Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter F


Hello ABC Wednesday visitors! 

We're six weeks into the alphabet, so if this is your first time to the blog, welcome. My name is Molly the Cat, and I'm writing movie reviews for this ABCW round. The Missus Lady, one of my humans and the writer of this blog, is letting me try out my words. Nice of her, don't you think?

Missus Lady usually has two or three choices for me to pick from. Today's pick is one that the Missus Lady saw more than several years ago, way before my time. I chose it anyway because the Missus Lady liked it so much, and it introduced her to Gerard Butler. Purrrrrrr.

Dear Frankie (2004)

Setting: Greenock, Scotland

This is a story about a mother who loves her young son so much that she is willing to lie about his father.

Nine-year-old Frankie, his mom, Lizzie, and grandmother are constantly moving because they are running away from Frankie's abusive dad. But, Frankie doesn't know that his dad is a bad dude or that they're avoiding him. Frankie believes that his father is a merchant seaman, and the two write to each other on a regular basis. The truth is Frankie has been  corresponding with Lizzie who postmarks the imaginary dad letters from Glasgow.

Shortly after moving to Greenock, Frankie reads in the paper that the ship that his dad is on will be coming into port soon. Meeewwwwwww. Lizzie gets busy trying to find a seaman to pretend to be Frankie's dad. Enter Gerard Butler's character who Lizzie hires. Frankie meets him, and they instantly hit it off, to Lizzie's amazement and concern.

Will Lizzie and the stranger fall for each other? Will Frankie's dad find him? Will Frankie find out the truth about everything? And, how will he react?

Lots of unconditional love going on in this sweet story. Purrrrrrrrr.



A note from Su-sieee! Mac: Tis the letter B at ABC Wednesday. Click here to check out other F posts by cool bloggers from around the world. Maybe you'd like to link up to the meme. Thanks, ABCW team!

Saturday, August 12, 2017

No Sale


Before I could end my transaction at the Stationary Box Store, the clerk held up a piece of paper and asked, "Do you know about the store's promotion for a special protection glass for your iPhone?"

"No," I answered.

The clerk continued his spiel. "Wait, wait," I interrupted. "We don't have an iPhone?"

"We still have a flip top disposable phone," the Husband added.

"This glass can protect your watches," said the clerk.

I help up my bare wrists. "We don't wear watches."

The clerk was quite disappointed.

We weren't.

Giggle.


Friday, August 11, 2017

Green Acres


It was so gooooood to get home this afternoon. We spent over an hour stuck on a barely moving rural road, which normally would've taken 10 minutes to drive. I feel sorry for the commuters. They have to deal with this every work day.

We three—the Husband, Molly the Cat, and I—live in an agricultural area in which the only way in and out of town are two-lane highways and back roads. It was not a big deal until maybe five or so years ago when construction of proposed developments approved 20 or so years ago finally went into full force. The building moratorium was dropped, which was imposed because the City had to fix its screwy sewage system.  Bam! Bam! Bam!

The bummer about this is that many people who work in Hollister live other places because they can't afford the homes. As for the people moving into the new homes, they drive the two-lane highways and back roads to Hwy 101, the main highway to the cities where they work. Our roads are essentially impacted teeth.

The Husband and I are not used to sitting in traffic anymore. I didn't even mention the big rig toting two huge trailers that got stuck turning left onto the road. Fortunately for us we were at the beginning of this incident so we managed to scoot around the obstruction before the traffic went kaput. The experience reminded me of inching through the San Francisco city streets to get onto the Bay Bridge exit during commute hours. Triple-packed in a sardine can.

C'est la vie. Yeah.

On a calmer, and happier, note, here's the Husband this evening finding zen with the iPad. He was sitting where the once-upon-a-time shed stood. Can you find Molly the Cat?






Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter E


Purrrrrrr.

I had a great day yesterday. The Missus Lady and Hero Man said it was my birthday and that I was seven (seven!) years old. I got extra petting, extra cooing, and extra time outside. I also caught a bird which I brought into the house. The Humans had no idea I found it until almost dinner time. Purrrrrrrr.

In honor of my bird day, I picked this movie for you this week.

The Eagle Huntress (2016)
 

Setting: The plains of Mongolia

This is a documentary about
Aisholpan, a 13 year old nomad girl, whose father is teaching her to be a golden eagle hunter. That is a very cherished profession in their culture, which is passed on from one generation to the next. Only the males can become eagle hunters, because, as it usually goes, females do not have what it takes to handle eagles while galloping on horses. Aisholpan's father, having no sons, was not going to let his profession die with him. Good for him!

