November 21, 2020

TEETH


   Those are my teeth…before crowns or the many fillings to follow.

 

Despite my mother’s urging, once I got braces, I didn’t brush my teeth.  By the time I got out of the army, I had a row of cavities across the top of each tooth.  Vaguely Grand Canyonish.  Only in the 1980’s did I find a dentist that was willing to deal with my alcoholic, addict teeth. 

 

By the time I left this dentist who didn’t take my insurance, he was angry with me every time he saw me.  “You need a cleaning, and you need an implant,” he told me.  He was very right, but I had been in a nursing home for months.

 

The Doctor who did implants was in the new dental office yesterday.  While G was getting half his teeth cleaned deep cleaned by digging and scraping and lasering, I was getting an implant.  If I showed you the X-rays, you would be appalled as am I.  That was the easiest extraction I have ever had tho.  Out came the broken tooth.  Amazing.  I go back in a month for a Post Op checkup.  By then I too will have half a mouth of teeth cleaned at a time, and should be ready to go.

2019: Working Comic Con without a front tooth.

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  • <A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:  Games all day.  Cooking too.
  • Myself:  Slept until lunch.  Musta been the pain pill.  Having Trump nightmares.
  • Reading:  Nothing I can concentrate on.
  • Watching:  It was on.
  • Photo:  Top: 1969, bottom 2019.
  • Gratitude’s:  For that easy extraction.

  

November 18, 2020

IT'S A HOLIDAY

 


We shop for the holidays online this year.  I have to remind him several times to buy this or that.  Eventually he does.  Eventually I wake up enough to notice he bought two of them.  Now the sun pokes its way through the morning fogs, and all seems right with the world.

Today seems to be a holiday too.  No swimming, no errands, no going to the dentist…the new dentist.  That’s Friday.  Frankly, I am not looking forward to this at all.  For years I’ve stayed on top of my teeth often paying out of pocket for a large repair bill.  Our old dentist, who saved my teeth, has grown cranky.  George told them that since they wouldn’t take our new insurance, we would be going elsewhere.  I’m really sorry about this.

 Going elsewhere means sticking a pin in a list and seeing what it gets us.  We find ourselves with a group dentistry in Hillcrest.  George has pretty good teeth; mine are a total mess of repairs.  Dentists look at my mouth and treat me as if I am scum.  I’m not.  I was just a recovering person who had no money for way too many years.  There are no free dentists.

 I laid in bed with a book late this morning…celebrating the non-holiday.  I have a few New York Times classic mysteries yet to read.  Bobbie must have thought my bookcases bare, for she sent me a mountain of readables.  My friend Katy sends me recommendations which I will read as soon as I can access the library again.  Until then, I will continue on rereading my own shelves.  We here in Southern California are in the Purple listing.  Everything must be done outdoors except reading. 

If you want us, we are either reading, walking in the water, or going to the dentist. 

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  • <A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:  Ran the house, helped with the laundry, nuked dinner, made the bed, and aerobiced with me.
  • Myself:  Aerobics.  Laundry…just the sheets, read and let himself run the house.
  • Reading:  Gilman or CadelL.
  • Watching:  NCIS, & Finding Your Roots on KPBS both recorded so no commercials.
  • Photo:  2005: Us at a grandkid’s soccer game.  My crowned teeth.
  • Gratitude’s:  That I still have most of my teeth.

November 14, 2020

A VETERANS DAY BOAT PARADE

 


From really big and built for speed,


to really small.


How did the owner of that boat manage to get all those Uniformed men on board?  Hoo-rah they called.  George called back, "Go ARMY."

“Navy Vet on board.  My Dad,” says the writing on the surf board.



When they announced a “boat parade,” I thought it might be bigger ships.  Nope, but I am glad we went anyway.  There weren’t big crowds this year for the Veterans day parade.  Some were up on top of the new Brigantine/Ketch/ and Miguel’s restaurant, and I longed to be with them.  The Brig has the best fish tacos in town.  G insisted we go home to his diet as it is working. 


