random thoughts – Day 2,210 (Sunday) – combo party and siding

Unlike the Easter Sundays of my youth, there was no fancy Easter outfit. No new patent leather shoes and tights. No new dress. No hat, gloves, and woven straw purse. There were also no hidden hard boiled, dyed eggs and candies and no solid chocolate bunny or cross. Adulting is boring.

Easter dinner.

I did have some new-ish blue, cream, and navy pants bought from a consignment shop at some point in the past eight months and they fit today. The pants coordinate with a sweater I’ve had forever and that is what won the day’s wardrobe lottery.

We gathered at my sister’s house for a combination Easter and middle niece’s birthday celebration, tucked into a pocket of time before the youngest niece had to slip out for work. The youngest niece works in hospitality and always seems to be scheduled with an oddball holiday shift that is piled upon with day-of requests to come in early or stay late to cover the duties of people who called out.

It was a nice visit with delicious food and good conversation. There was an early ham dinner followed by birthday cupcakes and strawberry shortcake and gorgeous lobster claw pastries which were a new treat for me.

On the way home I took a longer route to drive up one of the other streets in my neighborhood to look at the siding colors and if any houses have interesting combinations of siding. The contractor is coming Monday to collect the samples dropped off on Friday. There are four shades of green that are possibilities, with varying availability in clapboard, board and batten, and shingle styles. Of course, the color I like best is special order. Or maybe I like it best because it isn’t an in-stock item, thereby assigning it a higher status in my mind, which, despite years in marketing, is still susceptible to marketing tricks. I can’t tell at this point.

To help visualize the various siding styles I dove into AI with a photo of the front of the house. The request prompts were to remove the shutters (hate them, they are useless!), change the color to sage green, and then to apply the different siding styles. Some of the iterations changed the detail around the bay window and made it harder to evaluate.

New color contender, existing door color.

Heading into the exercise, I thought I liked board and batten best but the AI mockup shifted my thinking on it. In that regard, the exercise feels like a success and a good investment of 40 minutes. The combination of shingles at the peak and clapboard elsewhere may be the winning combination of textures and interest. 

I like the style of my front door, but it will likely need a new color because I’m not sure I want a red door (current color) with a green house. AI helped with door suggestions in wood stain, charcoal, and navy, but that is a decision for another day and after I see the siding in place.

The real priority is the roof, which zoomed to the top of the house repairs list with the leak in the kitchen cabinet a month or two ago. It's possible the roof is the original one from 1988/89. There are two roofing colors under consideration and no strong feelings for one over the other, at least until I see a cost estimate.

random thoughts – Day 2,209 (Saturday) – pickup sticks

My backyard is about 20% grass and 80% messy woods. Amongst years of fallen leaves are several broken trees and limbs and cut trees and large branches that were left where they fell after meeting the blade. Three or four rotting tree stumps edge the yard, along with chunks of the trees they once held. Last summer’s greenery blocked the view into the trees but winter revealed the broken trees and various piles of leaves and branches.

There is a designated area in the neighborhood where yard waste can be left. Last fall I wasn’t ready for yard work, but now I’m reasonably motivated to get it started. The weather was pleasant enough today (in the 50s) that the initial gathering of sticks, twigs, and branches began.

Dead and fallen limbs in the woods.

Gloves were put on. The big barrel and a study cardboard box were fetched from the shed. The edge of the yard was full of dried sticks and dried stems that had been mowed down in the fall and these were gathered, snapped smaller, and set in the box. The larger sticks, branches, and previously cut limbs started a few feet into the woods and the most manageable ones were carried or dragged to the edge of the lawn and set in a pile. The larger ones were put in the barrel. Dead branches were snipped from trees with the loppers and the massively overgrown rhododendron and set on the pile. 

After an hour, the wind had picked up and clouds were looking ambitious so I stopped. I had a pile of sticks in front of the cluster of rotting tree stumps, a cardboard box of sticks in the shed, and barrel full of larger sticks against the shed. There was also the satisfaction of having done something productive in the fresh air.

The start of pickup sticks season.

The helpful neighbor with the snow blower offered to help me transport the yard stuff in his pickup truck down to the yard waste drop off area. This will happen sometime next week, and in the meantime, I will keep dragging tree trash out of the woods. 

The plan for spring is to rake some of the leaves back several feet from the edge of the grass and from around the trees and rocks closest to the house. The objective is to expand the usable area of the yard, which currently feels claustrophobic and is barely wide enough for a couple lounge chairs. It’s fun to have goals.

random thoughts – Day 2,208 (Friday) – crown and chips

The delivery and installation of the crown was scheduled for 9:00 this morning, which meant getting up, showering, caffeinating, and being out the door around the time I’m usually barely out of bed still in pajamas and on the couch drinking coffee. The traffic was reasonable, and the dentist office was quiet.

This appointment was the rescheduling from the first crown that was supposed to be delivered (official dental term) a couple weeks ago. That visit involved two full hours of torture in the dental chair and in the end it didn’t fit correctly and had to be remade. Fortunately, today’s appointment went like it was supposed to and I was in the chair for about 15 minutes of minimal fuss. We were all relieved to be spared another dental horror show consuming a chunk of the day. 

The afternoon included a chat with a contractor that involved pointing at parts of the house for ideas on mixing siding textures and highlighting areas with vinyl cedar shake or board and batten and using regular horizontal siding on the sides and back. Of course, the dollars that appear in the estimate will dictate the final direction taken. 

We looked at the issues with the current siding (circa 1988/89). The saying may be that "vinyl is final," but "final" in this case seems to be only about 35 years. The current siding has areas of of buckling and has come away from the house in spots. There are places where reattachment was attempted with packing tape (now peeling off) and what looks like glue.

