It’s the thought that counts…

 

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I have been thinking a lot about this saying, this sentiment, these words lately.  Recent times have people becoming more and more self involved.  This is a good thing, in that we all need to be self aware to take proper care of ourselves.  But also I have seen people prejudging, assuming and over reacting.

Why is it so hard to see the good in people?  In my job as a hospital telephone operator I have heard the best of people, and the worst as well.  I don’t know why many callers immediately get irate when they don’t get what they want.  Many times it could be because they are under stress, calling to inquire about a sick loved one (and with no visitors allowed, I get that).  But just as many times their first reaction is to be rude and obnoxious – as if I am not giving them their information because I just don’t want to.  Why can’t they understand that there are rules that need to be followed?

I have overheard conversations and witnessed women get upset whenever they get called “honey” or “sweetheart.”  There is a big difference if some burly individual uses those terms in a derogatory way.  But why do these women get so upset when a kindly senior citizen says it to them?  Is it so hard to believe that people of that age group probably don’t mean it bad – they mean it in a good, endearing way?  When anyone is sweet or kind, I find it very difficult to think of them in a bad way.

Comments about God can get some people very angry as well.  I understand that not all people believe in God, and not all people believe the same way.  But if a nice person says God Bless You, or Have a Blessed Day, and you know for a fact that they are a religious individual – why get upset?  Why can’t they consider the source and realize it was meant in a good way and not in a bad way?  I guess I just don’t understand why people can’t see the good in others.

It costs nothing to be nice.  Nothing at all, and yet is a concept foreign to so many people.  At the grocery store recently, the cashier was telling a story to the customers in front of us of how earlier that day other customers had been terribly rude to her.  When it was our turn, I asked about the conversation while she was ringing up our order.  It turns out she has cancer, and the rude comments these customers had said to her were very uncalled for.  It was horrible.  Once they found out that it was cancer that caused the mark on her wrist, they were semi-apologetic, but the damage was done.  Why do people have to be so rude to each other?  I just don’t get how some of these people were raised.  Who told them that if you act like a jerk you’ll get better service?  It doesn’t work that way.

I was in a convenience store around Easter time.  I asked the clerk how she was, and she said fine, yet she had started to cry.  I saw this and asked her why she was upset.  She said an old, angry man had come to her register and proceeded to call her very nasty names – all because he was frustrated over being unable to figure out the credit card options on the gas pumps.  I felt so bad for her – in her face mask and gloves.  She stated that she wished she didn’t have to work, that she didn’t want to put herself at risk due to all the virus concerns, but she had to work.  My heart hurt for her.  I did my grocery shopping, and on the way home I brought her in an Easter plant.  When she saw it, she started crying again – but this time they were happy tears.  She was very happy and I was happy I made her that way.  All it took to brighten her day was a $5 Easter plant and a smile.

As I have said, I work in a hospital.  We have a lot of requirements for staff during these times.  Everyone is doing more than their job, rising well above what is needing to be done.  The local community has been wonderful to everyone – there have been numerous donations of food and snacks.  They also have people standing around clapping as workers enter the building, and there was a parade of first responders who drove by one afternoon.  The hallways are plastered with drawings and notes from children and adults alike – praising healthcare workers as heroes.  These are all nice, thoughtful gestures.  Yet there are people who don’t like this at all.   They feel it is patronizing, it is almost insulting – as if they are getting extra pats on their backs for just doing their jobs.  Lots of us have talked about this, and I just try to impress on them that it is not the intent of these people to be hurtful – it’s to be helpful, happy and appreciative.  I have said that if they just look at their intent, and try to focus on that and not on the fact that they don’t like it – maybe they’d feel better about it, and perhaps even feel thankful that there are people who care and want to show it.

I generally like people.  I have enjoyed all of my jobs that had me dealing directly with the public.  I only wish that people could be understanding of others and not jump to conclusions.  I don’t like seeing people rushing to judgment.  I like to look for the good in every situation.  I also believe that a smile along with a kind word can go a long, long way.   You just have to open your mind.  Ease up on preconceived ideas.  Keep your sense of humor.  Be polite and not rude.  It really isn’t that hard to get along with others.  We should all try harder, especially now in the world we’re living in…

Seven days of mini-tips for your appearance…

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I realize that by including this picture I am WAY more than aging/dating myself.  That is ok though.  Let me explain – this man is Freddie Prinze, the father of Freddie Prinze, Jr.  He was popular on a show called “Chico and the Man” in the 1970s.  The character was very charming, and his signature/tag line was…you guessed it…Looking Good!  I have many things I do to keep myself up to date and decent, appearance-wise.   Some days I am good with it, other days not so much.  I do try to do at least a little something extra every day, in addition to regular grooming.  I don’t do these things in any particular order.  I just try to do one of them each day of the week.

My hair can take a beating at times.  I try not to wash it more than I have to.  Even with avoiding frequent washings, I want it to look nice.  I will comb or brush it out and then style it.  My hair ends up with a lot of product build up.  When it gets to having that “straw-like” feeling, it’s time for extra conditioner.  I will either do a quick deep conditioning treatment if I have one on hand (I usually do) or I will do this – I wash my hair, and quickly dry it in a towel.  I will take a bottle of instant/regular conditioner (you know, the kind you use in a shower) and while my hair is damp I will comb some of it through my hair.  I will leave it in my hair for a while – sometimes five or ten minutes, sometimes an hour.  I put no limits on the time.  When I finally decide it’s time, I rinse it out – I have soft and shiny hair.  It ends up being softer and shinier than if I had just ran it over my head while in the shower.