 The final vessel in the parade.         

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  • <A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:  He’s been mindlessly playing computer games.  I don’t say much as he was the one that went to work for all those years.  Baked stuffed pears and served whipped cram.  Successful.
  • Myself:  I suppose I could do laundry this first day on the Purple tier.  There are always folks who think that wearing a mask is an impingement on their personal space.  So we start all over again.  G’s museum is closed, and almost everything else is closed.
  • Reading:  Gilman
  • Watching:  The British Baking Show season 4.
  • Photos:  of the Veterans Day Boat parade.
  • Gratitude’s:  The sun is out, water aerobics went well this week, and I only have toe and finger dings.

 

November 10, 2020

MID CENTURY MODERN IN THE KITCHEN


Iroquois by Russel Wright

As the men and women came home from the WWII, they found a new world of home making to great them.  There were new fabrics, new styles of clothing, and new home goods as well as new homes waiting for them.  Before the war, many housewives had formal dinnerware and the fabrics to go with them.  Gold or platinum edged place settings were common.  Many of the soldiers brought home dishes and silver in the older styles.  The same for the fabrics and glassware.

Before the war, the Arts and Crafts movement brought a sense of relaxation, newness, and originality to the more avant-garde as well as the older styles.  By the time many of the soldiers were settling in to their new lives, many of their fresh ideas had gone from hand made to machine produced.  Happily, patterned fabrics were used for lunch and dinner, not just for breakfasts any more.  Stoves and refrigerators were streamlined as were vacuum cleaners.  Furniture styles changed dramatically.  Food styles changed right along with them. 



New inventions opened the door to all sorts of new results.  Ice cube trays gave us easily chilled drinks for the hot days.  Then Tupper ware opened the door to an unlimited use of left overs.  Imagine life without frozen dinners.  As each new invention came out, it broadened our outlook on the regional foodways that surrounded us. 


Large Bauer mixing bowl with two Russel Wright platters.

New ideas were offered to us by chefs, and our way of life was changed forever.   In 1946 James Beard published his first cookbook.  After his death he was described by Julia child, "Through the years he gradually became not only the leading culinary figure in the country, but 'The Dean of American Cuisine'."  She also tells us, “He was a big man, over six feet tall, with a big belly, and huge hands. An endearing and always lively teacher, he loved people, loved his work, loved gossip, loved to eat, loved a good time. According to Thomas McNamee, "Beard, a man of stupendous appetites—for food, sex, money, you name it—stunned his subtler colleagues."

Three patterns by Blue Ridge/Southern Potteries.

Julia Child followed James Beard as an influencer in the 1960’s.  In 1961 the first volume of her cooking series, “Mastering the Art of French Cooking” was published.  “The French Chef” TV show had its debut in 1963 on the Boston Public Broadcasting Service station.  What happened next was a surprise to everyone.  She became the most widely viewed television chef ever.  Child was beloved not only for her cooking, but also for her enthusiasms, her voice, and her totally “unaffected manner.” 

During his enthusiastic lifetime, James Beard published over 40 books.  His foundation continues to affect the food world today.  Julia Child’s writings can still be found in many homes, and her Santa Barbara based foundation continues her work.  These chefs are just two of many that changed and expanded our way of lives.

 

A Mid Century Modern glass picture with several Patterns by Blue Ridge/Southern Potteries.

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November 9, 2020


Yesterday, I finished the first draft of the mid-century modern essay number 3.  All it showed me is that my brain is in far worse shape than I thought.  Miss Never Remember is me.  No sun either.  It was a long grey day with me struggling behind it.  There won’t be a number 4, so I need to polish this essay till it gleams….plus find a good new topic. 

Yesterday being Sunday, we watched CBS Sunday Morning.  They didn’t infuriate me this day by running more advertisements than features.  The Moment Of Nature lasted longer than 30 seconds too.  Whoever is fussing with this program’s format gave us a morning of grace.  For little things like this we will be grateful during this Covid Pandemic.

