5 things:
1. Coda from yesterday: Just as I walked in the door last night, my cell phone rang.
It was NOT a politician. Nope. It was the National Women's Museum, and the lovely
caller asked me if I was an artist. I said, Yes. And she said, "What is your medium? I said "Painting and drawing." She said, "What a wonderful talent to have." I nodded to my work hanging on the walls. Then she asked if I would consider contributing $300 to the Women's Museum, and I said, "Wait till I quit laughing." I was too startled to sing "Old Mother Hubbard."
2. Then, thinking of other pressing items on my worry list, I called my PA and left a message: "Why did you tell me last week my brain was shrinking? Compared to what? I don't recall ever having had another brain scan at GW in the past." I just want to know where they're getting this. I can't imagine they've gotten their mitts on any of my previous brain scans (from the 1970s in Minnesota and Iowa). They have had a hard enough time remembering my past medical history from THEIR hospital and which meds I am allergic to--every time I go there, they ask me this. And they seem genuinely surprised that I had polio at age 7 or 8. As if I haven't told them umpteen times before. Jaysus.
3. Dinner tonight is 5 baking powder biscuits from a short General Mills jr. tube (5 biscuits in all), and I'm eating them with butter and honey, all washed down with a cup of Irish breakfast (black) tea. If not substantial or even close to nutritious, it's delectable.
4. This morning I got an email from an old friend from Gallaudet days. She is encouraging me to attend some conference for deaf persons this fall in Norfolk, VA, and then she told me that another friend is not coming because she and her husband have moved to Libby, Montana, to share a house with her husband's 97-year-old father. That sounds like a real adventure. Libby is stuck way up in the NW corner of Montana right by the Canadian border and just west of Glacier Park. It's a gorgeous area, right at the intersection of the Cabinet mountains and the Kootenai river. There's a bar & grill in Wisconsin named "The Libby Montana bar & grill." Something like that. More adventure than I'm up for, that's for sure. We were going to go camping in Glacier one summer over Memorial Day weekend, and it SNOWED. Ish.
5. My neighbor, Margie, across the hall performed at the Sunday Blues Concert at Westminster Presbyterian Church in SW DC. I couldn't/didn't go because of a snafu in scheduling, but my friends said she wowed the audience. She is 65, and she sings professionally as "Little Margie Clark." My other neighbor, Shirley, next door, says she has serious rheumatoid arthritis and probably sits down for some or most of her numbers. I forgot to ask.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Friday, May 30, 2014
TGIF, mostly
5 items:
1. If I get any more fund-raising calls at this, the very end of the month, I'm gonna call back and sing "Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard, to get her poor doggie a bone. But when she got there, the cupboard was bare, and so the poor doggie had none." The thing about politicians is that they are so well paid, they never experience having the money go before the end of the month.
2. I am gonna have potato pancakes with maple syrup for lunch today. fingers crossed. and thanks be to the Little Oscars (small food processors). peel and chop one potato, add to LO, add 1 raw egg, and spin!! when it's nice (no big lumps), pour all into hot pan with melted butter and cook till it's crispy brown on the edges and the bubbles in the middle have popped. Flip it over and cook some more till it nice & brown. yum!! put it on your plate, with more butter if you're a hedonist like me,
and a bit of genuine maple syrup.
3. It's nice and cool today. have turned off the AC and opened a window in the den, which has a ceiling fan. so comfy! Most of my old neighbors do this, too. Margaret across the street never uses her AC. Of course, she was born and raised here, and she's used to the heat and humidity. I was born and raised elsewhere, and I simply love being hot rather than cold all the time.
4. I am reading a fabulous novel: THE BLAZING WORLD by Siri Hustvedt. It's about a woman artist named Harriet (Harry to some) Burden. Ordinarily I am a very speedy reader, but not this book. I'm reading every word, even the footnotes!! Footnotes in a novel?? Oh yes! This is like no other novel I've ever read. Glorious!!
5. My dogwood is blooming, finally--weeks after the American dogwoods have bloomed and lost their petals. It's some kind of Antipodean dogwood--from New Zealand or Australia?? I love its creamy yellowish-green blossoms.
OOPS. my dogwood is from the Himalayas or China, and it's called "Cornus capitata" (or "Himalayan strawberry tree, Evergreen dogwood, or Bentham's Cornus"). My tree book says:
1. If I get any more fund-raising calls at this, the very end of the month, I'm gonna call back and sing "Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard, to get her poor doggie a bone. But when she got there, the cupboard was bare, and so the poor doggie had none." The thing about politicians is that they are so well paid, they never experience having the money go before the end of the month.
2. I am gonna have potato pancakes with maple syrup for lunch today. fingers crossed. and thanks be to the Little Oscars (small food processors). peel and chop one potato, add to LO, add 1 raw egg, and spin!! when it's nice (no big lumps), pour all into hot pan with melted butter and cook till it's crispy brown on the edges and the bubbles in the middle have popped. Flip it over and cook some more till it nice & brown. yum!! put it on your plate, with more butter if you're a hedonist like me,
and a bit of genuine maple syrup.
3. It's nice and cool today. have turned off the AC and opened a window in the den, which has a ceiling fan. so comfy! Most of my old neighbors do this, too. Margaret across the street never uses her AC. Of course, she was born and raised here, and she's used to the heat and humidity. I was born and raised elsewhere, and I simply love being hot rather than cold all the time.
4. I am reading a fabulous novel: THE BLAZING WORLD by Siri Hustvedt. It's about a woman artist named Harriet (Harry to some) Burden. Ordinarily I am a very speedy reader, but not this book. I'm reading every word, even the footnotes!! Footnotes in a novel?? Oh yes! This is like no other novel I've ever read. Glorious!!
5. My dogwood is blooming, finally--weeks after the American dogwoods have bloomed and lost their petals. It's some kind of Antipodean dogwood--from New Zealand or Australia?? I love its creamy yellowish-green blossoms.
OOPS. my dogwood is from the Himalayas or China, and it's called "Cornus capitata" (or "Himalayan strawberry tree, Evergreen dogwood, or Bentham's Cornus"). My tree book says:
From the Himalayas and China, this evergreen dogwood makes a rounded, low-branched tree of 30 ft (9m) after many years, with dense, grayish green foliage. In late spring and early summer its canopy is decked with massed flowerheads, each with 4 large bracts of a beautiful soft lemon yellow. In autumn, it has large, juicy (but tasteless) scarlet compound fruit.
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