From the start of her training, Aisholpan shows that she has what it takes. Purrrrrrrrr.

Every year the eagle hunters of all over meet for a friendly competition. 
Aisholpan enters it. Will the men let her compete? Will she freeze? Will she win? How does the father really feel about his daughter's skills and talent?

Hero Man and Missus Lady liked the movie. They did groan at the start when they saw the subtitles. They don't like subtitles that are printed too small or when the white print is shown on a light part of the film. That means Missus Lady reads the subtitles out loud because the print is too hard for Hero Man to read. As they got into the movie, which was fairly quickly, the Humans didn't seem to mind the subtitles anymore.





A note from Su-sieee! Mac: Click here to join Molly and me to read what others wrote about the letter E at ABC Wednesday. Maybe you'll want to link up with this weekly meme as well. Thanks, ABCW team!

Before you go, here's some cuteness from seven-year-old Molly.  That girl!



Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Surprise! It's an Olive!


Whoooooo-hoooo!

Our olive tree has its first olive.

It's a cute little olive.

Our olive tree is two years old, which we bought at our local olive festival in its six-inch pot of glory. It's about two feet tall today. One day it'll go into the ground. My, oh, my, think of all the olives that it may produce.

What shall we name our first lovely olive? How about Daisy?




Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter D


Gidget. The Flying Nun. Sybil. Norma Rae. Smokey and the Bandit. Murphy's Romance. Punchline. Where the Heart Is. Those are some of the TV shows and movies that starred, says Missus Lady, the spunky, good-hearted, awesomely talented, versatile, delightful Sally Field. They were all before my time. But, not this movie I'm talking about today. 

I love Sally Field. She's a cutie, a darling, and a sweetheart. Like me. Purrrrrrrrr.

Hello, My Name is Doris  (2016)

Setting: New York City
 

Doris is a 60-something single, never-been-married, woman who had been living with her mother for maybe most, if not all, of her life. The story opens with us learning that Doris's mom recently passed away and being encouraged by her brother, and indecently urged by the brother's wife, to downsize their mother's belongings, which Doris ignores. Good for her!

Doris has flights of fancy, so she sometimes gets caught looking weird and goofy. Doris has a crush on John, the new guy at work, who is about 25 or so years her junior. In one scene she's standing several feet in front of John, imagining that he's half naked and they're kissing deeply. She gets shaken from her daydream when John asks Doris if she's okay, because she's standing in a kissing pose with her eyes closed and mouth half open. That scene cracks me up every time I see or think about it. Mewwwww.

The movie is all about Doris finding ways, which are middle-school girl ones, to get John to notice her. Doris even goes to a nightclub at which the young crowd thinks she's the cat's meow. Someone asks her if she'll model for an album cover, or something like that. Doris also creates a fake Facebook account, helped by her best friend's granddaughter, and becomes friends with John. You know that's not going to end up well.

Missus Lady had several good-size belly laughs, which was good because Tiny Old Lady had gone to Heaven several months before we saw the movie. Hero Man also thought the movie was ha-ha funny. Tiny Old Lady would've enjoyed it, too. Purrrrrr.








A note from Su-sieee! Mac: The letter D is the theme for this week's ABC Wednesday. Click here to join Molly and me to read what others have written. Maybe you'll want to link up with the meme, too. Thanks, ABCW team!

Friday, July 28, 2017

Voila! Nothing There.


Until yesterday, that is what the Husband, Molly the Cat, and I saw when we looked out the patio door. Sitting behind the shed was a small chicken coop. Molly loved to climb up the chicken coop, along a plank, and onto the shed's southern eaves to take her nap between breakfast and lunch.

For the past year,  the Husband and I have talked about taking down the structures because they were useless. No chickens for the coop (never were!) and if we did have chickens I would rather see them strutting freely (kind of) around the yard. As for the shed, only hobbits would be short enough to stand in it. If, even then.

So, why was it built?

I don't know, and I don't care to speculate about how it came to be built. When I heard a crow and saw a butterfly as we dismantled the structures, I knew that the Mama liked our decision.

It felt good swinging the hammer and being constructively destructive. Pound! Pound! Grunt! Pound! GRUNT! Pound! Pound! The most physical activity that the Husband and I have done in a very long time.

