical contractor who charges for every second, sneeze, mile and part at 3 times the rate. Although they are licensed, competent and polite as hades, I had to draw the line at some of the quotin' going down. There is a difference between "free" estimates and calling it a "non-free diagnostic".  Much like going to the hospital and they admit you for "observation" rather diagnostic purposes. The difference in price is astronomical and insurance does not cover "observation". Nuff said. 

Got to see the grandson's costume which is some wild looking cat? from Fortnite which scored him a whole bag of Sour Kids from Nana so win-win. He was off to a party and "gang-trick or treating" so we are off to the Lake where we actually get some participants. They grow up so fast.

                                                      

BREAK:  Gotta go staff the All Hallows goodie table. Featuring an ADULT TREAT option as well of Butter Shots and Hot Damn. 

Back and major fun tonight. I was enjoying my wine (had to start a new bottle as I finished up an old one). Well I had to keep warm and hydrated. 70's music from Spotify which got me dancing after the first hour and half of "treating'.  Nice weather so large groups came through. Labeling ADULT TREAT became the advertising bonanza of the day as "parents" saw it and huddled over the cooler to check out the treat.  Children were left hanging when the parents saw the treat in store.  I made sure all the little ones got their share of chocolate as that is my job-but so was bartending and ascertaining legal age. The one who would not remove his mask and was excited over candy was denied the adult beverage. I'm not an idiot.

Saw and spoke with an old friend from one of my earlier safety positions while shopping at Meijers-one eventually meets all of one's friends and acquaintances there at some point or another. I had to-he screamed my name across the frozen produce aisle.  We compared number of years retired, people we knew, apalled at how things are now etc, etc. He did share with me that he was one of the first dozen cases of Covid in our county when no one knew how bad it was going to get. He said he had no idea where he got it, but it led to two hospitalizations, but hopefully he is in full recovery as he is working part-time now and been doing a lot of remodeling work. He believes in science (an electrical engineer) and definitely follows the rules. Contrast that with the friend I mentioned earlier who believed natural immunity was the only way. I regret to say he passed this week and broke his wife's heart. So again what was the point?

Getting boosted on Tuesday so I plan on milking a bad reaction for at least a day or two, though I need to get moving on podcasts as only one is left in the "can". Please excuse any spelling errors I have had some wine. Peace out.....

WINE, WHINE, WIN (Week of October 18)

 

After a couple of years of caution and as we were facing an ever declining wine rack, we believed it was time to go a'wining through the north country. Reds, pinks, whites, purples coupled with red, orange, yellow - Fall is the perfect time to combine beauty and bounty. We even snared another couple to ride along, warning them to be prepared to make multiple stops and bring your checkbook. Our record I believe is 9 or 10 vinyards, but we managed eight. Full Disclosure: The OH is the designated driver so he partakes sparingly and we are fully equipped with carbs and water. However with three of us indulging we often got different flights and were able to share more flavors. (Win Win part)

As this was an educational trip as well, we made a first stop at Sleeping Bear Park as our friends had never had the pleasure. A bit nippy and rain threatening, but actually perfect weather as you do have to hike a bit to see "Mama Bear" and the Manitou Islands (Her deceased cubs). Though threats were made, no one went down the 400 ft cliff described by the volunteer as climbing the steps of a  45 floor building, in sand, without a handrail.  

No, that's not a guy barfing. It's an arrow.  Three grand to rescue your sorry butt, so we speculated on the method of rescue. I'm saying a rope tied around your waist and winched up. Should be painful.

First disappointment is Fall did not cooperate this year and the prettier dresses that trees don this time of year were apparently still in storage. And of course, the highly specialized and sought after apple variety, that onlygrows up here, was also depleted.  One year we're too early, one year too late - curses. Of course I always have to ask an apple stand queen what is that apple that only grows up here in a limited way as I can never remember the name. They always know though. Good news, its' called such and such, only grown by Mr. So and o, and yes they are all gone now. Settled for some other oddball varieties and a crumb cherry pie for the stop in Manistee to see the newlyweds.

Pandemic rules and the necessity to earn back some of the lost revenue from lock-down led to some expected increases and changed procedures.  Gone are the days of belly up to the bar to be regaled with fascinating stories about this vintage which is flavored with apricot, grapefruit, smoke and bat crap nuances. I missed that. As veteran winers, I knew which one opened first (Peninsula) and we made it there with 3 minutes to spare enjoying the place to ourselves. First rule-credit cards on entry and pexi-glass barriers.  However our "barkeep" was convivial and had stories about the wine and the old converted schoolhouse they resided in, which was of great interest to our teacher friend. He did introduce me to an "under the counter limited" wine called something like limburger or whatever, which is a bit of an aquired taste. Limited stock got me and I bought a bottle that I will only share with a confirmed and adventurous wino.

