Saturday, June 27, 2009
And the doctor answered, “It’s not just about longevity. It’s about quality of life. If you enjoy something, that is the best medicine. Do what makes you happy, and have fun. Don’t give up doing anything that a normal person would do.” (In short: "Live Life.")
So I ordered this case of port, a terrific extravagance; it is the first case of wine that I have ever bought. But it’s so good, will stay good for years, and I won’t drink it [all] myself. I’ll give bottles to friends, drink it with friends. And give bottles as a thank-you to the people who helped and encouraged me while I cried and was down, and to hosts who’ll invite me to parties and dinner. I’m going to have fun.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Leave the city. Y'all come on over for dinner -- I'll buy you your own dish of barbecue, just like this one -- and you will know true bliss. Say grace first! ("Mumble mumble thy bounty, mumble our Lord Amen.") Happy first day of summer. I love your company. To my British and Aussie readers: This is what we eat in America.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Getting any signal at all proves my antenna and TV do receive digital -- without a converter box -- but most signals from the city, 35 miles away, are too puny now to reach me. AT&T U-Verse doesn't serve this area. Guess I'll try a company a day until I find one that will. Wonder how many people are diggin' through their pockets to do the same as I.
In the meantime I let the TV mumble through its repeating nightmare. For company. To fill the dark corners of the house and the mind. And I don't chide myself. I've seen TV all my life and can't be expected to go without it for the remainder.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Each lily blooms for only one day. Let that be a lesson too!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Visiting Hermann and other formerly German settlements along the
- Beer gardens
- The town band
- Clock towers
- Turnverein (fellowship groups, like today’s “athletic clubs”)
- Bratwurst (and knackwurst, liverwurst, wieners, and so on)
- Dance halls
- Potato pancakes
- Music schools and conservatories
- Pumpernickel bread
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
I fished today. At the local Shell I asked where I could buy bait. “You’re in the right place,” said the clerk, and sold me 2 dozen night crawlers $2.99/dozen. “I hope you catch a load,” she said, “and I don’t mean coal.”
So I get to the Big River (that's its name), dazzled & stupefied with the joy of first-fishing-of-the-year. About 60% of the time spent untangling, retying, cussing, getting hook out of bushes, etc. Thunder in the distance. An angler across the river caught a catfish. I want one. I won’t leave. Finally, God lets my old folding chair’s nylon seat rip in half, suddenly dumping my ass full-force on wet sand. I only hoped nobody saw this, because I bet it looked hilarious. Took this as a divine signal to go home.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
I’ve discussed Midwestern dating. Now I address Midwestern dining, specifically home cooking for company. I’m a cook so I know.
- Fry it, they’ll like it.
- Grilled Sea-Bass Tacos with Fresh Peach Salsa and no one will ever marry you.
- Serve Four-Cheese Macaroni and 3 of your cheeses are wasted.
- “Seafood steaks” is an oxymoron. I made tuna steaks & cream sauce for my mom and stepdad in 1994, and the only meal they hated more was my cousin’s new wife’s Duck L’Orange in 1971 -- and I still haven’t heard the end of it.
- Midwestern adults aren’t afraid of squash.
- These are the best people to invite to a potluck, but they call their own such parties “pot blessings.”
- A Midwestern all-day picnic is the greatest experience life has to offer.
- God gave you elbows so you can put them on the table and eat more.
- I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter should be served in its tub so as to prove its authenticity.
- Midwestern men are the best grillers in the world.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009