Before we began our Pound! Pound!, the world was silent. Well, except for the sawing and hammering by the neighbors on our northside, who are building a beautiful deck. Our pounding seemed to have brought out the neighbors from the two houses on our southside. They were probably curious to why the quiet fogeys were creating such a racket. It felt like a party with all the chattering on the other side of the fences, the construction noise next door, and, of course, our Pound! Pound! Pound! and yakkity-yakking.

The once upon a time shed and chicken shed came down in about two hours. And, that's only because we had the help of our awesome friend Mister D. The Husband and I are barely at 70 percent in shape, and I think I'm being generous. Mister D and the Husband have known each other since college. He has always been there for the Husband and, ever since I've known Mister D, for me.  Thank you, Mister D! Thank you very much!

Look! See the gift that Mister D gave us. The apple and avocado trees that were boxed in by the shed look happy with the nothingness, too.  I'm sure Molly the Cat will be glad as well, in time.


P.S. Mister D also helped the Husband fix the side gate for us, which got destroyed during the winter storms. When he and the Husband pulled the old post from its hole, they found that the gate post was held up by a just-the-right-size piece of branch wedged between the post and the concrete. Something, huh? 

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter C


Missus Lady can watch a great romance story over and over. And over again. I don't know how many times she has watched the different versions of Pride and Prejudice and Jane Eyre. She always stops at Two Weeks Notice, with Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant, when she's channel surfing and Hero Man is not sitting next to her. If he is, she grabs for the remote and flips to the movie during commercials.

Hero Man is fine with watching any movie once. But, he might think differently about this week's movie pick that they both enjoyed. It's another British film, by the way.

Cuban Fury (2014)

Settings: Office and dance floor, somewhere in England.

Bruce is 39 years old, shy, overweight, and unhappy, trudging from home to work to home day after day. At work he is hounded by his disgusting colleague Drew. If Bruce ever fought back, he would winMeeeeewwwwww!

Bruce used to be full of energy and spirit when he was a youngster. He was in fact a junior salsa dancing prince. He lived to salsa. Then one day, while he was in costume heading for a competition, he got beat up by a bunch of imbecilic boys.

Poor Bruce. That was the end of his salsa career. And, joy.

Back to the present. One day Bruce gets a new boss, Julia, who is a gorgeous, smart, and witty American. Bruce is in love. But he thinks he has no chance when creepy Drew tells him that he's going to have Julia. By chance (of course) Bruce learns that Julia loves to salsa

Out of shape, can Bruce salsa again? Can he win Julia's heart with his salsa? Can he feel joy again with salsa?

Bruce is played by Nick Frost, who is Simon Pegg's partner in a whole bunch of comedies, such as Paul, The World's End, and Hot Fuzz. Missus Lady thinks Mr. Frost is a teddy bear of a cutie. Both she and Hero Man loved the dance scenes and were impressed that Mr. Frost did his own dancing. Salsa music is fast-paced and long. A lot of constant movement going on. Very tiring. Meeewwwww. Prior to the shooting of the movie, Mr. Frost practiced salsa in the dance studio six to seven hours, five to six days a week, for seven months.  That's dedication!

The movie was based on an idea by the talented Mr. Frost. This was a fun and sweet movie. Purrrrrrrrrrr. 




A note from Su-sieee! Mac: Tis the letter B at ABC Wednesday. Click here to join Molly and me to read what others have written for the theme. Maybe you'll want to link up with it, too. Thanks, ABCW team!

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Feast Day of Santiago


Today is the anniversary of the day that we celebrated the Daddy's birthday. He would've been 112 this year.

The Daddy was born on July 15, 1905, but most of his formal papers show July 25. This is my theory for the discrepancy: His baptismal document, the only legal paper he had about his birth, was in Spanish, the primary language of the Philippines back then. Spanish was not the Daddy's family's first language. And, I suppose nobody cared when the Daddy signed a contract in 1928 to go to Hawaii to work on the sugar plantations, nor when he joined the Army during WWII or he became a naturalized U.S. citizen.

When the Daddy was born, the Philippines was in transition from being a Spanish colony to a United States territory. The Daddy said that when he was a baby his parents ran him up into the mountains to hide during the war. The Daddy was surprised when I told him that it wasn't Spain the Filipinos were fighting, but the United States. I'm not sure if ever believed his "rebel" of a daughter at the time.