I try to take care of my face every day, because I can totally see aging in my skin.  About once a week, I will do a more extensive face care routine.  I will remove my eye makeup (if I’m wearing any) and then wash the rest of my makeup (again, if I have any of that on).  Then I take a facial cleanser, and will soap my face up really good.  I do all over my face, from my upper forehead to under my chin by my neck.  Once I feel as though my face is very clean, I will rinse – I rinse really well.  Doing this can be very messy, but that is ok.  I will blot my face dry, and then it is time for a toner (if I feel like it).  After the toner (if I use one), I will put on moisturizer.  More often than not, I’m doing this at night so I’ll use regular moisturizer and then night cream/moisturizer over it.  I take my time to rub it in gently, almost like a massage.  Lately I have been including eye cream or some sort of an eye product at this point.  Changes around my eyes have been very noticeable recently.  I feel as though taking extra time with the little things can help my appearance.  And it seems to make my makeup look better, too.

I used to get my nails done on a regular basis at a local Nail Salon.  I had started doing them myself before the pandemic hit.  They had started looking a little rough, so I thought I would treat myself to regular gel manicures again – and then we all got hit with the Corona and Covid-19 situation.  Home manicures are just part of what I do now, but once a week I do regular maintenance on my fingertips and hands.  I will wash my hands really good – and I mean good.  Once I am satisfied they are clean, I take a bowl of warm water and soak my hands.  Depending on how much pampering I want or need at the time, I may just do my nails.  I soak them in water with a bit of lotion mixed in.  When they are sufficiently softened, I will take them out.  After patting them dry, I will then massage my hands to moisten them.  I can use lotion in water, but I have a problem with lotion directly on skin.  I will lightly massage my hands with Vaseline.  That seems to be the most successful thing for me.  I will also massage my cuticles, clipping any odd pieces of skin that don’t belong.  I will make sure my nails are even, and if any part of my manicure needs attention, I’ll do a quick fix.  Doing these things ensures my hands always look nice.

As much as I want my hands to look nice, I want my feet to look nicer.  I don’t like anything about feet.  One of the most horrifying things I’ve ever seen was a diabetic foot care video in my very first diabetes education class many years ago.  I watched first hand as that video described how bad your feet could get if you neglect your health with regard to diabetes.  And ever since then, I have kept my feet in pristine condition.  In addition to regular pedicures to keep my feet looking pretty, I also do weekly maintenance.  Let me also say that after every shower I take, my feet get liberally rubbed in with any kind of nice smelling lotion I feel like using at the time.  I have quite a few, yet after doing my feet and putting socks on over them, I rinse my hands – see above about my hands and anti-lotion issues.  For weekly maintenance on my feet, I will fill up a basin of warm water, again like above with some lotion in the mix.  I will soak them for a few minutes, then take them out.  I will rub them with a towel or a face cloth.  It almost acts like an exfoliating of some kind.  This process gets repeated over and over until the water starts to not be warm anymore.  And once I do a final soak, I will rub my feet dry.  I’ll look for little pieces of skin to check, and will make sure my nails are even.  They will get a final drying off, and then lotion will be applied and socks will go on.  Even though at times I think the rest of my body more than needs help, I’m always confident that my feet look good.

I have mini-care tips for my teeth (in addition of course to regular care).  Starting with those little flossing pickers, I do my entire mouth.  I’ll rinse, then just brush my teeth as I normally do.  Rinsing again, I will run some plain “Scope like” mouthwash around my mouth.  Spitting that out, I’ll use the pickers again.  I’ll brush my teeth again, but just with cold water (though I understand some people use warm water, that’s ok too).  At this point, I will use one of those rinses – they usually have some kind of additive in them, either for plaque buildup, to promote moisture to tissues or to add extra fluoride.  And again, once I’m done with this, I will use the pickers and will rinse again.  My final application is usually a whitening rinse.  I do not know if they truly whiten teeth, but I feel as though they can’t hurt.  After repeating all of these steps, your mouth will feel really good and you can be confident your teeth got taken care of in a great way.  There really is no rhyme or reason to these – you truly can go in whatever order you want.

I have itchy skin.  I don’t know why.  I guess you can say I kind of have dry skin.  My back is particularly itchy.  I carry a collapsible back scratcher wherever I go.  I like to take care of my skin with my own set of self exfoliating tactics.  Again, like above there really is no rhyme or reason to what I do and how I do it.  Sometimes I will take a very quick rinse shower before I start.  Sometimes I don’t.  I will rub my body with a washcloth (one that seems more rough than others) or a soft bristle brush (both dry).  You want to get rid of dead skin but you don’t want to hurt yourself.  Work in small circular movements.  Some start at the ankles, some start at the neck and shoulders.  It is up to you.  Don’t go too hard or too rough – these are areas that are usually not worked on much, and they are usually covered up by clothes.  Once you’re satisfied with how your exfoliating has gone, you can use some scrubs specifically made for these types of treatments, or if you want – use any kind of lotion.  Use plenty of product, and once you’re done doing that – take a nice, warm shower.  You don’t want anything too extreme – nothing too cold or too hot.  When you’re done, dry and towel off gently.  Again it depends on you – if you want, you can use some lotion – or if your skin feels a bit sensitive – skip it.  See how you feel.  After a procedure like this, you will see a glow in your skin.  It might not be tremendous, but trust me – you will notice the difference.

