Friday, March 29, 2024
They're Done - A Mini Rant
Thursday, March 28, 2024
A Garden Epiphany
I decided not to feel terrible about how small those scallions were, because the onion bulbs themselves were absorbing all the nutrients that had no where else to go. Some are red, some are yellow, all are quite amazing.
For the next six weeks I'm going to be agreeing to just about everything. Why not? It's spring and school's (almost) out for summer.
Wednesday, March 27, 2024
Grrrrrrrrr
I'm surprised that I'm surprised. Actually, royally pissed off is closer to my current state of mind. Once again, the Lying Liar has escaped the fate reserved for mere mortals like you and me. I leapt past furious when I heard the news; typing this hours later has left me with steam coming out of my ears.
Without explanation, the NYState Appeals Court cut the bond to a mere $175 million.
Try that the next time you're arrested for a crime. Stay out on the street on your own recognizance. Appeal the judgement because you just really really can't raise the exorbitant amount required by that very mean judge. Get a reprieve at the next to the last minute - less money out and more time to find it.
There was no explanation attached to the ruling. Apparently (note irony), that's not necessary.
Someone's offering $3 billion for Truth Social. The judge in his criminal trial told him to shut up, citing his behavior surrounding his other court cases where the judges also told him to keep his mouth shut.
Did you know that the jurors' personal information is shared with the defense team? I wonder if I'd be brave enough to serve.
The guy just keeps winning and winning. Even when he loses he manages to win. Should he lose this criminal case he can appeal the judgement, stretching it out well past his expected life span.
Even in death, he'd win.
Tuesday, March 26, 2024
Should It Stay?
There are four of them that look just like that. They get the job done. I don't worry about getting every corner as clean as it might be because the stains are from cookies and biscuits and crescent rolls and other goodies I made for those I love.
I bought a new one last summer. It didn't take long for it to acquire that same patina.... only slightly less unsightly.
The ones in the drawer worked for these potatoes
as they've worked for similar meals over the last who knows how many years.
Did I move them with me from California or did I treat myself to new ones for my new home?
Do I want to spend money on something that won't look new for very long?
Does it really bother me that much?
I think, once again, that my fingers typing to you have answered the question.
Thanks.
Monday, March 25, 2024
Part Two about March Madness will be brief, because I was wrong about Yale (who advanced) and surprised by the Pac12 and I slept or read my way through most of the weekend's games once Arizona won in the morning slot.
The reading and sleeping went hand in hand because sometimes acorns fall far from their trees. Dick Francis's British horse racing series was quick witted and quickly plotted and written in a sparing, blunt style. His son, whose bio on the book flap says he could not deny that his family's gift of writing had been passed along to him, should have stuck with teaching A-level physics instead of continuing in his father's footsteps.
The father's books could be read as stand alone novels. There were no characters for the son to bollix up. But his dense paragraphs on the intricacies of the Value Added Tax, no matter how intrinsic to the plot, led to some of the most restful moments of my weekend.
I slept on the couch. I slept on the bed. I slept on the comfy chair in the library and the twisty-turny chair in the living room. I plodded through the book between naps.
It was only 260 pages. It took me three days.
The title is No Reserve. You have been warned.
Karin Slaughter, on the other hand, wrote a page turner that made me glad the kiddos were on Spring Break and I didn't have to stop reading to start gardening. After That Night follows the characters she created eleven novels ago, and they've matured nicely. It can be read alone, or you can start at the beginning.
Perhaps the best thing about this book was on the back cover. James Patterson's blurb still makes me smile - Karin Slaughter has -by far- the best name of all of us mystery novelists.
I'm about to pick up Patricia Cornwell's newest Kay Scarpetta novel, Unnatural Death. I remember not liking the last one, yet I remain hopeful. I have Alexander McCall Smith's latest in my book bag if she disappoints.
Friday, March 22, 2024
Water Cooler Conversation
Are you watching March Madness? Have you completed a bracket to be entered to win zillions of dollars through ESPN and its marketing affiliates or are you in a family pool dating back to the last century? Do you not care at all, but fraternize with those who do?
I watched so you didn't have to. If you need some tidbits to make it seem like you're part of the conversation, try these:
- Oakland beat Kentucky in a close game. If you agree that that Oakland kid sure could shoot you'll be fine.
