i don’t get it

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The studio where the magic happens!

I’ve always been a radio person.  I had a radio beside my bed at night when I was a kid and loved finding odd, static-coated stations to listen to at night.

My grandparents gave me a transistor radio for my 13th birthday.  A portable radio???  Was there anything more exciting than that?

I own three radios here in Rhode Island.  They are my friends.

Some of you know how much I love am addicted to local Rhode Island talk radio.

When I am at the lake and spending quiet morning hours in the kitchen I even stream local stations from my computer.  The corrupt and insane world of RI politics is endlessly fascinating.  What powerful elected official is going to federal prison?  Who are the FBI investigating now?  We’ve had a couple of inept governors who provide endless humorous comments and frustration.  Bribes, theft, conspiracies, lies, voter fraud, snowstorms, hurricanes?  It’s all here, people.

But I have only been brave enough to call in to a talk show twice.

Several years ago a friend called and pleaded with me to call in to a show we both listened to.  The topic?  People who dated their teachers.  The question?  What happened afterwards.

There was no way I was going to call in to announce that I’d actually married my history teacher.  NO.  WAY.

There was also a time I tried to win a couple of tickets to a sold-out Josh Groban concert.

No luck.

Another time (about 18 years ago) my favorite talk show host was reading about some news in Idaho.  “Who would ever want to live in Idaho?  Call me if you’ve ever lived in Idaho!”

I was too chicken to call in.  And I thought I might get just a bit testy over the air waves as I defended my beautiful state.

Three weeks ago my favorite feisty talk show host had a week long giveaway of Christmas ornaments.  “MyLittleTown” is a local company that makes ornaments from Rhode Island landmarks.

All you had to do to win a couple was to call in and tell “Johnny D” something about pop culture that you just didn’t understand, didn’t “get” the appeal of.

I couldn’t stop myself from dialing the station and–surprise–I was the first caller.

“The Walking Dead,” I said.  “And zombies.  I just don’t get the appeal of dead monsters.”

John agreed with me.  And I won two ornaments.  All I had to do was drive over to Newport and pick them up.

And that’s what I did today, after Mom and I ran some errands and fought the March wind blasting across the bay.

Here are my selections:

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They make the candy right here in my town.  Their dark chocolate covered caramels make life worth living.

 

 

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Like Arby’s but much, much better.  Once a year I splurge on their onion rings.

I was tempted to select the “pot hole” ornament, but decided I had enough pot holes in my life right now.

So I stuck with food, the best part of our wacky little state.  It’s a little embarrassing to admit how exciting it was to visit the studio, even though I was only in the lobby.

If you want to see the vast array of RI-themed ornaments, go to:

http://www.mylittletown.com

You might want a cup of Rocky Point chowder on your tree next year!

 

 

 

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wild in france

We discovered a new miniseries last night.

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We had no expectations.  We were both tired, but at 6:15 it was too early to go to bed.  We had a few hours to kill before collapsing (Banjo Man had had a colonoscopy that day so he was still a bit groggy).

“Versailles” is quite the Netflix show.  Lots and lots of all kinds of sex, so beware of watching it if the kids are around.  From what I read, the Brits called it pornography and the French were ticked off that it was filmed in English.

It’s all about Lous XIV, the “Sun King”, and his determination to build the grand palace of Versailles thus never having to deal with the treacherous nobles in Paris ever again while pledging to make France the world center of culture.

Plus he has a lot of girlfriends there in court  (I think he ended up with 15+ illegitimate children).

And a gay younger brother (whose wife the King sleeps with occasionally).

And his own version of the CIA.

I have no idea how historically accurate this all is (I doubt if this version would be found in your average college textbook), but the writers certainly know how to write a cliffhanger.

At times it’s difficult to tell who’s who, because it seems that most of the men prancing and plotting around Versailles (when it was a “mere” hunting lodge) have long, dark, curling locks and little beards.