George has managed to seal in the rust near the shower, he’s filled all the holes in the grout, and he’s ready to seal and paint.  He also called the Dental Plan, the lady I talked to on Friday didn’t follow through and email us the list of dentists.  Hopefully the person he talked to will send us the list.

It’s a bit chilly out there now.  There are ten some inches of snow in the mountains, and the air here is in the 50’sF.  Long pants and a turtle neck tunic for me.

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  • <A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:  Condo repairs.
  • Myself:  Laundry.  Tomorrow I will wash the sheets and the quilt.
  • Reading:  Penny’s latest.
  • Watching:  Antiques Roadshow tonight.
  • Photo:  2018, San Salvador off the Point Loma Coast
  • Gratitude’s:  That the last load is in the washer.

November 8, 2020

CHANGES

 


I read and worked a bit on essay number 3.  My goal is to high light the difference between the far more formal prewar forms, and the relaxed post war styles.  My problem was, and probably still is, that my interest kept getting distracted to another post or site.  I got little writing done but lots of reading accomplished.  If I had a better brain, I might remember some of the stuff I read.

I read even more after George came home from the museum.  I am not rich enough to help my favorite independent bookstore very much.  George was kind enough to say I could buy three volumes at “Mysterious Galaxy,” a truly wonderful place, and he picked them up on his way home after work. 

Next Tuesday we may be shut down again.  California has color levels of disease during this pandemic.  We are in the red now, but it looks like we will be moving into the far more restrictive purple level.  Our library is open only for pickup.  No browsing the stacks.  As soon as I am done with my new books, I will go back to reading my own books.  We are plugged in to delivered dinners and food delivery from Ralphs or Vons, so we are covered there.  We have Netflix.  We have our computers and the internet.

We always have the British Baking Show where we are still in episode 3.

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  • <A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:  Baking bread, meeting, games.
  • Myself:  Seeing if I can get more than one paragraph done on my little essay.
  • Reading:  Penny.
  • Watching:  The baking show; Trump refusing to admit that he lost.
  • Photo:  1950’s dishes.
  • Gratitude’s:  I’m alive despite waves of cancer fears.

November 7, 2020

BIDEN


I begin to feel some form of hope as Biden takes his place as President Elect.  No one has heard from President Trump yet, and I gather he is out on the golf course this morning.  Yes, Biden golfs too, but there aren’t any other direct comparisons. 

I hope that many of the Trump supporters feel now is a good time for honesty.  Nancy Pelosi reminds us that Biden was, “elected a unifier who values faith, family and community, and who will work tirelessly to heal our nation.”  Everyone but Trump and his staunchest supporters are congratulating Biden. Instead Trump will be taking this election to court.

Feeding seniors:  In other parts of our state, my friend Katy writes that they qualify for, “senior vegie boxes through a coronavirus/FEMA/whatever/low income program…every Tuesday all summer long a big waxed produce box was available for pick-up at our community hall…herbs, fresh fruit, lettuce, potato, tomato. Squash, eggplant, chard, kale, cucumbers, peppers, radishes, onion, garlic, broccoli, wheat berries and wheat flour grown in Mendocino County, organic tortillas. (Lots of organic stuff)It’s been amazing.”  On the coast, “Local restaurants have a senior free dinner program on the coast, and it’s keeping them from going under.”

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<A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself: Working morning at the museum this week.

Myself:  Working on the third essay about food changes in America.

Reading: Got the new Evanovich….The series has evolved away from comedy.

Watching:  TV’s off.

Photo:  American flag on the Star of India.

Gratitude’s:  Biden.  Wonderful pounding rain too.

 

November 6, 2020

ENDLESS


Yes, I’ve been watching the returns.  After being frightened by a Trump truck and flag parade that stopped the 5 freeway cold, not to mention the boat parade that jammed the harbor up, I worry about the after effects of this election.  I wonder if those folks are going to swing their rifles off their shoulders.  I wonder if they are going to pull their pistols out of their holsters.  Will they start shooting?  One dear, thinking friend calls this a divided nation. 

