Sunday, February 21, 2021

we were warned

 What I learned from the winter storm that hit Dallas, February 2021.



I just thought 32* was cold.

Wearing the same socks for four straight days isn't so bad.

Proof that one can never have too much pasta in the pantry.

You don't have to be sweet sixteen to wash your hair in the kitchen sink.

I just thought 24* was cold.

Sloppy Joe's aren't just for kids.

It's okay to forgo morning coffee and go straight to champagne.

Neighbors matter.

I just thought 17* was cold.

Four beaten eggs in a 13 inch pan make a nice omelet for two.
I am too old to go down a snowy hill on a cookie sheet.

It's okay to let someone totally pamper me.

I just thought 9* was cold.
Watch backyard birds for the most accurate weather report.

L'oven run a close second to Bay's English muffins.
Never, ever, ever take water for granted.
I just thought 1* was cold.
It is always five o'clock somewhere.






Monday, February 15, 2021

meet you at 11:00


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm game if you are..... 

Two double cappuccinos or a pot of French?

 

 

Sunday, February 14, 2021

cold hands, warm heart

There's a winter storm arriving this Valentine's Day. I'm here and she's there and it feels so wrong.

That said, everyone who knows me knows I don't view this, one of my favored American celebrations, as exclusive to romance. No!

Most every Valentine's Day finds me driving around Dallas delivering Bistro goodies to family and friends. Love is love is love. I was hoping the forecast would change last minute as it has a reputation for doing so here, but predictions for this storm are certain, and bordering on scary. No choice but to bundle up inside and keep myself good and cheerful company for the coming week.

Second cup of coffee and I'm savoring the scenes that cold and snow present: the nine sparrows in the crape myrtle tree greeting me this morning as I brushed my teeth, their feathers boasting chests to double their size, and the puffs from the heated house across the street, escaping from the roof vent into the frigid air, swirling like a strange smoky dance. Gotta find some good in this and the beauty is undeniable.

It's 17 degrees and dropping. W, just two miles away though it's a world away on black ice, sends me a valentine.

It is true; absence does make the heart grow fonder, even when you think it's impossible.

Wishing you all a warm Valentine's Day. Go spread some love if you can.


Thursday, February 11, 2021

still wooing me

I had adapted, to the extent that I could, to the physical demands of running a house alone. I improvised often, I relied on my tallest friends to change my light bulbs, I paid people to do small (tho huge to me) tasks. And I ignored much.

Ignoring was the hard part because I had to sacrifice aesthetics for function just because I wasn't physically able to something, or I knew better than to try. Then... along came W and changed my life.

She flirted. I freaked. Then I didn't. So I flirted, and here we are three years later...

Is there anything she can't do, I exclaim more than ask. New toilet installed? Why not two? Want that heavy piece of furniture moved left just an inch? No problem, Sweets.

Several bird feeders have been repaired, locks changed, a patio heater rigged to work, gas grill assembled, lawn mower repaired, outside cameras for bird-watching were installed (seeing inside potential nests), potting soil loaded and unloaded, an adorable little bird fountain created, and she re-stuffed the loveseat cushions to perfection. The list is longgggggg.

Word has gotten out too, and she's the Honey of the cul de sac. W has moved a potted lemon tree, resolved several technical media issues, transferred wheelchairs, changed out electrical outlets, played Santa's elf, assembling a large gaming/desk chair in a matter of minutes on the sly.

We are all getting spoiled.

It was a few afternoons ago when that truth struck me. I had a failing freezer needing to be taken to the curb soon to make room for a new refrigerator being delivered. It is my nature to ponder such things for days: I could post a call for help on Nextdoor, I could buy the refrigerator from the place I bought the freezer so they would haul it off, or we could ask a close friend if he would come and help us.

I must surely drive W mad.

Next thing I know, we've borrowed a neighbor's appliance dolly and W has the large upright freezer tilted into position and down the inclined drive we go with W walking backwards, absorbing the weight of the freezer all the way to the curb. (What? Belts? We don't need no stinkin' belts!)

This girl, oh this girl of mine, she makes me nervous and makes me laugh, all at once. 

There are more projects for her in wait: knives to sharpen, ceiling fan painting, full house window washing, leveling a concrete bird bath, clearing and cleaning out an entire garage. 

There's never hesitation or a tiresome sigh. With any bare mention of something I'd like done, her dimple shows itself as she smiles the smile she can't hide, anticipating more to come of what brings her joy. Then, lastly, the flirt;  "Don't worry, I got you, Boo."

That she does.