Today is Thanksgiving and I am divided.
For all the thirty-some years that Chuck and I spent together, this celebration was all his. This was the time to get together with his family, whether it was family by blood or family by any other means. And to eat and drink and have a wonderful time.
And we did have a wonderful time, which is why I feel so divided.
As a Dane it means very little to me, but as a person who has spent more years away from The Old Country, it means a lot to have this anchor, this once a year to meet old friends and reminisce about the year that passed
only
I seem to have lost connection with that part of my life.
To-night, here in Mismaloya, I shall reheat some rice from yesterday's dinner and fry a couple of sausages and that will be my thanksgiving dinner.
But I am thankful.
truly I am.
I have good health, I have a wonderful family in Washington and I have a wonderful family in Denmark .
Now that is being doubly blessed.
So who cares if you don't get to eat turkey.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Under Cover
Cindy has a photo on her blog of Mother Kathy cooking thanksgiving dinner wearing an apron with the print of what looks like the body of Michelangelo's statue of David, complete with his tiny weeny.
And that apparently upsets Cindy and her sister Kate, who want to cover up the offending part, or scrap the apron entirely.
Why, I wonder.
We are not talking prints of super endowed porno stars, nor in reality any living being. Why would these otherwise so enlightened girls be offended by this, admittedly tiny penis?
Let it all hang out, says I.
And the more so, for once a year to make those of us who are somewhat challenged in the weeny department, feel so superior looking at the equipment of David.
Once a year, is that so much to ask for ?
More to give thanks for.
And that apparently upsets Cindy and her sister Kate, who want to cover up the offending part, or scrap the apron entirely.
Why, I wonder.
We are not talking prints of super endowed porno stars, nor in reality any living being. Why would these otherwise so enlightened girls be offended by this, admittedly tiny penis?
Let it all hang out, says I.
And the more so, for once a year to make those of us who are somewhat challenged in the weeny department, feel so superior looking at the equipment of David.
Once a year, is that so much to ask for ?
More to give thanks for.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
The Snake On The Counter
So there I was, the tele turned off and the mutts let out for their last pee stop before bed and, miracles of miracles, they all came back so I grabbed the container with the doggie treats and gave them all a biscuit.
And replaced the container on the counter and wondered at the strange irregular shape that I saw there.
It looked like, but no it couldn't be,
it was.....
A SNAKE
right there on the counter, inches away from the container with the doggie biscuits.
I grabbed my meat clever and whacked the snake who then slithered over the edge and fell on the floor, where I had to shoo the dogs away and hack at it again and again before it finally died.
Birds I will help finding their way out when they enter the house. Butterflies as well as big buzzing insects get help to exit. Even the toads are evicted alive, but not the snakes and scorpions.
Those I gleefully kill.
And as I scooped up the offending reptile and threw it out in the jungle to feed some reptile loving animals and cleaned up the bloody mess on the floor, I wondered
how did it get into the house and how did it get up on the counter?
I shall have to keep the lights on at night now and keep my cleaver sharpened.
And replaced the container on the counter and wondered at the strange irregular shape that I saw there.
It looked like, but no it couldn't be,
it was.....
A SNAKE
right there on the counter, inches away from the container with the doggie biscuits.
I grabbed my meat clever and whacked the snake who then slithered over the edge and fell on the floor, where I had to shoo the dogs away and hack at it again and again before it finally died.
Birds I will help finding their way out when they enter the house. Butterflies as well as big buzzing insects get help to exit. Even the toads are evicted alive, but not the snakes and scorpions.
Those I gleefully kill.
And as I scooped up the offending reptile and threw it out in the jungle to feed some reptile loving animals and cleaned up the bloody mess on the floor, I wondered
how did it get into the house and how did it get up on the counter?
I shall have to keep the lights on at night now and keep my cleaver sharpened.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
How I Lost A Day
I was sure it was Sunday,and I did all my usual Sunday things which, in reality are not that different from other-day-of-the-week things.
I checked my food stock which consisted of one English muffin, six eggs, a plastic container with the leftovers from dinner, two sad looking carrots and one beer.
I decided that Monday, the following day, would be my day for stocking up on comestibles
And so I ended the day by watching the television and wondering, briefly, why the hostess of some show urged me to watch her show again next Saturday night.
Some funny business from my Canadian provider I thought and went to bed and was awakened by the worthless mutts at the usual 7:30 am. Opened the door for the mutts to go out, made the first pot of coffee and turned on the radio and was perplexed; they were playing the national anthem, a thing they normally do at 7 in the morning. So I called the day and time number ( we do have such a service ) and the robotic man came on and said
Today is Sunday, it is seven am
YIKES
Not only did I loose a day, Saturday, but I also lost an hour.
The Saturday is all gone and I have to wait till spring to get my hour back.
And the worthless mutts don't really care.
I checked my food stock which consisted of one English muffin, six eggs, a plastic container with the leftovers from dinner, two sad looking carrots and one beer.
I decided that Monday, the following day, would be my day for stocking up on comestibles
And so I ended the day by watching the television and wondering, briefly, why the hostess of some show urged me to watch her show again next Saturday night.
