happy mother’s day

Posted on May 8, 2022 by is there any more pie?

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers, grandmothers and aunts out there!

How I wish I had a photo of luscious flowers to put on the blog, but it is 47 degrees, windy, rainy and overcast here.  Not only are there no daffodils left in my yard, I have not ventured out to buy a bouquet or two for the kitchen island.

I almost bought tulips last week, but a skinny bunch cost $8.99 at the grocery store and I thought it was silly to spend that much.

Am I a bit grumpy?  Well, yes, a little.  Is Banjo Man a bit grumpy?  Um, yes, he is.  After all, he’s the one with all the reasons to be.  BUT Retired Mountain Lady (and husband Jon) sent him a gift a few days ago.  Last night we watched four episodes of…wait for it….WKRP In CINCINNATI!!!

Do you remember that tv show?  We loved it way back when and had no idea it was out on DVD’s.  Every year son Ben mentions that he would love to see it again.

LOS ANGELES – JANUARY 1: Cast members (from left) Richard Sanders, Frank Bonner (in back), Loni Anderson, Gary Sandy, Howard Hesseman (seated in front), Jan Smithers, Gordon Jump and Tim Reid, star in the CBS television series “WKRP in Cincinnati.” Image dated 1979. (Photo by CBS via Getty Images) *** Local Caption *** Howard Hesseman;Loni Anderson;Frank Bonner;Gary Sandy;Richard Sanders;Tim Reid;Jan Smithers;Gordon Jump

We spent almost two hours laughing at the antics of the WKRP staff.  The show debuted in 1978 and ran for four seasons.  Forty-four years ago!!!!

We are the grateful owners of all four seasons and will try to make them last.  We’ve taken a short break from THE AMERICANS (fabulous show) and British crime series, but Banjo Man has not liked anything else we’ve streamed.  He isn’t interested in TIME TEAM, my absolute favorite show (British archaeology digs) and I don’t care for THE OFFICE reruns.

So on this miserably wet Mother’s Day I will defrost a chunk of blueberry cake to enjoy with my second cup of coffee, iron some quilt squares while watching an old episode of TIME TEAM, talk to the kids, defrost soup for dinner and spend the evening with old friends in Cincinnati.

I hope your Mother’s Day is filled with the lovely things you like to do and the people you love to see.

2020: Local tulip fields.

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coastal grandmother?

Posted on May 6, 2022 by is there any more pie?

“Coastal grandmother”.  Did you know this is the name of a very popular new trend?  When I first saw the phrase I confess that I was a little excited.  After all, I spend months on the edge of a lake.  I am a grandmother.  Combine the two and I am one deliriously happy person.  Was I part of a trend and didn’t know it?

And then… I read the article.  First of all, here are the clothes the ultimate coastal grandmother wears:

Beige capris.  They make me look fat.  And they stain.  And need to be ironed.

A white button-down shirt.  This is to be worn unbuttoned, over a beige or white tank top.  My problem with this is that it is something else to be ironed.  My summer tops cost $8 and come from Kohl’s and Walmart, because they are so stained from cooking that I toss them out at the end of the season.  And let’s not even talk about unflattering white tank tops.

Bucket hat.  These are cute, but the brims aren’t big enough for the afternoon sun.

And what do coastal grandmothers do?  Well, they practice a “slower pace of life”.   This was another issue for me.  When I am at the lake the last thing I want is a slower pace of life (that’s called “winter” and by April I am heartily sick of it).  I love being busy with my family and my friends all day, every day.  I might have to sit down and put my feet up for a quick afternoon nap once in a while, but that’s only to get ready for more fun.

Coastal grandmothers arrange wildflowers and pick mint from their garden for tea.  I have no skill with flower arranging (but thank goodness my friends do), but I do grow mint.  Once in a while I actually remember to pick it.  My favorite garden plucking comes from my basil plants and the big fat sage plant that sits near the front porch, so I don’t know how pot-gardening makes me trendy.

Coastal grandmothers exude “an air of uncomplicated bliss”.

I do love this one, uncomplicated bliss.  Because happiness should be uncomplicated–hence the term “pure joy”– and if this is a trend then everyone should embrace it.

Words to live by!!!!

 

 

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where did the sweatpants go?

Posted on May 1, 2022 by is there any more pie?

This is not Banjo Man’s new pair of sweatpants, but it’s definitely more interesting.

Did someone send it to me?  If you did, please let me know so I can shower you with thanks.  As the cover says, there are 1000 recipes inside.

When the package hit the front deck, Amazon sent an email that said my order had been delivered.  The order was supposed to contain new sweatpants.