So there you have it – six tips or hacks or whatever you want to call them.  I try to do one each day.  The seventh day can be left for something that you saw during the week that may have just needed a little more, a little extra.  More often than not, I’m doing something for my hair.  I will either deep condition it, or will double check the roots and see if a dye job will be necessary soon.  Sometimes I’ll do the roots then, sometimes I’ll just do my whole head again, and sometimes I’ll just wash my hair and use the root cover up spray in a can.  Like I’ve said, no rhyme.  No reason.  I do whatever needs to be done, or I’ll do nothing.  It all depends on how I’m feeling at the moment.  With a little bit of effort, you’ll be able to avoid major fix-ups where you feel like you have no choice…

 

 

Happy Mother’s Day!

 

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Happy Mother’s Day – to all the Moms out there.  Happy Mother’s Day to all the women who are good to us and who treat us like a Mom would.  Happy Mother’s Day to those women who have children with paws and fur.  And also, Happy Mother’s Day to those Moms who are no longer with us.

My first Mother’s Day was celebrated in May of 1989.  Michael had been born the previous September.  I was (and still am) so happy to be his mother.  He was the easiest baby, which is why Kevin came along so quickly.  He was born in 1990.  This weekend I was beginning a big photo organization project – let me tell you, these two – they were inseparable!  Years passed by raising the two of them.  Kevin was also a good baby, but now there were two.  We were ready again, and Christopher was born in 1995.  Again, looking at all of those pictures this weekend – he had the most devoted, attentive and proud big brothers.  All were insanely cute.  And prejudiced as I am, they have grown into handsome young men.  I am lucky to be their Mom.

My own mother was a wonderful woman who left us far too soon.  She was seventy two years old when she passed away in July of 2008.  She lost her second battle with breast cancer.  She had conquered it once before, having had a mastectomy in April of 1992.  This was after having an almost-fatal heart attack in January of 1991.  She went through so much.  She really did.  During the last few years of her life, she was diabetic.  She handled it well, even though she didn’t always adhere to proper a proper diabetic diet.  After all she went through, a little cheating with food was not a big deal.  Faithfully checking her blood sugar every day, she took her insulin when it was needed.

She was an amazing cook.  Mom made so many delicious things.  I miss everything about those dishes.  I have tried to copy some of them, and most have come out really good.  Yet, just a little something was missing.  I’m thinking it was the love she had that was added.  She made delicious Spaghetti and Meatballs.  I enjoyed her German Fries, which were potatoes boiled, sliced and then cooked in onions, butter and pepper.  She was famous for her Steak and French Fry dinners on a Saturday night.  Baking was one of her things too, even though she mostly used mixes – she added that extra little something that made them more than special.  From scratch she did make the absolute best butter cookies – for some reason, we mostly just had them at Christmas time.  Maybe she kind of knew – that these would be more special if we waited for them, having them to look forward to.

My mother was an amazing housekeeper.  She loved keeping her home nice, clean, warm and inviting.  There were certain household items, furniture that she wanted – and she would save up money in order to get them.  A certain mirror and table come to mind.  The woman was very particular about her curtains, and she changed them a few times each year.  She must be looking down on me, shaking her head.  If she could only see our living room curtains – they are, let’s just say – shredded.  That’s what happens when you have three kittens at one time.  They just turned a year old in April, so hopefully most of the scratching is behind us.

She gave me and my sister a great love for animals.  I was just turning four years old when our landlord at the time offered us one of her cats’ kittens.  Mom was surprised I chose the only tabby in a group of white ones.  Max lived with us until he was eleven.  About a year after he passed, Sam came to us.  He was the cutest black cat, with no tail!  We were heartbroken when he passed away.  She then got Kitty, who was her companion until Mom passed.  My sister took care of Kitty until she left the earth to go Mom.  My sister now has three cats and a dog.  Jeff and I have our Magnificent Seven.  And so, the animal love remains.

Mom was a beautiful woman.  She always looked pretty, well put together and perfectly done up.  Her appearance was very important to her.  She had her hair washed and set faithfully every week, and her nails were done regularly at the salon.  She always chose the same pretty pink color.  Her favorite perfume had a vanilla scent.  When I smell a perfume close to what she wore, naturally I think of her.  She really did look good up until the end.

Yet, besides all of these things – she was just a good woman.  Her life didn’t start out happy.  She was born to a single mother, and in those days (1936) you didn’t keep your child if you were unmarried.  She was a foster child who was brought into a family that loved and cared for her like she was their own.  She left one part of the family at age eleven and went to live with the people known to me as my grandparents.  She immediately got a big brother, who she idolized.  On her wedding day, as my grandfather was about to walk her down the aisle, he asked her “don’t you think it’s about time you call us Mom and Pop?”  And from then on, that’s what they were.  No more Aunt Em and Uncle Les.

