tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360870812024-03-18T19:08:34.018-04:00 chez peznora leonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060931365847924819noreply@blogger.comBlogger723125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-12026259227842865792021-01-01T16:10:00.002-05:002021-01-16T16:12:59.605-05:00Two Noras<p> I've started a new blog for my 2021 project. </p><p>I'm transcribing Grandma Nora's daily journal and adding my own thoughts. </p><p>You can find it here: <a href="https://twonoras.blogspot.com">https://twonoras.blogspot.com</a></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUzavCM7ZnjfJNChgQM_3MugK9FC7DXgs5_0ptwg1Lhgajqlu8AALZUCw7QcGQYqTBDEY-s-kfAq36dpLJJn8VrbzsNbJThmuHGWi_S1CZ_4J3bwVZcfXRLND0YTqbyvJ3XdAJnA/s280/eb24243e-7288-4dd3-9ed2-bad2784a4fe0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUzavCM7ZnjfJNChgQM_3MugK9FC7DXgs5_0ptwg1Lhgajqlu8AALZUCw7QcGQYqTBDEY-s-kfAq36dpLJJn8VrbzsNbJThmuHGWi_S1CZ_4J3bwVZcfXRLND0YTqbyvJ3XdAJnA/s0/eb24243e-7288-4dd3-9ed2-bad2784a4fe0.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-35128635453026360192020-12-31T22:58:00.003-05:002020-12-31T23:30:22.317-05:00Athbhliain faoi mhaise daoibh<p>Go mbeire muid beo ar an am seo arís ~ May we be alive at this time next year. </p><p>I decided that 2021 should be welcomed with as much luck as can be found, so I've been reading about Irish New Year traditions in an effort to help ring in the new year in style. </p><p><b>Flinging Bread Against the Door. </b></p><p>This tradition seems especially apt this year. To banish the greatly feared dangers of hunger, a piece of cake or bread is dashed against the door by the man or woman of the house, while reciting a verse that translates to: We call on famine, out as far as the land of the Turk, from tonight, to a year from tonight, and from this very night, be gone. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvzVmwxdqNECT6upCEoMySgVRE70bihUpgTX6N_H5Ezka0COUFXqQTXfOVR6T8hj7kJ8NS4XTCmzEK1sHYwGAwI2FBLC0RkpvH1asdQcsYcGv5S0VANjI0ukGkgFJTvOS2dTA7Fw/s2048/IMG_2047.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvzVmwxdqNECT6upCEoMySgVRE70bihUpgTX6N_H5Ezka0COUFXqQTXfOVR6T8hj7kJ8NS4XTCmzEK1sHYwGAwI2FBLC0RkpvH1asdQcsYcGv5S0VANjI0ukGkgFJTvOS2dTA7Fw/w480-h640/IMG_2047.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>I baked a loaf of soda bread this evening. I'll be flinging some, while saving enough for a nice midnight snack. I didn't have any buttermilk, so I curdled milk with vinegar. I'm anxious to sample it. If it's not good, I'll fling it all in to the backyard for the squirrels. </p><p><b>Clean, clean, clean. </b></p><p>Quite frankly, I tried to ignore this one, but it kept popping up. The idea is that a clean house represents a clean slate. </p><p>I spent the day cleaning and I'll admit that it is nice to look around and see some order to the madness - although my table-turned-work-area still needs some work. </p><p><b>Mistletoe, Ivy, and Holly</b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIFAyehJ75ZgWZKFJbDSROE9s5kNc9C_Ug9jQlKYR_RM5O-G-dxCateTX-JmmxUnFKH0jRn1cWxxPwzMgyI0XxaItytPe2OA_Z1ESVfg7iwY5lPBlzjfWLagaLrW1RShpwlLxpvg/s2048/IMG_2069.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1301" data-original-width="2048" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIFAyehJ75ZgWZKFJbDSROE9s5kNc9C_Ug9jQlKYR_RM5O-G-dxCateTX-JmmxUnFKH0jRn1cWxxPwzMgyI0XxaItytPe2OA_Z1ESVfg7iwY5lPBlzjfWLagaLrW1RShpwlLxpvg/w640-h406/IMG_2069.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br />People who are alone on New Year's Eve are encouraged to put a spring of holly, mistletoe, or ivy under their pillow - the tradition says that you will dream of the one you are to marry. <p></p><p>I snipped a sprig of holly from by beloved holly bush this evening. I'll keep you posted! </p><p><b>Out with the Old and In with the New. </b></p><p>This one seems to have two versions - one is to open your back door before midnight to let the old year out and to open the front door at midnight to welcome the new year in. The other version calls for entering your front door at the stroke of midnight and walking out the back. I'm planning on both, just to be safe. </p><p><b>Honoring the Dead. </b></p><p>This is the most famous tradition. On New Year's night households across Ireland set a place at the table for those lost the year before and door off the latch. </p><p>I've really been thinking about my friend Lana, who died in March. We last worked together at the Red Key three years ago this evening. I'm so sorry that I didn't push her for a photo of us together - she was busy arraigning and rearranging and making everyone feel welcome. </p><p>I've started several posts about Lana and haven't been able to properly capture her spirit - I'll make sure that I do that soon....<a href="https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/indystar/obituary.aspx?n=lana-june-seacott&pid=195941953">https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/indystar/obituary.aspx?n=lana-june-seacott&pid=195941953</a></p><p>Tomorrow I'll put a plate out for her and the others that have died this year. </p><p>In the meantime: </p><p>Misfortune Be Gone, And Happiness Come In, From Tonight To A Year From Tonight, In The Name Of The Father, And The Son, And The Holy Spirit, </p><p>Amen. </p><h3 style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(1, 1, 1); color: #010101; font-family: Karla, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-size: 1.375em; letter-spacing: 3px; line-height: 1.3; margin: 37px 0px 21px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;"><br /></h3>Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-62239648790783706482020-12-08T22:08:00.000-05:002020-12-08T22:08:43.867-05:00Another Gouda Day<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzEqhcsCybxGGR5DV-Q9KnA6gnq4VuukrFfgwmaf3LcrI1JLAWNT5BJeF56tZCnUPRL8knI5x7g7U_ux0WOklL5QtAPFOdNTh-jDdjVPfpCsjvLQ2fcZBKluO930Pqk0HopSpD4Q/s2048/IMG_1213.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzEqhcsCybxGGR5DV-Q9KnA6gnq4VuukrFfgwmaf3LcrI1JLAWNT5BJeF56tZCnUPRL8knI5x7g7U_ux0WOklL5QtAPFOdNTh-jDdjVPfpCsjvLQ2fcZBKluO930Pqk0HopSpD4Q/w480-h640/IMG_1213.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><p>I opened my Advent cheese this morning, since it it worked out so well for lunch yesterday. </p><p>The Mustard Gouda paired nicely with the ham, although I shouldn't have tried to grate it - it was way too soft. I didn't have any salad dressing and it didn't miss it at all. </p><p>I've been tried to shave WW points here and there to make up for the crazy eating that I've been doing at work. </p><p>So much candy! I'd lost nine pounds since March and have gained three of it back in the last six weeks. What the heck is wrong with me? </p><p>Tomorrow is the start of a new Weight Watchers week - my goal is to track, track, track - and ignore those delicious Reece's trees. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSaOphONZBMKh0dFmmLUOR2UTTqlGvq6fHtx9eZxSX4wz0Ue-1VQguJK8yp8fGOgODtbHmmvcXL8-Ar-_IS684tY-M20urmV3Qwq1s3pgioRUAuL9OiQyShYVm7HbJacsOLHyZQ/s2048/IMG_1214.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSaOphONZBMKh0dFmmLUOR2UTTqlGvq6fHtx9eZxSX4wz0Ue-1VQguJK8yp8fGOgODtbHmmvcXL8-Ar-_IS684tY-M20urmV3Qwq1s3pgioRUAuL9OiQyShYVm7HbJacsOLHyZQ/w480-h640/IMG_1214.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-18801676825174192932020-12-07T23:14:00.001-05:002020-12-07T23:14:34.061-05:00It's a Red Leicester Day<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF8V4-wdUziRRppRyMsgp31JEPKrBBkLy45ir6Jpg5xvZnsmwJQCZzo18LO1j4ZDvhJyhXPnQ8D1u6UzuRwh_tzlkq20wjTgHamnXcuxB00MqnkgDPtWJ-Q_M9u1B0Xk0muO_05Q/s2048/IMG_1189.