It took me about three seconds to spot two colors of siding I liked in the samples, but I've been thinking about it for months already and have a solid idea of what I like. The boards with little sample chips will be here hogging the kitchen counter until Monday, providing me ample time to change my mind 100 times

More pita chips.

After the meeting with the contractor I got busy in the kitchen making more pita chips to take to a couple events this weekend. Baking sheets of chips coated with olive oil and garlic salt and one of sea salt, and others with butter and cinnamon sugar were placed in the oven. The oven temp was set lower than the other day and the chips came out less dark. 

Now the challenge is to not eat all the pita chips before the events. The batch made on Wednesday was eaten by me within 24 hours. To pace my consumption, I filled up on a supper of lobster cake and roasted asparagus. 

random thoughts – Day 2,207 (Thursday) – game day

It was cold, cloudy, and raw with sporadic showers and even snow flurries. This made it the perfect day for a one-hour webinar on estate planning I had signed up for a week ago. It certainly didn’t feel like I was missing out on any nice weather activities while at the desk. The webinar featured three talking heads from a bank wealth management group.

Scrawling notes.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the best presentation I’ve ever witnessed, but to its credit it also wasn't the worst. There was a decent amount of helpful information and not a single slide featuring a graphic or bullet list. Just three heads against a corporate logo Zoom background, talking in rotation in a manner that suggested they either forgot to practice their sections or it was their first time presenting. Then there was me, cramping my hand scribbling notes like there would be an exam because I don't retain info just hearing it while sitting passively. If this was an actual exam situation, there would be a follow up with much color coded highlighting, so at least I’m spared that. 

Presentations I’ve seen on all manner of topics had a few slides displaying key points which were shared after the event and greatly minimized the need for note taking. And to think I declined a lunch invitation from Mom and Sis because I was registered for the webinar and encouraged them to go off to lunch without me. I could have been in a restaurant instead of scrawling notes. 

Playing Yahtzee.

After they returned from lunch, Sis called to tell me they were about to play Yahtzee next door at Mom's and I was out the door and walking across the damp lawn to join. 

We played three games of Yahtzee with Mom’s vintage Yahtzee cup and dice. The dice led each of us to a win and Mom and I each had a game with two Yahtzees. I made a dumb mistake that led to a really crappy score in my worst game. Before we knew it, a couple hours had passed on a cold, damp day. It was perfect.

random thoughts – Day 2,206 (Wednesday) – market treasures

A couple weeks ago, friends and I went to a belly dance show and I got to try Turkish Delight. Ever since, I have been collecting Turkish Delight items in my A-Z shopping cart, and particularly the flavor my friend said she liked.

Online searches for local sellers of Turkish Delight weren’t super fruitful, but I stuck gold recently with another search term. “Mediterranean market near me” produced a list of locations which were mostly in Worcester and what I expected. But in the list was a new surprise entrant with Yaya Mediterranean Halal Market in Fitchburg. Through their Facebook page, I sent a message and received a response that they had what I was looking for.

I hit the road for a quick drive with a box of rose flavor Turkish Delight envisioned at the end of the journey. The front of the building is an unassuming brown brick wall of boredom but a sign on the side of the building at the parking area confirmed it was the correct place. Across the threshold was not only Turkish Delight, but a world of delights.

Treasures from Yaya's.

The bright and tidy shop had shelves loaded with colorful packaging and hundreds of products. There were grains and lentils, sweets, tea, coffee, canned goods, fresh pita bread, snacks, frozen foods, coffee sets, cookware and a very nice shopkeeper. She offered me coffee and poured it into a beautiful small cup. It was dark, rich, and delicious and I ended up buying a bag.

In addition to the target item of a gift box of rose flavor Turkish Delight, I got a second box of rose flavor and a box of pistachio flavor, toasted chickpea snacks, cans of hummus and baba ghanoush, two bags of the largest pita breads I’ve ever seen, and Turkish coffee. I can’t wait to go back. The next visit, I will be armed with a shopping list.

Once home, I opened the can of baba ghanoush, cut up a giant pita, and halved some grape tomatoes for lunch. Eating the lunchtime snack gave me a chance to wonder what I would do with enough giant pita bread for an army. Recipes for pita chips were reviewed. 

Freshly baked pita chips.

After checking a couple sources for time and oven temperature guidance, olive oil, garlic salt, sea salt, were lined up on the counter. Pita bread was halved and sliced and brushed with oil and several cooking sheets of it were baked. 

The pita was very thin and it turned out five minutes was too long, but four minutes was better, but chips cooked at both times came out delicious. There is still a lot of pita left for additional chip making sessions. The next time I’ll use a lower oven temperature and experiment with some more seasonings.

random thoughts – Day 2,205 (Tuesday) – energy and successes

I woke up tired this morning because I stayed up until 3 am reading a book. I think it was the reintroduction to coffee after three days without, plus the excessive display of gluttony eating an entire 16 piece cinnamon bread bites order from Domino's. Yes, I did it to myself and I deserved what I got.

Painting hung.

Once I was out of bed, all was okay. I drank coffee (but less of it than yesterday) and things got done. The walls are beginning to talk (or it was the sleep deprivation) and today a painting done by my friend Terri was hung. The painting used to sit atop a bookcase in the Lowell house but now it needed hanging. 

The task required using the drill and the tiniest, cutest little drill bit in the entire kit to attach two eye hooks so I could add hanging wire, and that part was fun. I was tempted to look for other things to be drilled. 

Other walls were scrutinized and some art pieces auditioned, but there was only the one success for the day. Knick knacks and dust collectors were evaluated and rearranged. A candle was moved here, a plant to over there, a planter that may never see plants in it over there.

A contractor arrived to measure the house for a new roof, skylights, and siding. Luckily, it was after one of several rain sessions that filled the morning. It was oddly warm and humid as we walked around the house and talked about the project. Material samples and an estimate will be received later in the week.

Avocado bagel.

