Thursday Thoughts

Premature Reporting?
Bec told me yesterday that when my blog post showed up on her email and she saw her picture, she was afraid I had written an obituary for her, just in case, and accidentally posted it. I assured her that I no obit prepared as I was fully confident in the skills of the surgeon and her own stubbornness regarding her surgery on Monday morning. “The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated,” said Bec and Mark Twain.

Cookie Monster
I have two – count ‘em – two granddaughters who are Girl Scouts. Being the good grandparent that I am, I ordered five boxes of cookies from each. I swore this year I wouldn’t do it, and yet…..

The cookies are particularly onerous because my favorite cookie-eater Bill has given up sweets for Lent. So they sit on top of my desk, tempting me.  My plan is to divvy them out to myself until the weekend, and take any unopened boxes to our church food collection basket. Or maybe since she will be unable to protect herself, I will take a box or two to Bec.

I’m a Bit Chilly
I mentioned that we the owners of this home in Mesa, AZ, had to install a new air conditioner. For reasons I can’t quite explain, it also necessitated the need for a new furnace. It had something to do with, I don’t know, something. Anyway, for the first time since we arrived in AZ in January, I actually turned on the heat yesterday morning. While I promise I’m not complaining (Jen bitterly sent me a screen shot of the Weather Channel’s temperature indicating 1 degree yesterday morning in Fort Collins, Colorado), I still made a pot of chili this week. The highs will only be in the 50s. Bill and I have tickets for the home Spring Training baseball game between the Rockies and the Diamondbacks, and it might be a bit cool. I might even have to wear a sweatshirt over my Rockies shirt.

Pentagon Papers
Bill and I went to the movies yesterday and saw The Post. Never mind that Tom Hanks and Meryl Streep are such incredible actors. The story was fascinating. I was in high school when all of the Pentagon Papers stuff was going on, so I’m afraid I didn’t remember much about it. I will confess, however, that towards the end of the movie, when Katherine Graham/Meryl Streep makes the decision to publish the story and told her naysayers, “This is not my father’s paper; it is not my husband’s paper; this is MY paper now and I will make the decision based on what I think,” I literally let out a tiny little cheer. Very quiet. And I might have pumped my fist in the air. Just a little bit.

Angry Campers
The theater was filled with people about our age. We thought it would be empty because we were at a 4 o’clock showing and we thought people would be heading to their early dinner and the movie has been out for a while, but there was not a seat to be had. At one point, there was literally a yelling match between two men who were not even sitting in the same row. From what I could tell, one man didn’t have his phone turned off and kept getting either calls or texts. The other man yelled at him to turn off his phone. Yelled. A few moments later, he yelled at him again. The man with the offending phone yelled back, “I’m trying to figure out how to turn off my phone.” And you wonder why they get impatient with winter visitors.

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I’m Alive
I’m finally feeling somewhat like I’m back in the land of the living. It was nothing more than a cold, but this one kicked my butt like I was a skinny kid wearing high-water pants on a playground. I’m 95 percent myself, but I coughed with such force that I hurt my back, and that’s what’s been giving me the most grief the past few days. I’m going to do you all a favor and not post the photo of me sick again. That never needs to come out of archives.

Four Eyes
Yesterday I got a text message from my granddaughter Kaiya shortly after she got home from school. Guess what? she asked me. I’m getting glasses!!!!!!! She was very excited, and so I was excited for her. I asked her what kind of glasses she got. Here are her exact words: They are black, and on the top of the frame, it has like neon green and purple and stuff. It made me happy that she seems delighted to be getting glasses, because I recall just how much I hated hearing that news when I was in third grade and cat-eyed glasses were the thing. I guess even at 8 years old, I knew cat-eyed glasses were ugly. Kaiya is the third of my nine grandkids to get glasses.

Dagny was first…..

Then it was Micah’s turn…..

Kaiya is next…..

After she finishes her flexibility exercises. They all look so cute.

Another Cookie?
And speaking of granddaughters, Kaiya and Mylee are both Girl Scouts. What does that mean for this nana? Boxes of Girl Scout cookies to stick in my freezer. Or eat. Bill is partial to the Samoas; I, myself, think the Savannah Smiles are addicting. And then, of course, there are Thin Mints, frozen and delicious. I stepped out of the grocery store last weekend and was greeted by smiling Girl Scout faces. No can do, I told them. I have two granddaughters who will smell disloyalty.

Laissez Le Bon Temps Rouler
Lent is coming quickly, so I’d better get all of my decadence out of my system in the next few days. Bec will help, as she is having her annual Mardi Gras party on Sunday. I’m bringing the red beans and rice. We always have lots of fun, and there is always a lot of excitement about who stumbles upon the baby in the King Cake.

Ciao.

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Cookie Time
Every year about this time, I begin seeing signs of the start of Girl Scout Cookie season. Cute little girls hawking their wares in front of the grocery store. What does that mean for me? It means that given the fact that I have not one but two granddaughters who are Girl Scouts, very soon my freezer will be full of cookies. See last year…..

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Kaiya’s sales pitch is very fancy, with her own cookie store web site (click here for cookies). I, of course, ordered four boxes of cookies from her web site. And then I emailed Jll and asked her if Maggie Faith had a Girl Scout cookie web site. “Nope,” Jll admitted, “but you can buy cookies by telling me and we will make sure you get them!” Old school, but effective. So very soon my freezer will look exactly like the photo from last year. I like many of the cookies, but I will tell you that the Savannah Smiles are totally addicting. Bet you can’t eat just one. Or at least I can’t.