The Filipinos helped the Americans kick the Spanish out of the Philippines during the Spanish-American War, with the promise that the Filipinos would finally govern their own country.  The Americans lied.  Nothing new about that when it comes to one country invading another. The Americans called the war an "insurrection" and said it ended in 1902. Nope.

Anyway, the Daddy's baptismal paper stated that the baby Santiago, who had been born 10 days earlier, was baptized on July 25, 1905, the feast day for St. Santiago, also known as Saint James the Apostle, in the village of Santiago, Ilocos Sur.

I still wonder if the Daddy was named after the village, the saint, or the fact that it was the saint's feast day.

Happy Birthday to the Daddy!












Sunday, July 23, 2017

Succulents


I don't think I'm there yet—a succulent crazy mama.

I did go to a succulent and cactus show a couple months of ago. It was something to do. It was free.

And, yeah, okay I did buy $30 worth of plants, which I finally planted in that ceramic planter above.  The purchases were the orange and red moon cactuses, that spiny looking tree, the cactus with the tiny white flowers on the right that's blending with the white rocks, and the succulent in the metal planter on the left. Maybe that little succulent in the center of the bowl. I can't recall. I also can't remember if I kept their name tags.

Yesterday, I dug out the Mama's spindly looking aloe vera plants in the back yard. They were nesting next to the apricot tree and geraniums,  getting too much water and not enough sun.  I thought I would plant them today in a sunnier part of the backyard, but I felt too tired. Maybe tomorrow morning, I'll at least stick the largest plants into the ground, and a few of the new growth in old shoes.

Yes, shoes. I have two bags full of the Mama's and my old shoes to turn into planters for succulents. I don't know about the Mama's platform shoes, maybe they'll become part of a border. That might look cool, don't you think?

I tell you if it weren't for gardening, I don't know how I would've coped with everything these past 15 months.



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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter B


The Humans watch a lot of British black comedies because the Missus Lady loves the quick, dry wit of the British writers. They don't even have to try to be funny, she says.  I don't know what she means. Purrrrrrr. I hear no complaints from the Hero Man so he must think the same way.

The Legend of Barney Thomson (2015) 

Setting: In and around Glasgow

The Missus Lady says this film is wonderfully absurd. The main character is meek, bland barber Barney Thomson who has no customer service skills, so over the years he got pushed further into a corner where no customer wants to sit.

One evening after the barber shop closes, Barney and the manager have a heart to heart about woeful Barney that ends in an inadvertent push and shove, the manager dead, and a finally living large Barney. It was an accident so why didn't Barney quipppp just say so instead of hiding the body? Hero Man says if that was the case, there would be no movie.

Because the shop is shorthanded, Barney gets more customers. His confidence is boosted. Good. But, then Barney accidently kills another fellow barber and becomes the police's number one suspect. The police actually thinks Barney is a serial killer. Barney does his best to be one step ahead of the police.

The funniest lines, according to Missus Lady, belong to Emma Thompson who is purrrrrrrrty hilarious as Barney's way-out mum. She has no problems helping Barney dispose of the bodies, to Barney's misfortune. Here's an amuuusing fact: Ms. Thompson is a few years older than the actor who plays her son.

Cool cat Robert Carlyle, the actor who plays Rumpelstiltskin on Once Upon a Time, plays Barney. He also directed this movie. For a first-time director, he did quite well. The movie won the best feature film in the 2015 BAFTA Scotland Awards.




'A note from Su-sieee! Mac: Tis the letter B at ABC Wednesday. Click here to join Molly and me to read what others have written for the theme, and maybe link up, too. Thanks, ABCW team!

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

See the Strange Thing!


Come See the Strange Thing!

Posters called out to the Husband and me once upon a time at the county fair.

Only a Dollar!

How could we resist?

We walked up to the counter, plunked down our two bucks, and entered the tent.

Pictures and articles were plastered on the wall. I didn't want to read. I wanted instant gratification. Where is the Strange Thing!?

Then. . . . Eeeeeeeeeeeew!

On display was a shriveled up something that looked like a dried up armadillo. Yuck. The Strange Thing! was said to be a blood-sucking creature called a chupacabra.

Was it real? Qué sera, sera? The Internet mostly says the chupacabra is an urban legend, but that doesn't keep the curious from conducting field research.