A trip was made to the Post Office during another one of the in-between rain windows. Two grocery stores were passed on both legs of the journey, but they are the pricier chains and I resisted the urge to visit either one. The avocado bought last week was perfectly ripe and was transformed into a topping for a perfectly toasted bagel. These felt like successes in budgeting, willpower, and timing.

Instructions for the pattern layout, fabric cutting, and sewing of the 25-yard skirt were reviewed (again). Preparation and production will begin soon. Later, two new-ish dances were reviewed in dance group in preparation for the show in June. The drive to and from dance involved some long stretches with horror movie quality fog that was a combination of impressive and terrifying. 

So much variety in one day.  Maybe it’s because I’m feeling physically better, or because it’s feeling like spring and that helps me feel mentally better, or some combination of factors, but the energy shift is most welcome.

random thoughts – Day 2,204 (Monday) – energy replenished

The day began with me waking up feeling rested and remarkably well. The energy level was dramatically better than the four days of being flat-out sick, and also so much better than usual that I wondered if it was possible that I was low-grade unwell for the past bunch of months. And that was before a shower and coffee. 

Crocuses at Mom's.

After coffee, which I hadn't had any of since Thursday and didn't taste as good as I expected it to, the litter box was cleaned and detailed like it was being listed for sale. The glass stovetop which always gets wiped but never quite looks totally clean met the magic eraser and got a more serious cleaning. Laundry was done. Bills were reviewed and set up for online payments. 

When I went outside to haul the trash and recycle bins up the driveway, I spotted Mom and StepDad trying to haul the base of a new recliner into the house and popped over to lend a hand. Once in the house, I helped with the final assembly. I hope today’s level of vitality continues and isn’t just some cruel prank of modern medicine or my declining mental faculties.

While next door, I spotted crocuses in Mom’s front flowerbed and feeling a bit of spring floral envy, I walked the perimeter of my own house and yard to see if I had any such spring flowers (I don’t – need to get some!). I walked into the woods behind the house to fetch an abandoned flowerpot that has been there since before I moved in and put it in the shed. I scanned all the broken trees, abandoned cut limbs, and years of fallen leaves and wondered how difficult and time consuming it would be to tidy things up back there without benefit of curbside yard waste pickup like I had in Lowell.

Cinnamon bread bites.
Okay, but not great.

There was a slight energy dip at supper time, so I killed the idea of planning supper and ordered pizza from Domino’s. I got frivolous and also ordered the cinnamon bread bites. Domino’s isn’t my favorite pizza purveyor so I’m not even sure why I chose them to provide the evening's sustenance. I might have been suddenly too lazy to think of another place.

The pizza was comfortably predictable. The cinnamon bites were okay, but not great, but I still ate the entire order which gave me a stomach ache that was immediately followed by pangs of regret. Live and learn (except I probably won’t learn).

random thoughts – Day 2,203 (Sunday) – revived

After 3.5 thoroughly miserable days of a sore throat and swollen glands plus extra loud and pitchy tinnitus, today, halfway through the afternoon and 24 hours into the recently started penicillin regimen, there was a miraculous return to life. Evidence of renewed life included the following: I could stand for several minutes (in a row!) without feeling lightheaded and sprinting to lie down; I could swallow without misery; and there was energy for conducting basic vital human functions like showering and preparing food.

Food that isn't soup!

The food thing was huge. There were plenty of ingredients on hand but nothing to eat. Days passed with zero energy to assemble the plentiful pantry ingredients into edible dishes or even to plan and place an order for delivery. 

Today’s physical revival led to the assembly and baking of a casserole made of turkey from the freezer with chopped fresh broccoli and onion, vegetable soup broth, cheese, gnocchi, and cornbread stuffing. This was real cooking that required boiling water, stirring, chopping, layering, the delicate spooning of small amounts of broth and gnocchi until it seemed just right, and sprinkling seasonings. It was delicious. Or maybe I was just starved for something that wasn't soup. I like soup, but moreso when it's an option and not because it's the least painful food available.

The throat glands are still enlarged and tender to the touch, and it still hurts a little to talk, but overall, things feel much better. I’d rather type than speak most times, and having more food options is wonderful.

random thoughts – Day 2,202 (Saturday) – diagnosis and disappointment

On Thursday, I hoped my throat would be better on Friday. It was not. On Friday, I hoped my throat would be better when I woke up on Saturday. It was not. The throat was still swollen. The throat glands were even more swollen and hurt.

Beautifully not crowded.

Mom drove me to the urgent care I didn’t know was located barely two miles away from home. The place was not crowded and things moved efficiently. Insurance info was provided. Paperwork was completed. After a few minutes, my name was called and I was taken to an exam room. There were the usual blood pressure and temperature readings and a bonus throat rapid swab that triggered the gag reflex with an assistant. Yee-haw.

In a few more minutes, another medical professional appeared and informed me that it was definitely strep. I think the last time I had strep was half a century ago when I was in high school. Seriously, who gets strep throat at my age? And how? Anyway, the penicillin regimen of three times a day for ten days has begun and will be my friend.

The sacrifices are mounting. The first two days of feeling poorly meant I never left the house and included missing the Friday opening of Cherry Hill Ice Cream, and ice cream is usually the only opening day I’m interested in. The two days of invalid life were not enough to ward off the damage. Day three of unwellness meant I missed two dance workshops in Arlington I was signed up for. I already excused myself from dance group on Sunday morning because it seemed wiser than waiting until morning and spinning the wheel of fate to see how I felt.

Fun time culture swap room.

The throat glands feel even larger this evening than they did this morning. Ramen as the primary food source is losing its thrill. A can of cream of mushroom soup, bought on a whim last week for a recipe became supper. It wasn’t as good as I remember from my high school and college years when it was my go-to food. And strep throat is turning out to be worse than I remember.

random thoughts – Day 2,201 (Friday) – still swollen

The sore throat of Thursday was not “just a memory” on Friday as I had hoped.  It was worse. The throat was still red. Still swollen. And I was as weak as a wet dishrag. 