Mom loved us girls, and we think she secretly wanted a granddaughter.  Who am I kidding?  We KNOW she wanted girls.  No woman alive loved her grandsons more, however.  She was amazingly proud of all four of them.   The sun rose, shined, set and glowed upon her boys.  She was devoted to each of them.  I believe that she thought they were her greatest accomplishments.  Not that she didn’t love our father, or us – the boys were just different in her eyes.  With us, she was finally able to look at someone who shared her blood.  She had never had that.  I don’t think those of us who haven’t experienced it can truly understand how that feels.

My mother was the greatest woman I have ever known.  She was just an ordinary woman.  But she was extraordinary to us.  Happy Mother’s Day in heaven, Mom.  I love you, and I miss you.

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My beautiful Mom, Bernice Gemmel 1936-2008

There’s no place like home…

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In my last post, I wrote about traveling.  In this post, I am going to write about my hometown.  I was born and raised in the borough of Queens in New York City.  Throughout my married life while raising children we were lucky to live in the beautiful areas of Lawrenceville, New Jersey, Castle Rock, Colorado (which was midway between the cities of Denver and Colorado Springs) and suburban Philadelphia in Jamison, Pennsylvania.  In 2009, we moved to the area of Northeastern Pennsylvania and in 2014 I began living full-time in Scranton.

I have had many good times in Scranton.  In Scranton, I have met some of the best people I have ever known.  For the time I lived in Florida, when I felt homesick – I missed Scranton.  It was during these times that I realized that Scranton IS my home.  Make no mistake – Scranton is not perfect.  They have some of the worst roads around.  The weather at times can be less than perfect, and at times it can be downright depressing.  I can’t say there is a lot of crime here, yet it is not a crime free area.  But, choosing to live here – I do honestly see more good than bad.  And my hometown is known for a lot of things.  Let me share them with you now.

Scranton is the sixth largest city in Pennsylvania.  Our population is just under seventy-seven thousand residents.

Scranton’s original name was Slocum Hollow.

Our nickname is The Electric City.  That nickname was given to us when street cars debuted here in 1886 that were powered only by electric.

In Scranton’s heyday, the main industries were coal mining and railroads.

The largest vein of anthracite coal in the world is under Lackawanna County.  Scranton was once called “The Anthracite Capital of the World.”

Scranton is the county seat of Lackawanna County.

Scranton is home to thirty-four properties and districts on the National Register of Historic Places.

There is a federal courthouse located in Scranton.  It is the William J. Nealon Federal Courthouse.

Paige Cognetti was recently elected as Mayor – she is the city’s first Progressive Independent Mayor.

The television show The Office was set in Scranton.  It won many Emmy Awards and a Golden Globe.  WBRE, Poor Richard’s Pub and Steamtown Mall are in fact real places.

Scranton is well known for our annual St. Patrick’s Day parade.  It is one of the largest parades in the nation.  Many times there have been over one hundred and fifty thousand attendees.

Since the 1970s Scranton has hosed LaFesta Italiana, a three-day Italian festival that takes place on Labor Day weekend on Courthouse Square.  It is complete with delicious Italian food, pastries, music and entertainment.

Scranton has the Houdini Museum.  Houdini appeared in Scranton many times and did several special challenges here.  The museum features memorabilia, artifacts, mannequins, films and even a Magic Show.

And there you have some highlights of my hometown…

 

 

 

On the road again…

 

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I love to travel.  Not as an escape from home, because I love it there.  We enjoy seeing new places, trying different foods and visiting all kinds of landmarks.  As we all know, travel is impossible now.  It won’t always be this way, thankfully.  Jeff and I would like to visit Ireland, go on another cruise and take a trip to Colorado.  Once this “thing” is over, we can go back to taking weekend trips.  When the time comes, I am going to rely on these little tricks and hacks to make the most of the places we will go to.

Plastic grocery bags are very useful to take along while traveling.  I use them for dirty laundry (to keep clean clothes separate).  They come in handy to cushion breakables.  You can also use them to store clothes/bathing suits that might still be damp from your last day of fun.

Take many more pictures than you think you should.  Luckily, with digital cameras and cell phones, this isn’t costly.   When your trip is over, as you are going through the photos you took – you might find a hidden gem!

Try to collect maps, papers, receipts, guides.  They make nice additions to memory books.  You can even make a shadow box frame to showcase these things.

If you’re flying to your destination, take a carry on that allows you to access your important documents, etc. easily.

In advance of your trip, prepare a travel essentials bag.  Put everything in it that you need on a daily basis.  You can (and should) include travel sizes (to comply with airline regulations, if you are flying to a destination).  I always have one packed and ready to go.  This way, I know the only thing I have to pack in it is my daily medications for however long we will be away for.

Make a plan for the clothing you’ll take with you.  Try to not over pack.  Choose things that you know will coordinate with other items.  Organize outfits, making sure if you change your mind on what you want to wear on any certain day whatever you’ve taken with you will match whatever else you’ve got with you.  Again, don’t over pack.  I cannot say that enough.

Bring comfortable shoes.  Make sure they are also stylish.  If you will be doing a lot of walking, or if you will be on your feet a lot – comfort may be more important than style.  Just sayin’.

