Archive for March, 2015

I Get so Mad at Me

Posted in Out and About with tags , on March 29, 2015 by drycreekherbs

I have so much to write about and need to write about –so much that I’m surprised I’m not leakin’ sentences. What I have been leakin’ is SNOT.IMG_2428.JPG

So, I am out on the back patio with my hound, a lovely breeze, a Mama screech owl nesting, and a ton of tree pollen.DSC_5108.JPGI am taking a big chance sitting out here for the sake of spring serenity. Also I am drying my hair that is wound up on enormous Velcro rollers. The price I will pay will probably be another two weeks of sinusitis. About every three years, I get a killer episode that lasts at least two weeks. This year I knew at the very minute when I became sick. Just as I was driving onto IH 35 North from the toll road I felt it coming. With that, I have been drippy, croupy, sniffy, sneezy sick. I am done with this. Although with all of this, I have dropped about ten pounds. Happily, I am on the mend. I am full of Doxycycline and at night full of Codeine cough syrup. IMG_2434.JPG Brother Bill, always compassionate, texted me the Camille image.


A couple of weeks ago our Mah Jongg group, minus Jeton, went on a field trip to Wimberly for an overnighter. I facetiously referred to the outing as a tournament on Facebook — that causes a rash of responses. Pretty funny. We played two lengthy sessions of MJ, ate, shopped, talked, and laughed. I lot of chocolate and wine were in the mix. And a crown. Becky’s happily re-located…I(we) miss her. It was so much fun—and good to see Bob—I think I might like to move to Wimberly. Something to think about. The crown made all the difference to winning still another round! IMG_2410.jpg IMG_2418.jpg We take winning very seriously.

Yesterday Foy and I went to lunch at one of his favorite haunts…The Cappachino—there are several in Waco. He was waiting in the lobby of the Hewitt Senior Care Center—sporting a windbreaker and sunglasses-ready to roll and ready to boss. He allowed me to drive by the Stillwell Retirement Center—he is number one on the wait list. I was instructed not to slow down…he didn’t want ‘them’ to see him again so soon. He doesn’t want to seem to eager. Ha. I(we) had a few good laughs about getting him moved in. I suggested he call everyday to see how everyone was feeling…did anyone have a fever, etc. Needless to say, he was recognized by other diners at the restaurant…so he was required to table hop. I waited patiently. Of course, he didn’t introduce me as I was wearing jeans. While having lunch he gave me a run down on why women my age should not wear long hair, or wear shorts. I won’t wear shorts…he can rest easy. He also suggests I wear my hair parted in the middle. As in American Gothic. Anyway, he was in good spirits and is grateful for my little snack bags I bring him. He is happy with olives and cheese but wishes I would make him some more trail mix. I love Foy. Oh. He HAD to have ice cream since the restaurant had no pie but pecan and that he did not want anything to do with. So, I was instructed to only take the access road so we could stop for ice cream. I became heavy handed and said we would get some at Freddy’s next to his residence. Begrudgingly he agreed. We went in and there were 20+ softball players in line before us. I said, “Let’s forget it.” No. We got back in the car and went through the drive through for his double dip. He insisted we park so he could eat in the car. I will go back in a few weeks.

I am ready to break out of this ennui that I am stuck in. I need some happy excitement. Susan S and spousal unit are going to go with us to see Pink Martini in May. I hope I get to participate in the Conga Line. AND-Belinda and I are making our 2016 reservations to do a National Geographic Train tour of Norway. We are taking along our men on this trip. IMG_2457.JPG

I am reading too much…TV too. I read and reallllllllllly liked All the Light You Cannot See. I keep thinking about the characters. It helps that we lived in Germany during the early Occupation years. Leaving Berlin and Ordinary Grace were good too. Grisham’s Gray Mountain was ok. Just completed the US version season 1 House of Cards. The UK version seemed more sinister but I am hooked on this too. A fellow cinephile recommended a new BBC series-Wallander. Very good, filmed in Southern Sweden. I looooooooooves to watch and read in my Sleep Number bed. I crank the head and foot zones up to the top and chill. Len, aka the Prince and the Pea, requires the foot zone level….says he cannot sleep on his stomach bent backward. He hasn’t tried it, so how does he know? I will wait till he is soundly out and snoring then I will grab the remote and jack him up. That cracks me up thinking about it.

Read the Entire Book Before Recommending It

Posted in Out and About with tags , on March 11, 2015 by drycreekherbs

Again, sitting in the library until an internet server decides we are worthy. As it is now, we have been without internet service for almost a month. Luckily our dear Salado Library is quiet and easy enough to get connected. My second trip here today. Maybe we should just not use the Internet…just use old encyclopedias. .