Multiple times during the day there was dizziness and lightheadedness when I stood up. Once, I had to race from the bathroom to the bed to lay down before I passed out and hit the floor. Another time, while boiling water for ramen, there was a race from the kitchen to the couch for the same reason.

The sleeping nearly all day on the couch part was pretty nice. At 4:00 I woke up and sat up for a while and it seemed better. I really wanted some ice cream, but the closest thing in the house was a Luigi’s lemon Italian ice.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better. Fingers are still crossed.

random thoughts – Day 2,200 (Thursday) – oj and couch time

Just like so many times in junior high and high school, I woke up with a sore throat. Several times overnight I woke up and couldn’t swallow. When I finally got up, hours later, it wasn’t worse, but it also wasn’t better. I did the thing with a hand mirror bouncing the light into my mouth and saw it was bright red and swollen. A long adolescent acquaintance with sore throat ailments led me to check for white spots (none) and to check my neck for swollen glands (not found). I didn't feel sick enough to stay in bed in pajamas all day so I dressed in jeans and a hoody.

Kiki at the window.

For some reason, when my throat is aggravated, I want orange juice. Luckily, there was orange juice in the fridge and I went for it. Logic seems to indicate that OJ would be too acidic, but it feels nice and cool on my throat. 

After drinking juice and later coffee, there was a lot of laying around on the couch. The day's lofty plan to start the big dance skirt was postponed and the home sweatshop remained closed for the day. Kiki stationed herself nearby on the windowsill and gazed upon the outside world until I stood up for a second and she ran to the bedroom.  

As a student, while home sick from school with what was usually diagnosed as strep throat or tonsilitis (often with a bonus ear ache), I would hunker down in my bed for the day with a book. My favorite book for being at home was Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Today, I considered reading the book about the dancer/choreographer Martha Graham that I started last week and carried it over to the couch. 

On the couch.

Instead of reading, I picked up my phone and played Words with Friends, read news and emails, participated in several text conversations, and played at least a dozen games of chess in Duolingo (and won more games than I lost). The phone usage was so heavy my cell had to be charged twice.

The daylong absence of exertion seems to have worked, because by evening, the throat looked less fiery and was less swollen. I never once thought to check my temperature and by the time I thought of it, it seemed pointless. In any event, my throat is already improved and with luck, by tomorrow, it will be just a memory. Fingers crossed.

random thoughts – Day 2,199 (Wednesday) – started and done

Underway.

The black and gold top for the costume for the June show was started. The tissue pattern pieces were smoothed and altered to be longer. The fabric was folded and spread on the dining table. The pieces were pinned down and checked. Then they were unpinned moved around to be set tighter for less waste.

There was plenty of fabric for the top, and I tend to set pieces close to each other, so running out of material was never an issue. After cutting out the pieces, the piece of fabric that remained was larger than what I used. That means I can make something else someday to go with the top for another costume.

Most of the day was invested in making the top. Test strips were sewn to check the machine’s thread tension and stitch length and then, it was off to the races. In the past, I avoided sewing with stretch fabrics because I thought they were tricky to work with, but this project was easy. Lesson learned.  

Some of the time was spent reading and re-reading the pattern instructions and consulting “The Readers Digest Complete Guide to Sewing” for tips on working with knit fabric. There was also the search for things like ball point needles and seam tape to stabilize the gathered center front and the shoulder seams to prevent stretching. I couldn’t find my seam tape so lengths of ribbon were cut to use instead. Somewhere along the line of checking for needles and seam tape, a kitchen counter and the top of a bookcase were rearranged, and some cabinets were dusted because, well, side quests happen.

Done!

The only rush to complete the top today was personal satisfaction. The job search is essentially dead in the water, and I'll take any victories I can snatch. The sewing project expanded to fill the time available which in this case was pretty much all day. 

Suddenly, it was the last step of tying off and trimming loose threads and it was done. Fini. Finito. Acabado. Now the skirt can be started.

Now that the top has been made once and the lessons were learned, I could probably knock another one out in an hour or two.

random thoughts – Day 2,198 (Tuesday) – fixin' to start

It was another lightly snow dusted morning, and once again it melted off by midday. The forecast for tomorrow is 51 degrees and 65 for Thursday, so maybe spring is fixin' to start acting like spring a bit more and that is something to look forward to.

A trip to the grocery store for green grapes and grape tomatoes was partially successful. There were just a few bunches of grapes left and they didn’t look great, but the tomatoes were good. And so did the crackers, New York Cheddar cheese, Greek yogurt, half-and-half, and a few other items in another example of overachieving.

Fixin' to sew.

The afternoon saw time dedicated to beginning a new black and gold stretchy top for the June dance show and the dining table is now officially covered in fabric and tissue. The pattern pieces were cut apart today and tomorrow the layout onto the fabric will begin. And maybe the sewing.

The top should be a quick project. My favorite lesson from production operations management class in grad school is: “Do the quick jobs first.” That way, they can come out of the queue and move to the next step. Turns out it works well in non-work scenarios as well. So, I'm fixin' to start the top that requires one yard of fabric and three pattern pieces. Once made, the thrill of success will propel me to start the skirt with the 25-yard ruffle on the bottom. Easy peasy.

random thoughts – Day 2,197 (Monday) – spring snow and cooking

Morning dusting.

Another ripple of spring snow rolled in and this morning the yards looked like a batch of pastries or candies covered with powdered sugar. It was pretty. By afternoon, the snow had melted off the lawns, just in time for snow to start falling again.

It was a quiet day at the house with no commitments on the calendar for most of the day The litter box was cleaned and the trash went out to the curb. The coin belt cleaned the other day was touched up and loose rings were tightened.

