Monthly Archives: December 2010

A Room With a View

Most days, most nights we look upon an incredible vista. Now, after a major snowstorm, we’re going into negative digits tonight so have all the blinds down. Heat is up to 69 (from 68) and we didn’t use the fireplace at all downstairs tonight because that tricks the only thermostat to say it’s warm enough upstairs.

I love to see the stars at night, but with the snow these days we can’t even see ten feet away. Secluded in our little cocoon, it might be easy to shut out the world, but I don’t want to.

Between weather segments on the news this morning (with commuter link info streaming over my computer) I learned that the new fashion is “pajama chic” with flannel and plaids et al. Well, won’t my husband be styling with his Stetson and Resistol dress shirts. I’ve always called it “Utah Formal.” He even has a hat, not a ten-gallon, but more of an Indiana Jones hat to protect from summer sun. Right now he’s wearing a rabbit fur Russian hat.

We are prepared for the weather, I just dress in more layers. I’ve made my New Years’ resolution, not to make a resolution. And it’s stuck even though the ball hasn’t dropped as yet. Ok be a better person, discover new flavors and techniques in the kitchen, play with the dog more and take long walks with husband and dog. That’s it. Cheers, and a happy new year, Dee

Conversations

As I branched out, left home for college, any time I called home I had to wait in line, two phones for 75 people on the floor. All long-distance charges. Hi, how are you, what are your grades, OK do better next week. Bye.

In a universe vastly different we have all-inclusive cell plans plus Skype so when we were living outside the country we could call in for two cents per minute! My mother always kept conversations short, as short as they were in the 1940′s when “long distance” was a luxury.

She still did, and most of my family does as well. My brother and I can talk a bit and have some great conversations about politics and lots of things, but those conversations have become rarer.

While monetary considerations were not really the reasons for my family keeping conversations short, the danger of overcharges should be a concern to my mother-in-law who makes every cent count. No, luckily we both have plans that allow an hour or so of uninterupted banter. I never liked the phone. Calling a girlfriend a block away who I’d just seen was foreign to me, even in high school.

We now live at least 1,000 miles from any family, so phone and email have become much more important. Visiting is always best but not always practical in this economy.

Spending 1 1/2 hours on the phone is a first for me. Normally it’s my husband’s mother Margie, or Nanny. But of late my brother-in-law has made it a point to check in with me every month or two. He’s on the road a lot for work and we talk of family and trade stories. I’ve known his big brother for nearly ten years and we’ll have our 8th wedding anniversary next month but it took a long time to have more than a passing “hello” in the hall while at the folks for Thanksgiving.

He’d go out hunting early in the morning, a man’s man. They’ve never had a sister so it is with pride that I accept the title “sister” from my brother John. We still disagree politically, without rancor. When we’re together the whole family just gets along but we don’t have kids in the mix. My husband’s family has taken me in and it’s an honor to be a part of this family. Cheers, Dee

Customer Service

We tried to get my husband two pair of corduroy slacks before leaving on our trip Christmas eve (the trip that was not taken because I got sick). We went to a favored local shop with nice owners, with good taste that usually has his size. I’d been nearly two weeks ago to check things out while my husband was home sick, set some aside so we went the Saturday before Christmas so he could try them on.

Didn’t work. So we asked them to special order his size. They said they couldn’t get them before Christmas. We needed at least one pair for our trip so husband Jim set up an account with the company and arranged for two-day FedEx. The shop owner was in touch, we told him what was going on and he called the company that he does business with every day and complained that his customers were able to get stock but his shop could not. A company owner assured him he’d be overnighted two pairs of slacks. They did not arrive on time, neither did ours.

Now that I’m finally well enough to venture out, I’ll stop by the shop tomorrow to see the latest episode in this saga. All I can tell you is that we’ve spent a good deal of money there, and the shop’s owner has always been nice to us. Throughout this he’s been on the phone giving me updates and we are very appreciative of his efforts. Thanks, Doug!

