Tuesday, January 30, 2007
I will miss him. We were at the vacuum cleaner repair shop the last time I saw him and began laughing about stuff. He had great sparkle and loved women (in the best way, not the creepy way).
It gets on my nerves that death means you can't call a person up, run into them at the grocery or see them at the Yacht Club.
Death comes and that's it. I hate it.
People who make my world more interesting or charming or happier, then die, make my world dimmer.
Why didn't I call them up to chat or go see them or make dinner plans with them? Why?
Because I thought I had time. I thought I'd see them again.
I forgot that all human relationships have an end.
Don't tell me that I can talk with them in my dreams or imagine a conversation with them.
I know this. But, Geez Louise!, this isn't the same.
Don't tell me that now is the time to tell people I love them.
I understand this but who can remember this all the time?
If anyone asks you how I am today, tell them, "The finality of death is getting on St. C's nerves."
Saturday, January 27, 2007
"Why is Dick Cheney on the cover?"
Looking again, it's a photo of Joseph Small, Director of the Office of Theology, Worship and Education for the P.C. (U.S.A.).
I enjoy reading Joe Small's perspective. He's a good teacher, too.
St. Casserole, squinting
Friday, January 26, 2007
1. Stare out the window.
2. Take a brief nap.
3. Play with cats.
4. Think about making stuff
5. fly like a bird
St. Casserole, herself
Thursday, January 25, 2007
I'm proud of our local animal shelter/spay and placement center here on the Coast.
Volunteers from all over come to help take care of abandoned or released animals. The South Mississippi Humane Society is a great place.
If you'd like to help Coast animals, please send a donation to them. The site has Paypal and snail mail address.
After you make a donation, email me and I'll mail one of my handmade, no skill involved wool stuffies. Some of the stuffies are cats, or owls or bats or space aliens. One is a cat model of St. Peregrine; another is a Cat St. Francis.
My stuffies are made of felted wool and stuffed with fiberfill/silk mixture. Some have buttons or beads.
I'm not sure what you are to do with these stuffies. Because some have buttons or beads, these won't be toys for little children or pets.
I understand that one of my stuffies is way up north displayed on a mantelpiece. Another is half way up the East Coast sitting on a guest room bed holding a TV remote.
Here are the important details.
Send your donation to the HSSM, not to me.
If you don't mind, please do not mention this blog or me. I'd rather not be mentioned.
After you make your donation, contact me at revlapin at the America online dot com with your address and I'll pick out a stuffie to mail to you.
International pals, because of the lingering postal issues here in the Disaster Zone, I will mail to the contiguous U.S. only. Sorry.
I think I've made 18 stuffies so this offer to receive one is first come, first served.
Thank you for helping our animals.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Here on the Gulf Coast, debris remains untouched, FEMA trailers abound, families wrangle with insurance companies for help rebuilding and huge stretches of land remain empty.
The President didn't mention us in the State of the Union.
Old news, not fashionable, difficult and complex problem....We are off the radar.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
My decorating skills are needed at the Young Adult Volunteer apartment! I'll be hauling out treasures from every corner later this week to spruce up the gal's new housing.
I am go-to for funky lamps, window treatments and decorative detritus!
We are talking FESTIVE here!
Saturday, January 20, 2007
I say "sure, go ahead".
With these reservations:
a.) no antique hollow handled knives or serving pieces, the "grout" used to hold the sterling handle to the piece loosens if put into the dishwasher or left soaking in water
b) is it a coin silver piece? if so, wash by hand to be safe
c) if you see damage to your silver after dishwasher use, stop and wash pieces by hand
d) some say that mixing aluminum and stainless with sterling in the dishwasher is what harms the flatware. I don't know about this. I separate the pieces from the few stainless pieces I use
just as I separate good prep knives to clean them on the top rack of the dishwasher.
e)I wouldn't put holloware pieces, like sterling serving trays in the dishwasher. Hot soapy water cleans well enough. The dishwasher might take out all the patina in the pattern. Ewww! Not good.
Use MAAS to clean your flatware. Grab a tube at Walgreens then find a soft lint-free cloth. Old clean t-shirts are great for cleaning sterling. Take the dingy pieces of sterling to where you watch tv and polish your silver. Multi-tasking so you can get shiny silver while filling your brain area with trashy television shows.
Use your sterling, ok? It's survived this long and when used makes even the humblest of foods taste special.
This I believe,
Friday, January 19, 2007
Sometimes, when I cook dinner, people grab their plates and race to their rooms. I'm not fond of this practice. My cooking mojo suffers.
This afternoon, after I inventoried what I had in the freezer and pantry, I made a chicken pot pie in a lime green casserole dish. Everyone had two helpings! I didn't have to go to the grocery store.
