Archive for December, 2007
Dec 21 2007
- On this day in 1620, The Mayflower landed at Plymouth Rock
- On this day in 1864, General William T. Sherman conquered Savannah
- On this day in 1898, Pierre and Marie Curie discovered radium
- On this day on 1922, Paul Winchell was born, NYC, ventriloquist (Jerry Mahoney, Knucklehead Smith)
- On this day in 1946, Frank Capra’s “It’s a Wonderful Life,” premiered
- On this day in 1957, Ray Romano was born
- On this day in 1988, Pan Am Flight 103 from London to New York exploded in midair over Lockerbie, Scotland
- On this day in 1804, Benjamin Disraeli was born
But the most important thing that happened on this day *drum roll*
On this day in 1928, my Dad was born.
Happy Birthday Dad!
Dec 20 2007
Today my oil & transmission fluid was changed and my odometer reads 104,018. I’ll never remember, so I’ll blog it. God, I’m
Dec 20 2007
I Know Who She Is
It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman, in his 80’s, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.
On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had a doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease. As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him. “And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?”
He smiled as he patted my hand and said. “She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.”
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, “That is the kind of love I want in my life.” True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
Dec 19 2007
There I was, blogging this morning over coffee, and came across a blog where a woman was married to her soul mate, the love of her life.
OK… so the divorced, slightly jaded, moderately cynical woman is thinking “Is there a such a thing as the ‘perfect man’? Is the phrase ‘perfect man’ THE classic oxymoron, right up there with ‘military intelligence’ and ‘government efficiency’?” For the last few hours, I’ve been asking myself what would it take? What sort of man could make me actually consider remarrying?
In a heartbeat, I would marry again, if the right man presented himself. I liked being married (see Mr X). I enjoyed having someone to share things with; the good and the bad. At this point in my life I am more discerning because I know myself better. I will keep this list open as I think more about it, but for now to marry again I would need a man who is:
- Intelligent -not necessarily someone with 5 or 6 post-graduate degrees, but well read and well spoken.
- Extroverted – at least to some measurable degree. I enjoy conversation and gatherings.
- Funny – a sense of humor, able to laugh at yourself and sometimes, your circumstances.
- Family-oriented – my family is where my heart is.
- Content with a simple life – home, family, friends, food, sitting in front of a cozy fire sipping wine.
- Appreciative of some of the finer things – music, wine, books, perhaps some travel
- Wine lover – see #s 5 & 6
- Neat – I don’t do well in a cluttered environment.
- An animal lover – I will always have pets.
- Affectionate – I love a touch, a look, a hug.
- Gainfully Employed – lol, almost forgot that one.
- Thoughtful – brings flowers for no reason, makes me soup when I’m sick.
- Sentimental – remembers birthdays, first dates, etc.
- Kind – to young, old and everything in between
- Mechanically Inclined and Generally handy around the house – have you had to pay for a service call of any kind lately?
- A Boston Sports Fan – my family would have a difficult time accepting a NY Yankee fan – it would not be pretty
- Spontaneous – I’m not sure I need this, but since I’ve never had this, I’d like to take it out for a spin
Dec 18 2007
Barbara Gregg tells us the Christmas story of the “pastor’s cat.”
“Seems just before Christmas, a pastor’s kitten had climbed up into a tree and was afraid to come down. He tried to coax it down with food and warm milk, but, no dice. The tree was too frail to climb, so the pastor decided to rope it and pull it down closer with his car, thinking the cat would jump off when it neared the ground. But, as he moved the car forward, the rope snapped, the tree went ‘boing,’ and the kitten sailed out of sight. The pastor felt terrible, but figured the Lord would care for it somehow.
“A few days later, he was in the supermarket, when he came upon one of his parishioners, who hated cats, with a basketful of cat food. Being curious, he asked her why she was buying cat food when she disliked cats so much. She said, ‘You won’t believe this, but my little girl had been begging me for a cat for Christmas, so I told her if God wants her to have a cat, I would let her keep it. I watched her go into our yard, kneel down, and pray for a kitty. No sooner had she finished, a kitten flew out of the sky and landed in front of her. I know, Pastor, because I was there when it happened.’
‘Amen,’ smiled the pastor knowingly, as he thanked God for the ‘Christmas gift.’”
Dec 15 2007
Last night I sat on the patio with my Dad reminiscing about Christmases past. I listened as he recalled days of sledding, skating, and Christmas Parades with Santa and his sleigh actually stopping in front of our house on Christmas Eve! One story leading to another and another.
Having my parents living with me during the autumn of their lives has been both an enlightening and wonderful experience for me. My parents are part of my memories as well as keepers of my memories. As we discuss different events of my childhood, differences in perceptions and recollections are almost always revealed. How could they not be different?
Listening to my parents recall events from the years they were raising their family, me and my seven siblings, has brought a whole new enrichment to my life.
For example, I remember the big 3-day blackout in the 60’s as being a great adventure for me and my sister as we waited for Dad to ‘rescue’ us in the eves of the 3rd floor in our house. To this day that house is still my favorite. The house itself was huge! It had a full basement, 2 floors and a finished attic. It had tons of cubby holes and hiding places. We even discovered a ’secret room’ in the attic which could only be accessed from the kitchen pantry. We wondered endlessly what purpose that room was intended for, and why it was hidden. The house also had 4 fireplaces, a library, a basement toilet that flushed up and a gigantic framed window overlooking the bay and the Boston skyline. For a time, we had three generations living in that house.
My Dad remembers that the house was painted all one dark dreary grey color so that it looked like a haunted house and that he dreaded the thought of repainting it, and that he had serious issues with the furnaces and trouble keeping the house heated. He told me some of the history of the house, recalling old photographs of young girls in parasols on the front lawn at the turn of the century, that it was once a hotel affiliated with the yacht club.
What we agreed on is that the times we shared in that house were wonderful. It was simply marvelous!
Dec 14 2007
No clue where this list originated so I can’t give credit, but it’s hysterical.
- Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they’re serving rum balls.
- Drink as much eggnog as you can and quickly. You can’t find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It’s not as if you’re going to turn into an ‘eggnog-aholic’ or something. It’s a treat. Enjoy it! Have one for me. Have two. It’s later than you think.
- If something comes with gravy, use it. That’s the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand-alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.
- As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they’re made with skim milk or whole milk. If it’s skim, pass. Why bother? It’s like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.
- Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people’s food for free. Lots of it. Hello?
- Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year’s. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you’ll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.
- If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don’t budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They’re like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you’re never going to see them again.
- Same for pies. Apple, pumpkin and mincemeat – have a slice of each. Or, if you don’t like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert — Labor Day?
- Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it’s loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards. I am a firm believer that there is only one fruitcake in the world and it just keeps going around and around by mail.
- One final tip: If you don’t feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven’t been paying attention. Reread tips.
Start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner. Remember: “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body. But rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming ‘YEE-HAWWWWWW! what a ride!”
Cheers to you, whoever wrote this!