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF8V4-wdUziRRppRyMsgp31JEPKrBBkLy45ir6Jpg5xvZnsmwJQCZzo18LO1j4ZDvhJyhXPnQ8D1u6UzuRwh_tzlkq20wjTgHamnXcuxB00MqnkgDPtWJ-Q_M9u1B0Xk0muO_05Q/w480-h640/IMG_1189.HEIC" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">I peeked at today's Advent cheese early this morning. It was a new one to me. A little nibble showed that it was crumbly and yummy. I grated it into my lunch salad. </span></div><p>It's amazing how fluffy half an ounce of Red Leicester cheese clouds into. </p><p>It paired really well with the arugula (some from my container patch), cucumber, Brussels sprouts, my last garden tomato, and slice of ham. </p><p>Maybe before the month is over I'll get classy and pair the cheese with wine or something...</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-DrF_QqpnwDvlXRsG941dTJsi2kV9sLUi9AnrztQu8mkBcFw1Teu0b1-sr_mE3vufenEzdEYnXCv268DwGNxwzciY3WoLnmh9Gz71WimRfo8xKpnIdb4fg_lrUk_tvbvr3C_iQ/s2048/IMG_1190.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-DrF_QqpnwDvlXRsG941dTJsi2kV9sLUi9AnrztQu8mkBcFw1Teu0b1-sr_mE3vufenEzdEYnXCv268DwGNxwzciY3WoLnmh9Gz71WimRfo8xKpnIdb4fg_lrUk_tvbvr3C_iQ/w480-h640/IMG_1190.HEIC" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p><br /><p></p>Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-90314845573872675352020-12-06T23:26:00.006-05:002020-12-06T23:26:56.069-05:00It's a Gouda Day<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8jBW3gd9TnadNpfVK1tACyLMdGANSCyqtCxeh8QwTjZQddz0GBNFGJ9wBG7W6kF1MAx1G_tootePzGRRZ15i6wRrAVj4UtcxDADzxl_i5ckFSBe1AUgX2QVE0WAwcnhyphenhyphenQfsmcw/s2048/IMG_1186.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8jBW3gd9TnadNpfVK1tACyLMdGANSCyqtCxeh8QwTjZQddz0GBNFGJ9wBG7W6kF1MAx1G_tootePzGRRZ15i6wRrAVj4UtcxDADzxl_i5ckFSBe1AUgX2QVE0WAwcnhyphenhyphenQfsmcw/w640-h480/IMG_1186.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div>Today was a good day. <p></p><p>I'm a cheese purist at heart. I ate this beautiful slice of gouda as is. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2ENflQMfprOJylpW2Odl0JbXxx2tuq3SMKSnLBUtPt_4lwTkjQPZeG3scg9gxqg5rXxWsAOwz3hlyeRY7PbTME6m-VVJchLple0dn2Ot0FsiPSrKDZc6vJ9DKWsn_qEvHy_jQw/s2048/IMG_1188.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2ENflQMfprOJylpW2Odl0JbXxx2tuq3SMKSnLBUtPt_4lwTkjQPZeG3scg9gxqg5rXxWsAOwz3hlyeRY7PbTME6m-VVJchLple0dn2Ot0FsiPSrKDZc6vJ9DKWsn_qEvHy_jQw/w640-h480/IMG_1188.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><br /><p></p>Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-60991430442990914122020-12-05T16:41:00.003-05:002020-12-05T16:42:11.019-05:00Onion and chive cheddar-icky<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SlOg_W3e3n5k3Qh07MGuyZq-pXihoySomjMTkqh33LSEuG-AxPojPCE5-tKYpcF2Se2jkNbf98L1xOsvVuNikULQ5D-ush3e_bYCqVO4wHFrMnayvXU3I6rPU13Ed1v2pEJgsA/s2048/IMG_1130.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SlOg_W3e3n5k3Qh07MGuyZq-pXihoySomjMTkqh33LSEuG-AxPojPCE5-tKYpcF2Se2jkNbf98L1xOsvVuNikULQ5D-ush3e_bYCqVO4wHFrMnayvXU3I6rPU13Ed1v2pEJgsA/w480-h640/IMG_1130.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /></div>I suppose it was inevitable - I met a cheese I don't like. Today's Advent cheese was laced with onion and chive - aren't those the same thing? <p></p><p>I'm in the small camp that believes that onions aren't food. </p><p>I tried to balance it out with slices of my last garden tomato and the peppery arugula that it still growing in it's covered container. </p><p>I couldn't do it. I took a nibble to say that I tried it. The onionness was too much. </p><p>Cheers to tomorrow's cheese! </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhafA7xZx9MA2BZiqPy9tGAdhtdstsUD0pC9tUgTsbusljJnfG3lJMdFL6sfuPt0hiZOVoNzmuSPkXrUk-8WtBwKo0Pfjm4LyiKhcdaBYsZtaUP3bFNEDpoiYvYTt7EZQTt7eM0kw/s2048/IMG_1141+2.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1925" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhafA7xZx9MA2BZiqPy9tGAdhtdstsUD0pC9tUgTsbusljJnfG3lJMdFL6sfuPt0hiZOVoNzmuSPkXrUk-8WtBwKo0Pfjm4LyiKhcdaBYsZtaUP3bFNEDpoiYvYTt7EZQTt7eM0kw/w602-h640/IMG_1141+2.jpeg" width="602" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-3201815619725049672020-12-04T22:07:00.000-05:002020-12-04T22:07:05.588-05:00Another Gouda Day<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-6h79aDoubsXAxCKTrnUVAKsJaj8PQUpDgFOw_oXFw8wxYl_gWFQQ44aWaXPWgPZWL2POqfang-KpKMZ9as3UcppAUgKts2LmWWrt4peTnMIYXgTg128GcPFRpEUI4bh_MVKHw/s2048/IMG_1126.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-6h79aDoubsXAxCKTrnUVAKsJaj8PQUpDgFOw_oXFw8wxYl_gWFQQ44aWaXPWgPZWL2POqfang-KpKMZ9as3UcppAUgKts2LmWWrt4peTnMIYXgTg128GcPFRpEUI4bh_MVKHw/w480-h640/IMG_1126.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Today's Advent cheese surprise was Mediterranean Gouda. It had little flecks of um, Mediterranean stuff. I wound up just nibbling at it while baking cookies. <p></p><p>I worked a little later this evening. I try not to grouse too much about going to work in the dark and coming home in the dark, but it's hard to stay motivated. </p><p>My goal for this evening was to do some inside holiday decorating. </p><p>I didn't manage to do a lick of decorating. Or cleaning. </p><p>I did bake another batch of Snickerdoodles and popped them in the freezer. That counts for something, right? </p><p>I'm working at Second Helpings early tomorrow morning and the Red Key tomorrow evening. Tomorrow's at-home chore list is small - eat cheese! </p>Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-5601540972607212172020-12-03T19:32:00.002-05:002020-12-03T19:33:17.174-05:00Gouda Evening! <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTbAp53gHZvWfGgr0CHdQsrHZ2dsmPrSFiLIswhcjFkxkCpZeRm12o9BkYzyM5fV5cLOCCXPe-4k2EO20G9jlmRIS-S9zg7kvrhVzLf8vkwP0b933Ukr7r4UPGBUY4uSk_3rR9Pw/s2048/IMG_1120.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTbAp53gHZvWfGgr0CHdQsrHZ2dsmPrSFiLIswhcjFkxkCpZeRm12o9BkYzyM5fV5cLOCCXPe-4k2EO20G9jlmRIS-S9zg7kvrhVzLf8vkwP0b933Ukr7r4UPGBUY4uSk_3rR9Pw/w480-h640/IMG_1120.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Happy December 3rd...or Black Pepper Gouda Day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My intention was to melt whatever the cheese of the day was on to a serving of turkey chili for my dinner, but somehow black pepper cheese on chili didn't sound appetizing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm really struggling with my weight. I'd stayed at my Weight Watchers goal weight for three years and let it go to hell two years ago. Somehow I've managed to lose six pounds during the pandemic and just need to lose four more to get back to my goal weight. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've really been buckling down on counting points and trying not to blow the progress I've made, but it's been a struggle the last two months. We have so much candy floating around Second Helpings and I've been baking.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZ5YwChOY_AeKUYdL_SdEYLrwrOX1K5f8JQqsyuzwMiKjcvPvf4C-yAyqmd7VSqTomUMqMoo62Qzx0nUE6iTdAk1pD8tgJm_wZE5Rq4TBKdWHsg4_atcdJp0nXNrbPY0qVfj-BA/s2048/IMG_1121.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZ5YwChOY_AeKUYdL_SdEYLrwrOX1K5f8JQqsyuzwMiKjcvPvf4C-yAyqmd7VSqTomUMqMoo62Qzx0nUE6iTdAk1pD8tgJm_wZE5Rq4TBKdWHsg4_atcdJp0nXNrbPY0qVfj-BA/w480-h640/IMG_1121.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> I tried to make this meal last....the next struggle is not to sample the Snickerdoodles I'm baking....I wouldn't take any bets on my willpower. <p></p>Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-27558598147051768472020-12-02T20:30:00.010-05:002020-12-03T16:41:14.019-05:00Hello Cheese! <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1fzvYVUTNsBeQud2SwdyLRoVQ92FM8Xw5Xfe11z86a4FUzXjyYGIlYQ2gJsY1tE0vCsS0uezigHA6GIJeamyIwED4d710WmMAf6hgDjf5Al6Rf8DQjlcJ3-BdPI-EhSojVCwKA/s2048/IMG_1109.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1fzvYVUTNsBeQud2SwdyLRoVQ92FM8Xw5Xfe11z86a4FUzXjyYGIlYQ2gJsY1tE0vCsS0uezigHA6GIJeamyIwED4d710WmMAf6hgDjf5Al6Rf8DQjlcJ3-BdPI-EhSojVCwKA/w480-h640/IMG_1109.