Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Dinner?

Breakfast is my favorite meal but I usually prefer to have it for dinner. A tuna sandwich is my idea of a perfect lunch but I mostly have it for breakfast. And a big, loaded burger-- I'd rather "graze" on it cold throughout the day.

That's why Godson scratches his head when I ask what he wants to eat for lunch.

On Monday we had grilled tuna and swiss with pickles, olives and roasted tomatoes on whole wheat for breakfast. He's cool with that, and since getting food into him is usually the most difficult part of our day together, I'm happy to have him eat-- anything that's not candy.

So today, when the question of lunch was presented he thought long and hard before he asked for mussels in garlic sauce from his favorite Chinese restaurant. Yes, the kid who eats like bird, has no problem with more "exotic" fare. In fact, he actually prefers it.

Godson's Mom is a gourmet cook-- And I means a seriously good gourmet cook. She made his baby food from scratch and as he grew into table food he started with homegrown vegetable casseroles and fresh baked breads. By the time he started kindergarten the teachers wanted to swap his wild mushroom risotto, fresh pesto rigatoni, or miso-glazed sea bass for their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Godson was having none of that. He stuck with his own lunch but would occasionally share the tiny yellow grape tomatoes he'd pick from their garden on his way to school.

Over the years he's fine-tuned his food preferences but even though he loves food, he eats it in small quantities-- until he doesn't-- and then you'd think he had a wooden leg because he's packing so much away.

We're getting ready to fly to Ohio in about a week and amongst the things we're packing are his favorite recipes so he can cook for my niece - Queen M and her Groom when we visit the Little Miss, who at five weeks old weighed in at the doc's today at a whopping 7 pounds 5 ounces! (She was born 4 pounds 11 ounces so this is great progress.)

Godson's will make the happy couple, who happen to be two of his favorite people, his famous meatloaf, Greek salad, roasted brussel sprouts and for dessert an oven baked s'mores concoction that is to die for.

But for lunch today-- Garlic Mussels! Even I won't eat those, so I know when he orders them it will give the waiter pause. He'll look over at me for approval before he writes the order on his note pad. Then once the mussels are delivered, the waiter will keep an eye out to see if he eats them.

It's happened before, I'm sure. A kid orders something other than sweet and sour chicken-- and it's usually expensive. When the food is delivered the kid turns his nose up at it and the food battle between parent and kid unravels. But in our case, my money's on the kid and the waiters are always shocked and pointing him out to the rest of the staff.

Whatever works for him works for me.

What's your favorite meal?
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Saturday, June 26, 2010

Sundays In My City #40 - Summer Vacation


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On the first day of summer vacation from school, Godson and I went to Universal Studios Hollywood for the millionth time. The temps were perfect, the crowds not too big (thanks to the Laker's Basketball Championship Parade elsewhere- Woo-hoo!) and the hair-- well, his hair was WILD-- but, as he assured me, it was clean. Apparently, wild hair is what happens when you wash your hair, don't comb it, and then go directly to bed....

My guy was on a mission and headed directly to the face painting stand. He only does this once a year, but I wasn't so sure baby blue was his color.....

Nor was I crazy about the black eyes.....

When I started to see the direction he was headed....

I thought "his mother is going to kill me"....

By this point, he was starting to draw a crowd....

Whoa....

But under all that paint is the same sweet kid I arrived with....

And let's be honest, it kinda works with the hair!

How's your Sunday?
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Friday, June 25, 2010

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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

A Slow Waltz & Giveaway Reminder

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It was a slow waltz, one that started before any of us were ready to face the music. Barely a hint of the melody could be heard in the distance but it inched closer, ever so slowly, pulling us towards the dance that would change the dynamics of our family and wrap us closer together.

I remember it clearly. My Dad and I sat in a small San Francisco seafood restaurant enjoying a bucket full of fresh crab legs the night before his flight back to Ohio the following morning. Visiting me was his first real vacation in decades and he marveled, as he cracked crab shells, at how kind the airline pilot had been to let him look in the cockpit on his flight out from Cleveland.

Dad's health was not great and hadn't been for a long while, partly because of bad luck, and partly because he was not able to discipline himself to follow doctor's orders. After a nasty fall that complicated things further, and to some degree sealed his fate, he was on disability and unable to work even though he was only in his early 50s at the time.

