My friend,
Please accept my condolences at this sad time. I too, think about you often. I probably did compose a message a couple of times, but I imagine you being so busy that I didn't really expect a reply. Or sometimes, I forget to hit Send. It's good to hear from you nonetheless; sometimes when people leave the periphery of my consciousness, I wonder if they were an imagined legend!
Hey, listen...
L, after hounding me forever and more than a year of me dismissing J's idea, just went ahead and "started me" a blog. It's called "Cannot Merge", after the way I drive. You are one of the most relevant friends I have in this respect because one thing we have in common is our love for words. J, who has had to pacify my paranoia about losing my privacy...especially since I know an embarrrassingly scant amount about the "network", and have exxagerated scenarios in my head about being stalked and/ or maliciously criticiziced, told me that for sure I must tell you about my blog; so there!
P is getting his own breakfast because I aim to make a rum cake this morning. This is not at all a regular thing. What it is, SS bought a half gallon of Bacardi Gold and a "fifth" of George Dickel Red for a little get together during the holidays. This Expensive Luxury is unprecedented in the 15 years I've known him, but the rum is ostensibly for my cakes, which I sometimes make to sell (now$17). This calls forth Layers of Problems (from me); you see, he agreed to limit his beer to two a day, but I guess he thought I wouldn't notice the highballs, and now the liquor is about gone. Thus, I will make a rum cake, maybe two, depending on how much is left [I need 3/4 cup for each recipe], for nothing else but spite. Also $34 if I find two buyers, so I'd better get crackin'. Tomorrow, I'll try a new cheesecake recipe, "Pumpkin Bourbon", which I meant to bake last Christmas. Hey, did you know this about ovens...that for the temperature to be stable, it's good to wait another ten or fifteen minutes after the beep, because you lose a good bit of heat when the door is opened to install the food. I have to get it just right because the glaze is tricky and sometimes the cake gets stuck in the pan...remember? Too bad when SS wakes up to a house fragranced with sweet cake and rum, he can't have any; it would be so fine with Gevalia. Awhh.
Take care. I will keep you in my prayers,
Aileen
Friday, February 4, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
resolutions
Like yesterday, today is beautiful..."unseasonably warm". My husband and son are away for the day. On a lazy Sunday, I get some Alone Time...see how the stars have lined up for me to post anew?
I sat down to lunch, hauled out a king's ransom of doggie bags from a party last night with a buffet of all my favorite ethnic foods. I had only myself to serve, sitting down to such a bounty.
Then, a long chat with my sister who lives in France in which I learned how the French pronounce France.
For some reason, it had not occurred to me that the way we say France wouldn't be how they say it, because of course, they have that distinct way they pronounce R.
So here it is, courtesy of Yahoo! answers: (the internet is wonderful)
Fr-h-awn-se.
Then I thought: how lovely would it be to tear into a fresh Sunday paper and leave it in a disordered pile? So, there I went, on no less than a fine sunny day, windows down, few other cars on the road, with an absolutely delicious, ambition-free task of fetching a paper. And, joy of joys! The first 4 racks were empty, and I had to drive a course around town, meandering back and forth, with no order or direction beyond the usual traffic practices. No luck, but undettered, I headed for Wal-Mart. Such an unnecessary trip, with a long swath of highway to traverse expertly! Yum!
Ahead of me were 2 guys on motorcycles, one in long cut-offs, with stringless Converses, the other with a mohawk atop his helmet. And I thought: what an absolute egotrip it must be to be a noncoformist. Here I was, dressed [after church] in a schoolgirl's get-up: gray twinset with a box-pleat skirt, knee socks and Mary Janes [at 53 years]! In my defense, it IS my Feeling Fat Outfit for Church on Cold Wintermornings.
I couldn't find my car right off, so I walked around in a haphazard search [instead of walking the aisles in order] and when I spotted it, I wove in and out around cars to get to it! That was great!
I have added another new year's resolution to my list: to be less rigid. I'm afraid there's getting to be so many I won't remember them, so I'll just assign my surlplus ones [like making beds first thing every morning] to my husband, since his only New Year's resolution is to be more patient; this is going to work out just fine.
I sat down to lunch, hauled out a king's ransom of doggie bags from a party last night with a buffet of all my favorite ethnic foods. I had only myself to serve, sitting down to such a bounty.
Then, a long chat with my sister who lives in France in which I learned how the French pronounce France.
For some reason, it had not occurred to me that the way we say France wouldn't be how they say it, because of course, they have that distinct way they pronounce R.
So here it is, courtesy of Yahoo! answers: (the internet is wonderful)
Fr-h-awn-se.
Then I thought: how lovely would it be to tear into a fresh Sunday paper and leave it in a disordered pile? So, there I went, on no less than a fine sunny day, windows down, few other cars on the road, with an absolutely delicious, ambition-free task of fetching a paper. And, joy of joys! The first 4 racks were empty, and I had to drive a course around town, meandering back and forth, with no order or direction beyond the usual traffic practices. No luck, but undettered, I headed for Wal-Mart. Such an unnecessary trip, with a long swath of highway to traverse expertly! Yum!
Ahead of me were 2 guys on motorcycles, one in long cut-offs, with stringless Converses, the other with a mohawk atop his helmet. And I thought: what an absolute egotrip it must be to be a noncoformist. Here I was, dressed [after church] in a schoolgirl's get-up: gray twinset with a box-pleat skirt, knee socks and Mary Janes [at 53 years]! In my defense, it IS my Feeling Fat Outfit for Church on Cold Wintermornings.
I couldn't find my car right off, so I walked around in a haphazard search [instead of walking the aisles in order] and when I spotted it, I wove in and out around cars to get to it! That was great!
I have added another new year's resolution to my list: to be less rigid. I'm afraid there's getting to be so many I won't remember them, so I'll just assign my surlplus ones [like making beds first thing every morning] to my husband, since his only New Year's resolution is to be more patient; this is going to work out just fine.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I'm back.
Hey all,
Been working on some technical aspects of computer functions, namely, how to use what's leftover from my colored cartridge after the black one is gone; also, how to send emails to my blog. These are no longer deterrents, so hopefully I can get to work.
Aileen
Been working on some technical aspects of computer functions, namely, how to use what's leftover from my colored cartridge after the black one is gone; also, how to send emails to my blog. These are no longer deterrents, so hopefully I can get to work.
Aileen
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