Chauteau Chantel is always the second stop, due to its outdoor beauty, but I have been snootified by them for the last time. No personal touch, no stories and a taunt that perhaps their prices were too high for me, Wow, as even. I always thought they were snotty, but this was confirmed by our companions so I can cross personal paranoia off my list. Next stop Brys Estate which did not disappoint except that we were confined to our table and a waitress, who at least knew the wines. Could not pass up the Sauvignon Blanc even though the grapes are imported. 

 Quick stop at Mari to see what merch (merchandise) they had as their owners are dropping $100s of 1,000s  on their televised treasure hunt at Oak Island Canada. Again nothing to see here folks, just give me your credit card, ummm no.  Onto our favorite - Shady Lane- which now consists of a couple of tables and waitresses who know nothing of the wine. Very limited varieties as well. Actually all the vinyards had very limited varieties - not sure the reason on that one. Although they are ecstatic over the 2021 crop which apparently will be abundant and delicious-so keep that in mind when looking the next couple of years. 

Tasting prices were all over the board from $12 to $22!. That last one was Ciccone's owned by Madonna's family. As she was not there, we did not linger or pay the ransom amount, just used the restroom.  Which brings me to another surprise. All the restrooms were spectacular. Each unique, comfortable and beautifully appointed. I see an illustrated book in my future.  

As I was looking forward to my "naked chardonnay" at Bluestone we savored that for one of the last stops. Imagine my chagrin when checking in at the host stand (they all had them) to be asked if we had a reservation. At a wine tasting? "We try to provide a more intimate experience". I thought we were trying to avoid "intimate experiences" due to covidee. "We are all booked up; do you want to get on the wait list?" Freakin' wait list? Out in the boonies, miles from town and we have to wait in the car and get a text as obviously there is no bar to wait at.  Oh well, shockingly for me to agree, we decided to give them a try.  Within five minutes we were in (huh?). Totally worth it and as promised an intimate experience with an informed and humorous sommelier. I asked if he rented out to parties as I would definitely use him.

Final stop at Bel Lago to "see the lake" as it's just a small place.  However it now sports quite an elaborate outdoor layout.  Vinyard folks were busy during lock down creating all these awesome outdoor venues. The inside was totally remodeled as well so we enjoyed the final flight of the day with a newbie host, but eager and accomodating.

Couple of side notes. As our hotel was right across the street from Red Mesa, an excellent mexican restaurant, we took our lives in our paws and scurried across US 31 for dinner. After margaritas at the bar our table was ready and we were informed we needed to wear our masks to our table. Been there for half an hour, sitting at the bar and needed a mask for our 20 foot walk to the table. Oh well. Also as we were bubbling over with conversation we did not notice our entree was taking longer than usual. So they comped us $10 apiece for the inconvenience. Another Win! Hit the Park Hotel for a drink at the Beacon Bar at the very top of the hotel-always one of my rituals. However upon asking at the front desk if the bar was open we heard "not since  last November" and congrats for the asking the most frequent question we get here.  LOL.

All and all, convivial travel buddies and a successful hunt for the reds, whites and purples of October.

Oh yeah, we did let the OH drink at dinner as we were walking...

MISCELLANEOUS TOPICS AND "JOE-ISMS" (Week of Oct. 11)

Does anyone know why people put stickers on their cars that state "Baby on Board"? Does that prompt a special untouchable screen around the car in question that repels any possible collision? Which would indicate if it's just regular people, not babies, one can attack at will. Rules of auto war games I assume.

And does anyone really want to buy a product from fake commercial people that basically call anyone not doing what they recommend an uninformed dumbass? I especially loathe the two women who apparently spend their entire waking moments cleaning their houses. One even spouts "I know all the tricks". So there is trickery involved-who knew and who cares? Most of us are not married to our houses though that would be an interesting combo. Just think of the excuses - "No, we can't come to the party; my house is having a mid-eave crisis and has nothing new to wear". Being annoyed I always forget what they're selling-not a great advertisement for the product/service.

Exciting week as the new "plug in your house" system was installed. Upon losing power we now have the ability to generate specific vital parts of our ongoing existence-mainly heat, water, refrig and potty. However, the second component, the generator, led to a bit of wrangling with the OH over his usual insistence on "overkill" on the generator size and manufacturer.  Although the 6500 would do the job, the 7000 would do the job better, quieter, no carburetor, blue tooth enabled and would not have to work at full capacity. So what's the problem? The 180 day, give or take, wait time for the 7000! Apparently any available generators are all down in Louisiana. Praying for good weather for the foreseeable future, as is Louisiana I imagine,

But the OH was vindicated when, big surprise to the Honda dealer, a wayward 7000 unit mysteriously appeared. Whether it was a miracle, stolen or just bad intel, the main thing is we now have the behemoth in the garage happily awaiting its maiden voyage; the machine which of course I could not figure out how to connect to my phone as advertised...sigh,

Changing topics, I am struck by the similarity with police departments fighting so vehemently about vaccine mandates with my own struggles with the City police and fire when vaccines and protective gear were introduced. Logic would indicate that these public safety folks are on the front lines of exposure to general mayhem, violence and disease because of their work. So fighting against the wearing of latex gloves with patients, bullet resistant vests, hepatitis and covid vaccines seems a "no-brainer". Especially when a positive test affects co-workers, other people and family members.  