I cannot emphasize enough the importance of lists.  You should make one for before you leave, one for when you are on the trip, and one for when you (sadly) get back home.

While you are away, try small restaurants.  Listen to the locals.  The exception to this is if you are in a place where a certain location has a special meaning.  Many years ago I tremendously enjoyed an Olive Garden location in Orlando.  If I am ever in that part of the city again, I would love to go there.

Remain flexible.  Don’t let a pre-conceived idea of what you think you want to do influence your in-the-moment opportunities.

You need to plan a lot of vacations, no doubt.  But do it within reason – meaning, don’t over plan.

Give your information to someone at home.  Include flights, hotel, etc.  It is better to give them more details rather than less.

This is especially important if you are traveling internationally – make sure you are up-to-date with your phone plan.  The last thing you’ll want is to come home to a bill that has charges you never thought you’d get.

Split items if you are traveling with a partner – half in your luggage, half in theirs.  This way, if luggage is lost or delayed – you’ll at least have some items.

It is a good idea to make a small travel first aid kit.  You should include everything in it if you may not feel well.  It can be put into your essential travel pouch.

If you are traveling internationally, stop in to a fast food restaurant.  See the differences between there and home.  I so much regret not doing this when we went to Dublin.

Bring a small flashlight, or make sure your phone has one enabled.  Hotel rooms are not familiar to us, and at night – they can be dark.

Take a picture of your luggage.  If it is lost during a flight, you’ll have evidence and proof of what it looks like.

Lastly, if you’re flying – double check the pouch in front of you.  I guess I didn’t on our flight to Dublin, and because of that I lost several CDs.  Still makes me sad to this day.

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These are my tips.  I hope they help you.  I also hope sooner rather than later we will all be able to be traveling all over again.  Happy trails to you…to all of us!

 

 

 

 

To those we’ve lost…Rest in Peace

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So much lately has been focused on loss.  The people we’ve lost from this virus, and the people we could potentially lose from it.  Yesterday was the fourth anniversary of Prince’s death, and last week we lost Steve Cash, the brilliant mind behind Sylvester of the Talking Kitty Cat series.  It got me thinking of all the others we’ve lost.  It goes beyond saying that the ones we love and miss the most are people we knew personally.  Yet, it does hurt to lose those we didn’t know, just that we knew of.

Steve Cash was one in a million.  I have been watching his You Tube series for a while now, even though he had been doing it for much longer.  He chronicled life with his pets – Sylvester, his nasty black cat, Shelby, his black Lab, and others – Gibson, who sadly passed away, Random Kitty (who had babies with Gibson) and various kittens.  Each had their own personality, and Sylvester – what a character!  He cursed, was rude and even held a job (and tried to steal money from his employer by changing computer records).  Each and every episode had me laughing from start to finish.  Steve had battled mental illness and bipolar disease for quite some time, and last week apparently it got too much for him.  He took his own life, and when he did, he took smiles away from us, and parts of our hearts as well.  I can only hope he got the peace he was looking for.  Fly high, Steve – you’re with Gibson now.

The celebrity death that affected me the most was wrestler Eddie Guerrero.  Being the devoted fan that I am, when we heard this had happened – we were devastated.  Eddie had conquered so much – he was clean and sober, yet years of abuse to his body finally caught up with him.  His heart gave out.  So young, so talented – so sad that he is gone.  The WWE did amazing tributes to him, ones that showcased what a good performer and great man he really was.  I still can’t watch the video they made to honor him without tears running down my face.

Without a doubt, the biggest celebrity death in my “age group” or whatever you’d call it would have to be Michael Jackson.  I will never forget the day we found out – when he was in cardiac arrest.  My sister was with my kids and I, and she said while watching the news that it sounded like he was already dead.  No lie, within a minute or two of her saying that, they announced that he had passed away.  So very sad.  He had demons of his own, whether you believe he was a good person or a bad one.  He was immensely talented, and being gone so young is just a tragedy.

Whitney Houston was a big star, beautiful and talented.  She was born the same year as me.  It was very sad hearing she had died.  It was tragic, but in a way – she brought it on herself.  I realize drug addiction to a point is out of the person’s control.  And the fact that she left loved ones who missed her, in addition to millions of fans – it is heartbreaking.  She died in February of 2012, and her death was covered on television for well over a week.  YET – Robin Gibb of the Bee Gees and Donna Summer both died the same year, in May.  They were both AS influential on the music scene, but they both died of cancer.  Was it too boring, too normal?  I was a big fan of both, and I remember their deaths barely being covered.  Am I bitter?  Yes, I guess you can say I am.  Change my mind, but I don’t think you can.

The other big celebrity death, for me, for others?  I would have to say Elvis Presley.  Who would have thought he would pass away at so young of an age?  I remember the day we found out – I was on vacation with my family – my parents and my sister.  We were riding home from somewhere we had traveled to while away – and had the radio on.  Song after song, over and over – nothing  but Elvis tunes.  Finally the radio announcer said he had passed away.  We were all very surprised.  To this day, if I hear an artist’s songs in succession without a break, I’m brought back to the memories of the day Elvis died.

There are so many other influential celebrity deaths that go through my mind – JFK, Jr., Robin Williams, David Cassidy, Davy Jones, David Bowie, Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds, the list can go on and on.  What celebrity death affected you the most?

