Monthly Archives: March 2009

no longer requires massive physical infrastructure. Yes, there’s lots of telecom infrastructure underground. As newspaper after newspaper quits cutting down trees to make all that paper, it will lay off a lot of people and focus on information, not paper.

I love the feeling of a Sunday Times or International Herald-Tribune but I have my standard and other information outlets that are available to me.

I give a product for free to others and expect others to do the same. I would miss holding a newspaper in my hands. But if my husband is right and there’s large format digital paper available my husband says is forthcoming. Its predecessors are the Kindle to some extent SONY and iPhone and Blackberry.

This was not my blog. How should news information get to us? Do we need the usual outlets? Another day awaits. TIl’ then, happy cooking and eating dinner. Cheers! Dee

We’ve been here seven days. During that time Jim has been working and I’ve been doing other household business while we live and cook in an extended-stay hotel.

Tomorrow is decision-day and hopefully Monday morning is a move to a home we can live with for the next few months. Anything to get us out of what we’re doing now, but there are so few places available and fewer that meet our needs. We don’t need a seven-bedroom, two bath ski lodge. We don’t want one. But renting here is unusual.

We have several appointments tomorrow and will finally have a place to lay our heads for the next few months.

There’s much for me to do after that. Right now I’m at the desk by the kitchen and Jim is laying on the uncomfortable sofa with his laptop. We were able to get in touch with some family today, that’s good.

Right now all the single folks are wondering what drove me to Utah. The key is compromising, with the right person for you. Don’t compromise on the right person for you, but plan to compromise once you’re married. If he leaves his socks and underwear behind, figure out if that’s an issue with you. Cereal, in a bowl with milk, left even 30 minutes turns to glue. Does he rinse it, put it in the dishwasher or leave it for you to clean up?

I remember the thought of getting married right out of college then I realized I didn’t know who I was yet, much less take care of another.

Now I know who I am. It’s not Frat Party House, or cheap student apartment. It’s somewhere in-between where we can look around during this 6-month trial period and see where we might fit. One might think six months is a long time but we’ve been here a week in a hotel. Daffodils and Crocus’ are starting to come up despite snow and wind and cold.

I hope to find somewhere that will keep Jim, dog Zoe and me happy. It’s a tough economy and we’re lucky to have a job. Still hope you’re able to cook better things than I can on two burners, a microwave and pots and pans about the thickness of two sheets of aluminum foil.

What settler, other than Dee, would bring spatulas, knives, sponges, plastic scrubbies, a dish brush and dishwashing soap. And that’s nothing compared to what Aunt Lorna would bring to a two-day hotel picnic!

Cheers from Dee, Jim and Zoe, who is crashed right now after running like crazy after a ball and having a bath.

when a young and brilliant actress from theatre royalty dies. Ms. Natasha Richardson died from a fall on the slopes of Quebec’s Mont Tremblant. I am sorry to see her talent go by the boards.

Her husband, Liam Neeson, their children and the Redgrave and Neeson families are in our thoughts today.

Respectfully, Dee

Yes, I’m going to try to cook again. Spaghetti with eggs, bacon and cheese in the style of the charcoal maker (carbonara).

I’m in the midst of a house hunt, and if I hope for the best we’ll have a semi-permanent place to live by the end of the weekend. Today was snowy once again and I feared the worst as I headed into town for the first time, but a mile downhill, it was sunny and clear. It was cold (three layered light coats) but nice.

I’m somewhat listening to Mormon TV, verse 76:82 of D&C, Doctrines and Covenants/ Celestial, Terrestrial and Telestial. This is a mystery to me. I got lost today and ended up at the epicenter of Mormon worship, the Temple.

Ok I’ve been informed that the Celestial is God, the Terrestrial is God’s son, and the Telestial is the Holy Ghost. And I thought Catholicism had a lot of wends and ways to it. It’s time to concentrate on dinner and feeding Ms. Zoe.

Hope you’re cooking more inventive stuff than I can manage in an extended stay suite! Cheers, Dee

I told you about my limited cooking facilities here at the extended stay for a week. I told you also that I wouldn’t spend my time figuring out stuff to cook given these limited facilities. But that doesn’t stop my evil little brain.

One of Jim’s favorite dishes is spaghetti and meatballs. I believe I have the wherewithal to boil pasta, make or heat a sauce, and make or microwave frozen meatballs. He’ll love it!

Today I cleaned out the coolers, and re-froze the freezer packs. Also unloaded the small Zoe box and filled three Kongs with peanut butter and froze them. She’s already had one.

It was sunny most of the day today. No rain as predicted. If you’re from snow country you know what “black snow” looks like when it piles up in parking lots, plowed to one desolate spot. Yesterday’s snow blanketed the “black snow” mounds making them look at least passable again.

Hope you’re cooking up a sumptuous meal tonight. Time for me to feed the pup and take her out. She’s watching Sandra Lee on Food Network. I question her taste in cable shows. Cheers, Dee

Hi, I’m a “temp.” What does an old-school “temp” mean? One is on a typing service and can temp for whatever the wage is and answer phones.

Now everything is temporary: jobs; spouses et al. While I rue what this economy has done to all taxpayers I still think there’s a stick-to-it-iveness that we Americans have that got us out of the Great Depression and ensuing recessions. There’s a hope hidden there in our collective will and spirit.

We moved cross-country for a temporary job. It cost us thousands of dollars to get here and we still don’t have a place to live. I think that is a definition of hope.

We can be certain that as our government gives away our tax dollars to Wall Street and our newly-acquired company AIG who won’t disclose its balance sheets to its new owners (us) that the IRS will be looking to middle-income and lower-income folks to close the gaps.

People want to know how to connect with others on more than a temporary basis. It’s not Facebook or MySpace or LnkedIn. Everything is moving further from human contact. A smile, handshake, eyes crossing the room. How simple and sweet is that?

We have our days but we are best friends and are married, too. We just drove cross-country apart – separate cars – and have left our lives in storage. Where will we live, temporarily? Stay tuned as we consider multiple opportunities….

We ordered in pizza tonight. That’s another story. Cheers, Dee