More than 400 officers died through covid infections, twice as many as from gunshots, since March, 2020. This is documented by the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial Fund. Though I scrupulously peruse any information explaining why they are resisting outside of a vague "freedom of choice" I've seen no cogent argument. Freedom, of course, is relative and only  applies in specific circumstances for some people. I think I shall start deciding which rules or laws I shall adhere to in the name of freedom. 

Shift Change again. Putting up the latest school picture of the grandson I am stuck by how much he has changed in a couple of years.  Face is thinned out and he looks more mature-the baby is gone 😔. Joe is such an outgoing extrovert it surprises folks to know how young he is. Belle of both September parties and memorable as I keep hearing from folks who were in attendance.  He has these "Joe-ism" moments I call  them.  He refers to Crystal Light Lemonade as "pink water". He refers to not wearing a shirt as a "naked shirt". He has clearly instructed his Mother not to pick him up from school until at least 5:30 as he needs time with his buds. He researches what he is interested in rather than asking Nana. Alas I am outdone by Google, but sometimes the big G and I do not agree.  

He asked permission to watch a Godzilla movie on his IPad the other day. He knows I hate monster movies, but his concern was different this time. "It has some bad words in it like the B-word and the F-word."  Curious I asked if he understood what the F-word meant. "Oh yeah" he says. I persisted and he told me it meant you were dumb. Stifling my amusement I told him "Well that's not exactly what it means, but you're right, you should not use it".   

Final Shift  Unlike school pictures chronicling the differences, we often don't notice change until we stand back and compare. Though so much stays the same regardless of the impetus put to it.  Things like hatred, fear, bias and bad behavior. Someone said, actually in a comic, that people love to pile on and hate something or someone when prompted by a bully as it keeps them from focusing on their own horrible behavior. It certainly is a different world than four years ago and rudeness and impatience are the norm. I know I don't use the middle finger after bad traffic behavior any more in fear of armed retaliation.  Well, full disclosure, that was kind of rude behavior on my part as well. ..but so satisfying to signal "I saw that Bozo"...  PEACE OUT  ✌

  

POLITICS BE CRAZZZZYYY (Week of 10/4)

 

"10-4 Shirley, we'll see you again". I uttered those words fourteen years ago when I eulogized my Mother at her funeral on October 4, 2007. Hard to believe it's been that long as she is usually in my thoughts most days. I often wonder what she would say about the craziness of the last several years. Eight years of the country's first black president followed by complete reversal in the election of an incompetent racist narcissist who opened up the floodgates of our national prejudice and bias which is always simmering under the surface. A pandemic that turned political and a deposed "wanna-be" dictator spreading lies along with the willingness of so many to be influenced by social media spreading unproven opinions and conspiracies. "May you live in interesting times" (which may or may not be an old Chinese curse). 

I think one would agree that the Democratic party has some interesting members. The reason the smaller party (Repubs) manages to move their agenda forward is their ability to walk in lock-step with each other regardless of intelligence or conscience.  The Dems, on the other hand, represent more of America's diversity which I also believe is her strength.  However, we become mired in the swamp as so many opinions are bound to result in roadblocks. The time it takes to remove these impediments kills our ability to enact real change in a timely manner.  Why is it so tough to make a few concessions or compromise here and there on our way to the big picture?  Chasing crucial Dem votes from a clueless senator in a yacht; cornering one in a bathroom who cannot give a straight answer of what she wants (either doesn't have a clue, or waiting for her "handlers" to tell her-either a scarey scenerio).

I know bathroom encounters are viable "grounds" for negotiations. I am an advocate for unisex bathrooms (with closed cubicles). Not only would they resolve the "is he or is she" debate but no more of those agonizing lines of women at venues with too few potties. I also see the value when one of my former bosses stalked the men's room as a key management negotiator was cornered there by the union negotiators (all men obviously). Which also illustrates the need to have more diverse representation btw.

Some of these elected folks must have been management types (if they ever worked a real job) who should understand that you make progress in bits and pieces and strive for consensus.  As a former manager I can unequivocally state that I never had the luxury of saying "Do this, because I say so". Naw, doesn't work that way. You will have mass resignations or suffer the office equivalency of  fragging by your suborbinates. 

