Thursday, July 31, 2014

What?

Me? Worry?  Well, I'm trying not to worry but everything has been a little trying lately.  So yeah, I have moments of worry.  It was pretty funny when I did a Google image search for my name.  Lots of funny stuff plus my old friend Alfred E.  So for old times' sake...

In the course of a meeting yesterday the problem of "Google issues" was discussed.  I don't exactly have Google issues.  Except that Googling myself brings up Alfred E. Newman.  There must be a deeper meaning beyond the fact that he's appeared in this blog before.  Deep.  But I won't lie awake worrying about it.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Holding Down the Fort

anxious and troubled about a few things.  First of all, holding down the fort when we're between forts.  Our time was up at our temporary house - and not a moment too soon* - two weeks ago.  Not having found the right place at the right price, we are currently split between two places.  My commute is getting to be a bit taxing, though I must admit I was spoiled by all the years of having a 7 minute drive
to work.

I guess I am still more of a homemaker than I thought, since I feel a bit at loose ends without my own space to 'make.' But I do find enough "Martha-ish" things to do in the course of a day.  And managed to find the time to write something about Ss. Martha and Mary, which I was so tempted to subtitle, Yes, We Could Clog a Dyson!



*it was the random gunshots that really wore our nerves thin. That and the crackhead who lived in the basement. Though the dog never quite was acclimated and went into a real funk when the daily fireworks began as soon as the whether warmed up.  Everyday was the Fourth of July in that neighborhood.  And July 4th itself was like a war zone.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

If I Must Spend a Lot of Time With a Cat. . .

When you're done with this, I have some old New Yorkers  you may enjoy!
. . . I prefer it to be a literate cat.  Maybe not such a magazine hog, but still.  So - do I send a little catnip for Christmas or add him to the Vanity Fair gift subscription list?

And why am I suddenly hanging with cats?  Our time was up at the 'temp' house (thank the Lord - it was becoming too strange to continue living there) and we don't have a place lined up yet.  So Bee and I are crashing with Fran, Martha and the literate cats.  Hope this doesn't last too long, though it sure beats living with a crackhead in the basement and a nightly torrent of fireworks and the occasional gunshots.  (Independence Day was a barrage of noise and chaos, from which one of the dogs has not recovered.  I think he has canine shell-shock) 

Sunday, June 29, 2014

We're Out of Cornflakes . . .

"I can't take it anymore, Felix, I'm cracking up. Everything you do irritates me. And when you're not here, the things I know you're gonna do when you come in irritate me. You leave me little notes on my pillow. Told you 158 times I can't stand little notes on my pillow. "We're all out of cornflakes. F.U." Took me three hours to figure out F.U. was Felix Unger!"
Those building block Kleenex boxes are always lending themselves to (young?) shoppers' shenanigans.  Bee and I brought the Odd Couple spirit while at Target yesterday.  I tried to take the picture quickly, as paper goods was a very busy aisle.  Where were the gales of laughter?  No Felix Unger fans there, I guess.  Though one man thought my taking picture of a Kleenex display was mildly amusing.  Make that perplexing.  He was just perplexed.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Of all the inappropriate toys...

that my children managed to  smuggle into church, there never was a (toy) sword.  A sword? How did the child behind me at Mass this morning manage to bring a sword - albeit of the foamy variety - to church?  Hate to do a "if that was my child" but...if that was my child, the sword would have been confiscated and placed in a secure location. (i.e, behind mother's derriere until church was over; then it would be sentenced to a high shelf in the parents' closet for a certain punitive duration.)  I'm not a crank.  I like those foamy toy swords.  We've had a lot of fun with them over the years, just as we've also enjoyed the sport of fencing/walloping with swim noodles.  Now that plants a very bad image in my mind - children bringing 'noodles' to church....  Oy. That would demand more than a stink-eye to the parents.  One might need to call an usher.  Or the pastor.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Calling St. Anthony!!! Again...




