Last night, as I was drifting off to sleep, Nutmeg was cuddled up next to me purring. I pet her gently. If you’re a cat person, you’ll understand this next part. She started climbing up my neck and onto my head with her claws digging into me. As I was ready to push her off, she stopped and lightly kissed my nose.
It was a sweet moment. And then it occurred to me that she was so close, and now so quiet, in the dark, with sharp teeth and (again, if you know how cats get kind of weird sometimes) she could attack at any second.
She didn’t. Of course. But what an odd thought to fall asleep to.
I love these cookies. They’re easy to make and perfect every time. They’re crunchy, but not too crunchy.
Where did the recipe come from? Not sure anymore. I’m sure I started with an Internet recipe but it’s changed and morphed and handwritten these days. So… credit to the originator, but I don’t know who she/he is. Bummer, right?
I loved the Jewish holiday dinners at my grandparents’ house. My great-grandfather would sit at the head of the table. Table. It wasn’t one table. It was 3 or 4 tables pieced together – all different shapes and sizes. Some tablecloths were big enough to cover 2 tables. Some, just one. And the last table – the table where I sat with my youngest cousins – had a tablecloth that was covered with plastic.
There were all sorts of chairs, several pieced together sets of dishes, flatware, and glasses.
It was like a beautiful patchwork quilt.
My first cousins and I would play hide and seek in the basement before the meal. We loved the back room where my grandparents and our mothers took painting lessons with Joe Hudson. There’d be paintings on easels all around the room. There was a storage cabinet big enough to hide in.
There was the room that my aunt used to live in when before she got married. That closet was a hider’s dream – you could go in one side and crawl through to the other side. She had clothes still there in some of the built-ins and I’d look through them in awe. There was the main room where the poker table was and all the records were. We’d play cards and tunes.
I just finished setting my table for tonight’s Rosh Hashanah dinner and I was struck by the memories as I admired my patchwork quilt table.
When I got the invitation a month or so ago, I was pretty excited. I love our HoCo blogger community, so that was a draw, but also? The invitation promised some pretty great adventures like cutting metal and concrete and some behind-the-scenes info.
The day started out hot and humid beyond belief. In some of the photos that follow, you’ll see dark clouds and serious gloom. But, the weather got better and frankly, we never even noticed because it was so darn interesting.
What is PODPower, you ask? Well, Pods are what you think they are – they are portable, discrete containers for various purposes. They, along with the transporter system, are ready for anything you can imagine that HCDFRS responds to: building collapse, hazardous events, fires (of course), rescue operations like ditches that collapse, emergency sheltering. Each Pod has exactly what it needs – including generators for some.
Some of the Pods were designed and custom built by the HoCo teams, some bought the way they are. They are clever and remind me of those shows about little houses – every single inch is used in incredibly brilliant and efficient ways. It’s truly remarkable.
And you know what else is really cool? This system is very efficient budget-wise. Makes sense, because if you have fewer trucks since you don’t need a special truck for each situation, but rather switch out pods, there’d be savings while at the same time makes the preparedness way better for any situation.
These systems started in Europe and are few and far between in the US. Why don’t many departments in the US do this? I cannot imagine.
Now, to show you some photos and talk a little about what we did. The pix aren’t great, but it’s because I was way to engrossed to worry with the camera! Here goes:
Just over 20 years ago, I gave birth to my first child.
Friends and family sent blankets and clothes and bouncy seats and lovely, lovely gifts to welcome our new son. It was truly an outpouring of love.
One friend (who shall remain nameless) sent me a novel to read during labor. I know, right? Yeah, I think I sent it back to her before her first child was born in case her labor was so relaxing that she felt like hunkering down with a war love story. She and I still laugh about it.
But aside from the novel, not many gifts were for me. They were for the baby. Except for the thing my sister sent me.
She sent me a dozen pairs of Victoria Secret underwear. These were not the lacy, racy types. No, they were cotton briefs – not too high cut, not too bikini cut – with a wide elastic, non-binding band. Some were solid, some patterned.
If you’ve ever been pregnant, you know what that belly can do to some underthings. Am I right?
So, it was incredible and oh, so awesome to have some spanking new drawers.
Here’s the thing – and the reason I’m writing about this today. I just tossed the last of those panties. That means that they lasted TWENTY YEARS.
Do you have undies that made it in regular rotation for 20 years? That is some staying power. And it speaks to the quality of the goods.
So tomorrow, I’m headed to Victoria Secret to buy some more and I fully expect they’ll last until 2035.
ps: not a sponsored post. totally my own rambling….
I’m waking up this morning in Vermont. It’s Andrew’s birthday and it’s the 24th of his birthdays we’ve celebrated as a couple, and the first one where we aren’t waking up in the same bed.
I’m headed home tonight, so I won’t miss it completely. But meantime, seems only right to send some birthday love across the Internet.