When I was the "creative director" of the MIOSHA Training Institute, it would have been a heck of a lot easier if I could have just directed everyone to do as I say. The Construction group was especially challenging as: 1) they like straight talk but are not good with change; 2) they were more "hands on" and "shoot from the hip" rather than buying into course development protocol and 3) they were construction folks and arguing is their major joy in life. I stumbled upon a winning strategy however as I convinced one of them (who was both a construction dude and a PhD in psychology) to be my convincer. He could switch from construction-eese to academics with ease. The frustration to me was how long it took to get them on board as they were all brilliant in both understanding the standards and the nuances of the construction industry.  Because of those qualities, they were all great and interesting teachers. But my point is, by recognizing the differences and DEALING with issues immediately, we reached our goal. The MTI classes remain a valuable and sought-after form of training and certification to this day.

We have two years to make a difference, because if we do not, we will be booted out at mid-terms in 2022. So bring on the reconciliation strategy and get'er done! Oh btw, the debt ceiling is not a real thing but the minority party always waves it around like a noose to make themselves look fiscally responsible. As if...

COULD NOT RESIST....

 It is odd that legislation that helps the wealthy is sustainable, affordable and "good for the country" but programs that support the rest of us will tank the economy and lead to entitlement. Read the opening of this sentence for the irony of that statement.

John Oliver is a British born (now an American citizen) who is not only a marvelous comedian, but a very droll and intelligent political commentator. Considering the wrangling over passing legislation that would, oh I don't know, help most Americans, he made a very astute comment which should embarrass and expose all of us. (Besides Senators Manchin and Sinema).

"I'm not sure what stage of capitalism we've reached if we're now kayaking out to a politician's yacht (Manchin's) to beg him to help the poor, but it's gotta be one of the last ones"   

LIONS, BEARS & DUMBASSES (Week of September 27)

 

As I try not to watch the Lions being decimated by the Bears (what else is new) I am reminded of a Chicago trip I took for work back in '82. Interesting to contemplate who would win a Bears/Lions altercation in the wild; it would certainly offer more action than our hapless pussy cats. Anyway I digress. I was in an all-week training in Sept/October while about six & a half months preggers. Fortunately it is a short flight back to Lansing as the flight attendants tend to hover and look nervous when one has a baby belly. I was hand carrying a packet of fresh baklava which ended up dripping honey all over my ONE pregnant lady sweater, that had to be hand-washed, due to the afore mentioned baby belly issue.

Anyway I was dutifully on the wagon due to pending Mama-dom but a group wanted to go to a country-western bar for dinner which featured a western band and long necks.  Since I don't like soda, water drinks keep me closer to my expense account anyway-win/win. As the group enjoyed their beer one was urged to get up and sing with the band.  He told them the song he was going to sing and belted out the opening line....to dead silence. It was in my head that the last thing the professional performers are looking forward to is some half in the bag wanna be singer.  Turns out they were just messing with him and he was actually not too bad.  But I think I would have picked a different song than Dylan's "Lay Lady Lay" which opens with those words making the silence that ensued doubly hilarious.

Second memorable moment from that trip was when I got back after class with a nasty headache. I trotted (waddled) down to a nearby drugstore to pick up some extra-strength Tylenol. Before taking the pills I was watching the news as they were showing the VERY drugstore I had just visited to report on the potassium cyanide-laced extra-strength tylenol bottles found there. Ahhh.  No questions asked, just dumped the entire bottle in the garbage. Angels were involved I am convinced. Oddly enough I cannot remember what the training was about but I'm sure I passed it.  

Watching all the crazy going on with the "mouthy minority" carrying on at health department and school board meetings about masks and distancing my quick takes are:  1) Children will follow your lead if you handle it calmly; 2) the silent majority is not speaking out in public as they and their families are being threatened; 3) if one child gets sick or heaven forbid, dies, I am sure these bozos will not feel they are to blame.  When did this type of behavior become the norm? Citing religion and freedom are so hypocritical, one could vomit. 

To illlustrate the ocean between viewpoints I learned of two cases this week. We have friends who are sophisticated world travelers who followed the science, got their shots, wore masks and social distanced. However, in attending a family event they contracted covid as many in their family would rather listen to facebook than their doctor or the millions worldwide who have received the shot with no problem-except they don't die. Though sick they are able to treat at home (after getting an IV infusion) but they are miserable due to other people's selfish "beliefs". This is several weeks of their life they will not get back, and possibly long-term effects.

