On the upside, when I am stuck with a two day headache, I have no qualms about doing nothing around the house. I’ll skip errands, tell the family to fend for themselves in the kitchen, ignore the dishes (broken dishwashers stink, too).
Laundry? Bah. I wave my paw at it.
Dogbert waves his paw at you and says “Bah!”
I resorted to the same thing I did the last time I had a headache- pulled up Netflix and plowed through more of Agents of Shield, which is still new to me. If my head is going to hurt, I’m going to binge watch. One more migraine and I’ll have the first season finished!
I have been to very few memorials or funerals in my near 50 years. I come from a small family and still have my maternal grandparents kicking around in their 90’s. Today, for the first time, I attended a memorial service for a person close to my family.
Willis “Bill” Rogers received a send off from hundreds of friends, coworkers, brother Masons, and family. I was privileged to know the Rogers since my pre-teen years and Bill served as my master teacher while I was student teaching. I tell you, it doesn’t get any better than when you get to review your lesson plans while drinking Cabernet on your father’s boat with a mentor that is as good as family!
If ever you lived in the cities of inland Southern California, I have no doubt that you have benefited somehow from the numerous clubs and organizations that Bill and wife Nancy have been a part of for many, many years.
“The great Creator having been pleased, out of His infinite mercy, to remove our Brother from the cares and troubles of this transitory existence to a state of endless duration, thus severing another link from the fraternal chain that binds us together; may we, who survive him, be more strongly cemented in the ties of union and friendship; that, during the short space allotted us here, we may wisely and usefully employ our time; and in the reciprocal intercourse of kind and friendly acts, mutually promote the welfare and happiness of each other. “
From one of the many prayers we heard today, found in the Handbook of Masonic Memorial Services
I always thought I didn’t like beer, turns out I just don’t like hops. I love an oatmeal stout, imperial stout and various porters. I let the local barflies pick my beer tonight at O’Brien’s Pub, and then the bartender wouldn’t let me get it. She loves IPAs and the Ripcurrent One 20th Anniversary Quad (an IIIIPA!) was too much for her. Always trust your bartender! She suggested the Alpine Duet IPA instead and… well… I don’t hate it. I’d even get it again!
Some of the sweetest words ever spoken to me were “…and we hope to never see you again!”
Recently I was under the watch of the Polster Breast Care Center. I am grateful for the kindness shown to me every time I came in for an appointment. Never did I feel rushed, never did a question go unanswered. One of the ultrasound docs even sat with me and helped me come up with questions about the extraordinary amount of junk showing up on my scans. Bottom line, after two years and four MRIs, I’m fine. Praise God and the fine staff at Polster!
Bringing teas and coffees to Polster Breast Care Center today. I won them in a raffle at a Mom’s club last week, and have more than enough already. The women who are waiting for their appointments have a restful lounge area to sit in, and I know someone will enjoy these treats. I’d wager that we all have things like this that we could share… look around, is there maybe something you have that could give someone else a little lift?
Thanks to Anne for providing the coffees and teas that I won!
We returned to our home state about five years ago after twenty years and three states. One of the best things about being back, besides returning to family, is that we are back in the land of diverse dining options!
Central Pennsylvania and Indiana had great restaurants, (Facia Luna and Three Sisters come to mind, respectively) but when you go into a grocery store intending to make salsa, ask in produce where the cilantro is, and get a puzzled look in return… you know you are in for some bleak years. Penn State students celebrated when Taco Bell arrived in town.
Back in The Southland, it seemed that we patronized strictly the little taquerias, with an occasional In-N-Out stop. I could have eaten tacos every day… and at times we did! After about a year the kids were fed up with our limited dining-out diet and we moved on to more variety, but we really didn’t branch out too far. Japanese, mainly (yum!).
We live smack in the middle of a huge Vietnamese, Chinese, Korean and Indian neighborhood. Half of our church is Filipino, with a monthly pancit and lumpia sale- it doesn’t get any better than this!
Wednesday nights are a good fast-food night for us, and tonight we are branching out to Indian Food! Sitar, buried in a little Sorrento Valley food court, was highly recommended. Check them out here: http://www.sitarsandiego.com/menu.htm Vetted by my Indian neighbors, it should be great (no pressure on you, Raja, har).
This is what we tried, and here’s our thoughts:
From Sitar- Lamb Vindaloo, Chicken Biryani, Samosas, Coconut Curry Soup, and more…Yum. Dinner for me, and it was great! I liked the Lamb Vindaloo best, and the Samosas were delicious.
Is this how Samosas are supposed to taste? Wow! Crispy, fried, savory, spicy pockets of veggies and meat. The dal was tasty, too, and we all liked the lamb vindaloo better than the chicken biryani. I think my kids enjoyed making naan jokes the best- “Dal? I’ll have naan of that, thankyouverymuch! Naan for me!”
branching out... on a limb 