My forty-five minute “chat” online with an Amazon customer service representative this morning finally led to an understanding, though it was not easy to get to that point.  Surely, in the tens of millions of packages that Amazon has shipped, mine couldn’t have been the first one sent in error.  But “Anisha” was flummoxed, poor thing.

Two hours later a gift card was sent to my account and I reordered the sweatpants.  The cookbook stays with me for now, until someone from Amazon demands its return.  From what I understand, if I send it back Amazon will think I should have sent back sweatpants and and then all hell will break loose.

I don’t want to spend any more time on the computer.  Two days ago I was in an extended “chat” about an issue with my new Kindle reader.  I ended up sending it back for a replacement.  This morning my Fitbit app recorded that I’d eaten 7200 calories for breakfast.  The Fitbit folks could not figure it out, but they did their best and said they’d email me Monday.  I ended up solving it myself (the app weirdly recorded that I ate 100 bananas).

Two days ago I chatted with a “beauty consultant” at Bobbi Brown.  My favorite lipstick shade was no longer available and no one knew when or if it would return.  The consultant came up with another shade that is very, very close to “Neutral Rose” and I so hope she is right.

This “chatting” business takes a lot of time.  I’m sure it’s faster than being on hold with Customer Service, but there are times when I wish that sweatpants and lipstick would simply appear on my doorstep.  Like magic.

And maybe next week they will.

 

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nine perfect strangers

Posted on April 30, 2022 by is there any more pie?

From Rotten Tomatoes:

Based on The New York Times best-selling book by author Liane Moriarty, “Nine Perfect Strangers” takes place at a boutique health-and-wellness resort that promises healing and transformation as nine stressed city dwellers try to get on a path to a better way of living. Watching over them during this 10-day retreat is the resort’s director, Masha, a woman on a mission to reinvigorate their tired minds and bodies. However, these nine “perfect” strangers have no idea what is about to hit them.

We really enjoyed this mini-series on Hulu this week.  As Banjo Man rests and recovers from his surgery and hospital stays, we spend a few hours each evening watching television…and then head to bed early.

Hey, it works for us!!

NINE PERFECT STRANGERS is based on a 2018 book by Liane Moriarty, so if you don’t have Hulu you might enjoy reading it instead.  I’ve always liked her novels.

The first episode starts out as if it is going to be a “feel good”, lightweight story about people growing and changing while enjoying a retreat, but it takes a dark turn and gets wild.

We never quite knew what was going to happen next.

Tonight we start THE AMERICANS, a multi-dvd gift from my brother.  I’ve heard a lot of good things about it.

UPDATE:  Banjo Man’s recovery is going to take time.  He is doing really well, but we both recognize that this is going to take a while and he has to be patient.  Naps are good!  A month from now he’ll be ready for summer and all things fun.  But for now?  He has to take it easy.

 

 

 

 

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you never even called me by name

Posted on April 28, 2022 by is there any more pie?

During the eight days of Banjo Man’s hospital adventures, I was treated kindly by many, many strangers who worked for the hospital systems.  And such kindness was very much appreciated.

To my bemusement (is that a word?) the women at the screening area at Yale-New Haven called me, “Sunshine”.  They called everyone “Sunshine”.

Here’s your ID and your name tag.  You’re all set, Sunshine.

That was a new one.  Possibly a Connecticut thing?

There was once a very young nursing assistant who referred to Banjo Man as “sweetheart”.

Baffling.

The one that made me wish I was a loud, violent person was when a 50’ish male nurse practitioner called me “young lady”.

I wanted to scream, “SHUT UP!  I AM SEVENTY!  CALL ME MA’AM OR MRS., YOU PATRONIZING IDIOT!!!”

Of course I didn’t.  He was showing me a CT scan of a possible colon blockage (it wasn’t) and discussing possible surgery (there would be none) and that surgeons were on call and standing by (we didn’t need them).  It was in Banjo Man’s best interest that I be polite and absorb the information.

The Texans have this name thing down pat.  Everyone is “ma’am” or “sir”.  Works for me!

So keeping the theme of this blog, here’s a little blast from 1971.  Rest in peace, Steve Goodman and John Prine.  And thank you for one of the great, comic country western songs.

 

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home never felt so good

Posted on April 25, 2022 by is there any more pie?

Banjo Man is home from the hospital.

Sound the trumpets!!!

I am trying not to hover.

He is following a specific diet and I am in charge.  The discharge nurse said, “If you miss us and want to come back to the hospital, eat a cheeseburger.  Or a salad.”

I have Googled information on a post-Ileus diet and boy, am I prepared.  The refrigerator is stocked with the proper snacks and Banjo Man has been told–by me–that he can’t eat anything else without checking with me first.