Fresh baked quiche.

A crustless quiche was made with American and sharp cheddar cheese, spinach, broccoli, asparagus, and mushroom because on gray weather days I seem to be inspired to cook. This works because regardless of the weather, unless I am ill, I am nearly always inspired to eat. 

Unfortunately, the inspiration to eat is not always accompanied by the wisest, healthiest dining and snacking choices. Today’s wise, healthy snacks of grape tomatoes and green grapes were later offset by my ravaging of the rest of the Devil Dogs. To make myself feel better, I chocked it up to “balance” and resolved to try to do better tomorrow. It will require a trip to the grocery store to restock both the grape tomatoes and the green grapes, which has the dangerous potential to become a much larger shop.

random thoughts – Day 2,196 (Sunday) – rodeo party

It was an off-week for dance group which worked out great for me as I had a family event to attend. Baby G turned one year old the other day and there was a rodeo themed party in his honor starting at noon. 

It was great to be around family, extended family, and friends, some of whom I hadn't seen since a couple years ago at the wedding. A photo wall featured pictures of Baby G and milestones of his first year. Eight teeth! Favorite music is the theme to Law and Order. This wee lad is fascinating!

The rental hall looked great with tables set with wood and cow print layered table cloths, centerpieces, western hats, rodeo/western themed word search puzzle, and adorable little favor bags with a sticker featuring Baby G in western garb, a horseshoe pin, and a cute cow. 

The star of the day was attired in jeans and a shirt printed with his name and age. Some of the guests dressed to the rodeo theme with western boots, hats, fringe, and denim jeans and jackets, and there were plenty of hats planted around the room for anyone who wanted one. I dug out the bolo tie and a big belt buckle with a longhorn steer on it which I forgot was even in my collection of big belt buckles. It was once my wish to find a platter-sized rodeo prize buckle in a thrift shop to be the crowning piece in the collection, but finally lost interest in the search. Today was the first time in a decade I even thought about the buckles I used to wear all the time. 

Snack bowls featured Chicken Feed (Chex mix), Hay Bales (Rice Krispie bars), and Bugles that had a thematic name I have forgotten. The catering was delicious with salads, fries, and burger sliders, all with thematic menu names. 

We all gathered around the high chair and sang the birthday song to Baby G and he tore into a cupcake. I imagined what it must have looked like from Baby G's perspective with a room full of giants staring at him and singing out of tune and then laughing. It seemed like the seeds of a nightmare. After that, I tore into a cupcake topped with the rich and creamy frosting that I love.

Birthday boy.

The guest of honor made the rounds in parental arms throughout the day and visited with all the guests with a big smile. He smiled all day, and even when he got fussy, it lasted barely a minute and then he was back to beaming. 

After a couple hours of socializing, Baby G was zonked out asleep on his beautiful Mama’s shoulder. I get it little guy, socializing is exhausting. And napping is wonderful.

Happy birthday Baby G, it was great to party with you!

random thoughts – Day 2,195 (Saturday) – winner of a day

The postal service alert for the morning indicated a package was arriving. This was a surprise, because I hadn’t ordered anything and the automatic shipments for Kiki’s treats, food, and pellet litter aren’t due for weeks. I had no idea what it might be and couldn’t wait to find out. I stopped for the mail on the way to the grocery store.

The package was small enough to fit into the mailbox, at least from the backside of the neighborhood post office where the mail person puts the mail in. On the front side with the keylock, due to the framework to attach the door onto the mailbox, the delivered box was one-eighth to one-quarter of an inch larger than the mailbox opening and wouldn’t come out. In the process of trying to extract the box, I tore my coat sleeve on the mailbox door. Then, I skinned a finger trying to maneuver the cardboard box out of the metal box.

It would be highly unusual to take a toolbox to the mailbox or the grocery store, so I was lacking helpful items like a box cutter. Liberating the parcel required crudely tearing the paper tape sealing the box with the mailbox key, pulling off the end of the box, and reaching into to remove packing paper and the contents. Then, I was able to crunch the empty box enough to yank it out of the mailbox. With the right director, timing, and filming angles, it might have had the making of a solid comedy scene. The box contained a thoughtful gift from a friend in another state and was definitely worth the effort to free it from the mail box.

Later in the day, a couple friends and I had dinner at their house. We feasted on salad, curry cous cous and tender chicken that had been marinated in buttermilk, coated, and pan fried. It was delicious. 

After dinner, we went to Greenfield to see "Molten, An Evening of Bellydance and Live Music from the Valley Arabic Music Ensemble." The band had nine musicians playing oud, violin, frame drum, clarinet, accordion, nay (rim blown flute), riq (tambourine), and finger cymbals. The live music shows I’ve seen before had two to four musicians, so this was even more impressive. Before the second act, the musicians had a chance to talk about their instruments and how western notes and instruments differ from Middle Eastern notes and instruments which was interesting. 

There were nine dance performances, mostly solos, and I recognized several dancers by name from social media and others by sight from other shows. They were all experienced dancers who have danced across the country and in some cases, across the world. The costumes were sparkly, vibrant marvels with beading, embroidery, sequins, and tassels. Silk veils floated in the air and costumes shimmered in the lights.

There were beverages and Turkish Delight (pistachio flavor). After hearing of it for ages, it was fun to see what all the Narnia fuss was about and I might have a new favorite sweet. I already located some recipes online, because the Internet is wonderful when it isn't being an overbearing algorithm arse. I'm not saying I will make the stuff, but with a recipe it's at least an option.

This day really had it all. Surprise gifts. Delicious dinner. Belly dancers. Live music. Turkish Delight. Winner, winner, and there really was a chicken dinner.

random thoughts – Day 2,194 (Friday) – spring

Robin on the first day of spring.