Some funny business from my Canadian provider I thought and went to bed and was awakened by the worthless mutts at the usual 7:30 am. Opened the door for the mutts to go out, made the first pot of coffee and turned on the radio and was perplexed; they were playing the national anthem, a thing they normally do at 7 in the morning. So I called the day and time number ( we do have such a service ) and the robotic man came on and said
Today is Sunday, it is seven am
YIKES
Not only did I loose a day, Saturday, but I also lost an hour.
The Saturday is all gone and I have to wait till spring to get my hour back.
And the worthless mutts don't really care.
Friday, October 19, 2007
La Migra or El Crudo
I was thinking of writing a post about La Migra ( immigration ) or, maybe, about drinking too much wine and getting a hangover ( El Crudo ) or, even maybe'er, a correlation between the two.
AH But, the immigration trip happens but once a year whereas the wine happens just about every night.
So NO, no correlation.
Except of course for the fact that I recently had to go to La Migra for my yearly renewal of my FM3, and Sam's Club is located but a stone's throw away and at Sam's, these days, they sell my favorite, cheap, carton packed wine in four-packs. So maybe there is a connection.
I went to La Migra and applied for another year and paid my now more than a hundred dollars for the privilege and thought to myself, if there are 500.000 of us yearly paying $100, that comes to 50 millions USD. WOW. We do keep the economy of The United States of Mexico going.
And we pay the taxes every time we buy anything, so maybe there is a lot more connecting La Migra with El Crudo than meets the eye.
Just a thought.
AH But, the immigration trip happens but once a year whereas the wine happens just about every night.
So NO, no correlation.
Except of course for the fact that I recently had to go to La Migra for my yearly renewal of my FM3, and Sam's Club is located but a stone's throw away and at Sam's, these days, they sell my favorite, cheap, carton packed wine in four-packs. So maybe there is a connection.
I went to La Migra and applied for another year and paid my now more than a hundred dollars for the privilege and thought to myself, if there are 500.000 of us yearly paying $100, that comes to 50 millions USD. WOW. We do keep the economy of The United States of Mexico going.
And we pay the taxes every time we buy anything, so maybe there is a lot more connecting La Migra with El Crudo than meets the eye.
Just a thought.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Worthless Mutts
Whenever I get upset about the constant and annoying barking of the mutts, I think to myself
At least this barking will keep fools and foes from entering the house.
HA.
When I got home the other day from a trip to town for victuals, and had schlepped the stuff up the hill, I was surprised by the lack of noise from the mutts who normally scream and holler as if they had been left alone for the whole day.
All right, thought I. They are finally growing up and dumped the groceries on the counter and headed to the fridge for a beer. It is hard and hot work walking up that hill.
And there was but one beer in the fridge. One beer where there should have been three. ( I keep tabs )
It took a minute for this to settle and then I checked the drawer where I had ( foolishly ) left my spare cash. Most , but not all of it gone.
So this was the reason the mutts were not too excited about me coming back. They had had company and most probably shown the intruder where the money was hidden.
Worthless mutts. When I need them to be fierce they just lick the burglar to death.
In defense of the mutts it must have been someone who knew that they are shams.
At least he left one beer and a bit of the money.
Worthless mutts.
At least this barking will keep fools and foes from entering the house.
HA.
When I got home the other day from a trip to town for victuals, and had schlepped the stuff up the hill, I was surprised by the lack of noise from the mutts who normally scream and holler as if they had been left alone for the whole day.
All right, thought I. They are finally growing up and dumped the groceries on the counter and headed to the fridge for a beer. It is hard and hot work walking up that hill.
And there was but one beer in the fridge. One beer where there should have been three. ( I keep tabs )
It took a minute for this to settle and then I checked the drawer where I had ( foolishly ) left my spare cash. Most , but not all of it gone.
So this was the reason the mutts were not too excited about me coming back. They had had company and most probably shown the intruder where the money was hidden.
Worthless mutts. When I need them to be fierce they just lick the burglar to death.
In defense of the mutts it must have been someone who knew that they are shams.
At least he left one beer and a bit of the money.
Worthless mutts.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
It wasn't supposed to be like this
I looked around me and thought
it wasn't supposed to be like this.
We were supposed to bicker and squabble and disagree and make up
have wonderful dinner parties or lunches with our friends
and it was I who did not take vitamins by the handful and who did not exercise one day in my life
who reluctantly ate the veggies and and the salad
it was not supposed to be like this
yet
here I am almost five years hence, alone but for a house full of undisciplined and unwanted mutts,
listening to the annoying sound of the rain rushing off the roof hoping that this time the lights won't go out and that the mutts will do their business outside rather than unpleasant surprises for the morning.
It was not supposed to be this way.
it wasn't supposed to be like this.
We were supposed to bicker and squabble and disagree and make up
have wonderful dinner parties or lunches with our friends
and it was I who did not take vitamins by the handful and who did not exercise one day in my life
who reluctantly ate the veggies and and the salad
it was not supposed to be like this
yet
here I am almost five years hence, alone but for a house full of undisciplined and unwanted mutts,
listening to the annoying sound of the rain rushing off the roof hoping that this time the lights won't go out and that the mutts will do their business outside rather than unpleasant surprises for the morning.
It was not supposed to be this way.
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