look out, Banjo Man!

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Oh my goodness, there’s another one!  And yes, that’s a tenor banjo, just like Banjo Man’s.

How excited my B-Man was at Fritzel’s tonight!  He was actually bouncing on the bar stool.

This was our fourth traditional jazz band of the day.  So happy!

We walked for miles, all day long.  So tired!

I just asked Banjo Man to amputate my feet, but he is studying the liner notes of the CD he just bought and is paying no attention.

We ate our dinner (gumbo) in the hotel bar tonight so we wouldn’t miss hearing the band.  There was a tuba.

We listened to “gypsy jazz” at the Cathedral tonight.  Fabulous.  The best show yet.

We went to Cafe du Monde twice.

I bought a new jar of file powder.

And a new gumbo cookbook.

I resisted pricey tablecloths from France and $30 roux spoons.

Hurray for impromptu mini vacations!!!

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the perfect rainy morning

I walked down to Cafe du Monde this morning.  Banjo Man was busy working and I couldn’t wait for him.

I nailed a table right in front of the sidewalk band.  The air was misty, the streets wet, but the rain had stopped.  Long live the music!

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And then there was breakfast…

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Oh, my goodness.  I have postponed my diet for three days.

Obviously.

Gumbo and fried shrimp have called my name.  Last night a crab cake begged to be on my plate.  There was even—gasp—a vanilla bean creme brulee.

And tequila.

Today I put 10,000 steps on my Fit Bit before 2 pm.  Walking in the Quarter is not at all relaxing right now.  Much of it is a construction zone, with streets being torn up, equipment everywhere, man hole covers exposed, trenches, mud, Jack hammers, etc.  Banjo Man thinks they are putting in a new drainage system.  Whatever is happening sure turns walking around into a bit of an obstacle course…and is very noisy.

But I managed to find a few Christmas presents for the Funny Grandson.  Because nothing can stop a grandmother on a sugar high.

Pass me another beignet, please.

 

 

 

 

 

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the World War II Museum

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We spent six hours at the museum today.  It was incredible and educational and emotional and stunning.

I’m wrung out.  But I have a lot of pictures to share when I have access to my computer next weekend.

We were back from our day at the museum in time to have a drink at the hotel bar and then to get two of the last seats in the Cathedral for Irma Thomas’s concert.

Banjo Man has gone to Fritzels for some jazz and I am in bed.  It is 9:00.  I think all that turmeric the man consumes gives him superhuman energy.

He really is amazing.  Except he can’t figure out how to operate elevator buttons, but that’s a story for another time.

I’ll leave you with this quote.

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banjo man and the big easy

We left home Sunday night and spent the night at a Hampton Inn next to the airport because we would be boarding our plane at 5 AM.

This is what we saw at 3:45.

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There were quite a few of us waiting for the counters to open.

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Lots of decorations!

And here’s the view from the plane.  The snow was a surprise.

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We were in New Orleans before ten o’clock.

Our first meal was seafood gumbo at The Old Coffeepot.  Banjo Man ate a loaf of French bread.  We shared a shrimp po’ boy.

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Then I staggered back to our hotel for a nap.

My husband, on the other hand, headed for a drink at Lafitte’s (this was on his vacation wish list).

Then he strolled the French Market for lemons and other snacks.

I don’t know how he had the energy.

We were off to the St Louis cathedral at 5:30 for a 6:00 concert, then on to the Gumbo Shop for a Reveillon dinner.

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Chicken andouille sausage gumbo.

We were to go on to a jazz club for the 8:00 show and Banjo Man expected to make a night of it.

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But during the fourth course of his dinner, which had included a sampler of red beans and rice, shrimp jambalaya and crawfish etouffe, Banjo Man admitted he was ready to call it a day.

He finished his bread pudding and my praline sundae first.

Tomorrow he has promised to pace himself.  We will stroll and shop and eat smaller amounts of food and we will hunt for jazz.

I think that sounds like a pretty good Tuesday.

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someone else’s gumbo

I have just put my gumbo recipe in my suitcase, because–as tradition dictates–I will be making gumbo for Christmas Eve.  The boys won’t want to wait until dinner and will most likely down a few bowls in the afternoon.

Which is fine with me.