He walked with crutches, in a painful kind of way. The crutches were to steady himself but did little to ease his deteriorating bones and joints. Our time together demonstrated just how difficult his mobility was and that he was putting on a good face so as not to worry me. But I could see for myself, things were far worse then he let on.

The father of five children, Dad was the head of the house-- the "go to" guy of our very large immediate and extended family. He ruled the roost, so to speak with a huge heart and a kind smile, but even though we were all adults, some with families of our own, he was still our Dad and we were still his "kids". We all lived very comfortably and happy with our "chain of command" and never gave it a second thought.

As we finished our crab dinner on a happy note and contemplated dessert options, I tip-toed into uncharted water as the first chords of our waltz began to play. Asking about his true health condition, and his medical and insurance options brought a screeching halt to the conversation. We sat motionless for a long moment.

Dad saw no options and had no back-up plan. His health "was what it was", in his opinion, and other then government assistance there was no medical insurance. He needed help and the music played louder in my head.

The first slow steps of our waltz started during a difficult and sad conversation about life not ending up quiet the way Dad had hoped. Ailing and living alone, he knew his home was becoming too much for him to handle, especially with his bedroom on the second floor. He knew too, that his employment options had evaporated with his health issues, and his bank account was nearly empty. Tears welled in his eyes as I tried to protect his dignity and pride knowing this was difficult father-daughter exchange.

Growing up in our family, we were raised with the "pass the hat" and "circle the wagons" mentality. If a loved one needed financial help, we passed the proverbial hat around and collected as much money for them as necessary. If someone was down and out, we'd bring the family together and circle those in need with love and support. Through it all, Dad especially watched out for his kids, no matter what our age.

But the hat had never been passed or the wagon circled for our Dad like this before and that was a painful pill for him to sallow. We talked and danced around his need for help, but that night at dinner, without a doubt, our roles had changed and the waltz had begun. I think Dad noticed the dance too, but his grace through the conversation was heart-warming with no words spoken on the subject.

By the time his plane landed in Ohio the following evening, I had talked to my siblings to hatch a caregiving and support plan. The wagons were circled and all five of us engaged-- each in our own way, but each committed to his well-being.

With any dance, someone leads, someone follows, and you always hope not to step on the other's toes. As the transition from children to the adult caregivers started, my siblings and I all had our eye on dear Dad's toes.

Over the next seven years, life became increasingly difficult for him as his health furthered deteriorated and cancer introduced itself to the dance. It was not pretty and at times it took a major toll on Dad and his spirit. But we all continued our delicate dance, protecting his rightful Head of the Family status and cheering on his every step.

Eventually, Dad was no longer able to care for himself or watch out for us-- his five adult "kids", like he used to. He accepted our circle of love graciously and when the time came for him to move in with Baby Sister and her family, there was an audible sigh and look of relief on his face.

Two years later, Dad was blessed to see the birth of his seventh grandchild. Despite being so incredibly sick, he was joyful and began looking forward to more little ones. But that was not to be. Three weeks later, Dad died, in his own bed in Baby Sister's family home, surrounded by my siblings and their spouses.

The dance-- the one that started between a Father and daughter in a San Francisco restaurant ended with the Father as the one cared for and the grateful daughter happy to know her Dad's quality of life had been full of love, secure and safe.

I visited often and called daily but my three sisters and brother, along with their spouses, really carried the family flag and the enormous weight of his actual care through Dad's last few years, literally taking turns towards the end, around the clock, to help Dad and assist the nursing staff we eventually needed to hired to meet his medical needs.

When he was gone, the music we'd all heard playing for so long, stopped, and it was deafening-- Dad was no long there to watch out for his kids. The waltz was over.

The following days passed in a blur of heart-ache, grief and sadness. So many times I'd reach for the phone to tell Dad about something that had just happened. Each time I stopped myself, mid-dial, hanging-up in a puddle of tears.

Then on a warm September afternoon my phone ring. Carol, Dad's night nurse was calling with a message.

On many a sleepless night, Dad and Carol had talked to help him through the non-stop pain. Apparently I was occasionally a topic of conversation because Carol knew all about our San Francisco trip, the plane's cockpit, the crab dinner and ever other detail of our time together.

She told me Dad, knowing I wasn't the tough cookie I pretended to be, had specifically asked her to call a few weeks after he passed away. Dad wanted her to make sure I was alright because he wasn't around to watch out for me anymore.

This wonderful gift-- that last watch over me from Dad-- left me speechless. It was then I knew he was once again leading our waltz-- A waltz that is forever in my heart.