 On CBS  this morning, there was a long discussion about Trump vacating the White House.  What if he didn’t?  Who would do it?  Did we have discussions like this in the past?

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<A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:  Costco.

Myself:  Books at Costco

Reading:  Nothing.

Watching:  Returns

Photo:  Taken at Ft. Rosecrans.

Gratitude’s:  That I don’t have Covid.

November 4, 2020

DINNER FOR TWO


 “Too Close to Call” is the mantra for the day interspersed with Trump’s comments about taking the election to the Supreme Court…to any court.  Even Nixon didn’t behave this way.  True madness.

G and I stayed up late, for us, last night.  This morning I got sucked in to the “too close to call” stuff for a little while.  G was making starships.  We had dinner given to us last night, and G was able to call the restaurant in the Feeding Seniors program.  If you are low income below a certain point, the program gives you three meals a day.  If you make slightly more, and we do, they will deliver you a dinner.  In our case, dinner for two.

We found a delightful dinner on our doorstep.  Chicken and oriental veggies in a ginger/soy sauce with couscous.  G talked with the owner of the catering company, and the man said that the program has literally saved his business.

Trivia:  Yesterday I wore red white and blue...laughing at myself.  Perhaps I was hoping for goodness and smiles instead of anger.  Today I wore new dark blue denims.  Several days ago, I went through my closet.  It was as if I were out there in the world at Macy’s or Nordie’s free to pick a whole new wardrobe.  What was I doing with four pair of brown pants?  Even more black pants.  If I hadn’t worn it even once this summer, it went in a box.  I felt renewed when I was done.  Lightened.

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<A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:  Bathroom?

Myself:  Did I mention “Poetry Soup.”  I’ve been putting pieces there.  Two days in a row I have spilled my coffee.  George is my hero scrubbing it down.  I am embarrased.

Reading:  A stiff Cadell.

Watching:  Election Returns.

Photo: Taken up at Ft. Rosecrans.

Gratitude’s:  Everything but especially for the weather.

November 3, 2020

PLEASE VOTE


All the various news media keep telling us how to control our voting stress.  Me, I’m ignoring my voters stress.  I did finally figure out that the White House pictorial site didn’t get lost after all, and I am enjoying the heck out of it.  No, much of the d├ęcor isn’t my sort of thing, but it is fascinating to see how each room has evolved.

Rather than chew your fingernails to the bone over Trump or Biden, check out this historic site: 

http://www.whitehousemuseum.org/index.htm  

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<A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:  When the housekeeper came, we went out shopping.  Found two dinners on the front porch when we got home.

Myself:  Wearing red, white, and blue….in hopes that we can go back to red, white, and blue. 

Reading:  Cadell.

Watching:  Politics today.

Photo:  Thanksgiving, 1985, (around the table,) my mother, John Bailey, Ruby Bailey, and George Bailey.

Gratitude’s:  Internally things are slightly calmer.


November 1, 2020

RONNIE


I’m sleeping well.  That’s a wonderful thing to say after months of getting up every hour on the hour, or half hour on the half hour.  The dreams have been very colorful and dramatic things tho.  I can never remember them to tell you just that they were there.

I am jolted awake by the fact that Zoe will soon be driving.  It reminds me that I haven’t got that many years here myself.  Speaking of death, do any of you follow Ronnie Bennett?  You could find her at:

https://www.timegoesby.net/weblog/

She documented the roll of aging in our lives; she cared, and in the end documented her own death.  Sometimes I had a terrible time reading her this last year.  Yet in the end, she will be sorely missed.

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<A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself: Gaming, talking to  Margot, relaxing.

Myself:  Hearing Margot managed to save $ for Zoe’s AAA drivers training.  G held my hand and found an "at a glance" to fit the small holder so we can use only one holder this coming year.

Reading: Cadell.

Watching:  60 Minutes

Photo:  05: G at the Zoo.

Gratitude’s:  Ronnie Bennett and George

 

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TEETH

    Those are my teeth…before crowns or the many fillings to follow.   Despite my mother’s urging, once I got braces, I didn’t brush my ...