I haven’t been to New Orleans since 2007, which means I’ve been eating my own gumbo for 9 years.

So if  you ask me what I’m most looking forward to next week, my answer would be:  eating someone else’s gumbo!

Everyone makes it differently.  Chunks of sausage or finely ground.  Tomato base or fish stock.  Chicken and andouille?  Shrimp and file powder?  There’s a restaurant called “The Gumbo Shop” (I have their cookbook) which serves several different kinds all day long.

They have the best bread, too.   So that is where we will go first, once we’ve ditched our suitcases at the hotel.  Two blocks down the street, take a left and then…heaven.

No cooking next week for More Pie!!!

 

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from gumboshop.com

 

 

 

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oh happy day

Today I am 65.  I find that so exciting, due to now qualifying for Medicare.

I cannot tell you how happy that makes me, which also makes me an old lady, because only old people are excited about getting Medicare.

It’s how we roll.

If you are under 65, feel free to roll your eyes.  If  you are over 65, you know what I’m talking about.

Life is good.

Here’s where we’re going for dinner tonight.  This is a copy of an old menu.

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Originally a speakeasy, it was recently restored.  I remember my grandparents taking us here once every summer for fish ‘n chips.  The highlight of the dinner was a choice of parfait for dessert.

I have loved parfaits ever since.

Banjo Man and I are getting ready to take off to New Orleans.  He begged to go down there before we went to Texas, so I was able to rearrange our flights and take advantage of the holiday specials in the French Quarter.  “Papa Noel” time in the French Quarter means special room rates and incredible savings on Reveillon dinners.  We used to take a little mid-December trip to “N’awlins” before Katrina.  And we went once the year after Katrina.  But not since.

We are very excited.

If you’d like to know more about December in the French Quarter, here’s the link:

https://holiday.neworleansonline.com/

I think we’re going to eat our way around the city.  And I’m hoping some time in the World War II museum, if I can tear Banjo Man away the restaurants.  Our hotel is right across the street from Banjo Man’s favorite jazz bar, Fritzel’s, which is convenient.  And we have tickets for Preservation Hall.

Let the good times roll!

 

 

 

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off line

Monday night we lost our internet, our two landlines and our tv connection.  We’re hooked up to Verizon Fios and have been for years.  We love it and have never had a bit of trouble with the service.

But it all came to a screeching halt at 8:30 pm.

A call to Verizon led to a young woman (possibly overseas) talking us through the troubleshooting of the equipment.  Two hours later, in the workroom of the basement while standing on a pallet of leftover roof shingles, Banjo Man lost patience.  He shone his flashlight on one of three opened Verizon panels and once again told the woman that he did not see a white cord inside the medium-sized box to unplug.  They had had this discussion for close to twenty minutes, if not more.

The cord was red.  It was not in her script.

She said a technician could be at our home on…Friday.

Banjo Man, who runs his business here at the house, cannot possibly be out of touch with clients and the internet for a few hours, never mind four days, so he explained–quite forcefully– someone had to fix it Tuesday morning.

To get rid of him, she said someone from Verizon would call us Tuesday morning.  He believed her; I didn’t.  We staggered off to bed.

The next morning I called Verizon and through an automated phone call learned we were scheduled for a repair at 2 pm (this was later discovered to be untrue, but that’s not the point of this story).

So, my life without television, phones and internet????

Television?  No problem.  I don’t watch it until after 5 pm, at the earliest.  Most of the time we watch something on Netflix.   I’m a radio gal and I have a favorite local radio station and three radios perched around the house.  (Banjo Man has Fox Business News on his downstairs tv all day long).

Phones?  No problem there either, not for me.  I’m rarely ever on the phone.  Yesterday I made sure I had my cell phone with me (most of the time I forget where it is) and was waiting for a call from the furniture delivery men who were to deliver Mom’s new loveseat, corner tv stand and new recliner that day (Banjo Man has his business line and takes frequent calls).

Internet?  Uh-oh.

This is where I took it in the gut.

It turns out I obviously “waste” a lot of time with emails, blogs, news, etc.  It was very strange not having access to all of those things that make me feel like I’m connected to the world.