Now I’m going to tell you a recent story of old-time customer service. Last fall, Jim was amassing a woodworking tool set for our nephew, now eight years old. Many tools are on a slightly smaller scale, and many are antiques. One antique he found was from a dealer in upstate NY. Jim emailed the order and the tool’s owner took the tool, packaged it himself and mailed it at his own expense with a note asking if this was what Jim was looking for. If not, please mail it back. If so, please remit payment. I emailed him in thanks and to arrange payment and it turns out we grew up in the same area and worked at the same arts organization at the same time 30 years ago. Talk about trusting your customer! This guy was aces!

Unfortunately we come upon many inept, rude or condescending people who are paid to serve the customer. The drycleaner I went to the first two weeks, no one was ever at the counter. There was no bell. There was a gal in back chatting on her cell phone with a friend. After several minutes she appeared, looked annoyed that I’d entered the shop and said with a sigh, “guess I’ll have to call you back.” I got Jim’s last shirt out of there and never went back. For nearly two years I’ve gone to a better shop, even better located next to our mail. When I walk in, Jim’s clean shirts are already hanging on the rack and both attendants say “Hello, Miss Dee!” Recently their machine ate one of Jim’s shirts. I filled out a claim form, and they put a credit on my account immediately for the full amount so now I get free shirts! For a few weeks, anyway.

I feel for the clerks here, not so much waiters as they get tips. My “entitlement theory” of rich vacationers believing they’re above all others reigns supreme here in the mountains and the people who get paid the least (Wal Mart workers, drycleaner staff et al) get treated badly quite often. I worked in a resort community in college and know what they go through so try to make interactions pleasant, especially when I’m a regular customer.

Customer service can make or break a business. Even in the chi chi resort towns they recognize the locals and we’re mainly treated with respect as they need us the other six months of the year. I’m NOT a shopper but even in the tony shops we’re treated well. Granted we don’t go into most galleries as we’re not really looking for expensive art. But I know what it’s like to be snubbed in a high-end kitchen store. I knew more than any of their people and wanted a second job for the holidays so asked for an application. No, I was not blond, page-boyed and fake. I was a cook. No way they wanted anyone like me in there! And I was a regular customer!!!

For those of you providing excellent customer service, keep it up. You’re few and far between. To those who are not, set a good example for your staff and teach manners if their parents have not done their job in that regard. Cheers! Dee

Old Before One’s Time?

For the past four days and nights I’ve alternated spaces and positions, but mainly it was me in the living room chair, with pillows and comfy blanket surrounded by tissues, a glass of water and perhaps a mug of tea or broth.

It was not a pretty picture, sitting up 24 hours per day so that my lungs don’t fill up. The dog got bored quickly and demanded attention. My husband was home because we were supposed to be at a party on Christmas Eve half a country away and had to cancel our flights. It had to kill him to stay home and take care of me but he did it without a complaint, probably because I just finished taking care of him for the same illness.

Sitting in that chair with a blanket for days, I thought of getting old and not being able to, or worse, just not wanting to get out of that chair. It’s not going to happen. But on Christmas morning when my husband and dog were sound asleep, my husband was proud of me for watching the Star Wars Trilogy, Episodes 4-6. He awakened when A New Hope was nearly over, walked downstairs and we kept the films on all day!

It’s good to be up and about a bit today. I vacuumed downstairs because there was so much dog hair… and dusted a bit, cleaned out the fish bowl as it smelled like ammonia. Jim washed the dog yesterday and ran a comb through her today to get a bit of the undercoat she’s been leaving around. I even made pizza for dinner (of course, from scratch).

It’s good to be feeling better and to maybe even sleep in my own bed tonight. There’s still some youth in this gal. Even though we missed this much-needed vacation, hubby is going back to work tomorrow and we’ll work something else out to get away for a few days.