Banjo Man and I gave up trying to figure out the cast once we finally identified the King and his brother.  There’s a valet, CIA director and a couple of noble hangers-on that made us pause the show and say, “Who is that again?  The spy guy?”

There were a few confusing flashbacks in the first episode, but once that was over with the plot hurtled into sex and intrigue and all sorts of mayhem.

In other words, highly entertaining if you’re not expecting something sophisticated like “The Crown”.

One of my favorite moments was when the King’s brother, enjoying a cross-dressing evening with his boyfriend, beats the heck out of a clothing designer who had put his face on a doll displaying a new dress design.

Huh?

Best line of the episode is when the brother, still in a corset and high heels, has to face his older brother (who is not amused) and shrieks, “You might be King, but you can’t tell me what to wear!”

Having raised three teenaged girls, I could identify–for the first time in my life–with Louis XIV.

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outlander, season 2

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It has been a good week on the Giant Couch.  Son #1 and Amber (our dear daughter-law) gave us season 2 of Outlander on dvd for Christmas.

We’d been saving it for a time when we could immerse ourselves in the Claire & Jamie love story amidst the trials of being a Scot in 1744.

We tried to limit ourselves to only 2 episodes per night, but I have to confess that last Friday we splurged and watched, uh, four.

I think I have to reread Diana Gabaldon’s books again.  I stopped after reading the first three, and that was over 20 years ago.  It might be time to revisit Scotland and the best time travel romances ever written.

Good stuff.

Banjo Man absolutely loves it.

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memories of summers past

We had a little dinner party here Saturday night.  It was just like we were at the lake, only it was about 24 degrees outside.  And there was no lake.  And we were east of the Mississippi.

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Our favorite “youngsters” got a babysitter and came over for dinner and Mexican Train dominoes.

There was a bit of trash talking, I will say.  And Angela was the big winner.  Her husband was the big loser.

Sorry, Jeff.

Angela baked a pie from her new Christmas-gift cookbook.  It was splendid, as you can see from this picture.

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Is there any more pie?  Why, yes, there is!

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what a treat

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Isn’t this a great idea?  Bananas and mandarins for the little ones who might be hungry in the supermarket!

Does your grocery store do this?  Have I not noticed until now?  Should I get out more???

Rhode Island has a huge population of, uh, elderly people.  Of which I am one, now that I have turned 65.  I need to make a rare appearance at the market during the weekend so I can actually see children.

My little friend Sam, soon to be four, might stop in for a visit during this school vacation week.  So of course I had to go to the store today to get his favorites, cheese sticks and individual ice cream cups, just in case his father has a chance to bring him over.  Sam likes to kneel at my coffee table and eat ice cream while we watch  episodes of Thomas the Train.

He also likes to play his guitar like a dobro and he has learned some bluegrass tunes, so we might have to do a little jammin’.

Yesterday I cleaned out the freezer and made a black bean soup, with pineapple and squash and tomatoes and rice.

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I didn’t think it was very good, but Banjo Man seemed to enjoy it.

Today I’m going to–hopefully–redeem myself tonight with a creamy tomato basil tortellini soup.

I found the recipe here:

Slow Cooker Tomato Basil Parmesan Tortellini Soup

I think whoever invented tortellini should be given a medal.

Or at least a free banana.

 

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coming out of the cave

I think this is commonly called a “blank slate”:IMG_2434.JPG

You notice there is nothing on it?  Such is February in New England.  February 11th was supposed to have been a breakfast get together with friends in town, but it snowed.

We also refused to celebrate Valentine’s Day.  I came home from CVS and told Banjo Man, “I am not buying you a $4.00 Valentine’s card and I don’t want you buying me a $4.00 card either.”

Banjo Man:  “Is this is trick?”

I assured him I was serious.  Instead we bought Season 6 of “Game of Thrones” and spent last week watching episodes 1-8.  Two more to go, maybe tonight.  It’s very intense, so we limit ourselves to two episodes per night, otherwise we would have nightmares about dragons and bloody decapitations.