Years later the Husband and I crack up whenever one of us brings up The Strange Thing! Have we learned our lesson? Will we plunk down hard-earned cash to see the next Strange Thing! at a county fair? Qué sera, sera?

By the way, we have our own little strange thing sitting on the kitchen window ledge. (Did you think I'd ever get to that?) It's definitely for real, our strange thing is. It's a citron, a kind of lemon, which also goes by the name of Buddha's Hand.

Don't let the photo fool you about its size. It's nearly three inches long and two-and-a-half inches high. Pretty strange, but kind of cute. Giggle.


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Sunday, July 16, 2017

Heat!


Molly the Cat can't stand the heat. Neither can the Husband and me. Nor can the computer.

The last couple of mini heat waves were simply high temps. Now Mother Nature has added another element—humidity. (Or is it us humans that has created the change?) Bleack. It's very unusual for our neck of the woods.

Poor Molly under all that fur. She looks at me and questions why I'm not doing anything about the heat. Kweippppp!


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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie


The Humans in this household like to watch movies in the afternoon. Three or four times a week, they do. Their movies come in the mail in a red envelope. I like it when one comes because the Lady or the Hero Man holds up that something-red and announces gleefully, "We got a movie!"

I heard the Lady say that she has seen so many movies she can't remember one from the next. A couple times they got a movie that they've already seen. But they don't seem to mind.

The Hero Man lets the Lady choose the movies. She's purrrrrty even-handed, choosing a sci-fi movie for him for every girrrly movie for her. Both like comedies. Sometimes a movie ends and the Lady says, "That wasn't a comedy."

The Lady decided to do a movie theme for the new round of ABC Wednesday, even creating a list of movies she might write about. But she ran out of steam. "You do it, Molly," she said.

Mewwwwww. So I am. Here's my first pick. Purrrrrrr.


Albert Nobbs

Setting: A fancy hotel in Dublin during the late 1800s.

Albert Nobbs, a butler, pines to have a marriage like his good friend Hubert Page, the hotel painter.  So, Albert sets off courting Helen Dawes, the maid who is in love with Joe, the new boilerman and a big, gross bully. Albert is a reticent mousey-looking person compared to vibrant handsome Joe. Let's see, quiet vs. buzzy? Bland vs. ooh-la-la? Who will stand by Helen when she becomes pregnant?

A straight-forward story, you're probably thinking. Not at all. Adding to the complexity of the tale is this: Albert Nobbs is a woman who chose to pose as a man in order to be steadily employed. His friend Hubert is also a woman disguised as a man.

The movie is based on the novella The Singular Life of Albert Nobbs by George Moore.
It was directed by Rodrigo Garcia, coming out in 2011. Glenn Close played the part of Albert Noble, having first performed the role on stage in 1982. It took her about 30 years to get the stage play made into a movie. Ms. Close was purrrrrrrrrrty awesome. So were the other actors.



A note from Su-sieee! Mac: ABC Wednesday begins round 21 under the new administrator Melody and her new team. It also has a new home. Happy Trails, new ABCW team!  To check out the other participants writing about the letter A, along with linking up, if you're interested, click here


 

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Limoncello by Me!


Yup! I made limoncello.  Not just say I'm going to make it like I have the past 13 years.

It tastes pretty good, too. The Husband said, "Whoa!" on the first day of tasting. Potent. Today, the fourth day, he said, "It has mellowed." Yup. Still potent, but now the lemony taste is coming through.

I chose Giada de Laurentiis' limoncello recipe because it didn't require months of waiting for the solution to do it's thing in a closet before we can drink it. Yup. Instant gratification.

Of course I modified the recipe as I went along. I pared lemon peels from 15 lemons and added lemon juice to the sugar syrup. I waited six days to decant the liqueur because I didn't have any bottles and jars. The recipe says that it's good in the refrigerator for a month, but I think it can last longer. After all I used the Costco brand of vodka, which is 60 proof. Yeah, dragon fire. But, remember, it's a mellow fire. Giggle.

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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Zetabetical


Zetabetical.

Cool word, huh?

I learned it this morning in the novel I'm currently reading, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman.  Zetabetical. Google coughed up 39 results of the word, its earliest use in 2003.

In the novel, the protagonist, Eleanor,  organized the tins on her kitchen shelf in zetabetical oder.

Tins? The novel is set in Glasgow.