We’re taking this slowly.

Tonight we’ll catch up with the last two episodes of SANDITON.  It’s not the best mini-series on PBS, but it’s entertaining enough for right now.

I’m looking forward to season 3 of THE BAY (British crime).  And season 4 of SHAKEPEARE & HATHAWAY (light, comic mystery).

And what’s under the needle?

I’m looking forward to getting back to it.

 

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i think it’s sunday

Posted on April 24, 2022 by is there any more pie?

Actually, I had to sit here and take a few moments to figure out what day it is.

Sunday.

It has been a week since we went to New Haven for Monday’s surgery.

A lot has happened since then.  As  you know, Banjo Man came through surgery with flying colors and we arrived home early Tuesday evening.  Unfortunately on Wednesday afternoon he was in a lot of pain.  There were phone calls and texts, and between Angela, the visiting nurse and our surgeon Dr. Kim, we realized we had a problem.  Dr. Kim, the man in charge, decided that Glen should go to the ER because he most likely had an ileus.

What the hell is an ileus?

Maybe you already know.  We’d never heard of it, but it’s a complication that can happen after surgery:  the colon won’t wake up and…nothing happens.

So poor Banjo Man has been in the hospital, in pain, hooked up to IV’s and with a tube in his stomach, walking the halls, getting x-rays and CT scans, waiting for Something To Happen, since Wednesday night.

BUT he turned the corner (so to speak) on Saturday afternoon and has begun to feel better.  He was himself again–wide awake, chatty, informing me of the Jello flavors he preferred for next week’s meals, explaining how he wanted his blankets fixed.  You get the picture.  I couldn’t believe how alert he was.  The nose tube was gone (per Dr. Kim’s permission) and he was allowed to have tiny sips of water from a spoon.

Today he will be given some soft food and, if that goes well, tomorrow he should be able to come home.

And won’t that be wonderful!!

The hospital is 23 minutes from our house.  Yes, I timed it.  I’d never been there until this week, but it’s pretty nice.  Dr. Kim, who is 90 minutes away in New Haven, has been in contact with me and our small, local hospital (part of the huge Yale-New Haven hospital organization of which Dr. Kim is Chief of Urology).  He calls me two or three times a day to ask how Banjo Man is and/or to give me updates and reassurance.  And then yesterday he made a surprise visit to the hospital to make sure everyone on staff was following his express instructions for Banjo Man’s care and to see for himself how he was progressing.

It was impressive.  He is a lovely man.

So next week Banjo Man will be back on track, eating Jello and pudding and bone broth.  The catheter comes out on Tuesday, in New Haven.  Last week Dr. Kim told us that NO ONE should touch the catheter but him and we have obeyed, of course.

42 days before the lake.  We’ll celebrate then.

Want to know more about my hero, Dr. Kim?

https://medicine.yale.edu/news-article/isaac-kim-is-named-yale-school-of-medicines-new-chair-of-urology/

 

 

 

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home again and it feels so good

Posted on April 20, 2022 by is there any more pie?

Yes, we are home from the hospital!

The folks at Yale-New Haven Hospital took excellent care of Banjo Man and “Suites” hotel where I stayed was absolutely wonderful.  The security officers who drove people like me back and forth between the hotel and the hospital were retired police officers and so, so nice.

“Nice” is always highly appreciated, especially during times of stress and worry.

There were many moments of kindness, too.  It’s definitely a requirement when it comes to working in that hospital or its affiliates.

Check out the room:

So…back to Banjo Man.  He was pretty wired on the drive home.  I think the pain pills and anesthesia were affecting him.  He kept dozing off and then telling me he’d dreamt I had hit a truck or swerved onto a dirt road.  He ate a chicken salad sandwich and drank two quarts of Gatorade.

Daughter Nancy was waiting for us, but it took some time to get him into bed and settled.  Nancy went to CVS to pick up prescriptions and supplies, while Banjo Man had all sorts of suggestions as to how to make things happen.

OMG.

We knew he was exhausted and would crash if we could just get him into bed (he wanted to stay downstairs, in his “suite”).  Sure enough, he was asleep minutes after we turned off the lights.  He slept for more than four hours, woke up to take a pill and drink some Gatorade, then slept until 2:30 AM.

More pills, more drinks, a few more suggestions for me <g> and he was back in bed until 7 AM.

So today he is doing very, very well.  The visiting nurse came this morning.  She had advice and suggestions and warnings and encouragement for us.

Yes, there is pain.  Yes, it will end.  Yes, it will take some time.  We all know the drill, right?

I have made chicken soup, tapioca pudding and hard-boiled eggs.  I have baked sweet potatoes.  The key word is “bland”.  And in small servings.