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R  E  S  T     I N     P E A C E,   S T E V E…

Again, I am randomly rambling…

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This is a post that does not match up with anything, for any reason.  We have all been home, self isolated or self quarantined.  If by requirement or by choice, home is where we stay.  And being home, thinking, wondering…what in the world are we doing?  What are we keeping ourselves occupied by?

By the orders of two of my doctors, I have been at home.  It has been a full three weeks now, plus a day or two.  I share with you right now the things I have done to keep me straight, on the road to where I ought to be.

I have organized our kitchen.  I went through the cabinets and made a mental list of all the things we have, and all the things we need (we are thankfully pretty well stocked).  While going through all of it, I have thought of meals that could be combined.  As I’m tired of the same old same old, kind of food rut, I have tried putting different combinations together.  Being home and having the internet immediately at my fingertips has given me instant ideas.  I just google the item (for example, kielbasa, canned peaches or ground sausage) and read through the recipes and suggestions.  I have come up with quite a few new meals, sides and desserts to try.

Clothes.  Those who know me know that I have a lot.  And I do mean a lot.  It really is time to downsize and get rid of things.  It is truly an overwhelming job because there is just so much!  What has been working for me recently (it is a work-in-progress) is to put things together in groups.  I am lucky enough to have one of our three bedrooms to use as a walk-in closet room.  There are clothing racks all around the perimeter of the room and two down the center.  As I have clothes in the attic from when I lived in Florida (and some from the last time I lived in PA) this seems never ending.  I have been putting all the short sleeves together, all the long sleeves, all the dresses, all the jeans, all the leggings.  And then I further group them together in colors.  When I was going through boxes randomly, I found it hard to remember what exactly I had (and if I needed to keep it or if I really should get rid of it).  It is now easy to see that I have a lot of black short sleeve shirts, for example.  And while I will never be a minimalist, I do realize that there is a limit that I really need to adhere to.  Doing it this way has really helped me.  Once I am done with clothing, I will do the same process with shoes and purses – yes, I have a lot of those, too.

Jeff and I have been painting.  We painted our kitchen and dining room so far.  It is amazing what a coat of paint can do.  This weekend we will work on the living room, and on all the little areas that we may have missed and need to touch up.  We have three mirrors in the living room that just shout 1980’s when you see them.  My plan for this weekend is also to paint the edges.  Right now they are gold, and by the time this weekend will be over, they will be black.  My desk is in the living room, and so are two file cabinets – which are black and silver.  I may even attempt to paint our coffee table, end table and TV stand.  They are all dark brown, which looks close enough – but they have nicks and scratches that I am sure a coat of black paint will help.  The well-worn yet comfortable couch and love seat will stay awhile – or at least until this crisis is over and we get out to shop and see if we find anything reasonable that we like.  And then the drama and hard work of getting the cats to stop scratching will begin.

I love to do crafts.  For Christmas this past year, I made all of the animals in our family treat jars, which were various sizes of glass jars painted in colors to match the kitchens of the pet parents (or even in team colors in one case).  I use spray paint, those little bottles of acrylic craft paint and, more recently, chalk paint.  Chalk paint is a great product.  It doesn’t require much preparation to the piece you’re working on.  And chalk paint is very forgiving.  A chalk paint project I am working on now is a small wooden chair, the size that would be suitable for a small child.  I took this chair which was a light oak color and painted it white.  Three coats of white chalk paint look really nice on it.  Wax goes on soon, and then it will be buffed.  The back of the chair has rungs or wooden slats.  Currently they are white, but once we find out a grandchild is on the way (or one arrives) I will paint those slats either pink or blue.  It is going to be a family child’s chair – one that will go to each grandchild as he or she is born.  It may not be anything fancy, but I am excited about making my own little hand-me-down to our future grandchildren.  The rungs will get changed before giving the chair to the next boy or girl we have.
While home, I am also taking advantage of taking it easy.  I wouldn’t be at home if the doctors didn’t think I needed to be.  In addition to going out only when necessary (and with gloves and a mask) I have been resting as much as possible.  I am using this time to relax as well.  I am watching a lot of my favorite daytime television programming, and while doing so I am laying on the couch.  If one of the cats decides they want to jump up and lay with me, I’ll cuddle with him or her.  And if we both fall asleep, that’s ok.  I’m not always going to have this opportunity to relax whenever I want, at will.  I’m enjoying being at home.  I am very happy being in my own little world with my little family.  Though every once in a while, the reality of why I am here squeaks back in.
I worry about my family and friends, and everyone else out there.  I hope we all stay healthy.  That goes without saying.  And I wonder when things will ever go back to what our new normal will be.  Everyone, please – do the right thing.  Stay home, stay isolated, and if you have to go out, follow the guidelines and recommendations.  No panic, just common sense.  We will get through this.

 

Heartbroken, yet happy?

 

 

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Tonight, I sit in my living room.  Happy to be healthy, happy to be home with my cats.  Yet, terribly sad…because I should be somewhere else tonight.  If only we were in different times.  You see, tonight is the night we were supposed to be attending Wrestlemania 36 in the amazing and wonderful city of Tampa, Florida.  And because of the current Corona Virus epidemic and Covid-19 Pandemic, we are all home.  Where we are happy, yet tonight it is not where we want to be.