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The pandemic has caused me question some of the things I held close to my heart. <p></p><p>As much as I'm a collector of things....I'm lookin' at you PEZ...I've never been one to stockpile food or paper goods or cleaning supplies. My mantra <strike>is</strike> was, "I live in the 17th largest city in the country, there is no need to buy ahead." </p><p>Boy was I wrong. </p><p>I quickly regretted my habit of not buying another package of toilet paper before I was down to one roll, which led to me being grateful of my habit of keeping a box of tissues in every room. </p><p>And I didn't want to be in the stores more than necessary so stopping at the market just to pick up one or two things felt crazy, even dangerous. I now have a running grocery list and after work on Wednesdays has become my shopping day. The fact that the new fun stuff in Aldi's "aisle of surprises" shows up on Wednesday is a bonus. </p><p>Having food in the cupboard and freezer has led to me cooking more than my standby meals. This summer I was obsessed with rhubarb. I even planted some this fall, hoping for a next summer harvest. </p><p>It's the season for my <a href="https://nora-leona.blogspot.com/search?q=cranberry" target="_blank">obsession for cranberries</a> and have gone a little nuts buying bags of the tart fruit. Last week I made Grandma Leona's cranberry salad and experimented with baking cranberry-lemon bars. </p><p>I still have three bags of cranberries in the fridge and two in the freezer. </p><p>This morning I cooked down a bag of cranberries with the zest of one lemon and a tablespoon of sugar and a bit of water. Delicious! </p><p>This evening it was the perfect topping to today's Advent cheese. </p><p>*I just realized that my fingers are the same color as the ham. Ewww! </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_KVUxm4CNono6KVi9u-6ebgaOqzqAWU3vT0hXOIx7xs2Q8nMhbasIfw7C4s2TO56MZcaAvEvc8SbbkFKCYY5pJh8Huf4H8n5EIwPn6oqxu_gu_h0pmxFCvXMft8CUL17o24YZ_A/s2048/IMG_1116.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_KVUxm4CNono6KVi9u-6ebgaOqzqAWU3vT0hXOIx7xs2Q8nMhbasIfw7C4s2TO56MZcaAvEvc8SbbkFKCYY5pJh8Huf4H8n5EIwPn6oqxu_gu_h0pmxFCvXMft8CUL17o24YZ_A/w300-h400/IMG_1116.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJx4UeZuO_Z_z4CWgB7jqJfiz-NfemSFOC4q1I3FPtXKZkdReV4YviZNbZnRgg6_NpSd3WShg14ITMj4HmFWf8AOvu200nSBk7fC9W_Me68U5iQqhM6qj-FjRnufhFwsKMX3caA/s2048/IMG_1112.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJx4UeZuO_Z_z4CWgB7jqJfiz-NfemSFOC4q1I3FPtXKZkdReV4YviZNbZnRgg6_NpSd3WShg14ITMj4HmFWf8AOvu200nSBk7fC9W_Me68U5iQqhM6qj-FjRnufhFwsKMX3caA/w300-h400/IMG_1112.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /><br /></p>Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-22126153167006949422020-12-01T20:14:00.003-05:002020-12-02T20:31:10.621-05:00Countdown to Christmas....or one day closer to 2020 being over? <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuZEQAL5WTqlyCAs1RvV2WSxkM2fWChs13hEVV1XKXa42Lg_Yevpr_tBR0G54a3DcD-7tKInQOtLTFTL5dA_fYkJFIaN1rZJ3lAbA6mkdUKiCqunCTKw4HeMULsVfZZi8kyfmOA/s2048/IMG_1099.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuZEQAL5WTqlyCAs1RvV2WSxkM2fWChs13hEVV1XKXa42Lg_Yevpr_tBR0G54a3DcD-7tKInQOtLTFTL5dA_fYkJFIaN1rZJ3lAbA6mkdUKiCqunCTKw4HeMULsVfZZi8kyfmOA/w480-h640/IMG_1099.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll totally admit that my was attitude this morning - we were one day closer to the end of this crazy year. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On the way to work all I could think about was getting back home to my cheese Advent calendar. Wouldn't you? And I'd shown great restraint in last the two weeks that it had been peering back at me in the refrigerator. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On the way to the promise of Edam it turned out to be a great day - a real slice of the great things that happen at Second Helpings each day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's Giving Tuesday so there were the happy sounds of thank you calls to <a href="www.secondhelpings.org" target="_blank">Second Helpings </a>donors happening around me. We may have set a new record for pounds of food rescued in one day. Volunteers and my co-workers made thousands of meals that will be distributed at no cost to the community. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am constantly blown away of the support the community shows to Second Helpings. I got to field a phone call for a generous financial donation, coordinate a pasta donation, and marvel at all of the beautiful food that is donated. 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May your countdown to Christmas be full of light and cheese. <br /><br /> <p></p>Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-17479439705219316162020-05-19T11:46:00.001-04:002020-05-19T11:46:50.150-04:00birthday. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Being in your 50s is one thing, but 59 is barreling straight toward being in your 60s. Not that there is anything wrong with that, it just doesn't seem like it could be true. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I have wonderful friends, my parents and siblings are all healthy and we all love each other, I have terrific and rewarding job/s, I have a lovely home, and I (mostly) like myself. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">One of goals for this last year of my 50s is to get in better shape. I met my weight goal three years ago (thanks to WW) and held steady for two years and then </span></span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">whoosh! </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I could blame last year's broken ankle, the cake recipe I was testing for the State Fair, slowing </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(28, 30, 33); white-space: pre-wrap;">metabolism, work....any number of things. My disappoint in my self if that I know what to do. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I decided to kick off my new year by starting to do something about it. I walk/jogged the </span><a href="https://www.500festival.com/running/mini-marathon/" style="caret-color: rgb(28, 30, 33); white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank">Mini-Marathon</a> this morning. All 13.1 miles in my small house, pajamas, and bare feet. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I took today off and my plan was to walk through the neighborhoods to downtown and back. But it was raining. My back ached. I was hungry. Where were my ear buds? I could tell that I was losing steam and was ready scrap the idea. </span></span></div>
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On social media I see so many friends tackling big projects while they're sheltering at home. Making quilts, painting furniture, landscaping, homeschooling, cleaning out their garages.....doing big stuff.<br />
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Even though I'm still working full-time at <a href="https://www.secondhelpings.org/" target="_blank">Second Helpings</a>, I'm not working Saturday nights at the <a href="https://www.redkeytavern.com/" target="_blank">Red Key</a> or the occasional Sunday at <a href="https://marigoldclothing.myshopify.com/" target="_blank">Marigold</a>. I don't have any writing deadlines, I can go to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHqae9HGV8cIDqTrwe7-jDQ" target="_blank">Mass</a> on my own schedule, and any concerts or parties have been cancelled.<br />