Alas, Banjo Man is not a “small serving” kind of guy.

But we’re working on that, too.

No, no, no!!!!

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banjo man is doing well

Posted on April 19, 2022 by is there any more pie?

The operation went off without a hitch and without any surprises. The doctor was pleased and saw no obviously cancerous lymph nodes.

He was taken to the operating room at 7:30 and returned to the recovery room at 1:30.

By 2:30 he was settled in his room, propped up against pillows and sipping ice water.

An hour later he was in a recliner, blankets tucked around him, checking the stock market on his cell phone while I ordered broth and Jello for his dinner.

The nurses cannot believe it.

Recovery time is usually 3-4 weeks. Radiation, if needed, wouldn’t happen for at least six months.

I left him to his dinner at 6 and called for a shuttle back to the hotel. This place was built for patients and families and it is heaven. By 7:30 I was eating Chinese takeout (delivered to the door) and by 9 had crashed.

I slept for nine hours. I hope Banjo Man did, too. He’ll call me when he wakes up and let me know how he’s feeling. I’m going to pack up the car and check out before taking the shuttle to the hospital. We’ll head home this afternoon if permitted.

There was a storm here overnight and I am happy to wait until most of it has blown across Connecticut before we set out.

Thanks for all the well wishes, thoughts and prayers. I believe we felt them all.

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getting ready on easter 2022

Posted on April 17, 2022 by is there any more pie?

First of all, let me wish you a Happy Easter.  I hope there is chocolate.  Ham.  Beans.  Pie.  Jelly beans!

And a lovely new pair of white ankle socks with lace around the cuff (if you were a child of the ’50’s you might know what I’m talking about).

We are getting ready to head to New Haven for Banjo Man’s surgery tomorrow.  We’re staying in a hotel near the hospital which caters to patients and families, so there is a small kitchen and all the amenities.  If all goes well, we will be returning home on Tuesday.

For the last three days I’ve been cooking instead of sewing.  I’m bringing my own food and coffeemaker and coffee pods.  I’ve been making and freezing meals for next week, when Banjo Man is recovering.  Keeping busy keeps me–mostly–from total panic.

We have to be at the hospital at 6AM.  I suspect surgery will be at least an hour or two after that and will last at least two hours.

I will be in touch as soon as I can on Monday.  I will either blog, text, email or call with updates.

In honor of Easter, I wanted to share a “Pet of the Week” column I wrote in 2006.  I volunteered to write a weekly article featuring a pet looking for a home for over eight years.  It was the best job I ever had.  When the paper drastically downsized and cut my column, I cried buckets.  It was a popular feature all over the state and it worked.

So here we go:

Looking for a bunny to love and to hold?  Here’s snuggly Bun Bun for you to take home.

Yes, I’m a rabbit.  I know you’re accustomed to reading about dogs and cats (and that one ferret who managed to have his own article last year), but this week I, a female Rhinelander bunny of phenomenal fur and exquisite rabbit roundness, am in the spotlight at last.  My name is Bun Bun, and yes, I know, it rhymes with “fun fun” and “run run”.  In my spare time–and I have lots of it–I make up little poems about myself.*

Did you know February is National Adopt A Bunny Month?  Well, you humans learn something new every day, don’t you?  We rabbits are number three on the Most Abandoned Animals list.  You don’t see herds of homeless domestic bunnies roaming through the streets of towns, blocking traffic, rampaging through gardens and creating hare havoc because we freeze to death or end up as coyote snack food, among other sad endings.

My own story is a happier one.  I was discovered eating dandelions in someone’s backyard last October and subsequently brought to the shelter.  It’s lovely here, but I’d love my own little house in which to hop.  I’m an indoor bunny, not meant to shiver in a hutch outside.  I love my cardboard box.  I sit in it, chew it, drag it around and hide inside of it.  Typical bunny play, but oh, so much fun!  I love kale and Cheerios and carrots, of course, and I thrive on rabbit pellets and hay.

I’m also trained to use my litter box, which should tempt you to take me home.  I’m a lovely hopper and I don’t mind living with cats.  I have no nasty habits and can be snuggly when I know you, and I do love to be petted.

You might think I look like the Easter Bunny, by my lips are sealed in regards to past occupations.  Bunnies who serve on the egg-delivery circuit are held to a strict code of silence about their good deeds and holiday hops, but I will only hint that the scent of chocolate brings back lovely memories.

I hope someone out there wants a bunny to love.  My adoption fee is $15, which includes my cage, hay and food…

*Bun Bun was adopted by someone who came to the shelter requesting “the bunny that wrote poetry”.

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