Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Edwina the Ecru Egret


On the 88th floor of the Earhart edifice, Edwina the Ecru Egret pressed the down button to the elevator.

She was exhausted. She had spent the last hour consulting with a career expert. "You have enormous empathy for your fellow egrets," the counselor evoked enthusiastically. "You would excel exceedingly well in educational counseling."

Edwina sighed. How could she help others when editing her own life was sometimes an elegiac effort? Perhaps she ought to be an eyelet punch operator.

The elevator doors opened.

"Edwina, my darling girl!"

"Agathe!" the ecru egret exulted. "How was Europe?"

The two old friends hugged and kissed.

"Europe was enchanting," Agathe the Aaardvark exclaimed. "I must go pay this electrical bill. Could you wait for me? Maybe have lunch?"

Edwina had no other engagement so Agathe expressed herself down the hall and was back at the elevator in no time at all.

"I love your hat, Edwina. So chic." Agathe examined it closely. "Isn't that an Eastern Imperial eagle feather?"

"Yes, it's from Edgar," said Edwina, tears slipping from her eyes.

Agathe patted the egret, thinking, "Unrequited love. So excruciating."

"Darling," said Agathe ever so gently, "I ran into Edgar in the European Green Belt."

"How is he?" Edwina's eyes shined with enchantment.

"He is well, as is his wife and their new eaglet."

Edwina dropped her head. "I didn't even know he was engaged."

"It's for the better," Agathe said. "Long distance relationships are easier said than done."

Edwina sighed, then reached deeply into herself to extract a smile. "Come, Agathe," she said energetically. "Let's go toast your homecoming with Espresso martinis and bounce to some Bruno Mars."

"That's my girl," said Agathe.

The elevator arrived at the 88th floor. As the two old friends entered the lift, Edwina asked, "Did you know Charlie the Camel entered a cable car bell ringing contest? And, the Daffodil triplets are disco dancing again?"

The elevator doors closed on the old friends' evocative giggles, chortles, and snorts.


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Tuesday, February 6, 2018

First Sightings of Spring


On Saturday, I saw a few California poppies waving "Hey ya! Hi ya! How ya?" from some slopes along the road. Whooo-hooo!

I also saw irises nestled in with some yellow ice plants along a sidewalk in the town next over. Yippieee!

On the home front, our ornamental pear tree is full of snow-white blossoms.  Wheeeeeeee!



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Monday, February 5, 2018

A Kitchen Game: Leftovers


How many dishes can you make out of leftovers? Not separate dishes. More like turning leftovers into something left over for more leftovers.

It was either Monday or Tuesday last week that I made pork ribs by first simmering them with fresh garlic and Cajun spices, then broiling them in a toaster oven. For the BBQ sauce, I mixed leftover homemade pizza sauce, made a few days earlier, with horseradish. Sounds horrible, but it tasted mighty good, so the Husband said.

Even though it was a small slab of ribs, we had leftovers. Not enough for two people though. A couple days later, I added the meat to a concoction of garbanzo beans, peas, linguisa, and leftover sauteed onions and mushrooms. I also threw in a couple of frozen tomatoes. That delectable dish was served with Jasmine rice.

There were leftovers.

On Saturday, we happened to be standing in front of a Mexican restaurant. Its doors were wide open so we could enjoy yummy smells. Although mouthwatering, we weren't hungry enough to eat. When we did our food shopping, we bought chips, locally made salsa, and cheddar cheese for nachos. My version involved layering the chips, the leftover pork and garbanzo mixture, some salsa, and shredded cheese. The nachos went well with an oat-based beer.

Leftovers? Yup, about a portion's worth.

I stuck the nachos in the fridge, but being that it's two days later, the leftovers will go into the trash can instead of our tummies.  After all, we have leftovers from yesterday's dinner.




Sunday, February 4, 2018

A Bit of a Wander


Lately, it's like pulling teeth to get me to go beyond the mailbox. Some of my reticence is not wanting to catch any virus out there in the public. Some, not wanting to put on a bra and shoes. A little, the annoyance of possibly feeling a whiff of fear and hostility of someone judging me or others around me as not being allowed to exist among them. Yes, there is that. A bit, the pain of my so-called arthritic knees, which I prefer to describe as having no more cartilage. But, mostly, I haven't felt the need or urge to go out.


Yesterday afternoon, I didn't talk myself out of going out because we needed to fill up the pantry and refrigerator again. If I'm going to cook more, then I need ingredients to create decent meals. So off to the organic farm stand and the grocery store we went, along with a stop for a couple of beer growlers from Brewery Twenty-Five in San Juan Bautista. I'll write more about them another day.

Our stroll from the car to the beer place was two short blocks, but, gosh, oh gee, the wonder the camera discovered. I really need to talk myself into going out more. 


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Saturday, February 3, 2018

Joy in a Crayon Box


It was only yesterday morning that I organized the crayon box according to their hues. There above in the photo is my proof. By the way, isn't he a cutie patootie, the Huband?

The crayon box is one of the few things I've organized in the past few weeks. Maybe the only thing indoors. Tsk, tsk.

Last night, I put the opened box of crayons on the couch beside me and whaddayaknow many of them tumbled out of the box and between the cushions. I was able to find almost all of them.

Yeah, the crayon box is already out of sorts. Such is to be expected, and that's okay.

The cool thing about this box of crayons is it's from the 1980s, maybe earlier. We found it in one of the Husband's parents' boxes, which we're slowly opening after nearly 14 years in storage.  I doubt I would've gone out and bought crayons otherwise. It's a holiday of gifts whenever we look inside the boxes.

Joy, joy, joy!