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 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.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Home is Wherever I'm with You

We few, we happy few, we band of sisters and brothers...
All this mother needs for a happy Mother's Day.  The fetes and gifts are lovely, but having this beautiful band of brothers and sisters to look upon is all I need.  We've been through a lot these past six months, but as long as I have them I have home.

My heart breaks for those who can't wait for today to pass, as the losses they have sustained make Mother's Day a time at the foot of the Cross rather than one of revelry.

I must not forget the mothers who cam before me.  My own mother, for whom I always made Mother's Day something of a trial.  Thank God, I grew out of that.  And then had children of my own, which really made understand how wonderful my mother was. She made it look so easy.

And there are the grandmothers I never knew.  My mom lost her mother when she was 16.  My father lost his mother at the unimaginable age of 7.  I finally paid a visit to my paternal grandmother's grave last November.  Touched by her epitaph, but not really surprised.  For whatever else I may accomplish in life, my greatest pride is in those six jolly jokers above.  (As something of a joker myself, I broke the solemnity hanging over us as we returned to the car and mentioned that my headstone would have room for only five children's names and the next person to incur my wrath would be omitted.  Just joking  I love them all - they are marvelous.  And they all also, forget to replenish toilet paper, misplace car keys, call me on my morning to sleep in.)
"Loren's Mother"

The angels have not
been blessed with such a
grace. They cannot share in
God's creative miracle to bring
new saints to Heaven. Only a
human mother can. Mothers
are closer to God the Creator
than any other creature; God
joins forces with mothers in
performing this act of
creation... What on God's
good earth is more glorious
than this: to be a mother?
—Joseph Cardinal Mindszenty

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Pink Flats with Bows

I couldn't.  I wouldn't.  I wouldn't if I could. 
As a person who tries to keep it simple - I mean, I love wearing my Crocs - and so admires the Holy Father's call to simplicity and the less blingy life, I would be somewhat embarrassed to wear Chanel flats.  But...also as a person who couldn't walk in any kind of heels if my life depended on it, I do appreciate the plethora of really nice and good looking flats that are available these days.  And these keep catching my eye on the internets. They'rs pink.  They're flats with bows!!!  (I know about algorithms....and how they are used to tickle my shoe interest.  Some bot out there knows me a little too well. Flats. With bows. Pink!)

No.  I wouldn't buy them.  Even through a discount online consignment concern they are too freakin' "splooey"*. [I go through great mental debate about buying $20 flats at Target, so these are about $430 over my price range. Ha!]  But if someone has them and is moved to give them to the poor....yes, I would wear them if they were left on my doorstep.  Because alms givers needs alms receivers, right?**  Size 10...Wide.

*von Hubenism for conspicuous consumption.
**three of my four daughters wear the same size, so I could be a giver and/or at least sharer, too!  In fact, I'd feel so guilty having them in my possession I would have to pass them along!

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