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Since I have an abundance of energy in regular times, you'd think I'd channel it and all of my free time into painting the house or starting a novel or scanning the boxes of photographs in my closet or writing letters or organizing my Christmas ornaments or cataloging the PEZ collection....or even keeping up with Words With Friends and birthdays greetings on Facebook.<br />
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I spent the first few weeks overwhelmed and tired. <a href="https://www.secondhelpings.org/news/" target="_blank">Second Helpings is doing amazing things</a> and we were working seven days a week in a combination of onsite and at-home shifts and conference calls and planning.<br />
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Leaving the house and coming home felt exhausting. I leave my shoes and anything that I was bringing home on the porch, take my clothes off inside the door, run to wash my hands, sanitize the door knob and my keys, toss my clothes down the laundry chute, shower, sanitize my watch and jewelry and glasses, start laundry, sanitize my purse and lunch bag on the porch and fall into bed.<br />
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Not that I was sleeping well. I was waking up several times a night in a panic - taking my temperature and realizing that I was hot because the cat was laying on my head or was shivering because the blankets had fallen away. Worrying about <a href="https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/symptoms-testing/symptoms.html" target="_blank">COVID-19 symptoms</a> messes with you dang head.<br />
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I've certainly settled down. Work has evened out. It's a true testament to how nimble Second Helpings is that we pivoted overnight in how we deliver meals to the community. Not to mention doubling the number of people that we're serving.<br />
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I'm sleeping (mostly) through the night and I no longer obsessively take my temperature (now just before I leave the house).<br />
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I was feeling guilty that I didn't have a good answer to the question that invariably comes up in Zoom meetings, "what are you doing to keep yourself busy?" Answering "laundry and keeping the cat alive" doesn't seem ambitious enough.<br />
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I finally realized that getting through this is a big enough accomplishment in itself. In order to quit feeling like an underachiever I've given myself a list of small things that I can do to feel like I've accomplished something.<br />
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This evening I separated a jar of coins from the buttons, pocket lint, and safety pins that had collected there. I went as far as rolling the pennies and separating the Euros from the Canadian coins.<br />
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Look at me go!<br />
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Back in February - that seems so long ago - when I gave up booze for Lent and gave myself a Saint Patrick's Day dispensation, I assumed that I'd be drinking Irish whiskey in a crowd and toasting with friends today.<br />
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Boy was I wrong! We're in the midst of social distancing and staying home to attempt to curb the devastation of <a href="https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/index.html?CDC_AA_refVal=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.cdc.gov%2Fcoronavirus%2Findex.html" target="_blank">COVID-19 </a><br />
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I worked from home today. I got a great deal done and am close to cleaning out my email queue. I took a big walk after work - keeping at least six feet from people. It was great to soak in some sunshine and see other folks, even if I didn't talk to anyone.<br />
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I decided to have my own Saint Patrick's Day celebration. My dinner consisted of an Irish banger, steamed carrots with a pat of Kerrygold butter, potato salad, and pea shoots served on a Belleek plate. I put the mustard in a little pot from an Irish pottery company. Guinness and a wee pinch of Tullamore Dew rounded out the meal.<br />
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Oddly, I'm having a hard time finishing the beer and whiskey. Probably just as well. Tomorrow is a new day of work that is sure to bring even new challenges. I'm proud of the way that <a href="https://www.secondhelpings.org/" target="_blank">Second Helpings</a> is reacting to the crisis. You can read more about that by clicking here: <a href="https://www.secondhelpings.org/4-days-ago/" target="_blank">https://www.secondhelpings.org/4-days-ago </a><br />
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In the meantime, take care of yourself and wash your damn hands!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sláinte mhaith!</span>Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-70073643404294672172020-02-25T22:43:00.000-05:002020-02-25T22:43:06.433-05:00Happy Pancake Tuesday! <br />
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Today I was contemplating how to celebrate Shrove Tuesday - or Fat Tuesday or Mardi Gras - all names for Ash Wednesday Eve.<br />
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As kids we took full advantage of getting in one last shot at whatever you pledged to give up for Lent. It was the time for one last chance to pinch your sister or roll your eyes at your brother or to savor a coveted chocolate bar. Mom would make a special meal that included dessert and we would whoop it up, Boone County farm kid style.<br />
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I still take Lent very seriously, not only giving something up (usually booze) but trying to do something extra (typically pledging to write notes to folks to let them know how much I appreciate them).<br />
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This evening, I considered my stand-by walking to the Red Key for a Jameson whiskey or driving to a fast food joint for French fries and a diet soda. I'm giving up the drink this year - both booze* and diet soda.<br />
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I remembered reading that the Irish celebrate by eating pancakes. According to lore, the tradition started because you needed to use up your eggs and sugar - things that were not allowed to be consumed during Lent. <a href="https://www.rte.ie/brainstorm/2020/0224/1117313-pancake-shrove-tuesday-ireland-folklore-history/" target="_blank">I really enjoyed this explanation. </a><br />
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As luck would have it, I had all of the ingredients at home. In the spirit of using things up, I added lime zest to the batter and made lime syrup.<br />
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I poured my diet Pepsi in an Apollo glass in honor of <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2020/02/24/science/katherine-johnson-dead.html" target="_blank">Katherine Johnson</a>, who died yesterday. I used my Lord's Prayer glass for my carefully-measured ounce of Irish whiskey.<br />
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I think it was a pretty decent way to celebrate Shrove Tuesday. Although I'd totally pinch my one of my sisters if I happened to see one of them in the next hour and a half. <br />
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Wonder how many pancakes are being consumed in Ireland today? Here is the surprisingly precise number: <br />
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*I'm reserving the right for a Saint Patrick's Day dispensation.<br />