In the second case, a couple we know believe the armchair, non-peer-reviewed dogma that says "they don't need them stinking shots". They are both quite ill, both been hospitalized though one fought the hospital as any medicine they would give him would be what killed him. Even after he became so dehydrated that he passed out, fell and hit head knocking himself unconscious he still fought the hospital. He has been hospitalized twice and is home on oxygen. So what was the point? That is a special kind of stupid and innocents are paying the price. UPDATE: The person referenced is back in ICU, untubated and heavily sedated as when anywhere near consciousness the patient fights to withdraw the breathing tubes. I don't know how it will end; and I hope he survives, but it is so sad to realize misinformation keeps leading to this awful conclusion.

Changing topics. You ever notice how every region, even every little population group, has it's dialects, including us midwesterners.  One thing I notice about Lansing Michigan is people have an aversion to pronouncing the letter "T". It's always the "Spar 'ans (Spartans) or my neighbor's boy Kea 'on (Keaton), etc.; drives me crazy. Where does the "T" go? No doubt they will all tumble out of a packing "car 'on" (carton) somewhere, someday.  Peace Out...

POST WEDDING, CHAPTER 2

 

As my daughter says "it's the little (and big) snafus that occur that make one's wedding memorable" and we all want that!  My sister's celebration had it's share of challenges but it all went beautifully and everyone had a great time. First lttle glitch was when I was in the process of transporting the bride and matron of honor to their hair/makeup appointments in Grand Rapids when I had an unexpected shoe blowup.  Old sandals decided this was the opportune moment for the sole to come apart. Trying not to upset the proverbial apple cart for the ladies I surreptitiously shuffled to keep the remaining piece intact as I escorted them back to the car. So far so good - drop them off at the hotel and remove the offending foot cover. However, snafu number two interrrupted my plan.

As we entered Muskegon proper I got a frantic call from the OH, who along with the groom, were picking up the flowers. Though I gave them a detailed list of items in the order I neglected to note the four white roses for the memorial and, of course, that is what the floral shop forgot to pack! My shoe was becoming more and more contrary but I had to stop at the flower shop to assure the entire Memorial did not have to be scrapped. Comically, I shuffled into the store praying the barely there shoe would not give up the ghost entirely. Apparently my anxiety was evident (I blamed it on a nervous bride) as the owner immediately replaced the roses, no questions asked. Though I teased the ladies by saying "sure glad I keep my handgun handy on my belt"- dead silence. People will believe anything when stressed. I was happy to turn the bride over to big Sis K to dress and entertain until the big event.

By the time I got to the party room, decorating was proceeding nicely according to my schematics, the cupcake display was being set up and a podium was draped and ready for action. Good lots of time to finish up, get dressed and head back for a few moments of peace before I start the proceedings.  However, the photographer was at my elbow wanting to know where to set up and what shots I wanted, huh? What was further jarring is the fact that she said "I've never photographed people before". Those are words to ponder. Friend of the groom who was not terribly helpful at that point. Another funny thing. That evening there was a spectacular sunset out the windows that I wanted to frame the bridal couple in front of and was rounding up the photographer.  However, apparently everyone lives on the east side of the State and had never seen a sunset before as there was a massive stampede to the dock to take pictures. I feared for the bride making it in one piece down the steps so I bellowed for clearance so she could land first.  All the pictures people took were beautiful though.

As I was fussing so much with details and questions I barely had time to go back to the hotel and change, necessitating going back to the room twice for forgotten items. Again big Sis K took over the boutonnaire decorating on our nervous little ring bearer. With both hands full going back to the hall, I caught my high heel in a crack in the dock and almost took a header.  Thank goodness for all the walking I do.Though I was clumsily flailing to the amusement of the folks having dinner on the dock, a crash was avoided. 

The ceremony had its moments. Lined up and ready to go, we realized we were missing someone - the best man. I admit I ran out of tap dance routines trying to kill time before he showed. I actually asked the groom (who was sweating bullets) if he was going to be a no-show. I heard several theories on why he was late, but he got there and I led a thunderous round of applause to be sure he knew we knew. The ring bearer, my grandson, was so solemn coming down the aisle holding the box with the rings out in front of him. He had done research and rehearsed with Nana, so he was good to go, but very nervous. That moment was forgotten as he spent the rest of the evening on the dance floor leading the entertainment.

When it was time to light the unity candle, my little speech about the meaning went by-by as I was trying to be discreet in helping the trembling bride light her fire stick. The groom's burned out and had to be lit again to much hilarity. Then when both held their fires towards the middle candle, same issue so as soon as it caught, we went with it. After the "kiss for the ages" I introduced the couple as Marcia and Greg, last name unknown.  The bride had not made up her mind yet or at least let me know.