But I am renouncing my hermit ways, hauling my lazy ass out of a rut and getting back in the game.  Last night my buddy Barb (I’ve mentioned her before–we’ve been friends since we were 13,  and she and her husband have now retired, moved back to the neighborhood and live right down the street again!!!) and her husband Rod came over for chicken stew and cards.  We stuffed ourselves with chicken and pasta and brownies and then played Hearts until midnight.

Since we haven’t entertained since before Thanksgiving, we were ready to party.  Barb and Rod have spent months remodeling her grandmother’s farm house while making dinners on a hot plate, so we toasted to the any-day-now installation of her new gas stove and beautiful new sinks.

Next weekend Jeff and Angela are coming over for dinner and Mexican Train dominoes.

My dear friend Ruth and I are going out to lunch on Wednesday.

I am tired of sitting here being grumpy, staring out the office window at snow and ice and slush and mud.  So I am learning some new songs and blasting music through the speakers all over the house and finishing up some sewing projects and filling in the calendar with social engagements.

Winter is slowly coming to an end.  It’s time to cast off the hermit persona, turn off the giant TV, get off the couch and venture out into the world again.

Let’s all hope for an early Spring!

 

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long way from the lake

The neighbor sent a picture of our car at the lake house.

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I think there is at least two feet of snow piled on it.  Maybe more.

Summer seems very far away right now, but I have counted the days until I see the lake again–112–and I’m sure the snow will have melted by then.

June can’t come fast enough.

 

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fixing things in february

I seem to be fixing things a lot these days.

I’ve installed three cable set top boxes.  Two were replacements for broken boxes.  One was a replacement for the replacement, which had a very strange tendency to flip to “guide” every ten seconds.

I have reprogrammed three remote controls.

My old dvd player broke.  I replaced it with a new one that can play dvd’s from all regions of the world.  Why?  Because I love old British tv shows.  And I am a techie geek.

To celebrate I ordered the three season series of “2000 Acres of Sky”, which is set on a remote Scottish island.

I really love remote Scottish islands.

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Remote Scottish island, 2004.

 

I’ve replaced broken HDMI cables.  And bought extras for my cable stash.  Yes, I have a cable stash.  You can’t have enough.

The bobbin winder on my sewing machine broke.  I googled a solution and bypassed a glitch in the computer by reprogramming the innards.  It’s not perfect, but it will do until I can take it in to a real repairman.

I broke my office chair.  Banjo Man replaced the caster last night.  It’s loose, but it works.

My tuner broke.  Amazon delivered a new one.

My violin shoulder rest broke.  And Amazon delivered a new one.

There’s a loose seal on the freezer door of my refrigerator.  I need to google how to fix it.

My toilet broke.  I bought new parts and will fix it tomorrow.

I’ve been trying to fix some strange bumps on my face.  I finally gave up on the daily Retin A cream and went to the dermatologist.  He’s a young fellow, very quiet and shy.

Until yesterday.

“Can you fix these?” I asked, showing him the growths on my cheek.

“It says here on your chart that you’re a RETIRED WRITER!!!”

“Um, yes.”

“WHAT DID YOU WRITE?  HOW DID YOU GET STARTED?  DID YOU HAVE AN AGENT?  DID YOU TAKE CLASSES?  WRITE UNDER YOUR OWN NAME?  HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU??”

The questions went on and on while he flipped my mostly naked body around and practically strip searched me for various forms of skin cancer.

I answered all his questions, encouraged him on his script-writing endeavors, gave him a couple of suggestions for writing books to read and, after he enthusiastically wrote everything down, reminded him:

“Can you fix these things on my face??”

“Oh, yeah, sure.”  He got his freezer spray and zapped them, then thanked me for everything and took off with his notes.

So I did get my non-cancerous bumps fixed eventually.

