Saturday, July 31, 2004
Friday, July 30, 2004
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
It's evident that she has spent little time in the south, if her remarks about women being heard are taken at face value. Women I know have no trouble speaking their minds, and there's hell to pay if the audience isn't listening.
I always get a little nervous when extremely wealthy people begin talking about alternative energy and energy use. I remember Barbra Streisand recommending that women use their dryers less and hang their laundry outdoors during a recent summer. One of her closets is probably larger than my house.
All in all, Ms. Kerry seemed a nice enough lady, if distant. Apparently, she has a great reputation as a philanthropist in Pennsylvania.
Sorry, Pops. George says it's "pure pork, no possum".
UPDATE: Good stuff. It didn't shrink to nothing during cooking, doesn't seem filled with pork snouts, and the herbs visible in the raw product impart good flavor.
Monday, July 26, 2004
It was meltingly tender and juicy, but Lyman wasn't satisfied with the seasoning. One of these days he'll learn to keep to the plantation where cookery is concerned. Bill's Butt Rub is a California concoction.
We find that we are seldom satisfied with recipes from other parts of the country. No aspersions on others' cooking skills, but this is Louisiana, after all.
Saturday, July 24, 2004
Lucy did that last night. She was watching us in the kitchen, in a sort of crouch, and froze in that position. She did not twitch a feather or react to speech or movement for seven minutes that I timed, and one or two on either side of that.
Eclectus are prey birds and the freeze is thought to be a defense mechanism. "What? Me? I'm a blossom."
Friday, July 23, 2004
Thursday, July 22, 2004
1) My first love was a boy of seventeen who was handsome, intelligent, musical, witty and jealous of my attention. No need to be jealous.
2) Lyman has a brilliant sense of humor that offsets my sometimes low moods.
3) We bought a fabric art piece, 54" x 78", made in Zimbabwe, at a zoo on the coast of Florida. It is a village scene produced using techniques of batik, stamping and painting, with bright colors and emphatic visual rhythms. I would hate to lose it.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Which brings to mind the year I was "Cucumber Girl".
Lyman planted several cucumber plants that bore like crazy, more than we could imagine eating or canning. When we were overwhelmed I put the cucumbers in a basket, slung it over my shoulder, and went from door to door.
Plenty of neighbors know me, but some further up the street don't.
"Excuse me. I'm sorry to bother you. I'm Janis Gore, Lyman's wife, at --------- Street, and we have grown too many cucumbers. Would you like some cucumbers?"
I was received well. They were good cucumbers.
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Monday, July 19, 2004
Glenda, my schoolteacher friend, came by today with a bagful of pods.
"What are these?" I asked. "They look like sugar peas."
"I thought you liked these. I brought you some last year. You said you loved them."
"But what are they?"
"Look here." She popped one open. "They're baby butterbeans."
"Oh, you brought them shelled last year. I didn't know what they look like in the pod."
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Friday, July 16, 2004
During the search for a tissue or a receipt or a deposit slip to wrap the tasteless gum in, the logo popped off the front of the pocketbook. It's about the size of a half-dollar coin.
Yes, I did. It seems to be holding very well.
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Dr. Whittaker, the optometrist, fills that bill more than adequately - carved jaw, pretty long-lashed brown eyes and deep dimples. He might have a drop or two of Cajun in him.
The white trim of the house is gray with mildew.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Lucy turns three on Saturday! It's party time!
What am I going to cook?
One set of bocce balls - $89.95 + shippingLucy didn't buy those things. I didn't buy those things.
One Bradley Smoker - $571.96
Four cookbooks on sausage and smoking foods - about $100
One hamburger press - $19.95 + shipping
They go something like this:
"There are some interesting things in that box in the bathroom."
Patricia gets a starter set of bareMinerals makeup.
"The school teacher who lived in this house wasn't much of a housekeeper. This kitchen sink is terrible."
Patricia's sink sparkles with the help of a couple of products and elbow grease.
"Charles hasn't come to see my new house."
Charles comes smiling to dinner on Sunday.
"I strained my back at the lake. The only thing that helps is Mr. Thumper. Did you ever get another Mr. Thumper? You didn't? You're going to take Mr. Thumper, aren't you?"
Patricia keeps Mr. Thumper.
It sounds one-sided, doesn't it? But that doesn't include stifling teary laughter at the Modern. Patricia has no reverence at all for modern art. She read the description of a molten mass of plastic in one corner, the artist's largest commission to date. "Screwed again!" she said.
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
There are nine teams in Lyman's fantasy baseball league. Two owners live out of town, in Nashville and Orange, Texas. Another called last night to say that he had a meeting with the man this evening who is going to clear his lake camp of the shoddy old cabin that sits where he wants to build a new one. Then another called today to say that he and another owner need to be present at play-off games for 9-12 boys' baseball. Another is snowed under at work. Lyman is trying to reach the other two.
Not to mind. The house is tidy and clean, and we have fixin's for hamburgers for several weeks.
When we discussed it with Charles, he suggested that it might have been a gene for cystic fibrosis or some other such disease. Polio was a thought, but two of the deaths were in the mid to late '60's.