So, it is the Feast of St. Anthony of Padua .  Time to ask for one more favor.  There's the matter of the TJMaxx giftcard that I bought for B's birthday last week.  Still haven't found it!  Giving someone a homemade gift card to be redeemed for a lost gift card shows I am at the nadir of my organizational skills.  The absolute nadir. 

Sunday, June 08, 2014

Greetings from a beat up 15 inch MacBook . . .

  • Another June...more birthdays.  Our Irish Princess has her birthday on Friday.  (Yes, The Omen jokes continue after all these years. There are NO 6s on her scalp. I, the doctor, and, as Clairol would say, her hairdresser know for sure.) I didn't do the Bees on the Lawn thing this year.  The bees are in storage and I'm not too sure how a lawn full of dozens of plastic bees would play with our landlord and new neighbors.  (Us and our "crazy white people" customs).  Did make some shabby chic paper bees, which Bridget found whimsical.  She said shabby chic.  My thought was more along 'pathetic attempt.'  One of her gifts from us was a TJMaxx gift card; which I lost before I could wrap it.  I know I put it in a safe place.  Still waiting on a little help from St. Anthony - so I made a gift card to redeem for a gift card!
  • My father would have turned 89 yesterday.  The story about that British WWII vet who walked away from his rest home to join other veterans in France on Friday reminded me of my father.  Men who, while still in their teens, defended their countries and faced unspeakable horrors and losses developed a strength that is not easily tamed by illness nor frailty.  They are not easily shushed and "now, now, that'll do"-ed into submission.
  • Despite its embarrassing vulgarities, Silicon Valley has been my favorite television show.  Something about it 'speaks to me.'  The part of me that feels like I've spent the last decade (or more) living in a tech incubator of sorts.  And, of course, I'm writing this on my beat up 15 inch MacBook Pro with stupid stickers.   I should remember to grab one of the Pied Piper stickers that I made as a birthday gift for Chuck.  That's the sticker touch this MacBook needs.
  • Watching too many British medical shows has left me with the habit of addressing Franny as Sister.  And asking how soon she'll be promoted to Matron.  (London Hospital is fabulous.  Based on factual hospital records, memoirs, and news stories...it gives a fascinating and realistic reminder of how much the practice of medicine has progressed in the last 100 years.  I hope Sister Frances gets time to watch it.  She'll love it.  And if she thinks her 60/40 poly-cotton scrubs are uncomfortable, the nurses' uniforms at the London will make her very thankful! Those poor nurses feet didn't have anything wonderful like Dansko's either) 
  • My at-home-working-on-my-laptop glasses make me look like Dominick Dunne in drag.  Or perhaps I flatter myself.
  • TV has been my go-to distraction since our move.  At least when my eyes are too tired for reading.  And often while I am reading.  But I did get to see an advance screener of a great movie "Ida".  This is better for review writing, as I could watch it several times, go back to rewatch certain parts, and double check any quotes.  "Ida" is so good that it's worthy of a trip to Renaissance Place to watch on the big screen.  Maybe next week...this week-end has been awfully full and time grows short.
  • I'm buoyed by the weather forecast for the next five days.  Nothing too hot.  So next Saturday we'll go to Costco to get a couple air conditioners to keep us alive when the weather takes a turn for the 'hot' that the TV weather persons rhapsodize about from their air conditioned studios.  Hot weather is fun when you have a retreat to cool off and dehumidify.
  • The cooler weather is also nice since I can delay the air conditioner in my window at work.  It is a necessity in a second floor office of a flat roofed former convent built in the 1950s.  (I don't know how the sisters survived.  When the temps get into the 80s, the second floor is a little slice of hell on Church property.)  Last year I didn't request the AC until the first week in July.  It is a necessity - but with the downside of turning each office into an isolated, claustrophobic pod with a giant white noise machine.  But it beats sweating on the paperwork.  And the computer.  And sticking to my chair.

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