Anyone else dislike grocery shopping?
Here's my recipe:
five boneless, skinless chicken breasts from the freezer
saute on low with several dollops of olive oil; sprinkle with cajun seasoning.
1 can of low fat turkey gravy thickened with two tablespoons of corn starch
1 can of green peas, drained
1 can of carrots, drained
Ready-made crust, unused from Christmas pies
Cook chicken thoroughly but not to the dry-and-stringy stage. When cooked, add turkey gravy with corn starch. Heat through then add drained vegetables. Stare at pan. Add more Cajun seasoning.
Unfurl ready-made pie crust and place in bottom and sides of casserole dish. Fill dish with chicken veggie mixture. Top with remaining circle of pie crust. Stare at casserole dish. Make decorative cuts in top crust to allow steam to escape and because cutting into top crust is very fun.
Place in pre-heated oven at 350. Cook for 20 minutes or until crust is browned slightly.
Holler at family to come to supper.
Served with fresh green salad and tropical fruit mixture from a jar with fresh apples and bananas cut up. Do not mix green salad with fruit mixture. Serve in separate dishes.
Suggest, after dinner, that children clear the dining room table and load the dishwasher.
Retire to blog about dinner in the study.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Sunday, January 14, 2007
The difficulty is proof-reading. No matter how often I check for extra "amens" or faulty hymn numbers, at least one Big Goof shows up in my face Sunday mornings.
Today I had double "amens", and an extra word (or two, let's be honest here!) in the offertory prayer.
Little Church is gracious about my mistakes in print, in sermons and in person.
God bless them!
I've never served a church as loving as this congregation.
Sometimes I marvel at how long it took me to find a place to pray, think and do where I am received with loving, open hearts.
Thank you, God, for my stubborn spirit which gets me in trouble but sure helps me keep on when there isn't much of a way.
Just thinking about God's goodness to me,
Friday, January 12, 2007
When Songbird and I bought our tiny purse size cameras, I announced with bravado that I would not be buying a service agreement.
Songbird, gentle as always, told me a very good story about how service agreements on small electronics are a good thing.
I bought the warranty for the tiny camera.
8 days after purchase, the camera went kerflooey.
Today, I have a new camera.
The moral of this story is: Always Listen to Songbird.
Learn from me,
Dear Grace, Mindy and Rach,
Please bring the Texas Towncar of Justice. I know someone who needs a ride.
(Note: when using Google Images, this is what a T T C of J looks like. For security purposes, the REAL T T C of J will not be shown.)
('Nother note: Can't follow this post? See post below, 'specially the comments)
(Last note: Thank you all for your kind words and offers of threatening behavior. You are the best.)
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Gosh! In a meeting today, the exec pointed out that women and men approach things differently.
I was suggesting, strongly, to a person of important work, that he came across as ungracious and disrespectful of those who worked for him. I'm on the Commission overseeing his work. Then the exec interrupted me to explain that my perspective was the feminine approach.
What a helpful comment from the exec...
I was the only woman in the room. I am the only woman on the Commission.
I am aware I am a woman.
I assumed we were all clear on our gender placements.
Don't mess with me,
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
No repairs are needed at this time.
"You might want to clean that oven", he said, "It only costs about .40 in electricity."
Top oven now clean and ready for the next Festival of Meatloaf.
The late December Festival was marred by the oven locking new potatoes with garlic and sea salt so we couldn't get the 'taters out.
Mr. D. said he didn't know why this happened.
He is a wealth of information.
Monday, January 08, 2007
I'm fascinated by what I see as a pattern in how the media handles politics. There appears to be a honeymoon period for media when they don't say what they see and hear from politicians. Then, a tipping point occurs and more direct information about the politician comes out.
For years, during this current administration, I've wondered how these bright Up East reporters tolerated a President who has trouble speaking in complete sentences and whose policies seem to be fed to him on cue cards.
The dissonance between the office of the President and his words or actions concerns me. I can control how much I hear his voice or read his statements. Reporters are forced to be present, take notes and then reflect on what the President says.
Further, why aren't people screaming about the appointment of his Dad's old pals to positions of authority. Can't we let these old guy's rest? Aren't most of them suspicious from their earlier work for Big Dad?
I think about these things.
Scratching My Head,
Thursday, January 04, 2007
I thought about my sermon for Sunday.
I did three loads of laundry.
I swept the kitchen floor.
I unloaded the dishwasher then re-loaded all over again.
I read my mail.
I cleaned up my desk.
I don't have anything else to say.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Three cheers for Mr. Augustus Harvey who knows how to cap a natural gas leak at 2 am. on New Years Day!
Happy to be here,