So instead I cleaned out a big closet, sorted my winter and summer clothes, did three loads of laundry, cleaned out shelves, loaded a bag of stuff for charity, cleaned the kitchen, cleaned my bathroom, took a shower, found my electric blanket and put it on the bed, traded summer quilts for winter quilts, burned a couple of cd’s, tuned my new dobro and finished cutting the weirdly shaped pieces for the new Bonnie Hunter mystery quilt…..all before 11:30 AM.

I’d also walked over to my mother’s old house in order to help Banjo Man get on the internet over there–which didn’t work.

In other words, I accomplished a lot without the lure of the internet calling me to sit down at my desk and read a lot of entertaining stuff.

It was a revelation.  I told Banjo Man I think I will go “Verizon Free” at least one day a week from now on, just to see how many closets I can clean.  I don’t think my world will come to an end without access to the internet.  It was annoying, but certainly not torture.

The furniture guys called at 11:30, which gave me time to drive over to my mother’s apartment for a  noon delivery (it all looked wonderful!!), then back to the house to make another automated Verizon call only to learn we were once again scheduled for repair on FRIDAY.

Banjo Man flipped out.  A technician was here within thirty minutes of his next impressive tirade.  Turns out that a power outage Monday at noon (we were only out of power for 20 minutes) had somehow burned out a lot of Verizon boxes in our area.  All of our wires were fried.

By 5 PM we had it all back, except for my cable box in the bedroom (which I discovered wasn’t working at 9:30 last night).  Since I rarely use my television there I’m going to save that repair call for January.  It’s just not important enough to make one of those long phone calls right now.

So this morning here I am, coffee mug on the desk next to the keyboard, radio on, as I’m writing the blog.  I’ve read the news and the other blogs I love to follow.  I’ve checked email (nothing but ads and coupons!) and very soon I’ll head to town to do a bunch of heading-to-Texas-for-Christmas errands.  Somehow two hours have passed since I first sat down.

Oh, dear.  It sucked me in again.

What do you do when you lose your internet??  Television???  Does it change your life or is it barely noticed????  Would you miss your phone?  Or does your cell phone fill the gap?

 

 

 

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cod chowder

If you want something very simple for dinner on a cold night, here’s the recipe for last week’s chowder.  I made it up as I went along, so feel free to change what you want!

2/3 of a 5 lb. bag of red potatoes, unpeeled and chopped into cubes.   Save the remaining 1/3 of the bag for later.

1 onion, chopped and sautéed in butter or bacon grease (I used butter)

5 pieces of bacon, cooked until crisp and then chopped (I had some cooked and in the freezer)

2 lb. cod (3 large pieces)

2 cups half and half (you could use milk or cream)

optional:  fish boullion cubes

Seasonings:  salt, white pepper, dill

Put the cubed potatoes and 1/2 tsp salt in a large 7 quart slow cooker and add water just enough to cover.  Put on high and cook for several hours until potatoes are cooked.  You can also do this on the stove if you are short for time.  I had all day so I didn’t care!

Add sautéed onions and bacon.  Fish boullion, too, if you have it.  I used one large cube.

An hour before serving, turn heat to low and lay the large pieces of cod into the pot.  Once cooked (it won’t take long) gently stir in the half and half and add more salt and seasonings to taste.  I like white pepper in the stew, but I also use black pepper once I serve it in bowls.

I like thick soups, so I cut up the remaining 1/3 of a bag of red potatoes and cut them in quarters and, in a separate pan on the stove, boiled them in water until they were cooked.  Then I mashed them and stirred them into the stew.  I also had a cup of mashed potatoes leftover from Thanksgiving, so I stirred that in, too!  Another trick is to sprinkle instant mashed potato flakes into any soup or stew if you want the broth a little thicker.

Enjoy!

 

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big thanks to big store

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Yesterday Mom and I went shopping for furniture.  Picture a 90-year old woman with a cane making her way amidst a vast furniture store.

Not easy.

We had previously purchased a recliner from the same store, Raymour & Flanigan, several weeks ago but it had proved to be very uncomfortable and my mother regretted the purchase.  We hoped they would take it back (yes, a longshot, but worth the question) and we could find a replacement.

We also needed a small corner tv stand and a soft, comfy off-white loveseat.  I’d been searching unsuccessfully for deals and bargains online for weeks, but at this point we were beyond worrying about sticking to a budget.  Desperation and a time limit had our backs to the wall.  The goal:  buy whatever works and to hell with the price.