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Sunday, June 20, 2010

Sundays In My City #39 - Gladiola & GIVEAWAY

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This picture was taken on Friday of this week.

For the past eighteen years, a lone gladiola has gotten the better of me-- Some would even say it's kicked my butt.

It's not that I have anything against gladiolas, I don't really, it's just that they are not my favorite flower and not what I had planned for our backyard garden circling the pool. The gladiola was, apparently, a favorite of the gardener we inherited when hubby bought our house.

Back then, I was "just a girlfriend" as the gardener used to refer to me as. That repeated comment, to my face I might add, led to his name-- Heir Gardener. He was a cranky old geezer who used to cuss me out under his breath in German, his native language. He'd been tending the garden for gawd knows how long for the previous home owner and gave me nothing but attitude whenever he saw me.

Why Heir Gardener had it in for me from day one I'll never understand, but I think the straw that finally broke the camel's back and soured our relationship forever-- was when hubby had the pool and deck installed resulting in "his garden" being disturbed and many of his plants, including a ratty looking bonsai tree that he'd babied for years, being removed. And trust me, it was one ugly bonsai.

The pool and deck was a big deal for my then boyfriend who asked me to spearhead the yard makeover. I love to garden and gathered my coveted back issues of Sunset Magazine, scouring the pages for the perfect examples of what the pool area should look like when newly planted.

I didn't want there to be any misunderstanding between Heir Gardner and me so when Beloved and I decided on the dozen plants for the yard, we provided him with a detailed drawing-- a blueprint so to speak, of which plants went where along with magazine photo examples of the look we wanted. Beloved and I both presented the design ideas to Heir Gardener so he knew we meant business. Or maybe not.

He sneered and complained and nearly flat-out fainted when told the bonsai tree was history and needed to be removed, and he hated our flower choices. Heir Gardener was one unhappy camper and stormed out of the meeting with a "whatever" wave of his hand.

A few weeks later, I arrive at the house after work one night to see the yard had been planted-- with absolutely nothing we had discussed. Days later when I asked Heir Gardener what happened to our plan, he assured me that after a season of growth it would look exactly the way I wanted.

I must have been wearing my stupid face that day because I knew better. The reality was he did it his way, not ours.

Steam was coming out of my ears by the time Beloved returned home from the office to see the "planting", and I use that term loosely, because when we received the bill for the "flowers", Heir Gardener had purchased exactly one flat of them-- no where near enough for a yard of our size. Remember, we were starting from scratch and requested twelve different types of plants and flowers!

Grrrrrrrr!

Fast forward to Beloved feeling sorry for Heir Gardener because he was so old and figured he'd be retiring soon. So, I washed my hands of the project, because as stated, I was "just the girlfriend" back then and moved on.

When spring arrived several months later, up popped four gladiolas which were absolutely not on the original plant list. They stuck out like a sore thumb next to the swimming pool with even Beloved laughing, because what do you do with just four gladiolas and why did the gardener plant them in the first place!

Beloved helped me dig them up and replaced them with a large bunch of tiger lilies-- a flower on our original plant list. Heir Gardener was not amused and we *ahem* parted ways shortly thereafter.

Once again Beloved requested my assistance (begging and pleading was required) and we did the planting ourselves, making countless trips to the nursery, followed by many, many weekends of planting to bring the garden to the state we had desired. We still laugh about the original "one flat" of flowers which were so pathetic I never even took a picture for the scrapbook.

But since that first Spring way back when, every stinking year, I've pulled up that one remaining gladiola. I've stomped on it, chopped it, hacked it, sprayed it and thought I'd rid the garden of it once and for all. But that lone gladiola still sprouts, teasing and taunting me with it's glorious colors.

This winter, when we dug up the garden to repair our sinking pool and deck, I thought-- FINALLY, that damn gladiola will be history. After all, most of the plants were removed, dirt came and went and came again, and finally new planting was complete. No way that gladiola could survive.

Yes way!

It's back in full bloom. So this summer, after years of gardening angst, today I officially surrender. The gladiola wins.

How does your garden grow?
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Saturday, June 19, 2010

Feeling The Love & GIVEAWAY Reminder

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Thursday, June 17, 2010

Light It Up & NEW GIVEAWAY

I so do not live here.