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My 2019 resolutions included refinancing Chez Pez to a shorter term mortgage, getting back to my WW goal weight, firing up the blog again, keeping a houseplant alive, and making a will.<br />
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I seem to have discovered my green thumb and the plants are flourishing, as are the cuttings I've grown from them. The house is starting to look like it's occupied by a plant hoarder.<br />
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I signed my new mortgage (knocking almost 10 years off), just under the wire, on December 20. Last week, after a whiskey (mine not hers), I mentioned the will to the attorney that will make it happen, so that sort-of counts.<br />
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Getting back to my WW goal ain't gonna happen in the next two hours, so here we are, at the 11th hour, updating the blog.<br />
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I wouldn't be sharing any of this with you, if not for a visit from the Morrows and a promise to <a href="http://cliffmorrow.blogspot.com/">Cliff</a> that I would update the blog before the year was over.<br />
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I'd been feeling a little blue this fall...nothing specific, just in a funk.<br />
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In October I was lucky enough to be invited to the <a href="https://nora-leona.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow.html" target="_blank">twins</a> 11th birthday celebration - visiting the haunted house at the Children's Museum. I was looking forward to it - hanging with Tammy and kiddos in costumes and I'd never been to the haunted house.<br />
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Even though we had timed tickets the line wrapped up a ramp and into a room and then another room. I was in a panic - I was clearly going to be late for work - did I bail or were we almost to the main event? Ultimately I stayed in line, but I was feeling the stress of being late but not wanting to ruin the party.<br />
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I wound up being an hour late to work. I'm not known for my timeliness, but this was an all time record. I hoped off the bus and raced into the front door of the Red Key making apologies as I went. As I was trotting towards the back of the tavern to hang up my jacket I whooshed by a table and and mumbled "hey Cliff." By the time I took two more steps it dawned on me....Cliff and Marilyn were sitting at the Red Key - and they live in Nebraska!<br />
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I hadn't seen them since <a href="https://nora-leona.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogstock-08.html" target="_blank">Blogstock</a> in 2008.<br />
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They were kind enough to route their vacation through Indianapolis on a Saturday night to visit me at the Red Key! I was gobsmacked at their generosity!<br />
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And I swear that I've been in a better mood ever since then. Their thoughtfulness in planning their trip to include a surprise visit flipped a switch in my brain. It has reminded me of the power of face-to-face visits and friendship.<br />
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I've been making an effort to have more visiting time recently and all visitors are welcome here...except maybe for the possum currently residing on my porch - that's a post for another time.<br />
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Big thanks to Cliff and Marilyn for coming to Indianapolis. I can't begin to tell you how much it meant to me.<br />
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Here's to a great 2020 and another resolution crossed off the list - with almost two hours to spare!<br />
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Cheers!<br />
<br />Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-75296098667654111522016-11-11T11:23:00.000-05:002016-11-14T22:16:03.670-05:00big chill<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I'm sharing 20 memories in honor of living in my house for 20 years. This is #11</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Some people get geeked out over classic cars - I'm all about vintage <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">appliances...<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and the things that go with th<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">em.This s<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">tove is what started my obsession. I<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">t is a <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Frigidaire made by General Motors. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This General Electric fridge was my first vintage refrigerator and we had seven good years together. After it gave up the ghost I thought I wanted something newer. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;">And it was fine. I've never needed a lot of sleep. I was the kid reading under the covers with a flashlight when I was young. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Then one night I just woke up. Wide awake. For no reason. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">It happened again and again and again, night after night after night. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">In those days, um, nights - I'm guessing it was about 15 years ago - I would get dressed and head out the door to walk through the neighborhood. In retrospect it wasn't the safest thing to do, but I was never worried. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">I had my little route, I'd zigzag through about a six block area always having in mind who's porch I'd run onto if I felt afraid. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">One early morning I as I was looking at posters in the window of <a href="http://www.lunamusic.net/">LUNA music</a> I saw a guy sitting on the bench on the corner. I sort of recognized him and we struck up a conversation. As it turned out his wife was part of my extended circle of friends. Tom and I had a nice chat at 3:00 AM. That's how all friendships start, right? </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Now I'm a little wiser about my middle of the night adventures. After reading <a href="http://slumberwise.com/science/your-ancestors-didnt-sleep-like-you/">this article</a> I started embracing the idea of a "second sleep." I will get up and do dishes or read or make my lunch for the next day. I might get as far as my backyard, but no more wandering the neighborhood. </span></span><br />
