Adventures in Sangria

28 Jul

Noticed this email from S-S to our friend recovering from surgery. Makes me glad I don’t drink.

sangria 1 “Oh boy. Ready for some comic relief?  This is all your fault because if you hadn’t selfishly let your hip degenerate you and J could be amusing me on my deck drinking margaritas!

“But, instead, you are wallowing in pain and leaving me to my own devices. So I invited my Gimli girlfriends to drink on my deck. I thought of serving my margaritas but remembering your sister’s disgraceful stagger home, I thought it would be irresponsible when they are driving.

sangria 2“So I thought of Sangria. Never made it before. Should have called J for her delicious recipe but thought I could do it myself (independent like someone else I could name!).  Couldn’t decide among all the recipes so combined them all: apple/orange, citrus mix, strawberry/peach. And why not throw in blueberries, cherries and strawberries. Tastes bitter. Add sugar. Some recipes added liqueur so add orange brandy, peach snaps and blackberry liqueur.  Tastes too strong. Add orange juice. Still awful.   Oh well. Leave it overnight in my pretty pitcher.

“Next morning, I find half the wine on the floor. Apparently, pretty pitcher has a leak. No problem. Add more wine. Different type. Add a third half bottle. Different type. Add more orange juice and more cherries. Done. Will put a bit in a glass and water it down with ginger ale. After adding Club Soda (okay), then Sprite (better), it wasn’t bad. After a couple of glasses, it got even better!

“Hurry up and get better so I can go back to my margaritas!!”

Welcome to my sober world.

Thank Goodness My Brain-Mouth Filter Still Works

1 Jul
Not exactly hole-related but profound in self-awareness.

Not exactly hole-related but profound in self-awareness.

Had a small birthday celebration.  Mr. Bill came. You know Mr. Bill from past posts on boats and trees. He had over-ordered  lot of cubic yards of soil for his garden Lot’s!

My nimble mind immediately kicked in with a solution: why don’t you just dig a hole to bury it in?

Fortunately my brain-mouth filter is less flabby than other body parts. Miraculously I kept my mouth shut.

Better to have them think you are an old fool rather than know you are one. Reputation saved by micro seconds. Still known as a wise elder.

Went Dancin’ Last Night

10 Mar

Went dancing last night. Yes, I know, disbelievers, but I do dance. No, not by myself.

Seems S-S and I crashed a party. We’ve done that before at a Parrot-Head convention in Key West but that’s another story.

For the first Twenty minutes or so of music we were the only couple dancing, the sole, single solitary couple. An eerie feeling. Had we crashed a funeral? So we took a break and went outside for a bit of fresh air.

Well it seems that before dancing can start there must be three conditions met:

  1.  Wine and beer must be consumed in copious quantities
  2. The meal must be served

And then the most important condition of all: 3. The DJ must play Alice. You know, Alice. A little dittie about living next door to Alice. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.

The tune started. The dance floor was instantly packed, like the Tokyo subway in rush hour

You haven’t lived until you’ve seen and heard 60, 70 and 80 year olds screaming out the improvised, four-letter add-on to the song. On one level I see it as  a celebration of life; on the other hand, aren’t they just ‘dirty old people’?

I tend to lean to the former since I was also up there yellin’ and hootin’.

Living Next Door to Alice

Living Next Door to Alice

Here is a link to the song just in case you are still pretending to not know what I’m talking about.

There now, aren’t you happy you are enlightened. I know some of my children think I walk on water and am above such crass things as dancing but the truth is, life is too good to just keep getting your feet wet, and I do like to dance.

And for those of you who still claim to have not known the song your life education is now complete and you have discovered a new ear worm that you can hum along to in a crowded elevator or in a business meeting. See who joins in.

It’s Tough Being A Cool Dude

27 Feb

Went to a blues jam session today. Had to wear my “cool dude hat”. S-S says that if I have to call it a cool dude hat I ain’t a cool dude. We cool dudes ignore comments like that, most of the time.

Cool Dude Hat

Cool Dude Hat

Six months ago S-S told me I should be wearing said hat more straight. As if cool dudes wear their hats straight! So, I jumped right on it to check, that is, six months later, today. I noticed that if the hat brim was straight, the crown was off. If the crown was straight the brim was off. S-S said the hat’s OK. It’s my head that’s off.  Cool dudes ignore comments like that, most of time.

So off to the jam session we go, cool dude and fashion/posture critic. It’s said that in a bar after drinking four or five beer you see only beautiful people there. I don’t drink beer so I have trouble finding the beautiful people. But I do drink lemonade. After four or five lemonades I don’t look for the beautiful people, I’m looking for the bathroom. Trying to hop to the distant loo, through the crowd,  with my legs crossed, and one hand holding on to my cool dude hat is something only a cool dude can handle.