There was a marker for the parents - Bullock was the name - but no death date was engraved for either of them.
No death date was engraved for my mother, either. It's been more than a year.
Monday, July 12, 2004
Hey again. I took a nap. Patricia rises early. This morning, wake-up time was 4 a.m. We took our coffee outside and watched the day break. I was on the road at 6:30.
Wonderful driving conditions all the way, with very little traffic. Rather than looping down past Alexandria as I usually do, I turned east at Nachitoches and drove through the Kisatchie National Forest. I can't say how many minutes or miles that detour added to the trip, but it was pretty. I never knew Louisiana had so many hills.
The weekend went much as planned, though we never visited the Nasher. My, but it was hot, and our backs and feet reached their limits with the Kimbell and the Modern. While it was a trip for me, it was also Patricia's rest time.
We enjoyed meeting the Aardvarks. They were the first bloggers I have met in person. Because we know quite a bit about one another through our writings, conversation was easy. Something I learned is that the Aardvarks are babies, too. I regret to say that I didn't ask how many Mrs. A came from, but LittleA is the baby of six. I am the baby of seven. What I didn't ask LittleA was if he could shed some light on why the traffic was so thick on I-30 between Dallas and Ft. Worth at 2:00 on Friday.
We didn't go to Central Market. Saturday evening we walked the block from Patricia's place to one of two Italian restaurants for dinner. The food was good and the prices were cheap. We bypassed the Italian ice shop. I don't expect to do that again, if it survives. Business didn't look good for a warm evening. Those Atkins people are going to ruin it for the rest of us.
We also didn't visit Patricia's son. We called, but he suggested that we do it another time. It was our considered opinion that his apartment was probably a pigsty.
Charles hadn't seen Patricia's new house, so we invited him to sup on Sunday on spinach salad with bacon, tomato, and gorgonzola cheese. The salad went over well with the sibs.
I lived with Charles for most of ten years, but locations and circumstances have prevented Patricia and I from enjoying much in the way of sisterly relations over the years. We like time together. She's planning to come here in October for the balloon race.
Now on to tomorrow's party.
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Today is prep day for a trip to Dallas tomorrow. Lyman will stay here with Lucy.
Saturday, Patricia and I intend to take the light rail (Hey, what is that Taste of Dallas thing?) to downtown Dallas to visit the Nasher and whatever else takes our fancy. We are considering the prepared foods section of Central Market for dinner.
Sunday we will visit the cemetery where our parents are buried, where we'll leave flowers and do a final check of the engraving on the marker. Then perhaps a visit to Patricia's son, who for a month has been nearly incapacitated with a badly broken ankle.
Monday, I'll drive home and immediately start helping Lyman with preparations for the gathering of his fantasy baseball league buddies here on Tuesday to watch the All-Star game.
Looks like fun.
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Debra and Craig Johnson of J-Birds have written a brief article here about Eclectus parrots. Lucy is a Solomon Island Eclectus.
The authors do not go into the phenomenon of the bird sitting on the edge of her cage screaming and laughing like a little girl being chased while her housemate is on the telephone.
They also don't talk about how the brats will fake an emergency screaming bout to bring their owners into the room double-quick, only to find the bird preening.
Monday, July 05, 2004
Well, dayum. We made it from 3 on Friday until now without rain. The flotilla on Lake St. John and the festivities and fireworks at the riverside went off without drowning on Saturday.
But those yellow-bellied Doppler gangers have coalesced over us and now in 10 minutes we have .3 inch.
Finish at .45 inch.
Sunday, July 04, 2004
Our local McDonald's burned nearly to the ground last night. Reports are that the fire occurred at or about 10 p.m., but I don't remember sirens.
Lucy and I drove by to take a look today after my mother-in-law told us it had happened. Only a scorched shell was left, with smoke rising from the interior.
I'd be surprised if this were some kind of protest. Insurance? An angry employee? An accident? Negligence?
No one was injured, as far as we know. The gossip wheels are turning in this small town. We'll find out more tomorrow.
UPDATE: The fire occurred at 2:40 a.m., according to the local paper.
Friday, July 02, 2004
Ack! Sunshine! My eyes!
UPDATE: Never mind. I put biscuits in the oven just as the rain started. The biscuits (11 minutes) aren't done yet and we've had half an inch of rain. Rainfall rate at this moment is 4.65 inches per hour.
When the timer went off for the biscuits we had .78 inch of rain.
Up to 1.50 and still pouring.
Lyman's 40 tomato plants need from 1 to 1-1/2 inches a week.
We heard a cropduster flying the Claytons' soybeans this morning. That's money gone.
1.75 after 33 minutes.
We're at a sprinkle now. After 50 minutes we're showing 1.98 inches.
Just a little summer shower in the South.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
1) I was cast in a small part in a student film having something to do with an art museum. I was about 21 and don't remember a thing about the plot. I hope it was supposed to be set in Texas because we darned sure talked like Texans.
2) I have nevah considered writing a screenplay of any kind.
3) The only actor I would consider for this category is actress Dorothy Lamour. I'm still looking.
Being on the film set was one of the most boring days of my life, and I've had a few.