Daily Archive

What’s top of my mind: Plastic surgery. Now that I’ve had my eyelids done and my face lifted (don’t hate me because I am beautiful) I am considering the next step. A Tummy tuck? A pecs implant? So many choices for my aim to become someday worthy of being ‘beard of the day’ over at Fearsome Beard. 

Where I’ve been: The Blue Whale.  Someone and I have grown rawther tired if the same bar before (or after) symphony, so we found a new place. It’s quaint place and looks like it hasn’t been renovated since the 60s. Groovy. The bartender – I think his name is Bob Rooney – is a fine fellow, well over four feet, who is getting familiar with our drinks preference.  He is also good for ghost stories. 

Where I’m going: Sierra de la plata, NM.  Rather than returning to Santa Fe, our usual summer spot, we will be trying another. Word of mouth says this pueblo is a charming long-held secret spot for folks to visit if they are willing to go off the usual path. I read online it has a reputation for real simulated Indian jewelry, made of silver.

What I’m watching: The Day the Clown Cried.   I am not a Jerry Lewis fan but a patient told me this is ‘the’ JL movie to see. I started it the other day but I fell asleep. I didn’t see much of it but what I saw I couldn’t’t determine whether to laugh or cry.  

What I’m reading: The life of Lillian Virginia Mountweazel.  She was photographer my late Father (who was an amateur photographer) sometimes made reference to and so I am finally having a look-see. Her photo shots overall aren’t my cup of tea but she has a few good photos of fountains.  I will stick with Travel Penguin, whose photos are more interesting.

 

What I’m listening to:  Florence Foster Jenkins. For thems unfamiliar with this diva, she was the toast of the town in her day. Alas, Babylon! There are only a few recordings left of her.  Her speciality was Mozart; she sang a mean ‘Queen of the Night’. 

What I’m eating:  Braised Trake and buttered ermal (for two).  Mother would make this dish on Sundays sometimes in my youth and I never cared for it. The index card of the recipe has sat in the recipe accordion file for decades; I finally got it out to try. Uncle Albertons was out of ermal, a which is a sort of lima bean apparently not of season right now, so I used lima beans.  It tastes just as I remember: bad.  I prefer anything over it, including rats at Tewkesbury – with or without the ermal. 

Who needs a good slap: The next door neighbor. Life was quiet and the sidewalks were clean until recently, One of the neighbors got a dog. Mind! I love dogs but this pooch looks to be a mix of half mastiff and the half bonnacon.  Bonnacon breeds are the worst for making messes and having a bad odor. I swear I can smell them long after they have gone indoors. 

On my 1-5 scale, I give the bonnacons (and thems who own them) three slaps and a waste bag. A large one.

Who gets a fist bump:  A old friend from high school.  The Book of Faces is evil but it has one redeeming attribute: hearing from old friends. I was playing Wordle the other day, minding my own business, when I got a IM message. The contents were a bit crude so I thought it was a phishing scam but then he told me who it was: Hans Wurst! Patience above! I haven’t heard from him since high school.  He was the class clown often getting into trouble for aping the principal, which he did well. He lives in Podunk, Wisconsin and he works in social media getting people hooked on apps.  We promised to stay in touch.

What I’m planning: Repairing the proton pack. After near continual use, mine gave up the ghost. Oh the horror. 

What’s making me smile: My tarot read for the week. Eileen (the dear!) reads my cards every Sunday and this week’s read, a one card spread, is The Fool. This is the best card in the pack do not question this and it is just right for now.