Coming out of said facility, I hear, “Hey, cool hat, dude!” Yes, vindication! Cool dudes don’t ever ignore comments like that. Waiter, five more lemonades!

Mowing the House, Or Green Grow the Houses, O

22 Feb

I always thought mowing the friggin’ driveway was  challenge.

I’d like to meet the person who has to do this house in Wales. I showed it to Brute. He said it made his wheels feel sore just looking at it.

How do you mow this?

How do you mow this?

How do they do the fiddly bits around the windows?

I Could’a Been A Star

30 Jan

Went to a blues jam session today. The sound of the harmonica brought back a flood of memories. I could’a been a star!

horses-behindPicture this: London 1956. The Boy Scout troop, the Kiwis. My patrol, the Peewits (I kid you not.) We are going to put on a big concert in the local school. I loved to sing; therefore I must have a great voice. I auditioned and ended up as part of a dancing horse, the hind part; OK the horse’s rear end; OK  then, as the horse’s arse! I could’a been a star!

Now picture this. It’s the mid ’60s. I am a camp counselor. Off to sing campfire songs. I bought myself a guitar thinking someone at camp would be able to give some lessons. With guitar on my back, Kumbaya  and Michael Row The Boat Ashore dancing through my head I hitchhiked to the camp.  Watch out Joan Baez and Peter, Paul and Mary.  It was the ’60s remember. But, surprise, surprise, no-one at that darned camp knew how to play a guitar! So no-one got to hear my chords, my plunking away, my embryonic talent. It might have helped also if I knew how to tune the thing. Eventually gave it away to a nursery school teacher who claimed to be able to play it. Hah! I could’a been a star!

scared-dog-4Many years later my innate musical talents burst forth again to entertain the world. I bought a harmonica. Oh those sweet sounds from my harp, the blues world beckoning me. Watch out Little Walter, Charlie Musselwhite and the like, ‘Blues Barry’ is coming to town. I practised and practised. ‘Where’s the catch?’ you might ask. That came in the form of our little wheaten terrier, Ginny, who for some reason or other didn’t like my playing style. Now a normal dog when frightened will run away and hide after a bark or two. Not Ginny. She would come and sit in front of me, eyes wide, trembling, shaking, quivering, quaking, glued to the carpet, upon which she would then pee profusely. ‘Stop it, you’re scaring the dog,’ would come the yell from the kitchen. No mercy from the critics. No more harmonica playing. I could’a been a star!

Early Rising

15 Jan

people-who-get-up-earlyHad to get up early just the other day. What an experience!

There I was downtown at 9:00. Yes, that’s 9:00 in the morning! Shops were open. People were walking around, even talking to each other. And I hadn’t even had my coffee yet

Sometimes it’s good to break routines and find out how others live in this world. But let’s not get carried away. This is not the new norm. Thank goodness I could recuperate with an afternoon nap. Life can be tough sometimes but only we the strong will survive.

9:00 a.m.. Who invented such an ungodly hour!

 

Thank Goodness For Warm Homes

18 Dec
Deer wallows outside our bedroom window

Deer wallows outside our bedroom window

One week to Christmas. The recent cold snap is almost over. -30 before the windchill isn’t much fun.

Yet our ‘deer’ friends somehow survive without blankets, heaters, furnaces and the like. Incredible! The photo is of eight wallows where they hunker down for the night just outside our bedroom: belly on the frozen ground, backs to the cold stars. Quite the herd.

12 Sep
Tightening down the boat tarp for winter

Tightening down the boat tarp for winter

Sometimes things come together in perfect harmony.

We needed to cover the boat for the winter. The day was sunny and warm with hardly any wind. Not too hot, not too cold, just right to tuck and tape and tie. The Gimli airport where the boat is stored was surprisingly busy with air cadets practicing their gliding skills; helicopters buzzing by; cars drag-racing on the speedway; sky-divers floating down to the tarmac. An experience you can only find in Gimli.

A little side note. Sometime ago I wanted to buy S-S and myself sailing hats. Mine would Read “Captain”, hers would read “Crew”. She gave me the look that only S-S can give me, and said only if her hat read “Admiral”. We didn’t buy the hats.

Skydiving at Gimli Airport

Skydiving at Gimli Airport

No Relaxing On The Deck Today

12 Jul
No Relaxing On The Deck Today

No Relaxing On The Deck Today

Mucho rain last night. Thunderstorms forecast for today. Lottsa squishy corpses sharing the deck. Any volunteers wanna help me shovel and sweep them off? Nah, I didn’t think so. Somehow I think It’s going to be me, just me. Why do I get to have all the fun?