The first day of spring rolled in gray and misty, with some gentle rain, and later in the day, a downpour followed by varying intensities of rain. At least it wasn’t snowing. I’m not sure if I expected a sudden explosion of wildflowers or something else dramatic, but it felt a little disappointing. A robin in the back yard had the kindness to stay put long enough for me to go into another room to grab my camera that happens to be a phone and return for pictures. Thank you robin on the first day of spring.

The only trip across the threshold to the outside was to drop some items into the recycle bin and walk to the back of the house to check the new dryer vent which was thankfully still attached to the house and blowing hot air outside like it is supposed to. The laundry is back to needing only 40 minutes to be properly dry and all is well in the laundry room again.

It was the perfect day for old-school comfort food. Today, that meant the boxed macaroni with the powdered cheese, with sliced hot dogs in it. Half of it was lunch. The rest was supper.  It was good.

Cleaned up.

The most productive activity of the day was another date with the Barkeepers Friend and cleaning another coin belt. I like tasks like this with visible results. The cleaning was done in the living room in the late afternoon of the gloomy weather day and it was not the best lighting. While the belt is much improved, daylight may reveal some missed tarnish that needs some extra touchup work, but no worries. I can tackle that when I start one of the next belts in the queue. 

random thoughts – Day 2,193 (Thursday) – hearing

The merger that ended my nine years with a local bank led to more than just the stress of joblessness. The bank hosted an unemployment workshop led by staff from the department of unemployment assistance (DUA). In the workshop, we were advised to open a claim for unemployment benefits on July 1 based on our separation date of June 30, as well as how to document the job search and log the activity certifications. 

I followed the instructions and opened the claim, searched for jobs, and provided the certifications week after week. For months, the status of my certifications was “Pending ... while an issue is resolved.” In mid-September, I called the DUA to ask what the issue was.

In mid-October, at around 15 weeks into the searching and certifying process, 14 deposits landed in my bank account for the benefit payments that had been pending. Two days later, a notification was received that the bank had appealed my unemployment benefits and a hearing would be scheduled. The letter instructed me to “get ready for the appeal hearing” and to be prepared to explain my case.

Without knowing what the reason of the appeal was, it was hard to prepare information and “get ready,” but I gathered the layoff letters from the bank, payment stubs for my final paycheck and severance pay, screen shots of the severance amount and duration questions/answers required to open the claim, copies of my notes from the DUA workshops, and a timeline/index for my 14 uploaded documents. These were uploaded to the system in December.

In February, after my unemployment benefits were exhausted, I called the DUA to ask about the hearing, having heard nothing about it since October. My concern was that not logging into the system for weekly job search certifications could result in missing an update concerning the hearing. A couple weeks later, a notice was received of the hearing date in about a month. That date was today.

This morning, per the instructions I am good at following, at the designated time (10:55), I dialed in for the hearing, typed the event PIN incorrectly, re-entered it correctly, and the automated system informed that there was an estimated wait time of two minutes. Hold music was along the lines of classical Spanish guitar and was a refreshing change from the usual classical piano music. The hold music was remotely familiar, and I flipped through the musical index in my brain.

When the DUA representative came on the line to take attendance, I learned the bank rep that filed the appeal was not on the line and there would be a ten-minute wait for them to log in and the rep got off the line. Back on hold, the delicious music continued and I determined it was the same mood and sound as a composition the dance troupe performed to around 2019. I listened to it and as the clock ticked closer to the expiration of the ten-minute wait, the first notes of the dance music plucked in (Dark Fire by Light Rain). I almost wished the hold had been a few minutes longer.

Even better than the great music, when the DUA rep came on the line for the second attendance check, there was still no bank representative present for the appeal. At 11:11, the DUA rep dismissed the case and said that letters will be sent to that effect. The bank has the opportunity to appeal the dismissal, but for today, it was over. The first thing I did after hanging up was search online for the hold music and listen to it before moving on to other things (like combing through job listings).

random thoughts – Day 2,192 (Wednesday) – solved(ish)

The hardware store was visited this morning and a very helpful worker escorted me to the dryer vent stock. We chatted about my dryer vent being so close to the ground (12"-18") and he offered suggestions for raising it which I may or may not someday execute. I got to see the ginger cat grooming itself atop a box and the black sauntered past me on the way through the store.

Packed.

When I took the screws out and tried to pull the old vent cap off, there was an extensive ring of silver duct tape at the juncture of the cap and the metal part from the inside. I fought it off with the aid of the screw driver. Once liberated, I could see there was about an inch of solidified lint tightly packed against the screen. It was impressive how dense it was. Behind the dense pack was another couple inches of fluffy lint. That part was only a tiny bit icky.

Slightly less simple in real life.

The picture instructions on the box looked straightforward enough, just slip the cap over the metal part and screw it on. It wasn’t that easy. The metal part of the vent seemed a smidge larger than the plastic part and was hard to get them joined. Then, it got trickier. The outer frame is slightly wider on the new cap and the screw holes didn’t match the previous screw holes. The skirting material is sculpted to look like rock and isn't flat so the larger frame of the vent didn't sit flush. Ugh. 

It was cold out (in the 30s), and as my quick swap out project blossomed into a lengthier project, I just wanted it to be done. The idea of it being done well was rapidly slipping away as a requirement. Two screws were set in the existing holes and two screws were at screwy angles to reach the other existing holes and a bunch of duct tape was used around the frame to cover gaps. When it’s warmer out there will be a proper redo.

random thoughts – Day 2,191 (Tuesday) – mysteries

The rain of Monday night arrived with a vengeance, accompanied by some super-duper crazy wind. The wind howled and the rain battered the house from all directions. At 1:00 a.m., I was still awake, partly due to the noisy weather and partly because I was racing to finish reading a book. There was a loud and heavy noise outside. And again. It seemed like something had crashed into the house.