I have been a die-hard and hardcore WWE fan for a very long time – over twenty-one years, to be exact.  And while I know exactly what wrestling is, and having been bereated and laughed at over the years, let me say this – I DO NOT CARE.  That night back in 1999 when I sat down with my children (spurred on by my oldest, who I am proud to say is STILL a fan) I never, ever thought that episode would shape my life and influence it like it has.  I have enjoyed so many events, laughed at and have been inspired by the amazing performances I have been lucky enough to watch – I have been truly blessed.

I have attended so many live events that I can barely keep count.  Yet, if I was challenged to – I am sure I could chronicle them all for the most part (give or take a few).  I have made friends and made memories that I never, ever thought I would be lucky enough to have.  I started attending the “Granddaddy of them All” which is WrestleMania in 2004.  And, with a one year exception of 2005, I have attended EVERY one since then.  I’m so very lucky to have achieved this streak.

My very best friend Christine and I have sat, stuck with large men next to us in Chicago.  We have waited on long taxi lines with rude policemen and ridden in taxi cabs where we questioned our safety and if we would arrive where we wanted to go.  We have laughed with friends we made from other countries.  There were times we commuted to and from matches in what could be considered monsoons, wearing plastic garbage bags as garments.  We have cheered things we never thought would happen and were thrilled when we watched what was anticipated.  We have gone to events when we paid next to nothing in commuting costs and other events where what we paid was north of $500.  We have been at events where we were treated rudely beyond belief, and we have been in areas where there were rodents greeting us from a distance in a grocery store.  We have met people we never, ever would have otherwise.  And we have memories that cannot be believed nor can they be equated in dimes and dollars.

And for this, I say thank you.  Thank you to World Wrestling Entertainment, for they are my heroes tonight.  This WrestleMania is different.  Would I want it to be any other way?  Hell yes, I would.  I want to be sitting in our seats, cheering, yelling, crying, laughing and being happy – like I have been for the past sixteen years.  Tonight, it is what it is.  Next year, which will be WrestleMania 37 – in Los Angeles, in California – get ready, the WWE Universe is coming!  Fifty one weeks from tonight – let the countdown begin!

Like a Boy Scout…

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…we have to be prepared, and we should be.  Prepared.  Not overly prepared and not under prepared.  Given the current uncertainty of the Covid-19 situation, it is wise and necessary to do what is right so we all get through this in the easiest way possible.

You should stock up on things that you and your family normally like to eat.  I believe (and feel most comfortable) in having adequate quantities of things that I deem necessary.  Since I have always have enough food (frozen, refrigerated and pantry) on hand anyway, during the very few grocery runs we’ve done I have bought minimal items.  For example, I took one jar of spaghetti sauce and a box of spaghetti.  When we went down the canned vegetable aisle, I took maybe three or four cans – peas and carrots, spinach, corn and some chili beans.  I bought two frozen portions of ground turkey – brought it home, fried it and froze in three portion sizes for meals.  Jeff works for Chewy.com, so we usually get the cats food from them.  Just the same, when we were in the store I took 4 or 5 cans of wet food and a bag of the dry food that they eat.  We walked through the paper goods aisle, and surprisingly they had toilet paper and paper towels.  We took one package of each.  The goal is to be prepared but to not hoard, leaving nothing for others.  It is time to be kind and to think of other people besides ourselves.

It might be a good idea to contact your doctor for any prescription medications that you take.  The recommended supply to have on hand is thirty days, but it might be possible during these times to get your physician to write an exception limit to your medications.  And if your insurance company offers mail order, now is a really good time to begin using this service if you haven’t already been.

Speaking of your doctor, contact the office and see if they can (electronically) send you your health records.  This might not be possible if their office is running with a skeleton crew.  If nothing else, make a detailed list of all the medications you take on a regular basis.  Follow these guidelines and see if your Veterinarian can help you with records as well.  Natasha ended up with a very nasty case of worms on Thursday, and though the office was open, they were seeing emergency patients only.  They were good enough to prescribed her deworming medication over the phone (after me weighing myself holding her, then not holding her – to get an fairly adequate weight).  I was able to drive to the Vet’s office and pick up the medication through the drive-thru window I didn’t realize they had.

Go through all of your health care medicines – tylenol, etc. – and first aid supplies.  Again, I usually have an adequate supply of these things on hand.  It would be a good idea to get a decent thermometer – I was suffering from a fever towards the beginning of last week, and it truly is primitive to take your temperature with one of those old fashioned, mercury-filled thermometers.  It takes a lot of wrist action to wind it back down after use, and let me tell you – trying to read the numbers and tiny dashes is no easy feat.

I have always treated myself good in terms of having things I like to eat and drink around the house.  We enjoy coffee in the morning.  Since I’ve been plagued recently by kidney issues, I have had to eliminate tea for the most part.  I’ve been drinking water, but I like to make it flavored with Crystal Light type drink mix (I make it half strength).  I enjoy beer, so that is always here in the refrigerator.  And don’t forget your comfort foods and snacks – get chocolate, candy, ice cream and chips (in reasonable amounts).  Of course when I’m saying get these things, make sure you pick them up on your hopefully infrequent shopping trips.

