Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy Disco-Thanksgiving!

My husband loves disco music.  When he cleans fish in the driveway, he cranks up his boombox, and the whole neighborhood hears the disco music (I might be exaggerating).  I usually tell him to turn it down so that the neighbors won't complain (they haven't yet).

This is how my Thanksgiving started this morning.  I wake to the disco beat: boom, boom, boom, boom!  Repeat, ad infinitum...   I think to myself, "He's cleaning fish.  He loves disco music.  The whole neighborhood can hear it."

A few moments later, he walks into the bedroom, and the first thing I say to him is,
"Disco music is an awful way to wake up."  I don't remember what he said, but I think he says, "Sorry."  The music volume decreases.  Oh, thank you!

This music is partly my fault.  Many years ago, I bought him cassettes of disco music since he likes it so much.  I forgot to take into consideration that I would also be hearing this same music every time he cleaned fish.  No, I didn't even think about that.  I do like some of the songs, but others just make me crazy.  I cannot listen to "You Can Ring My Bell-l-l-l-l," without reaching for the "stop" button.  Oh no - now I have that song running through my head.  Quick, what's another disco song?  Oh, much better, the BeeGees singing the sound track from Saturday Night Fever.  

One Christmas, I bought him a Benny Grunch and the Bunch CD - The 12 Yats of Christmas.  The first time listening to it is a novelty, and it's funny.  The second time, it's still funny.  The third time, it's not as funny as the first two times.  The fourth time, I'm starting to get a little tired of it.  The fifth time,  yep, that's me reaching for the "stop" button again.  The disco music is starting to be preferable, but never that "ring my bell" song.

I'm the same way when it comes to listening to music that I really like.  I listen to it over and over and over.  I especially like Dionne Warwick's "I Say a Little Prayer," and I played it so much, that my neighbors later told me that they now hated the song.  I am so sorry.  I still like that song today, but I don't know where it crosses the line from loving it to hating it if I hear it just once more.

All this to say, "Happy Thanksgiving!"  Hope you wake up to the sounds you like.



Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Lizard in the House!

Whenever my cats fixate on something, I know there's a bug or lizard in the house.  This morning, Zoe would not stop meowing, and she was fixated on the kitchen wall clock.

I walked over to see what was there, and sure enough, there was a green lizard on the wall right above the kitchen clock.  I did not scream (yet).  I opened the patio door in hopes that the lizard could be herded outside, but I didn't go close to do the herding because I could already see the lizard jumping on me and hear myself screaming for bloody murder.

Then I looked again because Zoe was on the floor looking around, and I could NOT see the lizard.  Oy vey, the lizard is still in the house, but I don't know where.  I feel a scream coming on.  Can you just see the lizard jumping on you?

Long ago, when I lived in an apartment, I was on the phone and noticed a lizard on my counter.  I got off the phone and ran outside, grabbing the first person I saw, a strange man I had never seen, and I demanded that he get the lizard out of my house.  He did, but not before he shoved the lizard in my face, just like a little boy would.  He got the desired scream, and I never saw him again.  I have no idea who that person was.

I am hoping the lizard somehow gets outside and I don't find his dry, shriveled body weeks later.  I am also hoping he doesn't jump on me!

Monday, November 14, 2011

How can you not love the library?

I love going to the library.  Many new worlds await you, and you never know what you're going to find.  And the best thing of all - it's free!!!!

Since I've retired, my librarians tease me more than usual.  They love me, and I tell them I'm their favorite patron.  When they see me coming, they say, "Oh, here comes that retired person."  I try not to be obnoxious about how wonderful retirement is, but it doesn't help that I break into my happy dance.

Whenever I return library books, I have to tell the librarian whether or not this book was good, or how riveting that book was.  I ask for reading suggestions, and I am serious about my reading.  I always have to have a book to read before I go to sleep.  I read my Bible and then commence reading the library book.

I get books on tape or on CD or these new devices called Playaways.  I listen to books while I'm washing dishes, folding clothes, cooking, gardening, driving - any way I can.
Yes, I'm still Type A, even though I'm retired.  I doubt that will change.  I have to be doing at least two things at once.  (I'm exaggerating, but you get the idea.)

Today I went looking for a book of dog jokes.  Never found it, but I got all kinds of other books.  Books about traveling to dangerous place, Fodor's How to Pack, Gutsy Women Travel Tips, and a book that is so enlightening titled:  i am neurotic (and so are you).  It's by Lianna Kong.  Everyone has neuroses - quirks for daily living.  Some of us are more obvious about our neuroses.  I have never denied that I am neurotic.  Examples:  I hate peach skin - can't stand to eat a peach with its skin.  Just hate the feel of it.  I never seem to remember if I've locked my car, so I have to go back and click the remote lock again.  Hate touching doorknobs in a public restroom.   Cut all the tags out of my clothing.  These are just a few of my neurotic idiosyncrasies.  Reading this book made me feel so normal!!!  If you have even a touch of OCD, you will love this book and completely identify.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Skype!