A few years ago someone gave me the book, I Feel Bad About My Neck. I started reading and laughed like a loon. It was hilarious so I bought it for someone with a promise of hilarity. Well-immediately it wasn’t funny at all. This happens too often. So I am not recommending books or movies without some kind of caveat. Seders’ book, Explore Diabetes with Owls stops being funny right before the last ten essays. I couldn’t even get a grin out. Actually it was mean.

I had my annual physical today. My doctor drove an icepick through my ear. Doctors usually say something like, “This might be slightly uncomfortable.” before they pull a chicken out of your nostril…but this came with no warning. I could have fainted. All for a little wax. That is a lesson learned. Happily I am healthy enough albeit chubby. I had my pneumonia booster and hepatitis screening…so I will continue to say, I am currently well.

Last night our Salado Book Club met at Sara’s and discussed Claire of Sea Light. Good book about Haiti. Very good. Then we had major laughs. I will elaborate later…it requires that I take a bedtime selfie.

Time to go home and make Shepherd’s Pie. Tomorrow, Susan Lawson’s French Green Lintel Soup with Porchini Mushroom.

David Sedaris Saved Me

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on March 9, 2015 by drycreekherbs

I made my trek to San Antonio to see Mom on Thursday. Each time I go I am fraught with despair for her and guilt for me. It is no win all the way. Platitudes from well meaning friends go like this. “Be glad you still have your Mom.” I no longer have my Mom. She is so insulated in bodily disintegration that she’s gone except for her core. So, I go and feel wretched because I can’t muster much more than an emoji face that she sees right through. A lot of time I cry with her.

So, David Sedaris. Years ago Bill Lawson loaned me Me Talk Pretty One Day. I had never heard of David Sedaris. I had the best laugh of my life. Shortly thereafter I read a second book and images.jpg I barely grinned. So recently I listened to Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls on my way to Mom’s. The Prelude should instruct, “Danger. Do not listen to this audio book while driving. Do not listen to this audio book unless you are wearing Depends. Danger this audio book may cause multiple leaking orifices. “ It was heavenly. This man is called a socially insensitive satirist, who although a critic of conservatives, is still hilarious. I am almost afraid to recommend the book. I’ve been shunned because of books and movies I have endorsed. Once Jackie and I took a school friend to see Bridget Jones’ Diary. The school friend thought it was crude and not at all funny. Another example, Cee recommended a John McDonald mystery to her Mom, Mattie Lee, because he was a Florida author. Her reaction to the book: “It is sex in its lewdest form.” Anyway, I have produced more endorphins listening to Sedaris’ book that I almost felt faint. I live for belly laughs even if it requires a change of clothes.


New vocabulary word with a conversational rating of 10: Unchi-kun, a Japanese emoji for a pile of poop. I wonder if Words with Friends will accept it. Look out Susan Lawson. I’ve thought it through. I am going to say “Oh, unchi-kun!” I can even say it with many syllables that make it sound just awful. This is better than “Oh, shit.”

Thoughts on foreign vocabulary words: I am the most often corrected person in my region. Everyone, even dullards correct me. Really only Susan Lawson has the intellectual property rights to correct me. I gave her permission years ago. Not the rest of the world. Anyway, before I work myself into a huff, if I bandy about foreign words, especially Japanese or German, hardly anyone jumps up to the plate. I like this. I am just not putting up with this unchi-kun any more!!!!

I am a wretch. I lied to a Brownie this week. She asked if I would buy some cookies…I lied without blinking….I told her I just bought some when I really bought them a week ago. Why couldn’t I just say, “ No, thank you.” This is just another example of American moral decay.

I am Quiet. I Move Slowly. I See Gray and Black. I am the Shadow’s Stalker

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on March 3, 2015 by drycreekherbs

Photographers are passionate—in eager pursuit to capture the image of a bird, baby, flower, cloud, house, or landscape. I am, however, a shadow whisperer—the photographer of a spirit housed in a shadow. They are like my own secrets. I never know when I will come upon one. Shadows are like Rorschach images—they require my personal analysis. Shadows are mysterious, nostalgic, architectural, fanciful, decorative, humorous, or otherwise evocative. Shadows are so elusive….like memories and dreams. Quick to morph and lingering like Daddy’s Old Spice. I smile at the revelation of a pesky shadow. I have to keep it. I know the shadows’ story. I am the author.   

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A writing exercise.