I got out of bed and lowered the living room shade cautiously, not sure what to expect, but mentally assessing where the home insurance paperwork is located. The wind had thrown open the full glass panel storm door and was bashing it into the metal railing on the front landing. Luckily, the door didn’t seem damaged and I wrestled it closed and locked it. 

Mysterious cracks? Tunnels?

This morning, I scanned the yard with the aid of daylight. There were pieces of broken plastic skirting in the yard, but that was the only evidence of the storm visible from the window. The snow has melted away and there are strange, curving crack-like marks visible in the side yard and behind the house. It looks like earthly varicose veins or a tunnel network just below and along the surface of the yard. Weird.

Once dressed, I went outside and walked around the house to check things out. There were two pieces of broken skirting on the front lawn and another wedged in the rhododendron. The skirting didn’t come off my house, so it's a mystery whose house it blew in from.

Some house is missing some parts.

The dryer has been not doing its job very well lately, and I checked out the vent at the back of the house. Someone on Facebook mentioned recently that their dryer vent had been plugged up due to the height of the snow. I think the same thing happened to mine because 1) the snow was very high against the back of the house, especially after the roof was cleared off; 2) the dryer vent cap is not very high off the ground; and 3) the vent opening is currently packed with soggy lint pressing against the screen. 

Of course, it isn’t as simple as taking the screen off and pulling out the lint. The latches are broken and the screen has been securely wired onto the vent outlet at four points with what is now some crusty wire. It might be wise for me to visit the hardware store armed with a photo of the existing vent and get a whole new exterior piece before I start monkeying around with it.

Dance class tonight had mysteries and surprises. Usually when we arrive at the rental space, there are a few tables and a varying number of chairs (from a couple to a lot) to be moved out of the way so we can dance. Tonight, there were six tables arranged in the center of the floor and set with chairs. A series of ropes above the floor held crepe paper that had been draped in twisted around the ropes and hung low enough that our tallest dancers hit it when our arms were extended.

Festive!

Additional festive ambiance was provided by plastic panels printed with flamingos and palm trees that were attached to some divider panels with push pins. It was all very neat, like someone went to some effort to set up for an event and someone is going to be surprised the next time they visit the room because we had to move all the tables and chairs out of the way because there was no possible way to dance around it. There may have been a communication gap concerning the precious nugget of info that we rent the space every Tuesday night. Oopsie. At least the furniture moving was an extra workout.

random thoughts – Day 2,190 (Monday) – napping

It’s mid-March and time for my annual pre-spring blahs and energy dip. This is a period of weeks where I feel extra chilly and wander around my house in a coat, even though the temperature setting for the heating system is exactly as it has been for about four months. And also, I’m tired. It started about a week ago. Hooray.

Leftovers.

Today, after being out in the world for a few hours at a fabric store, a dance supply shop, and an Indian restaurant for lunch, I arrived home and despite intentions to do something productive, I crashed on the couch. I was chilly so my jacket stayed on and a blanket was added while episodes of Suburgatory streamed on Netflix. 

There was an early supper of leftover basmati rice and Vegetable Vindaloo from the lunch restaurant. It had been years since last having Indian food and I couldn't even remember what I like, so conservatively ordered the spice level at medium. I should have gone full spicy. Next time I will know better.

Eventually, a lovely nap on the couch crept in. I don’t know how long the nap was, but it was solidly refreshing. I awoke to full darkness outside and the comforting sound of a heavy downpour on the roof. The light on the automatic timer was on, which tipped me off that it was at least 6:30. The clock in the kitchen read 7:30. Thank goodness there were no commitments tonight.

random thoughts – Day 2,189 (Sunday) – practical worry

Elevator gap - source
of anxiety.

For nine years working at the bank, I worked on an upper-level floor. The first office  location for my team was on the second floor, then a couple years later we moved to the fourth floor of a different building across the parking lot. Sometimes I took the stairs to and from the office, but more often, I took the elevator. Every time I took an elevator in one of our several campus buildings and especially when leaving the fourth-floor office space at the end of the day, I felt a twinge of panic. It wasn’t a fear that the elevator would careen out of control and crash in the basement level like in an action movie. It was something more realistic.

My ongoing and regular fear was that I would drop my keys and they would fall into the door gap between the elevator box and the outer area and plummet to the basement, rendering me unable to start my car and drive to the home I would not be able to enter. 

I have a tendency to invest my worry efforts in things that have a chance of actually happening, so it’s much more likely I will lose sleep with worry of dropping my keys in an elevator gap than of me being swept away in a tornado.

House gap - new
source of worry.

This morning, while preparing for departure for dance class and locking the back door to the house, I dropped my keys. They bounced on the concrete landing outside the door and landed near the edge of the top step. While retrieving them, I noticed the gap between the concrete staircase and the skirting wall that encloses the crawlspace under the house. It’s not a wide gap, but it's probably wide enough and the skirting material is flexible. The gap, plus the flexible material might be sufficient for my keys to fall into and would probably be difficult to extract, especially when I'm using the spare ring with just the house and mailbox key. 

And just like that, I have a fresh new thing that could actually happen to worry about on a regular and ongoing basis. Oh, joy.

random thoughts – Day 2,188 (Saturday) – corned beef and devil dogs

The weather mood swings continue. There was fresh snow on the lawn and the bushes this morning when I hauled myself out of bed. During the course of the morning, it was cloudy, it snowed again at varying intensities, and it rained frozen ice pellets. Then the sun came out.

Irish at the British.

There was a plan to meet my sister and her husband, and Mom and StepDad at the British American Club for their annual corned beef and cabbage Irish dinner. The food was good, the tables were decorated with little pots of fake clover and green and white carnations, and at times the music was just too loud to talk, but then the volume was adjusted and it was good.