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<br />Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-89526087682862392122016-11-09T22:02:00.001-05:002016-11-09T22:02:53.940-05:00best job ever! <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;">I'm sharing 20 memories in honor of living in my house for 20 years. Here is #9....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Before I held my sweet niece for the first time 16.5 years ago I seriously didn't know that I could love anyone that much. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I worry that I don't spend enough time with them. No excuses - between my jobs and other obligations and their sports schedules and school and social lives and the fact that they don't need babysitting any more we need to work on time together. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I could spend all night posting photographs of these smart, kind, amazing people....I'm also aware that they might not want a ton of pictures of their young selves for all of the world to see. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.2px;">. </span>Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-26685889932072756602016-11-07T22:56:00.001-05:002016-11-09T00:08:39.755-05:00election day. <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;">I'm sharing 20 memories in honor of living in my house for 20 years. Here is #8. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I love Election Day! I always pick out a <a href="http://nora-leona.blogspot.com/2008/05/election-day-accessories.html">special voting outfit</a> - this year it is a Statue of Liberty skirt, black top, boots, and my favorite accessory: the "I Like Everyone" pin. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I know that I have voted in every single presidential and general election since I was eligible to vote. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The first presidential election I voted in was in 1980 and I was a freshman at Purdue. I can't swear that the polling place was in my dorm, but it very may well have been. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It went off road that year and voted for John Anderson. I liked Jimmy Carter okay, but he didn't seem too exciting and I couldn't wrap my head around Ronald Reagan. Why I found Anderson exciting I don't know. In my defense I was 19 years old. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This year I even accessorized the house - red, white, and blue lights across the house and red, white, and blue paper lanterns on the porch. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I try to make sure that I'm as well informed as I can be. I've <a href="http://nora-leona.blogspot.com/2007/11/noras-neighborhood.html">never been a straight ticket</a> voter, I do my best to vote for the person that I think can do the best job. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Today was my fifth time voting in a national election since I've lived at Chez Pez. Toss in the <a href="http://nora-leona.blogspot.com/2008/05/primary-election-day.html">national primaries</a> and "off year" elections and primaries, I've voted in basement of the church down the street with the red door than I have anywhere else. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The church is only five blocks away and I swear each time that I'm going to walk to vote. I've only managed to do that four times in the last 20 years. I'm usually cutting it too close to when I need to be on the road for work so I drive. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This morning I arrived at 7:15 which was perfect timing. The long line from the 6:00 am folks was over and I breezed right in. The great thing about living in one place so long is that everyone knows your name. Don't worry - I still had to show my identification. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Last week when Tammy asked if I could watch the <a href="http://nora-leona.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow.html">twins</a> on Election Night my knee-jerk reaction was "no way!" There were results to watch, whiskey to drink, and possibly champagne to pop. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Then I realized that the company of two eight-year olds would be the best company for the evening. Not to get all sappy and stuff but I'm counting on that generation for a lot of things. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Eight years ago I'd been to a watch party in the neighborhood where the hosts cleverly had maps and crayons so we could color in the states as they declared who won each state. By the way, I totally stole Kirsten's idea this year...anyway.....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I met up with Tammy at the Red Key on my way home. She was coming back to the neighborhood after being with the twins at the NICU As Tammy and I watched the returns on the slightly fuzzy television at the bar where talking politics is frowned upon she told me how excited she was that her kids would grow up in a time where having an African-American president was a reality. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I wondered if we'd ever see a woman on the ballot in our lifetime. Tammy was confident that we would and she was right. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I brought maps and crayons and candy for the kids thinking we'd color in the states and watch the returns. Art, geography, math, and civics all with one page and two crayons. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Exciting, right? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I quickly realized I was out of touch with the eight year-old citizens of my district. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I couldn't compete with Madeline and games. But that was okay. We did talk about the electoral college and who was winning and what the governor and senators do and such. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As I type we're still not sure who will be the next president. I do know that no matter who wins, hearing the news with a stinky pair of little feet on my lap and a snoring kiddo attached to them gives me hope. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">p.s. - I said this four years ago and I still believe it. </span><br />
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Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-5623808480863520232016-11-07T22:56:00.000-05:002016-11-08T08:30:57.856-05:00matt. <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">I'm sharing 20 memories in honor of living in my house for 20 years. Here is #7. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">I was chatting with my neighbor Kipp last night about recounting the memories of the last twenty years in the house. I was telling him that I was feeling sad thinking about friends and relatives that have died and disappointed in myself that I haven't done more to the house or in life or whatever. He pointed out that I'm "feeling all of the feels." </span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px;">Part of the issue is that I'm not an introspective person by nature. I seem to have a decent ability to keep moving along. I wake up each day in a good mood no matter how I was feeling when I went to bed (or cried myself to sleep or whatever the case may be). </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">If you've ever taken the <a href="http://strengths.gallup.com/110440/About-StrengthsFinder-20.aspx">StrenghsFinder</a> assessment you won't be surprised to learn that my #1 strength is <a href="http://www.strengthsbase.com/blog/the-good-and-the-bad-strengthsfinder-theme-positivity">Positivity</a>. Being positive all of the time is mostly a great thing. I don't spend a lot of time worrying about what might go wrong. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">Being constantly positive also has it drawbacks. I'm never sure when to let anything go, whether it be a relationship, job, lawn mower - I just know that I can make it right! It also means that I tend to remember the pleasant events more than the sad ones. </span></span></span><br />
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I first meet Matt when we were both selling beer for a craft beer distributor twenty years ago. I soon realized that Matt was everywhere. At various times since we'd met, we'd played poker together, worked across the street from each other, sat next to each other at boxing matches, attended the same concers and tended for each other’s cats.</div>