The final faux pas was totally mine. The two things my ministerial training emphasized was 1) be sure the bridal couple clearly state their intentions (the I do's) and 2) be sure the license is duly signed and witnessed. Well poop.  At 9:00 I realized I had not done number 2!  (see the intentional pun there?) Fortunately the best man was still there though "not feeling any pain".  I dragged him over and had him sign the license just in time as he left in the morning before the rest of us were up and around. Second close call the next morning with the Matron of Honor. I was going to wait until breakfast, but something told me to have her sign it before we left the hotel. Good thing as they got lost following our convoy to the restaurant and we never saw them again LOL. So I saved myself trips to Alabama and Indianapolis respectively. 

All and all a memorable day and unmistakably Marcie and Greg's unique wedding story.

PRE-POST WEDDING - CHAPTER 1 (Week of September 20)

 

PRE -WEDDING --Working on last minute details for the wedding. Did not know it was going to be that hard locating - red vase, fire lighters, 8 1/2"x 11" decorated letterhead and certificate holders which by the way so-called stationary stores (think Hallmark) do not know what a certificate holder, portfolio or business size letterhead are. I keep getting that "deer in the headlights" look this week. I also got the blank stare and total confusion at the bank when I asked for some blank check registers. Ok the people at these places are young, but come on. I am requesting "paper" at a stationary store and bank documents at a bank. The bank teller literally did not know what a checkbook was and thought I wanted a spreadsheet. Huh? Yes, I know that office supply stores have the "paper" but they always want to sell you a bundle rather than just one. I now have the bundle.

The fire lighters story is a whole other adventure. I needed something to light the unity candle with as I am utterly hopeless using those "lighter-thingees". I can light the outer candles (with matches), but the Bride and Groom need the long sticks to light the middle candle in a more elegant manner. The OH suggested a fireplace shop would have fire-lighters which they did.  But first I wanted to check out the "Rosary Shop" as I also was looking for a cross necklace.  The friendly proprietor said "Good news, I have the sticks. Bad news they come in boxes of 500." I said I would have to hustle up a heck of a lot more business. 

 His suggestion, though, was I liberate a couple from a church. Aside: in Catholic churches there is always a corner with candles that folks can light for a special intentions, with lighting sticks.  "What? Rip off a church".  He said no, no, make a donation. Oh yeah, they have little boxes with the candles for a good faith donation.  Long story short-St Gerards got a couple of bucks and I got my fire sticks (I did wear my mask to be a little more discreet-LOL). Another interesting happening at the Rosary shop after the proprietor ascertained what church I attended. His phone rang while I was there and, not making this up, it was the priest from my church! My little liberation plan was not divulged however. 

Scripts are written and rewritten as humorous ideas keep popping in my head but I am mindful of the 4:15 bar opening. My thought is, if I keep it interesting they will forgive any time overruns. Along with the polka DJ the VP of Brunswick is now attending so maybe a bowling reference is in order...

POST WEDDING -- Well we all suvived the wedding and Mr and Mrs Schmeling are an established unit though it was touch and go for awhile. Not sure I can report it all without writing a book, so I will relay a couple of thoughts and continue on next week's blog. It's been a long weekend and I am very behind on my step count not to mention feeling all of my 69 years.  Suffice it to say, I was not only minister but also dubbed wedding planner, which meant all questions and actions fell on my head. Others helped. Music was thankfully in the capable hands of my son-in-law, the cupcake table was magnificent, Sister K took care of the bride after I delivered her coiffed and beautiful, the OH and daughter relayed my orders calmly; but the crown of responsibility weighs heavy - LOL. My five minutes of quiet time to prep my thoughts for the service went by the wayside as I ended up having to tap-dance  and improvise for 10 minutes due to a snafu with a key player.

Quick thoughts --- lovely, touching, frantic, heartfelt, oopsie moments and a whole lotta' shakin' going on. With no microphone I had to actually SPEAK UP which shocked the OH as he is always saying "What?" & claiming I mumble-not Saturday however. Several people danced their shoes off, literally and grown up people were following my grandson Joe's dance move directions -see pic.

 

In my "little" speech for the couple I mentioned all marriages are different and the rules are written for and by that couple regardless of what the rest of the world says. For instance going to bed angry IS an option so you can get enough sleep to continue the argument or.... make up. I advised the bride to throw a frozen burrito in the microwave & make dinner once in a while and to the groom I said everytime we are talking to our sister it is not all about him, well sometimes.

For some reason people totally missed the table RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE DOOR that held the guest book and the elaborate programs I had put together.  I don't know about you, but I like a playbook at an event so I can get the gist of how long and how many pieces and parts are in play before it's over.

The memorial for the parents (thanks for the idea Sue W) went very well, with a few minor "oh snaps" . I think I managed both respect and humor in memory of the Sweet and Schmeling families. My daughter lit the candles to invite them into the celebration and grandsons came up as a name was read and a little anecdote was shared for each. No tears as we are about to celebrate a wedding! I think we hit the right note.

