Thursday Thoughts

Notre Dame
Bill and I have been blessed to visit Notre Dame cathedral in Paris twice. Both times we stood in line so that we could enter the unbelievably beautiful church. I’m sure that I complained about the long line in which I waited to enter the Paris cathedral. Notre Dame, of course, was named to honor the Blessed Mother, who must have wept, as did all of us, as the church burned. I texted my daughter-in-law who grew up in Paris, and expressed our sadness. She concurred, of course, but expressed hope and joy that the president of France plans to rebuild and that rich donors are stepping up to the plate. I’m just happy that no one was physically hurt. I’m also so happy that I was able to see the church on a couple of occasions.

Fast Food
Yesterday, both Bill and I had a hankering for fried chicken. I, however, didn’t have a hankering to fry it myself. So I made a quick run to the nearby Popeye’s to pick up a couple of small meals. When I say small meals, I am certainly not talking about the size of the cups. Do you want a medium or a large drink?, the young cashier asked me. That’s a new phenomenon that I simply don’t understand. Medium or large. Whatever happened to small? Can they just, in good conscience, not call the drink I purchased small as it must hold a full 16 oz. of beverage? Then I took a gander at the ingredients in the package that they call honey sauce: honey, corn syrup, high fructose corn syrup, sugar, natural flavor, fructose, caramel color. Couldn’t they find any other sources of sugar?

Bunnies and Such
The past few years, Bill and I have celebrated fairly quiet Easters. Two years ago, I think it was just Bec and Bill and me. Last year, Erik and his family, and Sami and Brooke joined us. I assumed we would have a small gathering again this year, but it has blossomed, my friends. There will be a minimum of 21 happy faces, all saved by the resurrection of Our Lord! Oh, and I think a visit from the Easter bunny might happen.

Last night, Bill and I joined Bec for a night at the Desert Botanical Gardens. We walked around for a bit when it was light…..

….and then ate dinner at Gertrudes’s Restaurant. After dinner we walked around for the main event:  Electric Desert. The exhibit was a combination of lights and music, all centered around the desert plants and cacti that live in the garden. It was absolutely spectacular, as you can see….


Thursday Thoughts

What Would Wilma Do?
One time, not too long ago, a friend of mine posted something on Facebook that made me laugh and nod. It said I went to Target and only bought the one thing that was on my list, said no one, ever. And isn’t that the truth? Any time I go into Target, I come out with a multitude of things that I wasn’t aware I couldn’t live without prior to going in. My most recent example? I went to Target to buy a potato peeler and came out with a 6 qt. crock pot. What the heck? Well, my old one was, um, dirty. Seriously, the old one had been purchased back in the mid-70s. It worked perfectly fine, but it was the wrong shape. I guess back in those days the only thing crock pots were used for was stews or soups. I wanted to fit my corned beef into the pot and I would have had to fold it over. Which, of course, would have worked, as it has worked for every St. Patrick’s Day since I purchased it in the late 70s. But now I have a shiny new one, and my old one is going to join its crowd of lookalikes at Goodwill.

M is for the Million Things She Gave Me
The other day, Bill was working on the blasted acacia tree in the front yard. You know, the tree with which he is in a constant battle? If it isn’t pods, it’s beebleberries. If it isn’t beebleberries, the pods are back. Anyway, he was trimming the tree (no easy task because in addition to pods and beebleberries, it has thorns). He told me later that he was about to cut back a branch when he noticed some eyes peering at him. There was a mother mockingbird sitting on a nest on that very branch. She didn’t say a word to him, but she didn’t move either. She was going to go down with her baby, no matter the consequences. She’s a mother, after all. I took a photo, but you have to really search to see the bird. Find the nest and then imagine the bird. She’s there, I promise. My photography also didn’t alarm her…..

bird in tree

Midget Model
You all might remember that I have a shop on Etsy in which I sell handmade items. If you don’t remember, it is Nanas Whimsies Shop. Check it out! Anyway, I recently have been making sun hats for toddlers. I asked my niece Kacy if her youngest daughter Kelsie would model one for my shop. Now if this doesn’t sell a hat or two, then I don’t know what the world is coming to….

kelsie hat (2)


A Little Something Different
The restaurant at which Bec and Bill and I dined Tuesday night at the Desert Botanical Garden (Gertrude’s) has kind of a unique spin on their food and beverages. Locally-made tequilas. Locally-grown produce and nuts. Interesting flavor combinations using spicy peppers. So I was excited to try their Cactus Cosmo, which used prickly-pear-infused vodka. Not only was it lovely, but it had a unique and absolutely delicious flavor. Well done Gertrude. Or whomever….

cosmo with prickly pear

Our granddaughter Kaiya is studying the desert in her second grade class right now. In a text I got from her yesterday morning she said, “Nana, I learned that in Arizona they have stick trees. Have you ever seen one?” Of course, I need more information than that, but I suspect she is referring to the ocotillo tree. It is one of my favorite Arizona plants. When dormant, they look absolutely DEAD. And then in the spring, they start sprouting little green leaves. Their big hurrah is right about now when they sprout beautiful orange blossoms. I would love to have an ocotillo tree, but our co-owner (my sister Jen), who doesn’t put her foot down about much, has put her food down about planting an ocotillo tree. “They look like something from out of space.” What do you think?….

ocotillo flower