Hmmmm. Planning. Events. I can do that. Wait, I’ve got it. I’ll go over Niagara Falls in a barrel, no-one’s ever done that, right? Dee

His Depradations Are Over

I remember Mattie Ross uttering that line. Why? I was in NYC for the first time I ever took a plane. My three year-old brother drank hot cocoa on the plane and spit it out all over. We took the subway when my mother (Dad was at meetings) was six-months pregnant and he asked about all the “chocolate” people. They were kind, gave her an elusive seat.

The other main theme of this visit for me was Radio City Music Hall and a screening of True Grit. This is during the week that included July 20, 1969 and the landing on the moon on my sister’s birthday. It was an illustrative week, of present and future.

I’ve written about my live heroines but Mattie Ross became my film herione at the time. I was ten, Rooster Cogburn was OK but being in NYC at Radio City Music Hall was fantastic and I wanted to be Mattie Ross like I wanted to sing like Rosemary Clooney, dance like the best of ABT and NYC Ballet dancers and meet Frank Sinatra.

This is not a movie parents would take three children 10, 8, and three to, but it was the spectacle of perhaps the theater itself, Radio City, and a brand new New York City that made this spectacular. Of course I remember you, John Wayne, but now I’m thinking this may have been the beginning of cowboy culture in my mind, if not my life.

I look forward to seeing Rooster and Mattie again on the big (littler these days from Radio City) screen very soon. Not in NYC, but in another landscape. It’s years later and I’ve many other reel heroines but that will be saved for a later date.

Welcome back Mattie and Rooster and colleagues! Dee

Merry Christmas!

Wow, some folks hopefully had a capon on hand but didn’t ask this blog until this morning how to cook it. Hope it wasn’t frozen solid this morning! You guys are really taking it down to the wire. Hope it all worked out.

I am writing from home. We cancelled flights to see family because I became ill on Wednesday, worse on Thursday and we were supposed to fly out Friday to a family member who can’t catch anything right now, plus I’ve been miserable for three days now and my fellow passengers might have just pushed me out of the plane!

My husband is out for Christmas dinner with colleagues. We always hosted “orphans” so it’s about time he was treated (I believe what goes around, comes aroud and it doesn’t matter what city or country you’re in) and I stayed in. We went out to the only restaurant in the neighborhood that was open today, Chinese and my choice. We got a big bowl of soup and an appetizer. I brought more than half the soup home for dinner, hot and sour soup that cleared me out, as did the green tea.

One of our regular “orphans” called tonight as she waited to attend a movie this evening, halfway across the country, perhaps alone. I feel bad that we weren’t there for her this year to serve her a home-cooked holiday meal. She always brought us such great gifts, a bottle of wine and even better, a couple dozen dead tennis balls for Zoe to chase and chew on! She may be coming out to visit soon, let’s hope, we miss all our friends and family.

No cooking to report, except eggs and bacon and biscuits (packaged mix) this morning because it’s Christmas and I hadn’t eaten much and I feel bad for my husband being around here when we’re supposed to be traveling and he’s off work. When there’s more interesting info to report I’ll let you know. Enjoy your family and friends, don’t spread nasty germs, Dee

Holiday “Orphans”

Since 2002 my husband and I have celebrated Thanksgiving with his grandmother and over fifty members of his family (scary at first, before we were married and I was being “interviewed) and they’re good folks.

We have never celebrated Christmas or New Years’ Eve. My husband’s birthday is December 23 and his family always kept it separate from Christmas. Mine is in November so some years when we need something, we call it a birthdays and Christmas gift to each other. Our wedding anniversary is in January so we took a weekend trip.

One Christmas tradition we made while living in TX for several years was inviting all the folks who were alone, didn’t have family or family was halfway around the world. It was a different bunch every year, and a different menu but I really enjoyed planning those dinners and making people feel at home.

This year we’re going to see my Dad. Luckily we’re not, to our knowledge, leaving any potential “orphans” stranded. Perhaps we’ll have a feast after the new year and have a few friends over. After my oven is fixed. I can’t possibly do a roast with a wildly fluctuating temperature gauge!