Zetabetical. From the statement, I take the word to mean alphabetical in reverse order. You know, starting with Z. It wasn't easy for me going backwards, as you can tell in my picture. Giggle.

Today marks the last day for the current ABC Wednesday team. Thank you Roger, Leslie, Joyce, Gattina, Di, Melody, Pheno, and Troy!

Next week, a new round begins under Melody, the new ABCW administer, and her team at a new address. For the next ABCW round, I shall go through the alphabet writing about movies I've seen. Yup.

I've almost forgot. Click here to check out more Z themed posts.

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Flags & Flowers


Happy Fourth of July, One and All!


Sunday, July 2, 2017

Saying Hello to July


Surprise!

The amaryllis is in bloom. I had no idea the amaryllis could have a second bloom, six months apart. It isn't unusual, according to what I read today. My trick: Do nothing. I'm thinking that it may be getting the right amount of moisture from the foggy mornings.  Hurrah!


The drawer full of hens and chicks is new to the front yard. I finally pulled the succulents out from beneath some rose bushes and planted them in this drawer without a bottom. I placed the two plates there to cover the dirty spots on the drawer. Beats having to repaint the drawer.


The flowers fizzed out in the VHS-Tape Planter. Cie la vie!

The pot of frizzing spider plants on the other side of the yard called out "Dibs!" I hope they like their new home.


Many years ago in another town I recall a house lined with sunflowers on its south side. I thought it was so cool and wanted to do something like that one day. Looks like that day arrived.


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Saturday, July 1, 2017

Taking a Break for Writing


Note: I wrote this post yesterday from the iPad, then sent it to my computer by email. Perhaps one day I'll learn to cope and paste on iPad. Anyway, by evening, I was too pooped to get on the computer and publish this post. In the end, does it really matter if I had? :-)

I'm taking a short writer's break from being a domestic goddess. Brief no doubt because I have been thinking about writing that first sentence for the last 10 minutes. Every so often that sentence repeated itself in my brain when I wasn't distracted by The Solid Gold Oldies music station on TV playing in the background and by the ambitious things I want to complete before dinner begging for mental attention.

Sigh.

I forgot. What was the intent of this post?

Probably to brag about the things I have finally got to and then some. Should that be one word: then some, thensome?

To my great surprise the Blenheim apricot tree gifted us—and the birdies—with many branches full of fruit. We can't eat the apricots faster than they ripen on the tree. For every apricot we pick, one smashes on the ground. Not a bad ratio, considering we thought the tree wasn't interested in producing anymore.

This afternoon I finally turned off the computer and took care of the apricots. I froze a bunch of fruit, baked an apricot pie, made apricot pouches with the leftover filling and pie crust, and created a spicy sesame apricot salsa. Olé!

Cleanup took longer. That's what I'm resting from, which is about to be over.

Next on my agenda is to pare lemon rind and soak them in vodka for my first ever attempt at making limoncello. I've been wanting to try that for the past 13 years. 

Until later.

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

The Young Husband of Mine


Today the sweet Husband turns a young 6 times 11.

One, two, three, everyone— For he's a jolly good fellow. Happy Birthday to the Husband!!



We're at the letter Y on ABC Wednesday, which means this round is nearly over. Wowza! Click here to check out other participants this week. Thank you, ABCW team!


Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Xyst


Imagine: You are on a tree-lined avenue. You may be walking, driving, standing, or grandly sitting. The thoroughfare may be as rustic as pepper trees edging a private road or as sophisticated as a boulevard in sweet-smelling shadow of the flowering trees.

You are on a xyst. The word was coined in Ancient Rome to describe covered garden paths and tree-lined gardens. 

A word fanatic might disagree with my application of the word to our imagined tree-lined streets.

"Where is the garden?" that word fanatic might ask.

I would simply respond. "Look around you."

Giggle.

It's the letter X this week at ABC Wednesday. Check out the  meme hereThank you, ABCW team!


Sunday, June 18, 2017

Always, the Daddy


I imagine it going this way:

"Susie. Susie, hold still."

"You can go play in the water after I take the picture."

"Susie! Stop moving."

The photographer, who was probably the Mama, sighed. She most likely turned to the Daddy who knew what to do.

He crouched behind me, holding me in place.

"Susie smile at the camera."

Click.

No doubt the Mama sighed when she saw the photo. Oh, well.

Throughout my life, the Daddy always had my back.


Happy Father's Day to all you dads out there!

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