Coming attractions -- shoe failure, missing flowers, best man snafu, cutest ring-bearer, unity candle miscalculations, fun with photos, near disaster on the dock, name game, license challenge. Hopefully you can't wait until I explain all that. I always say it's the flaws that make the wedding and also the best and most unique memories-we had our share.

Notwithstanding the importance of the bride and groom at the event, Joe turned out to be the belle of the ball nixing heading back to video games at the hotel with the other kids to hanging out with, and dancing with, all the ladies. He's going to be trouble....

WEDDING WACKIES (Week of Sept. 13)

 Since my sister and her fiance do not read my blog, I may just put some of the adventures we have had prepping for their wedding. First these two should have already celebrated their first anniversary last May, but covid had other plans.  The second date a year later met a similar fate.  So September 25th has been locked in and we're betting that 3rd time's a charm.  I fully expect something will happen but that's the fun of a wedding. The B&G have already informed me if there is further snafu-dom they will appear at my doorstep rings and intentions in hand. 

The dress I originally "gifted" the bride with did not survive lockdown and we were without a proper gown three weeks out from the nuptials! Being mature we resorted to the "any port in a storm" philosophy and Big Sis came up with a beautiful gown from a "Mother of the Bride/Groom" event.  Something borrowed right? Then I had the wedding bouquet wrapped in the lace from my original 50-year old wedding veil - something old (besides the groom -lol). New shoes and jewelry take care of number 3 and if there are any more issues, we will all be floating in the "blues". Bases covered. 

Of course it was not without drama as the dress could not be "dry-cleaned" but they could supposedly very delicately wet-clean it. Long story short, it did not come out cleaner and they managed to mangle the sparkly brooch on the skirt. But they insisted on being paid. Follow-up. When I took my dress for the wedding to be cleaned-nothing elaborate, just knit and some lace, they wanted me to sign a waiver in case they destroyed it. Wow I am not sure which is worse. Clothing that cannot ever be cleaned or cleaners who do not know how to clean clothes. Does everyone just throw away their stuff after they wear it?

As the officiant for the wedding I am finally putting together my remarks and "Game Plan" for the event.  Had a year and half to percolate, so a snap right?  Well my only directions from the B&G were non-religious and party starts at 4:15.  Oh yeah and try to throw something in there as a memorial to our  parents who have passed on.. Right-no prob. The urge to wax poetic and roast the couple is fighting the urge to get through this before another disaster strikes, or the bar opens.  The flower order and reception site have been arranged and rearranged several times and I am still thinking of last-minute issues. But with my many years of experience planning events, I know most of it works out, people don't remember what did or did not happen (especially the wedding couple) and once the party starts its all over but the memories. Oh yes, I hear the polka DJ from IHeart radio in GR will be attending so there will be a certain amount of Oom-pah pahing going on. 

On another subject, bought a new powered recliner for the lake a couple of weeks ago and needed to get rid of the old chair. Fortunately our little Orangeville township takes furniture at the transfer station twice a month. I called and found they charge $15 for a chair. 

Getting there is quite an adventure. The township hall has a huge parking area and also ball fields and humungous open space. However. The road to the dump is one-way, unpaved and tightly forested. What do you think most people are bringing to the dump? Trailers... on a one-way road...with thick forests surrounding it.  Not to mention we went down the wrong road and turned around until we met someone coming down the road who said no that's right, just keep going. After turning around and going back we met the same people who said "No, sorry, wrong road" forcing another turn-around on a very narrow road. Going down the right road we were following a truck and trailer and arrived at an open spot in the woods with no turn-around. Arrghhh. Fortunately the Goliath-sized helper just picked up the chair (that we had sweated and grunted up a ramp into the truck) and tossed it on the ground-done.  

The other grizzled dude running the show turned away and I stupidly said "I understand it's $15 to dump furniture". He grunted assent and kept his head turned as I shoved the cash into his hand.  Slapping my head later as we picked our way through the tight road back I realized nobody at the township is actually going to get my "fee".  Oh well.

Short blog today as I mentally write and rewrite the program and remarks for Saturday.....no worries.

FREEDOM, 9/11 (Week of Sept. 6)

 

Watching some of the 20th anniversary memorials for 9/11 takes me right back to that day. I imagine it is the same for all of us. Certain historical events mark us; each one removing some of the innocence and naivete we were born with and replacing it with fear. Kennedy's assasination in junior high where my memories include: my science teacher vaulting over his desk to rush to the door; high schoolers crying in the hallways; the constant television coverage and Jack Ruby's shooting of Oswald. 