One year, the year Jim’s parents and brother came to visit, I made a pork roast and cornbread-stuffed Gala apples all with a hard apple cider gravy (thanks Tyler Florence). I’d really love to try to make a standing rib roast, or even a fillet. If it’s a fillet it’ll definitely have to wait ’til the oven works! Yorkshire pudding (I have popover molds but they’re in storage). I’d start with cold and hot appetizers, and definitely add the new cauliflower/brussels sprout gratin everyone loved last week. And for dessert, perhaps mincemeat tarts, lebkuchen and perhaps something easier for other palates to handle, trifle.

I love planning menus. My husband doesn’t get it and thinks he’d be happy with a robot in the kitchen. I’d love to let him run this place for a week. Those robots would be in a trash heap! He could only be left with an agreement that he couldn’t go out to a restaurant to eat, except for weekday lunches with his work pals. Interesting idea.

Some of my favorite memories include sitting in my freezing cold bedroom in upstate NY with ten cookbooks around me, designing a balanced menu for my guests, then seeing them enjoy themselves with conversation, wine and food. Husband Jim calls me a nurturer, probably why he married me, that and when we stood on the beach watching the sunset he could rest his chin on my head. I was the perfect height for a headrest! Cheers, don’t work too hard but get some food prepped now so you can enjoy your family and friends at dinner, Dee

Entitlement Theory

I see it every day. Some of the people who live here and many of the people that visit to ski have a sense that they’re more important than anyone else. They sneak in front of you in a merge lane or use the shoulder to pass and cut in front. Yesterday a man at Whole Foods left a large cart in front of me, at an angle, so I couldn’t pay for my groceries without lifting it to get it out of my way.

Here’s the kicker, today, four days before Christmas snow and ice and slush are everywhere on the roads, in parking lots. There are three mailboxes designed for car access near the post office. One person was pulled up and the woman in the passenger seat was writing, writing, stamping and placing one envelope at a time while blocking all three mailboxes, with her flashers on. Four cars (mine was the third) were waiting,for over ten minutes, for this woman to stop blocking us from getting around her, and others on the main road behind her SUV.

Finally a car pulled out and I drove through six inches of compressed snow and ice to get around her (thank you Blizzacs and AWD) only to have her back up and nearly hit me on my way to the grocery store.

Perhaps I grew up in a different era, but I would never imagine blocking three mailboxes in a snowstorm with people waiting and writing my holiday cards, address, affixing a stamp and putting them one by one in the box. That’s what a desk or dining table is for. Even the counter at the post office!

It’s the same people who say, “Oh, you rent” then don’t talk to you anymore. Sometimes I play with them and throw in Del Mar, La Jolla or different arts organizations and all of a sudden I’m worthy of being spoken to! That’s the end of the game for me, after all we’re both shopping for hummingbird food at Wal Mart. Let’s just say they aren’t invited to brunch or brought soup when they’re ill.

To all those who look down upon the peons of the world with disdain, what goes around comes around. If you treat your maid and gardener badly, it’ll come back some day some time. That’s what I’m counting on for a few choice people, mainly in the working world, who tried to make my life miserable. No, I’ll never get them for what they did but their actions will one day. I don’t know where they live or work, but they’ll eventually come to the attention of someone who can do something about it. Perhaps on judgment day, who knows.

Do unto others is something I’ve taken to heart since I was a little girl. I was taught when I erred but pretty much had a good moral compass. I don’t take anything for granted and treat everyone fairly. If I cut you off in traffic, it was probably because a cyclist entered my lane and I didn’t want to hit him. Sometimes it’s unintended, but personal slights in everyday situations where the offender has no clue they’ve been offensive, offend me. Hear that, rich ski people in for the holidays? Cheers, be nice to your waitress, your maid, driver, porter, ski instructor and nanny. Dee

Vacation Rentals

Have you ever used TripAdvisor? Check it out when you visit somewhere new. They have reviews of restaurants, hotels, and now vacation properties by travelers like you and me. I regularly write reviews of restaurants mainly to thank the good ones and occasionally to let fellow travelers know that the one with the “buzz” is a bust.