It's a complete difference of opinion-- I turn it on, he turns it off, and it's been that way since the very beginning. I'm talking about lighting-- specifically outdoor lighting. You know-- The kind that scares the Boogie Man away.

Call me a wimp, or as I prefer, cautious and a good neighbor, but I believe the outside of our house should be lit up like a Christmas tree from sunset to sunrise. It sends a clear message that ours is not a house to be burglarized and it helps keep our 'hood safe, right?

Beloved Husband pretty much thinks that's crazy and turns our single front porch light on as late as possible (if at all), then turns it off when we go to bed. Period. He claims he's being energy efficient and saving the planet. Ha!

On a good night, I can turn on all five outdoor lights in the front yard and distract Beloved from turning them off til morning. On the rare occasion I succeed, it only encourages him to double up on his "light turning off" obsession which defeats my purpose all together.

It's a losing battle-- for him, not me. I'm not giving up. All the lights in the house are on as I type this and I mean ALL-- inside and out. I figure the more that are on the better my negotiation options are. Wish me luck!

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Monday, June 14, 2010

Foot Pajamas


Seventeen years ago, during a trip to Ohio to visit my ailing father, my then two year old niece Kelly and I were keeping Dad company together. He lived with Kelly's family and she was a real treat to be around.

It was winter and Kelly was wearing a pair of yellow Carter's Pajamas, the warm kind that zipped from angle to neck and had footed slippers attached to them-- the slippers with the non-skid bottoms. She was playing in the living room while I visited with Dad in his bedroom.

Every few minutes Dad would call out, "Kelllll--eeeey", in a sing-song voice that adults often use when talking to a toddler. "Kellll-eeeey". She would tip-toe up the hallway to his room, her little feet shuffling on the wood floor, trying to sneak up on us and play peek-a-boo.

When she'd peek her head around the corner to see us, Dad would coax--"Say Grandpa. Kelly, say Grandpa", words she had yet to speak. Kelly would giggle, run into the room, throw herself onto his bed, climb up until she was nose to nose with Dad then laugh and laugh, but never said a word. Then she'd wiggle herself off the bed and run back into the living room.

This game between them went on for at least a full hour-- "Kell-eey, Kell-eey", tip-toe, peek, "Say Grandpa", giggle, throw herself on the bed, laugh then run away, over and over again.

Finally, after about the hundredth time, little Kelly threw herself on the bed, climbed up and sit on Dad's belly then said, clear as a bell-- Aunt Joanna! We all looked at each other in disbelief, as she had never said my name before either. Then Kelly tossed her head back and laugh until we all nearly cried before wiggling herself off the bed to run back down the hall again.

After a long silly minute, Dad looked at me and said "Well, I'll be damned!" Moments later, the game started all over again but other than loads of giggles and laughter, Kelly never said another word the rest of the day.

Since that winter afternoon years ago, Kelly's had lots to say and has grown up to become a lovely young woman. This summer she will prepare to attend college in the fall, and even though the winters at school will be cold, she won't be packing a pair of footed pajamas... Or maybe she will.

It could be because Father's Day is around the corner, but this favorite memory has played over and over in my mind lately, partly because Kelly is old enough to go to college and partly because I miss my dad.

I hope you have happy family memories too.
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Saturday, June 12, 2010

Sundays In My City #38 - Colorful

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It was a gorgeous Southern California day as Beloved Husband and I made our way around Downtown Los Angeles to a few historic sites I have never seen in my twenty plus years as a residents. One of our stops included colorful Olvera Street-- it's considered the birthplace of the City of Los Angeles and dates back to 1877.


Today it is filled with great foods and lots of shopping from a string of kiosks and small stores that sell a lot of this....

And this....

And did someone say shoes?!?!?!

And this, cuz you never know when you might need one....

Oh, and the food vendors and restaurants looked and smelled amazing!

We decided to pay a visit because, frankly, we're not sure how long Olvera Street will remain-- at least like this. The City of Los Angeles recently realized they hadn't raised the vendors rents in many, many years. And since the city is in such bad financial straights, they have added the Olvera Street vendors to their list of expenses to be corrected, effective immediately-- Meaning merchants say their rents have been, on average, quadrupled!

You know what that means-- Bye, bye family owned businesses, hello corporate America....

No, I don't know all the details or what the solution is, (more info here) but I do know if rents are in the thousands of dollars-- as in $3000- $4000 more than current vendors were paying, you won't be seeing seeing them for long, and that's a shame.


Sheesh.

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