Take care of your mind and yourself during this time.  Give yourself a break.  Do what you enjoy around the house.  Watch whatever you like on television.  Scroll all the silly things you enjoy on the internet.  Virtually you can stay connected with your loved ones.  Try to make the best of things.  Be informed – watch the news, but take a break from it every now and again.  These are the times to do what you normally might feel is wasteful, silly or non-productive.  I never need an excuse to snuggle with the cats.  If I sit down to watch television and one of them jumps up to sit with me, I eat that up and I indulge us both with cuddle time.

We are all going to get through this.  Hopefully it will end sooner rather than later.  If we are prepared, the cross we have to bear might be a bit lighter to carry.

Let them eat…Pasta!

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First off, let me say that me referring to “pasta” goes against everything I learned growing up.  It was called “noodles.”  We had tomato sauce and noodles (a family comfort food) and tuna fish and noodles (also a comfort food for us).  The only pasta that wasn’t referred to as noodles was spaghetti – spaghetti and meatballs (my Mom was not Italian, but I did LOVE when she made hers).  Fast forward to when I was raising my boys, and they called it pasta – either from school, or from their friends’ houses.  Who knows.  Either way, I have always loved pasta – in every form.  I don’t care what shape it is, or what sauce goes on top – it has always been one of my top favorite things to eat.  And, because of this – I always keep a wide variety of shapes, etc. in the house to make meals from.  Considering the current crisis we are in, I decided to think about (and write about) different easy kind of meals, based on pasta.  Or noodles.

You can make a Pasta All’Amatricana – which, before I looked it up, never really had an exact name in my mind. This dish is about six strips of bacon, some crushed red pepper (how much depends on how hot you like things), some chopped onions and two cans (medium sized) of peeled/chopped tomatoes (with or without basil or garlic – your choice).  Cook your bacon, then saute the onions.  As these finish cooking, add your tomatoes – at this point it will start to thicken, and if you want – you can sprinkle grated cheese on top.  Combine and mix with either a 12 or 16 ounce box of pasta, previously cooked (spaghetti or something similar is recommended) and serve.

A very easy and basic dish is Spaghetti with Garlic and Oil.  Boil a box of spaghetti (whatever kind you like, regular or thin).  Once this cools, add a bit of olive oil, a bit of minced garlic, some black pepper, dried or fresh parsley – maybe even some grated cheese.  This is always referred to as a side dish, but to me – it is a meal in itself.

If you want a MEAL meal, try Spaghetti (or “pasta”) with Eggplant.  Take a large eggplant, and cut it up – you can do slices, you can do chunks – it is up to you.  Taking your cut eggplant, drizzle with oil and spices – garlic, onion, parsley, Italian seasoning.  Bake in your oven, 350 degrees for about an hour, give or take.  I usually pour a bit of sauce over the top – either homemade if I have it handy, or jarred sauce – as it is cooking.  With this meal, I would probably serve ziti or rotini – it is so good, it is so filling.  And it is usually well received.

Spaghetti with Lemon Butter, Spaghetti with Lemon Butter and Tuna, Spaghetti with Lemon Butter and Peas – sounds good?  I thought so too.  Boil your spaghetti – again, whatever kind you like – regular, thin, angel hair – or even fettucine.  As your noodles (haha, yes I know – pasta) are getting done – make your sauce – use 4 tablespoons of butter (or margarine, if that is what you like), and add the other ingredients – some lemon zest, some canned tuna (part of, or a whole can) or peas (whatever kind you like to use), maybe even some grated cheese – toss, and toss good.  Here is your meal, and it will be SO delicious…

Elbow Macaroni with Sausage, Broccoli and Mozzarella – sounds easy, and it is.  Cook your pasta, and get your other ingredients ready – cook/brown the sausage, cook/boil/steam your broccoli and cut your mozzarella (if you don’t have already shredded).  Once the pasta is done, dump the other ingredients on top, and toss, toss, toss.  Always feel free to add whatever spices might sound good to you.  This will be a meal that you will love – I promise you that!

It is pretty easy to make a Lasagna – any kind.  You can use only meat, mostly meat, mostly veggies or only veggies.  Totally up to you.  The basics of lasagna is layering – sauce, noodles, filling (and here is what  you want to add) and then sauce, noodles, filling.  I usually do three layers.  I am a firm believer of mozzarella cheese and sauce being the be all and end all.  Once your layers are done, cover.  Bake for about 40 minutes.  Take out of oven, cover with shredded cheese and put back in the oven for 20 more minutes.  You will soon have dinner perfection!

I have made sauces, which are simple enough and once poured over “a” pasta, you will have a meal to enjoy.  Heat your sauce – either homemade or jarred – and add a large dollop of grated cheese – simple, easy but oh so good.  Do the same thing with the sauce and cheese, but add a small can of sliced mushrooms (drain the liquid it comes with).  Add some previously grilled frozen pepper mix, with grated cheese.  Take some of your frozen, pre-cooked ground meat – spaghetti and meat sauce.  The best ideas come from all of our imaginations.

I love pasta (noodles), and as many ideas as I have to enjoy it – I want more!  What can you recommend?  Help a pasta addict, please!