It was an afternoon at a table with family and friends talking about a variety of topics including scammers and fraud protection, crazy stories from my sister's job at a credit union, and electric utility costs. The elders left before we got to the good stuff  like stalkers, stupid songs we had to sing in elementary school (“Get Along Home Cindy, Cindy, I’ll marry you some day” still randomly invades my brain and hangs out for too long), updates on pets, and hated adult chores like grocery shopping and daily cooking. We laughed over our childhood family car trips from Massachusetts to Fort Worth, Texas and Lantana, Florida in the summer heat with no A/C. We tallied up who fainted at which vacation spot (Sis was Disney World, I was Six Flags over Texas and West Point). The usual. It was fun.

On the way home, I stopped at Dollar General. There was no particular reason other than when I am near the place I go in. Then, while walking around it seemed I should have a reason to be there. After roaming the entire store, I ended up buying a new hand soap for the kitchen and Devil Dogs that were on special two boxes for $5. I was more of a Ring Ding fan as a kid and my brother liked Devil Dogs. I thought about him when I bought them. Really, I bought them because of him. It will be five years this summer since he removed himself from this world and some days the hole feels bigger than other days. Today, I tried to feed the hole in my heart with a mass-produced snack my brother liked. 

Devil Dogs.

The “Mochaccino” Devil Dog flavor is an update for the modern palate and it’s pretty good. I still think Ring Dings are better conceptually because they are covered in chocolate, but now that Ring Dings aren’t wrapped in foil anymore, they have lost a bit of their flavor edge. Maybe tomorrow I’ll dip some Devil Dogs in chocolate and see how those are. It would involve chocolate, so it won't be awful.

random thoughts – Day 2,187 (Friday) – ruins

Roman ruins, March 2023.

Three years ago on this date (March 13), four friends and I were in Rome. Usually, we traveled together to resort hotels on beaches with buffets, restaurants, beverage plans, and waiters who delivered to the chaise lounges on the beach. In Rome, we stayed in a lovely hotel located a short walk from Trevi Fountain. The Coliseum was down the street. Ruins were everywhere, nestled between buildings. 

We walked for hours every day, exploring the city’s ruins, museums, churches, cafes, and restaurants. We took day trips to Pompeii and Tivoli and learned that hotel-booked tours pick you up at your hotel and bring you to the site, but they don’t necessarily bring you back where they picked you up (or at all). We drank coffee, Aperol Spritzes, and lovely wines and ate pizza, fresh pasta, pastries and gelato. There were grotto restaurants and sidewalk cafes. The hotel breakfast area had a view of the nearby rooftops. It was wonderful.

What a difference three years makes. Back then, I had a decent amount of vacation time and a decent salary that led me to the strategic decision to to endure a dead-end job for several more years because retirement age was creeping closer and starting over somewhere else would likely mean less vacation time. Then, last year, the merger swooped in and snatched away the job I was willing to tolerate. And nine months after the layoff, I’m still trying to start over and find another job in a market crowded with new graduates and hundreds of other experienced, laid off professionals. Advertised roles with my former job title include the responsibilities handled by three or four people on my old team and pay half the salary. Breaking into a new area seems even more impossible.

At Trevi Fountain, March 2023.

The stress of the past year has loomed large and overshadowed any fun stuff. Luckily, I have photos to prove to myself I used to be a visible, productive member of society who sometimes traveled instead of the feral remnant of that person who now looks for a job, tries to not spend money, and sometimes gets stuck dwelling on the ruins of a former life. 

Maybe I need to return to Trevi Fountain and make a better wish. I’m pretty sure in 2023 I wished for dumb shit like romance and happiness (and that hasn't worked out), but maybe I should have wished for financial stability and a job that lasted until full retirement age. Live and learn.

random thoughts – Day 2,186 (Thursday) – progress

Receding snowline.

It wasn’t as warm today as recent days, but it was still above freezing and the snow continued to melt. Behind my house, the snow on the small hill is receding like a middle-aged hairline and is free of snow at the top. 

Even with all the snowfall this year, it looks like it will be drought conditions again this spring/summer. I read an article recently that said the groundwater table is reported to still be low and it has to do with the speed of the snow melting and running off the ground instead of melting into the ground. Or something like that. I'm not exactly a scientist or an environmentalist and sometimes I half-read articles and learn just enough to be dangerous. I guess I won't be launching my home car wash or laundry service this year, either. Phew.

I managed to miss out on engaging with nature during the past two warm, springlike days. I was shopping and lunching one day, and stress sweating in a dentist chair for a chunk of the next day. Today, in weather that was 30 degrees cooler than a few days ago, I walked to get the mail. It’s the second time I have walked to the mailbox since last fall (but who is counting?). 

The snowbanks have melted back, the street is its full width again, and it wasn’t wet or windy or sub-zero temperatures, so I laced up my sneakers, put on a coat, hat, and gloves, and walked. My neck was cold because I recklessly thought I wouldn’t need a scarf, and that made me walk quickly so I could get back to the warmth of the house.

The only mail today was the replacement sunglass clip ordered from the company I bought glasses from a few years ago. I lost the original sunglass clip a year ago, and despite my fantasies of finding it under the seat in my car or in a tote bag or a coat pocket, it hasn’t turned up. Every sunny day I would mourn the loss of the clip on shades and I finally caved and ordered a new one. This means I'll probably find the old one any second now.

Working on the 4" x 4" canvas.

And after a month of overthinking, procrastinating, and searching through images, yesterday I finally started my 4” by 4” canvas for the art auction at The Brush Gallery in a couple weeks. The outside edges of the canvas were painted black. Today, the final selection of the photo for the front was made. Even though the photo had originally been printed at the correct size, it was a smidge longer on one edge and required trimming of about 1/32 of an inch which I labored over for far too long.  Apparently, I like to torture myself with such details and knew I wouldn't sleep for a week if I didn't trim it. Now it just needs three or four coats of Mod Podge to seal it all and I can deliver it next week.