Pink Nightmare
This past weekend I did some baking for my sister’s birthday. I realized it was the first time I’d baked since we arrived in AZ. I knew this because I had to drag my beloved Kitchen Aid mixer out of the garage. And, as usual, I had a start when I unwrapped it and saw the bright Pepto Bismol pink mixer. It works fine, and since I bought it off of Craig’s List, I didn’t have much choice about color. But the pink is quite pink. Paraphrasing Ralphie’s dad in A Christmas Story: “It looks like a pink nightmare.” The photo doesn’t do its pinkness justice….

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Lemon Tree Very Pretty and the Lemon Flower is Sweet
January and February are the beginning of citrus season here in the Valley of the Sun. So at church last Sunday, a number of people had dropped off bags of lemons – the citrus fruit currently being harvested. The church allows them to bring the fruit and invites other parishioners to take them home.  And I did so happily. So this week we’ve had lemon shrimp, many Caesar salads, and Barefoot Contessa’s lemon chicken. I love lemons, and these are so juicy and delicious. I will get more next Sunday if I can, because, well, I can…..

lemons

Tiiiiiiiiimberrrrrrr
My niece Maggie and I were at lunch yesterday, and as usual, Lilly joined us with her bag of McDonald’s Happy Meal. She was very proud of her little make-up compact that was the giveaway that day. And she kept herself quite content playing with it. Maggie and I were enjoying our bowls of soup, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lilly lean back and put her legs on the table. I promise you, she didn’t know what was going to happen, but the next thing we all knew, the entire table tipped over, causing a loud crash as bowls and condiments hit the floor. Just like in the movies, the restaurant went completely quiet. As for Lilly, she was sitting back staring down at the floor with big, sad eyes. In true Gloor fashion, Maggie and I both had grabbed our bowls, thereby preventing them from falling to the ground. Save the food first. At the same time, one or both of us prevented the table from falling completely to the ground. At the end of the day, only a couple of little glass condiment holders broke, though there was a heck of a lot of water and spilled soup on the ground and many, many chopsticks. The server (who I believe is the owner) couldn’t have been nicer, and needless to say, he got a generous tip. Maggie’s pretty darn sure he won’t be eagerly awaiting our return.  And, by the way, Lilly told him, “Sowwy.”

 

Lilly, NOT knocking over a table of pho.

Lilly, NOT knocking over a table of pho.

Ciao!

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They Like Me; They Really Like Me
I complain a fair amount about social media. It’s true I am wholly uninterested in reading about anybody’s political beliefs, no matter their party. I’ve gotten friend requests from people I’ve never heard of, but I simply ignore them, so no harm, no foul. Sorry if it’s from someone I should know, but I’m 62 years old and while I can remember my best friend’s phone number from nearly 50 years ago, I can’t remember the name of the people I met yesterday. But here’s something I DO like about social media. In the past few months, I have connected up via Facebook with some old friends from high school. They don’t post much, nor do I (except for my daily blog post), but I hear from some of them once in a while either on Facebook or my blog, and I simply LOVE that. After my post yesterday, one of those long-lost friends posted a comment in which he provided a tip that he thought might help me with my health issues. It seriously made me tear up. How nice to have friends from that long ago who care enough to take time to comment on my silly blog. Thanks to all of you who are paying attention to me still after all these years!

Hungry
After no food the day before and a process through which I cleared my digestive system fully in preparation for yesterday’s procedure, I woke up yesterday morning feeling tired and cranky. Even Bill noticed the difference. He’s used to the cranky part, but I’m generally well-rested. I told him I wasn’t quite sure what to expect following the appointment. But the good news is once the procedure was completed, I was given the go ahead to eat anything I wanted. We drove quickly to our favorite little breakfast spot – a family-owned café called The Little Kitchen — and got in under the gun for breakfast. Because I was breaking the fast. Get it?  I’m not sure when I’ve had a meal that tasted so good to me. I was unable to take anything by mouth yesterday morning prior to the procedure (which meant no food, no water, and NO COFFEE!). After breakfast, and three cups of coffee, I was a new woman. Well, not new, really, but the old woman that Bill is used to. Here’s proof that I enjoyed the breakfast….

Breakfast after fast 2.16

Would You Like to Buy Some Girl Scout Cookies?
That is how I’m greeted coming out of nearly every store I visit these days. The girls are always so adorable, but I am forced to explain to them that I have two granddaughters who are Girl Scouts, and if I bought my cookies from someone other than them, there would be hell to pay. As it is, I purchased five boxes of Girl Scout cookies from Kaiya and five boxes of Girl Scout cookies from Maggie Faith. Both girls either Face Timed me or telephoned me and gave me their pitch. Thanks to both mommies who took the time to send them to me. Now I am faced with the problem of having given up sweets for Lent. But never fear, they are being safely stored in the freezer until Easter Sunday when the Lord will rise and I can eat Girl Scout cookies. Well, except for the Thin Mints, which Bill has slowly and secretly devoured. No problem, because they are my least favorite. But has anyone tried the new Savanna Smiles? They are like crack, I’m telling you. I had a couple before Ash Wednesday, and they are irresistible. The good news? Bill wouldn’t touch a lemon cookie with a 10-foot pole, so they are all mine, mine, mine. After Easter, that is. A peek at my freezer….

Girl Scout cookies

Speaking of Easter…..
I made a darling crocheted Easter basket that I am selling in my Etsy shop for a mere $15. Here are a couple of photos….

Bunny easter basket

austin easter basket (2)

Remember to stop by my shop when you have a chance. It’s called Nanas Whimsies Shop (no apostrophe, which offends my writer’s sensibility, but I’m not King of Etsy), and here’s the link.

Ciao!