Unfortunately a manager said they couldn’t take back the chair.  It had been too long (we had purchased the chair two weeks before Mom moved into her new apartment at assisted living).  That was disappointing, but expected.  As I’d said to my mother in the parking lot, “It doesn’t hurt to ask.”

The manager, who seemed sincerely sorry to not be able to help, insisted on getting a wheelchair for Mom so we could look around, so we searched for an entertainment center amid the maze of furniture.

Our saleswoman, Donna, was one of the nicest salespeople I’ve ever met.  She showed us the perfect tv stand at a much lower price than we’d planned on.  HURRAY!  SOLD!  While I was buying it, Donna heard my mother’s sad chair story and made some calls, eventually resulting in the store offering to take back the chair and replace it with another one.  She showed Mom the recliner they were offering to give her and it was definitely soft, a warm cinnamon color with the power lift feature.

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Another manager arranged for the old chair to be inspected by the delivery crew.  They gave Mom discounts.  They wanted her to be a satisfied customer and were willing to jump through a lot of hoops.  While all of this was going on, I wheeled my mother around to look at loveseats.  And–lo and behold–we found the perfect one.

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More paperwork!  More help!  Everything was done to make the delivery happen on Tuesday.  Donna hugged me.  I wanted to cry.  Everyone was so insistent on helping us and making sure my mother would be happy.

In the past few weeks I’ve had a lot of experiences with various businesses as I’ve moved my mother from her home to a new lifestyle.  I’ve spent hours–many, many hours–dealing with companies who either make things very difficult or flat out give me wrong information, send incompetent workers, leave me on hold for hours, etc.  Once in a while there is a bright and shining star on the other end of the phone who actually helps me.

I confess that such kindness has been so shocking and unexpected that I have burst into tears, and I am not a burst-into-tears kind of person.  It has been more than a little embarrassing.

So thank you, Donna, and the folks at Raymour & Flanigan, for making yesterday afternoon’s shopping trip such a success.

It was greatly appreciated.

I’m vowing to speak out more about bad customer service.  And I’m also going to make sure–with a letter, email or phone call–to contact employers and corporate headquarters to compliment those employees who go the extra mile and make life a little easier.

It’s a two way street, and I’m going to do my part from now on.

 

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that time of year

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It’s time to finish sewing Christmas pillowcases for two little boys I know!  Thank goodness they are easy to make because I have been really, really busy.

Lately I’ve found it hard to get out of bed in the morning.  Which is not like me at all.

I could blame the colder weather.  Or pure laziness.  But I suspect it’s an age thing.  After all, I turn 65 next week.

I’m thrilled to be 65.  Just think how much I’ll save on health insurance!

Happy dance!!!!

Can you believe it is the first of December?????  I don’t know where November went.  Rhode Island has been unseasonably warm, so I hope that means we’re in for a mild winter.

We would love a mild winter.  I’m not as fond of snow as I used to be.  Raise your hand if you feel the same way!!!!

Today, despite the rain and the wind, my mother and I are going furniture shopping.  We’re turning her new apartment into a cozy, elegant, welcoming space.  This has been quite a process so far, so wish us luck.  Hunting down the perfect loveseat and corner tv stand could be a challenge, but we’re determined to finish before the holidays.

My friend of 52 years has retired and moved back to Rhode Island, right down the street from me in our tiny rural community.  She and her husband are remodeling her grandmother’s old farmhouse, so yesterday Barb arrived with paint chips and assorted counter, floor and cabinet samples.  Our mission:  to find the perfect color wall paint.

We’ve come a long way from 1964.  Neither one of us suggested jumping on her horses and riding bareback down to the ocean.  She didn’t offer to iron my hair so I’d look like Cher.  We didn’t discuss Forever Amber (our first historical romance and the topic of one of our first conversations together), play Roy Orbison or study any Ian Fleming books for the sex scenes.

We did laugh and giggle, though.  She left with “paint chip clarity” (is there such a thing?), a container of my fish chowder (she and her husband are camping out with a hot plate in their future dining room) and a gold velvet pumpkin.

Fish chowder recipe tomorrow…

 

 

 

 

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