What I might want for Christmas

Someone said I was hard to buy for, but it's not true.  Here's a possible list:

1.  Any recent novel that has won the Booker Prize or the Pulitzer Prize or the National Book Award.  Or a good mystery.  Or a history of tulips or World War II in Holland.  Or a book on design or decorating with lots of pictures.  Or any book that the giver thought was a sensational read.

2.  A DVD from Acorn Media.  They carry all the good stuff from Masterpiece Theater like "Cranford," "Foyle's War," "Detective Morse."  Any Bette Davis movies.

3.  Costume jewelry, especially bracelets or a cheap watch with a red band.

4. A new board game that doesn't require a knowledge of war or diplomacy.

5.  A turtle neck sweater, XL.

6.  Black leather gloves.

7. Any picture painted by a grandchild or a map drawn by Max.  A photograph of your family.

8.  Ina Garten's first cookbook.  Any cookbook.  I'm cooking again.

9.  A good looking alarm clock.

10.  A vintage hat with a veil from the 30's or 40's.

11.  A good pedometer.

12.  A cake from The Black Hound in NYC.

This is the worst Thanksgiving ever

That's what she said.

"Why?" I asked

"This is the worst Thanksgiving ever--"

"Wait, let me get pen and paper."

"You're writing it down?"

"Go ahead."

"This is the worst Thanksgiving ever because dot dot dot."

Explosion of laughter.

"BECAUSE Grandma left the game [dominoes] and I had a lot of points.  BECAUSE everyone keeps singing that stupid chickie chickie boom bah song.  BECAUSE the adults are being mean to me."

So there you have it.  Looks like Grandpa agrees with her.

Check out my new blog

I am on a new blog with three other writers. My blog appears on Thursdays. The first two were taken from Five Crows, but tomorrow is original as the rest will be from now on. The other women are young professional, young mothers--the operative word being "young." I am the crone in the group.

It's www.theapronstage.com. Or you can just push that blue w in the right hand column. Check it out.

Falling into Old Age

I stare at old women.  Can't look away.  They are the accident that's happening to me.  I could look like this in twenty years, although I plan to keep my teeth in my mouth.  And I would never carry a wrinkled toad on my shoulder to further signal my own decay.  I don't even like toad jewelry.  I did have a yen for a toad purse once.  Sam brought one home from the Phillipines.  It's mouth was the opening, it's body was lined with taffeta to hold personal items,  and its toady appendages hung down like decorative ribbons.  There's something appealing about having a dead animal for a handbag be it toad, cowhide or lizard.  Personally, I'd rather be a decorative lamp when I'm dead.  A gifted taxidermist and an electrician could do the job. The Louise lamp.  Let your light so shine!

Kayak people

I took Alice for a walk around the lake today and met a man who drove his bike to the shoreline trailing  one kayak behind him.  I stopped to talk to him about the bike trailer (he bought it on the internet) and he said it could carry two kayaks as shown above.  We agreed that twilight was the best time to be on the water.  I was envious when I later saw him paddling effortlessly eastward.  If I ever have money again, I will buy a kayak and a bike trailer.  If not, I'll keep renting kayaks and walking Alice around the lake or sitting on a bench near the water.  I will feed the voracious ducks and maybe again see one hundred geese sitting quietly on the water facing  shore like tankers in a harbor.

Medications

Here's the list:

Fluoxetine (Prozac)--for depression

Lorazapam (Attivan)--for anxiety

Ambien--to go to sleep

Senekot Stool Softeners-- to poop

Lipitor--for cholesterol

Triamterene--for high blood pressure (going off this soon)

Oxaprozin--for osteoarthritis

81 mg Aspirin--so I won't have a stroke

Can you beat that?

Happy Birthday, Dede

I made you this cake.  It has taken me all week to do it.  There was lots of cursing, but I think it turned out rather nicely.  Royal Icing.  Cinderella and the stepsisters are formed from marzipan.  Thank heaven, Cinderella is on her balcony, because the dog ate part of her dress.  The flags are melted sugar.  

The UPS man said, "No way can you mail this."

"But, but . . ."  Tears in my eyes.

"No ma'am.  No."

So it's standing on the kitchen counter where it will be until you arrive next summer to eat it.

Meanwhile, on Monday your other present will arrive. 

 I hope you are wonderfully spoiled today.  I hope your man knows what to do!

Wet kisses.