Daily Archives: November 26, 2008

A Woman of Valor

I just received a package from my Aunt with notes and names of all the people who contacted her about the passing of her sister, my mother, Barbara.

As we pack up and head off to grandmother’s house (Jim’s grandmother, who kindly agreed seven years ago to be mine as well) there is much to be thankful for.

From my piano teacher, school music teacher to the farm stand to the neighbors who had the first color TV and invited my sister and I over to see The Wizard of Oz, everyone wrote a note or sent a contribution to their favorite local cancer center.

It was written that the highest form of praise for a Judaic woman is to be called a woman of valor, and one writer told us that our mother was one.  Thank you all.

What a Thanksgiving this will be.  Dee

Sappy Holidays

This will be a year to remember.  There’s one day a year when I’m driving to the grocery store and a holiday song comes on the radio and I’m reduced to tears.  Before and after that I turn off anything that resembles someone’s grandmother being run over by a reindeer.

It’s not even Thanksgiving and I’m waiting for it.  Last year it came en route home from Thanksgiving at the folks.  It was that song about Mary and the bird and the nightengale singing its song.  Tears flowed.

We do sport a holiday wreath on the door but don’t really decorate.  There is no tree to be found, of course Jim’s allergic to anything cedar and I won’t have anything fake.

I wonder if expecting that moment will deny me the catharsis that it brings.  In essence, that is my Christmas epiphany, the moment I’m closest to one-ness with the universe.  It’s a brief moment and I’m lucky to have it every year.

May you have your moment this and every year, Dee

ps Never underestimate the power of music.  I didn’t sleep one night last weekend and was snippy with my husband and dog.  I went out on my own and heard “You Lift Me Up” sung by Josh Groban and went right home from the grocery store and apologized, then took a nap.

The floor is cold…

near the cooler with dry ice.  I can’t believe one can actually buy it in a store.  I sent Jim off to work this morning with his leather “moving” gloves and a cooler.

My opinion after five years in the nation, scratch that, State of Texas is that they pretend to be paternalistic with all their road signs (Obey All Signs, It’s The Law!) but they allow stupid people to handle dry ice.  Now Jim grew up on a dairy and knew about liquid nitrogen and went on to get a physics degree, but I’m a reasonably smart person and I’m scared about handling dry ice.

Oh, the cooler has four holes drilled through the top for the dry ice to vent.  Yes, we took the cooler on a plane, in cargo, to NY to bring TX brisket to the masses.  One is only allowed five pounds of dry ice unless it’s a medical emergency.  He’d bought seven pounds the night before but gave the airline ticket agent a lesson on how dry ice dissipates over time and the rate of … the guy stamped the sealed container with multiple hazard warnings Jim had printed and sealed with moving tape, approved for transport.

It was great brisket.  Dee

Happy Birthday Aunt Lorna

Potato salad

Piquant meatballs. We love you

Lorna, Buon Anno!

Happy birthday! D, J and Z

Thanksgiving

It’s a good thing that we bought a SUV.  The back third is definitely for dog Zoe, with a sheepskin lining the entire part of the car, a new orthopedic bed and now a mesh barrier to keep her back there.

Now, we’re used to our current old Honda with a trunk.  Where do we place luggage if Zoe has the back portion to herself?  We’re going to Jim’s parents which means we’ll share a bag.  Zoe gets a bag. Then we need a cooler (Jim bought dry ice en route home from work last night) for frozen food, refrigerated food, beverages and sandwiches for the road.

Then we have gifts, because we won’t be together for Christmas.  Plus I’m doing a cooking class so need a box for that as well.  We will be traveling with three laptops and three cell phones (two to tether to get wireless on a ranch in the middle of… nowhere).

In the SUV we have a 6 CD changer that is invisible to the eye, and only Jim has learned to use it so far.  I’m going to try to sneak in a few CD’s before he does.  Before Dallas, the radio stops then only plays country music.  When he puts the passenger seat back and takes a nap, I’d like to listen to my kind of music.  It may include country, Celtic, Frank Sinatra, Christmas tunes from various artists, Andrea Boccelli or Juni Fisher.  Just not what one radio station tells me to listen to, with endless commercials.

I’m bringing cheddar and parmigiano reggiano, olive oil, olives, cranberry relish, spinach balls, apples, Satsuma mandarin oranges, spicy cashews and almonds, and herbs and spices and cocoa.

Right now I just want to get it done and get on the road. I’m really looking forward to seeing family and cooking with my cousins on Saturday, about the time we’ll all be ready to eat again after Thursday’s feast at Nanny’s.

Cheers to the women and men who make Thanksgiving possible.  Dee