On 9/11/01, I was monitoring a MIOSHA grantee class at Eastern Michigan University when people told us to come into the office to watch it unfold onscreen. I remember  calling my daughter at college and my husband fishing with his parents just to be sure things were the same in my family and then seeing the faces of the young ROTC students in the same building walking around showing a  mixture of shell-shock and determination. Watching the video of the second plane as it approaches the tower still makes me catch my breath in choked anticipation.

Coming together as a nation is something we do as Americans when the threat is external. Too bad we can't show the same compassion for other divisive internal issues. Knowledge that "terrorists" do not follow the rules of war, that most nation-states do, has led to over-reach sometimes for the sake of security. Freedom is not free as the saying goes and one has to decide whether security is worth the restrictions and lack of privacy. 

But then again "certain" people have no problem invading privacy and restricting the freedom of others for their own personal agenda. Talking to you Gov. Abbot (Texas). As you claim you will eliminate the need for abortion in the case of rape by eliminating rapes I have to ask "is dementia a new thing for you"? Since we usually do not hold any of the "fathers" accountable for their actions,  however, how is it anyone's business besides the woman? How clever to let the "citizens" narc on their neighbors for a big payoff.

I am no constitutional expert but I find it strange that some of the "Supremies" are willing to sit on their black- robed hands when a State blatantly passes laws that are contrary to the law of the land. To place it in perspective, suppose California passed a law that it was illegal to attend church and the atheists had full authority to catch and prosecute any they believed had offended the ban.  Oh yes, and offer a bounty for every successful "catch".  The "Supremies" would roll out objections at Bugatti-like speed to stop infringement on the guaranteed freedom to worship. All this Texas law will do is drive women into dangerous situations and bankrupt taxi drivers, nurses and medical facility clerks. But I suppose attacking a pregnant woman directly would have been too obvious.

 How ironic that the anti-vaxers do not see their own hypocrisy posting signs "My body My Choice".  Where is the same passion for sex education, birth control, support for single Mothers, or for that matter gun control, as children keep getting attacked and killed in schools. But it works as a rallying cry for the unscrupulous. An interesting and obvious statistic; States that have strong sex education programs in the schools have fewer abortions.  Duh. Keep them dumb and defenseless apparently; and condemn those who ask for help as immoral and lazy.

Changing gears. As we nibbled on left-overs from our big party last weekend we contemplated on whether these were snacks or a meal? As my grandson has pointed out there is a difference especially when I tried to count the amount and variety of all the snacks he had the other day really consituted a lunch. He vehemently objected. Apparently there is a protocol. Not sure if one has to be sitting down or the deciding factor is quantity consumed at one sitting.  No matter-he knows. 

Apropos of nothing I came across a book signed by the author that I received several years ago.  The lady worked for me at one point and was an excellent scientist but rather rigid. Compromise was not her long suit. She actually asked me to review the manuscript and make comments before she turned it over to her publisher. It was very good utilizing her police/firefighter background with a murder mystery and a smattering of mysticism. Though I remember being surprised that her protagonist was a lesbian and the love interest was with another woman. No big deal but I mentioned it to my supervisor and our media specialist as we were driving to an assignment and they both roared.  Didn't you realize C---- was gay? No not really.  She was into the occult which I found fascinating, but guess I am not only color-blind but gender neutral as well.  LOL.  Her marriage to a lady a few years ago was my final clue.

New quest/project. In debating whether to install a "one plug fits all" solution to our increasingly more frequent power blips, or installing the magical Generac we invited an electrician to discuss options. The all-inclusive magic machine was my preference until we got the estimate.  Not only was it way over my elusive economic comfort zone, but it did not even include hiring an HVAC person to run a line and another big chunk for Consumers to put in a new meter. That new generator and "one plug" option seems to have obtained number one status. Either way I won't have to cringe every time bad weather is predicted or trees decide they are done supporting themselves and/or Consumers finally replaces aging equipment.

Resting on my podcast "laurels" at the moment with three in the can. Oddly enough the one scheduled for next week is "Planning for Emergencies: Are You Prepared?". I had not thought of the 9/11 anniversary until after I approved the next offering which actually uses information about the World Trade Center and how many people survived due to pre-planning. 

Meeting with the prospective bride and groom to go over all the fun things I am planning for the wedding...again.  Other inevitable bridal emergencies being handled by Big Sis but fingers crossed third time's the charm.  Though I am fully expecting a surprise bolt of lightening at the moment of truth. "It's electrifying" as they sing in the movie Grease-just adds to the day!

Compliments  to President Bush and his 9/11 speech yesterday. He rightfully called out and condemned the January 6 mob as domestic terrorists and of course he is being villified for it. When even a Republican ex-president can see the blatant attack on our democracy for what it is, these deniers need to take a long, long look in the mirror....and at their hero...