I was on the phone with a friend who was explaining how to talk on Skype.  I googled Skype, went to the site, and installed it - yay! Now I can see the person I'm talking with.  How much fun is that?

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Paw Under the Door

My cats think it's such a treat to sneak into the room where I have my computer.  When I'm not in the room, I keep the door closed to keep the cats out of the computer room.  There are just so many attractive things the cats can play with and so much mischief they can get into while they're in that room.  After I've been on the computer, I do a visual sweep around the room to shoo the cats out, but my cats have ways of disappearing by blending in with things in the room:  chameleon cats.

I close the door, hoping I got all of them out of the room.  It may be hours later, but I will notice a paw sticking out from under the door.    They usually don't meow.  They just stick out that paw.  Sometimes another cat with start playing with that paw, and then finally I realize a cat is still in the room.

This happens over and over again.  I guess I should count myself lucky that none of them have had an "accident."  Usually the room is none the worse for the incident.  They just take such delight in running into any room that is usually closed off to them.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Baby Possum at the Back Door

To understand this you have to know that I feed four feral cats that live in my backyard.  (People occasionally ask me what feral means.  I tell them that feral means wild.)  We've caught them in a have-a-heart trap and gotten them neutered so that we don't have thousands of cats in the neighborhood.  The cats also got tested and vaccinated.

The cats are named:  Linus, Sally, James Bond, Jr., and Moneypenny.  Occasionally, a James Bond, Jr. look-a-like with a collar shows up and samples the food.  (I call him Q.)  After the cats finish eating, the next shift of animals shows up, and we get to watch the raccoon and possum show.  It is still a shock to look out the window expecting to see a cat and see a raccoon or a possum instead.

Tonight, a baby possum showed up.  Most of my friends think possums are ugly, but I like them.  We had a baby possum for a while when we were kids.  We also had a baby raccoon just for a short time.

Well, the baby possum got up on the table where the cat food was, but Moneypenny and James Bond, Jr. were still on the table, too.  What a sight!  The cats just looked at the baby possum while he (or she - I don't know) ate kibble food.

I have threatened to bring home a baby goat for my husband's birthday.  On one of his birthdays, I printed out pictures of miniature donkeys (they really do have mini donkeys), and told him that was going to be his present.  You should have seen the look on his face.  (He frequently tells me, "no more animals.")  I didn't give him the mini donkeys, but I would love to have one, along with a miniature horse and goat.  Every time we see cute animals on TV, he says, "I know.  You want one for Christmas."  It's true.

One of my favorite stories is about when my brother and his wife were talking about what to get me for Christmas.  My niece said, "I know.  Let's get Aunt Debbie a puppy!"  I thought that was great.  She's a girl after my own heart.  I think animals are one of the eight wonders of the world.

Gumbo Lessons

Since I've been retired, I have been cooking.  My husband has cooked for most of our married life, and now that I'm home, I have been getting creative in the kitchen.  It's not a good time for me to try to lose weight.

I have never cooked gumbo in my entire life.  Wayne cooks it frequently, especially when the weather starts turning cooler.  I told him that I wanted him to teach me to cook gumbo, and today was the day.  Well, he started to cook, and I told him I was going to go shopping.  I kissed him goodbye, and he said, "You little punking-out-on-gumbo-cooking-lessons thing."  I said, "I know, but I want to go shopping while the football game is on, and it's not too crowded."  I told him I would learn to cook gumbo the next time.

When I came back from shopping, he had just finished cooking.  Perfect timing!  The gumbo was good.  My husband is a great cook.

I really do plan on learning how to cook gumbo.  But tomorrow, I am going to cook chia muffins and granola - I downloaded those recipes from Dr. Oz and The Chew.  And one of these days, I want to cook Boeuf Bourguignon.  (I had to get Julia Child's Mastering The Art Of French Cooking out of my library just to be able to spell that.)  Ever since I saw that movie with Meryl Streep playing the part of Julia Child, and Amy Adams blogging about cooking all of Julia Child's recipes in one year, I have wanted to make Boeuf Bourguignon.

Sometimes when I read recipes, if they are too complicated, I don't even attempt them.  Other times, I follow all the instructions, and even if the food tastes fabulous, I think to myself, "Well, it was good, but it was way too much work."

I imagine that when I finally make Boeuf Bourguignon, it will only be once.  If I really like it, I'll order it in a restaurant.