Friday, November 21, 2014

It will warm your belly and make you smile...

Jean's Hungarian Goulash:

1.5 lbs kielbasi, sliced  1/8" pieces.
1 ea med. onion and green pepper, chopped.
minced garlic, to taste.
black pepper, to taste.
6-8 med. potatoes, skin on, cubed or sliced.
1 small bag sliced carrots.
1 med. head of cabbage, cut into chunks.

Soup pot with lid.
6 cups water.

Water in soup pot on med-high heat.
Add all ingredients, reduce heat to med-low.
Cover and simmer until cabbage, carrots and potatoes
are fork tender.

Serve and prepare to be happy.

(Good bread for dipping is nice but not required.)

Monday, November 17, 2014

Frigid...

the snow sky is a 
beige flannel blanket that keeps
the warmth in heaven.
leaving the ice wind for us.

The first one is a big one...

Have been watching it snow since last night.
Didn't start accumulating until sometime early
this morning.

It's time to clear the driveway and the sidewalk
and the steps. *sigh*

The snow shovel and the jugs of salt are waiting for me.

OK, I'm going outside now. Really. Layering up.

 on 3... 1... 2... dammit...3

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Christmas shopping done...

I may procrastinate in almost everything else, but
Christmas shopping ain't one of 'em.

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Hard to believe it was
two years ago today that
I lost Sparky. Still miss him
every day.





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Sister is doing pretty well, except for a couple of infections.
About a month ago, she clipped off a hangnail and her thumb
got infected. Took more than two weeks of heavy antibiotics
to clear it up. Then, last Friday, she looked like she had a 
black eye. Went to the oncologist and they gave her antibiotics
for an infection in and under her eye. It's just now starting to
look better. Everything else seems fine but still, I worry.

*

Might be a good time to start stocking up on salt for the driveway.
Snow falling on sidewalks will be here too soon.

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Hope ya'll are doing well.

Sunday, November 02, 2014

Beaches, Birds and Butterflies...



Best thing I've done for myself
in a very long time.

First day, we went to the beach, cuz I wanted to make sure it was 
still there. It was.
The soothing low roar, the salt in the air and the
palm trees cleansed my soul.
A trip to beautiful Winter Park for a luxurious lunch and followed
by a stroll through the Audubon Bird Refuge made for another
double highlight day.
Then there was a trip to a huge plant nursery to walk through
their butterfly habitat.

I was treated to a belated birthday dinner at Carrabas and then a movie.

Delicious food every day and amazing company with dear friends
made my four days there perfect. I came home a much happier person.
I didn't realize how much I needed a break to wind down from the
past two and a half years.

Good friends make life better. 
Thank you, Jan (and the whole gang)!

 

Monday, October 20, 2014

I'm giving myself an intervention...

in the form of a short vacation. Southward.

Be well, my friends, and enjoy every breath you take.

Thursday, October 09, 2014

Don't hold your breath...

There's no telling when I'll post again.
In the meantime, you should pay a visit
to the blogs on my sidebar. Quite the variety there.

For those who appreciate a delightful mix
of art, music, literature, science... I highly recommend
The Hammock Papers

Thursday, October 02, 2014

aaaaaaaaaaand it's October....

Whatthehell happened to September?

Having too much fun to keep track?

Too busy to pay attention?

The leaves are doing their annual color-burst show.

I really, really love Fall. How 'bout you?

Monday, September 22, 2014

A very short poem...

What wish a dream.
What fear seen.
Alone by day.
Visited by night.
Pain relived amended.
Life seen pretended.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Such weirdness of dreams...

If they were one time only, it might not bother me.

I keep dreaming that I took my parents to a MLB game.
They both look healthy and happy and the same age they
were when they died...Dad 69, Mom 63. Both have been gone
almost twenty-five years.
The game is in Cleveland, beautiful, sunny day.
It's all my treat because I did very little of that for them.
Asking them what they want from the concession stand, Dad
just says "aww, I don't need anything." Mom doesn't know
what's on the menu, so I take her with me and we bring back
hot dogs and sodas for all three of us. End of dream.

The next repeater is my two sisters and I are in the back seat
of a 1950s vintage car being driven by Dad. It's dark outside.
I feel like I'm about twelve years old in the dream, which would
make Carol eight years old and Ann six years old.
We are approaching a RRX-ing and see the warning lights begin
to flash and Dad is not slowing down. We are screaming.
End of dream.

We were in a bad accident in 1961 but Mom was driving.
Dad was always the one who scared us with his driving.
(Like missing an exit on an interstate, pulling into the
emergency lane and backing up to the exit. Seriously.)

Anyone out there with dream interpretation skills?
Any shrinks in the audience?