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We took turns being across from each other at various counters and bars– sometimes me waiting on Matt, sometimes Matt waiting on me – sometimes both in the same day. Most fun were the times we were sitting on the same side of the bar. Those meetings typically weren’t planned, but you always knew that Matt was good for excellent conversation and that you were sure to have at least one belly laugh and leave with a bunch of random Indianatastic facts. If the conversation involved meat or chocolate or newspapers or books or beer, all the more better.</div>
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Matt was delightfully curmudgeonly. He was well-versed in the things that caught his fancy and opinionated in things that I didn't know you could have an opinion about. If he dug his heels in the ground, there was no budging him. I finally gave up in asking him to have decaf coffee brewed in the morning at the Newsstand Café. He didn’t let differing opinions get in the way of a good conversation or friendship. In the middle of a debate, he’d throw in a charming wink.</div>
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Matt was one of those ‘all in’ guys. He didn’t do anything halfway. We swapped cat feeding chores over the years. I would dutifully feed his cat, fetch the mail and turn on lights while he was out of town and hightail it out of his house to the next thing. </div>
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Matt would camp out at my house while I was out of town; keeping my Felix company, enjoying sleeping on my ancient sofa, exploring my stacks of books, and the adventure of living a few blocks away for the week.</div>
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For years we worked across the street from each other at 52nd Street and College Avenue. Atlas Food Market was on the same corner. After the fixtures and contents of the Market were auctioned off, Matt realized that they hadn’t sold the wooden sign from the alley side of the building. Matt plotted rescuing the sign for months, but he felt the time was never quite right – which drove me nuts. Matt was deliberate and thoughtful about projects, a right–tool-for-the-right-job type of guy. I’m a dive in and pound-nails-in-the-wall-with-the-heels-of-my-cowboy-boots sort of woman. </div>
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One evening, after yet another conversation about the sign, I excused myself, drove around the corner, parked next to the building, hopped in the back of my truck, and crowbar’ed the sign down. Ten minutes later I returned to report that the sign was ready to deliver to his house. It is now on the wall of Twenty Tap, across the street from where Atlas used to sit. </div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.2px;">Matt was always among the last to leave my St. Valentine's Day parties. He was great at keeping the conversation going and people entertained. Throughout the years he helped push Tammy's Jeep out of the snow, hauled beer off my porch into the bathtub so it wouldn't freeze, and was all around helpful. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.2px;">Matt was a charming escort. And not just because he owned a tuxedo. I dragged him to various fancy fundraisers over the years and he could always make me feel comfortable. I tended to wig out over those events – and convince myself that I don’t belong and I’m not wearing the right dress – you get the picture. By the time Matt and I figured out who’s vehicle could actually hold a passenger (we’re both notorious messy car folks), who’s car was mechanically sound enough to get us downtown, and if we had enough cash to park the car and tip the bartender, I was a mess. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.2px;">My very favorite Matt memory comes from one of those nights. I was feeling especially tense. I’d already spent $300 on tickets, purchased a fancy dress, and was missing my Red Key shift so I wasn't making money. I was feeling particularly poor and out of place. </span></div>
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There was wine on the tables, but I’m not a wine drinker – wine tends to make my face red and my mood morose – not something you want when you’re already feeling weird and out of place. Matt excused himself, walked to the bar across the street and sauntered back to the gala with a glass of my favorite whiskey. A man at the table remarked, “Wow, he must really love you.”</div>
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I did love and admire Matt. After spending time with him my heart always felt full -- from the gratitude of living in a community that allows you to meet folks like Matt, and the joy of making strong grown-up friendships. </div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">The temperature</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;"> was below zero and I felt terrible for the folks on the west side. I let everyone know that my house was open for cell phone charging, hand warming, coffee drinking, bathroom using, and even sleeping. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">That first day I heard a huge crash. A tree had fallen my neighbor to the north's house and sheared off the power box to this house. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">As you can imagine, he was gobsmacked and discombobulated. I called the power company for him and they said that the box would need to be repaired before they could come out and w</span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">ith whole chunks of the city out of electricity fixing one household was way down on their priority list. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I talked him though calling his insurance agent who called a repair man to fix the box - in a day or two. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I gathered all of my extension cords, plugged them in to a basement outlet, snaked them through the dryer outlet and stretched them to the neighbor's house in an effort to keep his pipes from freezing. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I invited the neighbor...I was fairly confident that his first name was Al, but had no idea of his last....to sleep on my sofa. He doesn't have any immediate family and his closest relatives lived out of state. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">He was a thoughtful guest, but I think he was a little bored. I don't have a television in the living room and I wasn't comfortable inviting him to watch a show in my bedroom. He didn't seem to be a reader and we weren't coming up with any conversation topics that seemed to take. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">On the second night I introduced him to Netflix on my laptop. He was thrilled to watch Westerns and I could retreat to my room with out feeling too guilty. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">On the fifth day, finally, Al got his power restored. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I'm still not sure of his last name.....</span></span></span><br />
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Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-87371325248648684962016-11-05T23:32:00.001-04:002016-11-06T22:48:32.002-05:00chez pez pez<img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmM14MktzNulRfMTusCvL16ov8GF-VOvNl-jvlG-2FQ3aQedLLlxg2BOyvu4yunYQa81T-Osp21merZKzt0dGt7WYSjh2EWDBREKieEadiMIxaH4upKvtOhaXnaoXNB6VjCc9wnA/s400/Pez.JPG" width="400" /><br />
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I'm sharing 20 memories in honor of living in my house for 20 years. This is #5.<br />
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What's up with the Chez Pez title of the blog you ask?<br />
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I live in the house of Pez. For real.<br />
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Like all collections it started with just a few. I had about ten of 'em lined up on the frame over the door.<br />