- Arizona looked flat as a pancake in the first half, then acted as if their half time beverage was Red Bull spiked with amphetamines. They won by 20 points.
- Tom Izzo's Michigan State team looked just fine as they trounced Mississippi State. He's got a long record of near success in the tournament. We shall see.....
- Tommy Lloyd, Arizona's coach (okay, I know a lot about Arizona for some reason.....) got his first basketball coaching job from the man whose team he beat in the first round on Thursday. What goes around comes around.
- Yale just couldn't compete.
- Duquesne confused me - the announcers kept referring to Duke and I kept looking for Coach K. How wrong I was on all counts.
- Oregon is looking real good now that their big man is healthy.
- It's fun to see St. Peter's (last year's Cinderella team) back again.
- And did you see Sister Jean?? She's 104!!
Thursday, March 21, 2024
Who's Next?
This week has been filled with people telling me they're moving. It's been a lot.
My physician, a woman whose advice I believe and whose manner I cherish, got a better job offer in Scottsdale and will be gone in September. She promises to leave me in good hands, but I liked her hands.
She is the fourth young, female, primary care doctor I've seen here in Tucson who has moved on to brighter pastures in other cities. It's getting harder to imagine starting all over again as I get older. Having some history with those advising me on life (and death?) matters would be lovely.
G'ma always said to be sure your doctors are younger than you so they won't be retiring (or dying) just when you needed them most. Apparently, that advice is moot in the 21st century.
She was the first. Today, the New Neighbors came over to visit in our driveway. We admired the bluebells. They told me they were selling their house.
I finally got used to them being in JannyLou and Fast Eddie's house and now they are leaving. They have family near Lake Winnipesaukee. Their house is beautiful but really big for two. They can snowbird between Tucson and New Hampshire but they won't be next door.
Some things come in threes. I'm wondering who will be next.
At least I won't be surprised.
Wednesday, March 20, 2024
Woe Is Me
Definitely a first world problem, but a problem nonetheless.
Honey Bunny is celebrating the anniversary of her birth. TBG and I, her grandparental units, would love to join the festivities.
Flying makes more sense than driving. United has a pleasing schedule and a basic fare that feels generally reasonable. Seat assignments are buried at the end of the reservation section, after you've entered all that information, checking the long numbers more than once. Deciding to pay for something they have to give me anyway seems absurd. We don't need more than a carry on, and ours fit under the seat if need be. It shouldn't be as hard as it is.
Did I want Basic Economy or Economy? Would I be able to pay to secure a seat assignment, should TBG need me by his side? I had to go all through the process to find out. There's a fare breakdown on the side of the page, but seats and baggage costs are buried. Somehow, that didn't seem right.
And the more I thought about it, the less sense it made to me. If, as it was in the past, they let me assign myself a seat when I book the ticket, there is one less piece of the process requiring the gate attendants' attention. I don't have to stand in line. The agent doesn't have to deal with me. Sounds like a win/win situation to me.
It wasn't broke, so they fixed it.
I moaned and groaned and figured it out and entered the credit card and scrolled past the agreements and clicked BUY NOW and the page flew to the very top and sat there. No little ball rolling or dots dotting, no indication that the transaction had occurred. I scrolled down, clicked again, and was sent to the top once again.
Okay, maybe try another credit card. Nope, that didn't work. I was afraid to refresh the page; what if I lost it all and had to reenter it again? I moaned some more, then came here and began this post. Two paragraphs ago I decided to close random tabs as I cogitated where to take this post. In doing so, I found two identical tabs. I went back one page on one of those tabs, clicked BUY NOW just for kicks, and wonder of wonders miracle of miracles there was an arrow slowly making its way around and around.
So, it all worked out. I have a complaint to send to Secretary Pete's transparency team. I'm going to see some of my family and I have plans to see the rest of them once we have Show Choir's spring performance date. I'm paying a lot more for a lot less to get to do all this travel.
Like I said: First World Problem
Tuesday, March 19, 2024
Ooops
Apparently, between Bell's Palsy and March Madness and a myriad of nonsense I forgot to schedule a post for today.
Thanks for pointing it out, Little Cheese.
I'll be back tomorrow, as originally and most beautifully planned.
(Bonus points if you get the movie reference.)