I was talking to my mother yesterday, telling her about the audible.com new series on TedTalks, called Sincerely X, and asked her if she knew about TedTalks.
Her response: “Is that that bear?”
I put my head down and tried to conceal my laughter. I don’t think I did a very good job.
“Where’s your mixer?” my mother asked. She was over my house, standing in the kitchen, her hands on her hips, disapproving on my organization. She had come over to make mashed potatoes for the holiday meal. Her recipe was one where you make them the day ahead of time and cook in the crockpot. Cream cheese was involved.
They are heaven on earth.
She asked again, “Where’s your mixer?”
At one point in my life, I had a hand mixer.
At this point in my life, I had no idea where it was.
With the total kitchen remodel, I think it probably got lost in the packing and unpacking of everything. I walked over to my purse, pulled a $20 out of my wallet and told her it was at the nearby K-Mart.
Of course, she gave me a disapproving look with a heavy sigh.
I think it’s fitting that today My iPhone randomly played “Eve of destruction” as I was heading into work.
I didn’t even know I had that song on my iPhone.
Happy Friday. Gonna be a long four years.
Hope we don’t die.
Teague is barking at water bowl, it had water but I guess he only drinks fresh water. I filled bowl and he looked at me in that “look what I have to deal with glance ” and drank his water.
Pretty picky for a dog once on death row.
It’s Thanksgiving here in the US. The turkey is in the oven. The mashed potatoes are cooking in the crockpot. There’s brussel sprouts. Cranberries. Stuffing. Pies galore.
Here, we celebrate things we are thankful for. Ironic that we can also celebrate the American Consumer consumption of Black Friday – where there are deals too good to pass up for all your Christmas needs. And, thanks to the Internet, we don’t even have to leave our houses.
And that, my friends, is probably a good thing no one has stuffed we will be after dinner.
Here, along the shores of Lake Erie, this year’s Thanksgiving dinner is smaller than years past. People couldn’t make it into town are due to illnesses or work schedules. And with my mother still being homeless, she was not up to the big fancy feast. Initially I was promised this holiday to have an hosted at my house. Even bought new dishes and bakeware My mother decided to give it away to another family member, forgetting that she told me I could host it. I know there are bigger issues in world than empty promises so I let it go. My mother makes no apologies, such is the Diva way.
Anyway hope you guys all have a lovely long weekend if you’re lucky enough to have one. Remember what’s important – friends, family, love tons.
My typical, boring routine is that when I get home from work and and I finally have the chance to sit down in front of the tv, with a dog on each side of me begging for belly rubs, is that I like to watch The Daily Show, recorded from the night before. But this past week, I’ve been so broken-hearted and unable to watch. All related to our new President. Truth be told, I’ve been unable to watch or read anything regarding the election results. And just when I thought I was getting better, word came on the Cabinet choices.
I looked for a rock to crawl under for the next four years. When that wasn’t available, my blanket and pillow were.
I’ve been unable to sleep. I’ve lost my appetite. I feel sick, but am getting better, day by day. So long as I don’t check out cnn.com and any news tv show.
Its just so … I struggle with the right words. It’s not that I am a sore loser. I think its that I cannot seem to comprehend how many people think behavior like that – from the angry tweets to the hate aimed at people – people of disability, of different religious view, of different background, of different skin tones – seems to be ok for so many Americans across the country.
If its not ok, I don’t get that people think they can pick and choose the good parts of a candidate and ignore the ugly.
And sure, we can ride out these next four years – the sun is still going to rise each day. I get that. But still, I feel like this is an embarrassment for us on the global stage. Most of all, I think I am heartbroken for the future of the Supreme Court with the pending appointment and any future ones to come. What will happen to gay marriage? What about Roe V Wade?
One of my grade school friends, before the election, said that she didn’t think the world was ready for a female leader. I know she was just reciting what he husband had said. I listed off the other countries with a long history of female leaders. India. The UK. Germany. She seemed in shock and managed to rationalize that it might be ok for other countries but not for her. I am sad for her daughter, who might believe that she is less because she was born a girl. I am sad for all the girls here, who have been shown that rude, cruel behavior by a man doesn’t mean that he is unqualified to be a leader.
I am not sure what the answer is for me in the days to come. Some of my friends, whom I have the upmost respect for, have taken a break from social media – mostly Facebook. it’s too much of a drain on them emotionally. I felt my heart lighten upon hearing that. Its not a bad idea. Still, I know that ignoring it won’t make this problem go away. It won’t make the polarizing country any better even if it makes mine slightly less noisy.
So, If you need me any time soon, I will eventually come out of hiding under my blanket.
So, my mother, The Diva, has been homeless for the last few months.
Though it amused me the image of her living out of her car or on the streets, that is not the case. She sold her adorable cluster home of seven years because she just did not have any private, outdoor space.
So she has been going between my uncle’s house and mine. A storage space is filled to the ceiling with all her personal belongings and a furniture. The real estate market here is on fire and houses are moving so fast. My mother was slow to react to something she loved and by the time she got around to deciding to see it, or worse, putting an offer in, the property would already have a signed contract of an accepted offer.
Finally, her realtor got her into a house, in a neighborhood my mother really liked, the evening before it was to be listed. My mother made an offer that evening and it was accepted.
The bad news is that she will remain homeless until the end of November.