The UPS driver got stuck on our driveway Monday.  He said he’s not coming back until winter is over.  He will leave future Amazon deliveries at the other end of the driveway, far, far away, in front of my mother’s garage, where hopefully no one will steal them.

I cannot fix the road.  And I cannot fix my wimpy UPS driver, either.

But other than that?  I’m on a roll.

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(photo from lifehacker.com)

 

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snow day

This morning, as I was dumping all sorts of lovely ingredients into the crock pot while listening to the local radio station, Banjo Man laughed and said, “Boy, you Rhode Islanders really love your storms!”

I’d spent the previous hour listening to people all over the state call the radio station and report what the conditions were, and I intended to listen all day.  So I guess Banjo Man was right.  We do love talking about storms.  Ever since the famous, surprising “Blizzard of ’78”, Rhode Islanders have been obsessed with knowing exactly where the snow is and how much is coming down.

The radio has been on–well, all three radios have been on–for over four hours.  Rhode Island is a small state, but the weather patterns vary across the large island, small islands, coastal towns and the always-hardest-hit northern part of the state.

The reports have ranged from rain to light snow to sleet to thunder to thick snow, with increasing reports of traffic accidents and power outages.

I find it fascinating to listen to as I sit here in my office/music room/sewing area.  I have a project to finish, so I’m praying the power will stay on.  It’s great fun to listen to the radio and stitch away, a mug of coffee near by and a view of the storm from the windows.

It rained here until 10:15, but now the snow is heavy and coming down fast.  We have filled water containers and assembled the flashlights.

The Fed Ex truck just delivered my latest Amazon order.  Isn’t that amazing?  In case you’re wondering, the box held a new guitar tuner, a dvd and a new dvd player (the previous one, so old it didn’t have HD, finally died) for my bedroom tv.  I’m calling it my belated birthday present.  It has the ability to play dvd’s from different regions around the world so I can finally watch some obscure old BBC tv series.

Last night’s “Sweet Fire Chicken” in the crock pot was pretty tasty.  Easy to throw together and nothing remotely “gourmet”, it was good enough to have seconds.  And we are counting the minutes until noon so we can finish the leftovers for lunch.

 

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Projects in progress!

Want to see something very cool?  I have a new sewing table, a real sewing table, for the first time in my life.  I love it.  My sewing machine sits on a little shelf below the table so the entire top of the table is one lovely, flat surface.  It makes sewing and quilting so much easier.

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The wind is gusting, the trees are swaying and I think I’d better send this blog post while we still have power.  After all, it’s February!  Time to expect some snow!

 

 

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blizzard comin’

We’re supposed to be getting our first blizzard of the winter tomorrow.  It should start at 7 AM and stop at midnight.   The weatherman is warning of high winds along with the snow.

So of course the first thing I think about is food.  Specifically, what kind of hot, comforting, filling, yummy stew can be cooking in the crock pot while a foot of snow covers the ground and the wind howls around the house.

I found a new website with lots of slow cooker recipes!

http://www.lecremedelacrumb.com/category/dinner/slow-cooker-crockpot/

I tried the Asian beef last week, but because I sliced the flank steak too thin the beef crumbled into bits.  But the flavor was decent.  We added hot sesame oil to the sauce and served it over brown rice.

This afternoon I’m trying the “Sweet Fire Chicken” recipe.  I’ll let you know how it comes out.

Tomorrow I’ll do my own version of Green Chicken Chili.

This has been a quiet winter so far.  Banjo Man frequently escapes to town to run errands and get groceries, but I have been a bit agoraphobic and have no desire to go anywhere.  It’s cozy here in my little corner of the world!  Like a big old bear I’ve been hibernating in my warm house for the winter.  In a few weeks we’ll head to Texas for the music festival, so hopefully the warm Austin sunshine will perk me up and shove me back into the world again.

Until then I’ll be stirring whatever is in the crock pot, watching the snow fall and hoping the electricity stays on.

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