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If you could take any class for free, what would you choose?

Italian language classes.  Grazie. Prego.

What’s the most impulsive thing you’ve ever done?

Whitewater rafting, Class 5 rapids, with my little brother, about 18 at the time.  Guide, wetsuits (ick, getting into someone else’s wetsuit while wet at 5:00 in the morning was gross).  He was 18, I was hosting him at my apartment 60 miles away and I was 26.

We suited up in separate rooms and everyone got together, 8 plus guide/tiller to the raft for a seminar on how to do this.  Everyone got a paddle and the guide would tell us where to go.

These were heavy rapids.  On one, I just popped out and was cool as a cucumber and sent my feet downstream with my paddle across my chest.  I was rescued, we went into an eddy and almost died, then were rescued.  It wasn’t until I got to land that I realized I’d almost died and taken nearly 10 people down with me.

I started shaking while drinking the best chicken broth to warm me up for the rest of my life.  My brother was safe the entire time, I learned to appreciate life with a whole new meaning and that night, our steak and potato dinner was probably the best dinner I ever ate.

Do you notice how my answers skew to food?  Hot broth was the kicker here.  They saved me and almost sunk themselves, what can I say?

Thank you to the brave guides and to the fellow travelers on that day.  Cheers, Dee

Care to Ski?

Snowbird, UT had 63′ of snow this year. Fifteen feet is left for Memorial Day Weekend and then the lifts will be closed. They hope to go through July 4. Considering that we had snow last week and they’re still getting it with our rain, it may be an event to conquer.

Expert only, check out www.snowbird.com. As for us, we’re looking for Spring. Cheers, Dee

The Chairman

Yes, my latest male admirer has the deepest of blue eyes, and is a Lynx point Siamese. Cat, that is. I help out a local shelter once a week and Sinatra is my newest charge. He’ll be gone to a good home by next week but we got to meet and he was lovely, a gentleman and a flirt. I’m married, but we went nose to nose before I would have with any man… other than Sinatra.

While others were into rock and roll I loved Frank Sinatra. He never wrote his tunes but learned to get the best to write and arrange them. And Tommy Dorsey taught him how to breathe. Most of my music icons write their own music and play at least one musical instrument but Frank was a classic.

What can I say that on my parents’ mono record player I heard a lot of classical music, Mantovani, Sing Along With Mitch, and Frank. Frank caught my ear, and stayed with me for a lifetime. Shortly before he died, my parents took me to Carnegie Hall to see him in concert, a gift that will be appreciated always. Cheers, Dee

Happy Mom’s Day

Well, Jim’s mother and grandmother celebrated on Saturday and my mother is gone so Sunday was a free pass for lunch and a movie. Even our dog loved that because she got her treat before we walked out the door. Margie and Nanny each got rose bushes from two of her favorite grandsons and their families. We did our part, paid for some, and Jim’s brother had to dig the holes and plant Nanny’s because we were 1,500 miles away, watching a movie.

I remember always trying to plan breakfast in bed for Mom and she hated breakfast in bed. We got the refrigerater rolls of orange and cinnamon, and cooked them in the oven (I was 8, my sister was six) and we tried to make eggs but our parents would come out into the kitchen and we were busted. We tried, anyway.

There are too many moms I know so we only do roses for Margie and Nanny. And I’m glad Jim doesn’t do any scary stuff making me our dog’s mother. I’ll reciprocate for Fathers’ Day. Cheers, Dee

Dear Mom,

I know you’re gone but thought of you today. I was very stressed earlier, and put on my headphones and have been selecting iTunes downloads one by one for the past hour. My heart rate has gone down. Jim and Zoe are upstairs sleeping. You’d laugh at what I’m listening to, now a dirge, Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton.

When I was in junior and high school I sang, played and listened to Dylan, Mason, and groups like Peter, Paul and Mary. I now have a vintage songbook from PP&M I got on e-Bay and it means so much to me. You always said I liked dirges. I’m now listening to Over the Rainbow, new version by Iz. I think of you somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. And I still say they’re ballads.

Joan Baez is now singing Dylan’s “Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right.” Miss you, Mom.

Timeless Classics

It’s so cool to have a girlfriend in town. Yesterday we tooled around all day, catching up on two years of lost conversations. She wanted to stop at Best Buy and I found a Peter, Paul and Mary cd with two songs on it that I sang when I got my first guitar (cheap, nylon strings) at age 12.

