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.



I'm sharing at Jesh's All Seasons, her weekly meme that she hosts at her site Artworks by JeshStG. Click here to check it out. Thanks, Jesh!

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.

I'm linking up with All Seasons, a weekly meme hosted by Jesh at JeshStG Artwork. Click here to check out the other participants. Thank you, Jesh.





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.


I'm linking up with All Seasons, a weekly meme hosted by Jesh at Artworks from JeshStG. Click here to check out other participants. Thanks, Jesh!


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.