TripAdvisor Insighters asked me to do a survey about vacation properties. We have had very good luck with renting vacation homes, but we might not be their target demographic. See, we moved here for 3-6 months and have been living with another family’s furniture, artwork and silverware for … 21 months! Yes, we packed up everything we owned and put it in storage 1,500 miles away, took a few clothes, our laptops, food processor, PSIII and the dog and we’re here!

Our only shaky experience was an assignment for my husband for six weeks in Orem, UT. I couldn’t bear the thought of going out to eat three times a day and the company he was working for paid for me to go (and the dog). I saved them a ton of money by cooking at home but they made our lives miserable and there was no corporate housing so the nicest apartment complex in town cobbled together something with horrible rental furniture. It didn’t help that one of the largest companies in the world wouldn’t pay the rent, and my only computer access to pay bills and contact friends and family was the business office.

Since then we’re more expert in sussing out the best properties that meet our needs and save the company money. When we were in London it was $500/night for a hotel and probably $160 for what we paid, plus I made breakfast every day, lunch for me, and dinner 3-4 nights a week. In Scotland we had our favorite flat just off the main square. I had three groceries and walked to the drycleaner a couple of times a week to get my husband’s shirts done.

Out here in ski country, we have a lovely 2.5 bedroom, 3 bathroom home on a nature preserve. We take good care of it, and the owners enjoy having it occupied without advertising for tenants, interviewing them and renting for a ski weekend or week at a time.

Perhaps it’s because I’m a cook that I want some semblance of a kitchen. Restaurant meals are heavy, not to mention expensive. If we’re not going to spend a week somewhere, I’ll choose one of the newer Holiday Inn Express or other hotels that have replaced the mini-bar with a real (small) frig. I like having orange juice in the frig and perhaps cereal and milk and fruit before hitting the road or sightseeing. I especially appreciate hotel rooms with a small safe, where we can place our laptops, passports and other valuables before leaving for the day. Oh, yes, our ski home does have a safe in the guest bedroom, which we have yet to use.

Hope you enjoy our tales of travel and wonder. I think Jim’s car just pulled up in the snow and slush. We’re going out for dinner tonight. Cheers! Dee

Snow

We had wet snow then slush today, now it’s snowing and sticking. No-one plowed until late afternoon so I had to use AWD and my killer snow tires to get out. Right now it looks like the fake snow in White Christmas!

We saw that movie the other night, my husband has been home sick since lunchtime on Wednesday so didn’t mind an old sappy movie that is one of my favorites. Today he finally shaved and we got out and I hope he’s well enough to go to work in the morning as my Florence Nightengale tendencies diminish by the day. And we have to get everyone ready for Christmas.

It’s really coming down out there and sticking. My loving husband and dog are sound asleep, the dog on my clean pillow until I go back upstairs to sleep. I’ve had too much of that so am up reading and writing. No numbers, luckily except the phone bill that I just paid.

We’ve Christmas cards on the dining table to write and haven’t done one, and we may not get to them, but over the past two days I’ve found out that one girlfriend lost her 14 year-old dog and another had back surgery and is recovering. Both are far away so I can’t even make a meal or hang out for tea and a chat.

I’m lucky my father is still alive, and Jim’s lucky his parents survived the recent car crash and his dad’s on the mend after back surgery and that his grandmother is still her cheerful, smart, funny and lovely self. I don’t think Jim’s dad knew that deer season means you have a permit and a gun. One buck ran in front of the SUV being pursued by a hunter and he couldn’t stop in time. Thank goodness they’re still with us.

We are thankful for family and friends always, but especially this time of year. A humorous note, I thought my girlfriend and father-in-law could get together. Remember Jaws when all the guys compared their shark scars? These folks can talk about how many screws put their spines back together! But Gracie sleeps in our room, where our Zoe used to when we didn’t have to fly to see my in-laws.

Happy holidays! Dee