So while I clean house and prepare for a weekend with husband and guest I’m singing along with Peter, Paul and Mary. How cool! I actually had a girl guitar band (the other two were tone deaf) at age 12 and we performed “500 Miles” and “Day is Done” at school. Mortifying. What gets me is how I even knew those songs existed. I know I heard them and figured out the chords.

That I’m listening to “This Land is Your Land” and the previously mentioned songs 40 years later means that they are timeless, ageless. Something I could aspire to be, someday. Enjoy your weekend! Dee

From when we first moved here… newly found

When I started as an insurance analyst for the state at the ripe old age of 22, a few months went by and my car insurance was cancelled. It was due on the first of the month. I sent it early so it would get there on time but it arrived on the second day of the month so they cancelled my insurance.

The state had a mandatory 15-day grace period. Of course they cashed my check. I called and they said there was no way to reinstate my policy, back home a seven-hour drive away. I called the insurance broker several times and his secretary always told me he was unavailable.

Wouldn’t you know there was a reception that night and the state insurance commissioner was there. I’d known him since he was a lobbyist. He asked “What’s up?” and I told him. He asked me to call him directly the next morning with the broker’s name and number, stating that he wanted to deal with this issue personally.

Before noon he called and said “I love my job! I love doing this stuff!” A few moments later a shaken insurance broker called me, apologized profusely and said my policy was never cancelled. Whatever gave me that idea in the first place? Of course he knew he cashed my check and cancelled my policy in the same heartbeat.

So, like AIG (this wasn’t AIG) insurance is an ephemeral thing. It’s something you never want to have to use. No one wants to have a car accident or get cancer. The slimiest ones are those who go door-to-door and sell single-illness coverage to poor folks. Dante has a special place for those people.

Today I spent three hours on the phone with our car insurance company changing our address and getting rental coverage that doesn’t just cover us but the 99% of our lives we have in storage. It took three companies and two calls to our temporary state’s insurance office to get things straightened out. Then I took on the phone company. Remember when the Supreme Court told Ma Bell to break up? It’s back in business and called ATT. No, you can’t call this line they directed you to because you no longer have a combined bill. You only have three cell phones (sounds combined to me) and not a land line or a modem as well. Gimme a break.

Over forty years ago my great uncle told my father he was taking him off the will as executor as he moved too much. In this economy people need to move to get jobs, even temporary jobs. We’re lucky, in a way, as we don’t have to rip kids out of school to move halfway across the country. Taking the dog out of Urban Tails and Doggie Daycare isn’t a biggie.

I want to make it easy for corporate execs like Jim to move short-term with a minimum of effort. Right now it takes me a couple of weeks to enter a place and at least that much time to leave. There must be an easier way and I aim to find it. In the meantime, I spent too much time on the phone today with these blood-suckers, walking Zoe to get her nails cut and trying to find a summer gig for one of my fav musicians.

Jim’s out with Zoe looking at the cranes. Cool birds. Keep cooking. Not cranes, of course. It’s the next day and the cable/modem guys were here for a couple hours today as I was unable to get online yesterday to send this. Thursday, when the expanded cable and modem were installed, the guy reported a problem that is not only affecting us but everyone up here in this part of the world, homes and businesses alike so they had crews out making repairs to the main line to give us more power. Cheers, Dee
Cheers! Dee

Early Christmas

My father’s Uncle Ernst sent us a gift basket every year, from Switzerland, for Christmas when we were little. It arrived in September, sat until Christmas day then awaited thank-you notes until it could be opened. Of course it was quite stale but we grew up on the taste of spicy cakes. I went to a local store yesterday for one thing and came out that, and with mincemeat, lemon curd and lebkuchen. All will be put to good use.

The mincemeat must go for tarts, and all my tart pans are in storage at this time. The lemon curd is another Brit staple from my mother’s side, that I now use for a lemon-berry trifle. Lebkuchen is definitely from my father’s side of the family. When I saw it I bought a pack of eight of what my father called “God bless you, my sons,” just because the bottom is made of the same wafer Catholics would take at Communion. He was Lutheran. How was he to explain the bottom of lebkuchen?

Well, God bless him for that one. And God bless Uncle Ernst for keeping us in his thoughts for so many years. Best wishes, Dee

Coffee on the Deck?