This photo was not taken on his birthday, actually, but it’s the closest one I can find. It was about a week before he turned 34. Or was it 33. It doesn’t matter. We were young. So young. We were at Sarah & Marc’s wedding, witnessing the beginning of their life together – one that we were honored to see re-committed just a few years back. There we were, looking a bit like characters out of Pretty Woman and daydreaming about where we were headed and if our lives would be intertwined forever. I guess we know the answer to that now.
It’s been an emotional week.
Everything is fine. We’re good. Everyone is healthy. But there is a lot of change afoot.
Our middle son is graduating from high school in less than 48 hours.
Work is busy. Good, but busy.
Patience has been tested.
Cars have been in the shop and we’ve been juggling.
New jobs have been started.
Realizations of deadlines (college med forms!) have been realized & physicals scheduled.
Camp is coming and omg we are not prepared.
It’s all good, but it has all been a bit stressful. So I was wondering, did you know that it’s virtually impossible to cry underwater? Sure, you can have an emotional upheaval. And yes, the rhythmic breathing is interrupted. But there are no tears. Or the cathartic after cry relief. Or (on the positive side) no red nose.
I didn’t go to the Dear Jerry show at Merriweather expecting to see The Dead. Those of us who enjoyed those shows, back in the day, know they can’t be replicated. No, I went to this show because I do really like the songs and I like so many of the artists who were performing.
Mickey Hart, Bill Kreutzmann’s Billy & The Kids, Bob Weir, Allen Toussaint, Buddy Miller, David Grisman, Eric Church, Grace Potter, Greensky Bluegrass, Jimmy Cliff, Jorma Kaukonen, Los Lobos, Moe., O.A.R., Peter Frampton Railroad Earth, The Disco Biscuits, Trampled By Turtles, Widespread Panic, Yonder Mountain String Band And Communion Featuring Phil Lesh, Stu Allen, Grahame Lesh, Ross James, Alex Koford, And Jason Crosby
And I also went – maybe most of all went – because Andrew wanted me to.
Here’s my review in bullet points. I’d elaborate, but I’m very tired (it was way past my bedtime) and I have work to do. But, if I don’t do this now, I won’t do it. So here goes:
Beautiful weather and I always love Merriweather. It’s pretty and they have enough bathrooms. And the food doesn’t suck too badly.
Our seats were great. I almost got crabby about the guy infringing on my right, but he backed off with the infringing.
At one point, I wanted to sit down and needed to nudge him. I said something like, “Feeling old, need to sit a minute. Can you excuse me?” And he replied “Well, for tonight, you’re not old.” and made way for me to sit. I had two thoughts: 1) I walked straight into that ugh and 2) Who says that? I assume he meant get in the flow and feel the youth and energy but what came out was, you can pretend you’re young for a night but, you actually are pretty old.
At about the beginning of hour 3, I started to become aggravated with my pavilion neighbors singing badly over the bands.
Not everyone sitting near us smelled fresh.
O.A.R. was amazing – probably my favorite.
Seeing Jimmy Cliff was incredible.
Loved Grace Potter on Friend of the Devil.
Someone said “Far Out” to me. I had no idea that anyone still said that.
If you drop your water bottle on the floor, it’s over. Because there are so many water bottles on the ground, choosing one is like Water Bottle Roulette. I chose to stay parched.
It’s fun to get out and do something different – especially smack-dab in the middle of the week. Shakes things up.
We saw so many old and new friends. Love those girls in the photo above; some I see semi-regularly. Some? It’s been years.
Communion with Phil Lesh: The Wheel > Uncle John’s Band, Standing On The Moon, Liberty
Allen Toussaint with House Band: Get Out Of My Life Woman
David Grisman with House Band & Sam Bush: Shady Grove
Peter Frampton with House Band & Bill Kreutzmann: (I’m A) Roadrunner
Buddy Miller with House Band: Deal
Jorma Kaukonen with House Band: Sugaree
Jimmy Cliff with House Band: The Harder They Come
Bob Weir, Mickey Hart, Dave Schools, Bill Kreutzmann & Jimmy Cliff with House Band: Attics Of My Life intro > Fire On The Mountain
Billy & The Kids: Help On The Way > Slipknot! > Franklin’s Tower
Disco Biscuits with Bill Kreutzmann & Tom Hamilton: Scarlet Begonias > I Know You Rider > Scarlet Begonias
O.A.R.: St. Stephen
Los Lobos with Bob Weir: Not Fade Away > Bertha
Trampled By Turtles: Brown-Eyed Women
Yonder Mountain String Band: Shakedown Street
Bob Weir with House Band: Days Between
Grace Potter, Bob Weir, Matt Burr & House Band: Friend Of The Devil
Eric Church with House Band: Tennessee Jed
Widespread Panic: Morning Dew
Bob Weir, Bill Kreutzmann & Mickey Hart: Touch Of Grey
Most Of The Evening’s Performers: Ripple