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My house is a one-story double - the other side is a mirror set up. Living room flows into the dining room to a hallway. To the right is the kitchen door, a few feet later the bathroom door, and the bedroom door at the end of the hallway.<br />
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That long hallway wall was just begging for something big.<br />
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Dad had just salvaged church pews and crown molding and lots of other wood from a church building that was being torn down to make way for the new <a href="http://www.indypl.org/locations/college/">College Ave Library.</a> He cut two inches off of the top of the crown molding, flipped it, and screwed it to the top. Viola! The perfect display shelf for Pez.<br />
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We joked that I would never collect enough Pez to fill the ten foot shelf.<br />
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As you can see, "famous last words" is starting to be a theme with these memories.<br />
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I now have four shelves, the top two are 12 feet long and they're stuffed with Pez. And I have boxes more stored away.<br />
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I can't keep up with all of the new Pez dispensers. So many movies license with Pez now and it seems like there is a new batch out every week!<br />
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My favorites are the Bicentennial series from 1976.<br />
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My Batman - with a cape- won the first place ribbon at the Indiana State Fair this year. I love it when all of my favorite things collide!Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-26476709734214342182016-11-04T17:00:00.000-04:002016-11-05T11:57:22.256-04:00don't look a gift horse in the mouth....<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;">In honor of living in my house for 20 years, I'm sharing 20 memories. Here's #4. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">As a housewarming/Christmas gift my parents purchased a washer and dryer for me. Even back in those days I was a shop local sort of person. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">There is a family owned appliance store on the East side of downtown where I found a nice new Maytag set. When I made the arrangements at the store they said that for $50 they would deliver, haul the old set away, and connect everything. When I mentioned that part to Dad he said to cancel that part, after all he had a truck. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Classic "famous last words." </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Mom and Dad picked me up about an hour before the store closed and we wedged into the cab of the truck. We had a make a stop at a drive through to grab food for someone that needed to eat before we went any farther. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">We arrived at the store about 15 minutes before they closed. Having worked in retail and food service I know how everyone is antsy to leave at that point. The staff was super nice and offered to help load the washer and dryer into the truck and directed Dad to the dock. Dad backed up the truck....into a car in parking lot.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">It took time to sort all that out and exchange insurance information and such. By now it's 20 minutes past closing time. We get to the dock and the guy helping load asked if we had an appliance dolly. From the look on all of our faces, he quickly guessed the answer. He then asked what we were going to do with the old washer and dryer. More blank stares. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">At this point his attitude shifted from annoyance to sympathy. He offered to loan us the dolly. We could bring it back to the store when we were done. He would leave the padlock for the fence around the appliances waiting to be recycled unlocked, we could put the dolly and old washer and dryer there and snap the lock shut when we were done. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Back at my house after much cussing and unsafe lifting practices Dad and I wrestled the old washer and dryer up the basement steps and tried to keep gravity from doing too much damage to us and the new appliances as we took them down the steps. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Until we went to hook them up. Apparently dryers don't come with a cord because it depends on how many amps and whether the the outlet is a three or four prong type. This I learned when I went to the hardware store. Luckily I'd stumbled into the right place. Hedlund Hardware has been around since 1935 and I'm sure this wasn't the first time someone had rushed in 10 minutes before they closed clutching the manual from a dryer close to tears. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">When the man asked me whether the plug was three or four prong the tears started for real. He sold me both connection kits and assured me I could bring the other one back. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Back at home we got the dryer connected - victory! </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Time to connect the washer. The hoses and connection stuff at come with the washer. Water connections are standard, right? </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">We had cut the hoses from the old set to detach the old washer from the water line, but had not unscrewed them from the water connection yet. We discovered that they were rusted and whatever else happens to make metal not budge from other metal. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">I should mention that it is now about 10:00 pm and the hardware store was closed and we were about six hours into this simple project. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Dad asked where my pipe wrench was. Seriously? I had decent tool collection, but it didn't involve a pipe wrench. And none of my wrenches were the right size or sturdy enough. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">I voiced my "let's throw in the towel for tonight" opinion - which I'd been working up the nerve to say for the last four hours. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Dad had seen the project this far and wasn't ready to give up. He insisted that I ask the neighbors if they had a pipe wrench we could borrow. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">It is now after 10:00 and dark and a weeknight. And I'd only lived in the house for four days and hadn't met any neighbors yet. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Ever the dutiful daughter, I knocked on the neighbor's door to the north. No answer. Off to the neighbor to the south...not only did they answer the door, but they handed me a pipe wrench without question. </span></span></span></div>
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Norahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17617964482081941346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36087081.post-82912867863627428802016-11-03T23:04:00.000-04:002016-11-03T23:20:01.139-04:00cooler now<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">A couple of things changed my attitude. My neighbor cut down the huge tree that shaded the back of the house, a <a href="http://nora-leona.blogspot.com/2007/06/price-of-cool.html">breakup resulted in a free air conditioner</a>, and I was getting older and crankier and tired of tossing and turning and getting dressed in front of the fridge. </span></span></div>
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