Author: Rene

Some days are just meant for silliness. I love this kind of stuff, so I’m sharing “not my thoughts” yet again. Besides, it’s just another day of me and the cleaning lady. She’s a lazy thing, not wanting to do her job when the sun is shining brightly with the promise of a lovely day. So, I’m going to ignore her, spend time with the gardener, and promote fun today. Thanks for this bit of inanity, APB.

In our unceasing attempts to find something worthy of watching on television, we stumbled upon this gem-of-a-documentary. “The Pistol Shrimps” was an entertaining, fun and uplifting surprise.

The film follows a women’s recreational basketball team. It reminded me of my brief stint in the realm of college basketball. This was NOT the rec team, but the real team! I was recruited for pre-season assistance my senior year, as some members of the squad couldn’t practice due to the overlap in sporting seasons. It was an interesting arrangement, as I had never played basketball, but I was a warm body on the court. We didn’t have women’s basketball until I was a junior or senior in high school, and by then, I wasn’t interested in learning a sport which held no interest for me other than the promise of a new cheerleading uniform. And I was short.

Suffice it to say, I did an okay job on defense as I made “stealing the ball” my goal. I had no interest in scoring. Theft was my game. And they did ask me to stay on for some strange reason. I probably brought some levity to the court as I couldn’t have been taking that practice season seriously. Who knows? Maybe I missed another opportunity for a career, along with sushi chef?

You’ll like “The Pistol Shrimps.”

This cracked me up. Thanks, Sis. We always knew Mom’s security code! “Princess” never made it to that revered status, and neither has “Frosty.”

We made sushi last night! My husband and I sat at the kitchen island while our son directed us in the fine art of sushi rolling. It was entertaining, and of course, satisfying to sample the wonderful rolls we made. They were delicious in spite of the fact that I couldn’t get mine rolled “quite right.” (We can rule out sushi chef as a potential career.)

A learning experience. I didn’t know you rolled the Nori on a mat. I didn’t know that said seaweed was “scored” lightly to help you cut the rolls. I didn’t realize you needed special rice, and that the rice vinegar was just exactly that – vinegar to season the rice! Silly me. I’ve been appreciating sushi without understanding its production, or knowing that our son is so accomplished in that realm.

The next new trick? Maybe I’ll learn to use my broiler pan properly. Or the angel food cake mold. Or the silicon cake pan mold. Or the 50 tips that came with my cake decorating kit. Opportunities abound.

I was right! Wild turkeys in my front meadow. And yet, I doubted my vision, because there are NO wild turkeys around here, only along the interstate crossing the plains or in my dad‘s backyard. And yet, voila!

My sighting was confirmed when I invited my neighbors for a renewed cantina. I learned via “Pann” that I was accurate, as her big-game-hunter husband confirmed my suspicion. Wild turkeys were roaming the ‘hood.

With the hawk-and-magpie show (it must have been the fledgling that went down as the magpie has deserted the nest) the herd of deer and the nasty taunting squirrel, Nat Geo scored this week. Some nice diversions in between the dreary snow showers.

Yesterday I mused that my mother always watered her plants on Thursdays. I stared at mine for a bit, (and her adopted plants) noticing they weren’t drooping too badly. Besides, most of the green army fighting for survival happens to fall into the range of succulents. I’ve convinced myself they do better with stress, so just watering them makes them a little too reliant on me. The other plants just have to learn to accommodate the happy-go-lucky moisture schedule. This could explain the deplorable state of my mother’s fern. Well, I still haven’t lost any plants other than the ones I intentionally dispatch, so it shouldn’t give up hope.

That got me to thinking about habits and good practices and why-in-the-world did I save two months of cleaning for one day yesterday, instead of just watering plants? I was righteously exhausted last night, which in layman’s terms means, “You still won’t sleep well.”

So, I’ve got habits, just not scheduled ones. Other than the paper, puzzles and coffee, that is. Those are on a daily regimen called, “Let’s wake up.”

The hawk returned! My neighbor said she espied it, but I hadn’t seen him yet. Yesterday we were treated to an up-close-and-personal sighting, complete with a kill and dining experience, all in the front yard!

The unfortunate victim of our bird of prey happened to be another bird. (I was hoping for a squirrel kill, but no such luck.) Thankfully, we had no Amazon deliveries to interrupt this amazing feast. He took down his meal. I watched it writhe until escape was impossible and then proceeded to gaze in awe at his masterful cleaning of the carcass. Feathers were flying! I retrieved the binoculars for a detailed viewing of the carnage, musing that I was rather hard-up for entertainment. He was efficient, taking off after 20 minutes with a piece of meat. That thought led me to believe that perhaps “he” was a “she” going to feed her young one.

A nasty old magpie stood watch from the Linden tree the entire time, and then followed the hawk upon its departure. I suppose this magpie needed some food for her young ones, because she has built a messy nest in my pine tree. Or maybe her young one was the entree for the hawk?

April really is the cruelest month, Geoffrey!

Ernest Hemingway played bridge. He wrote best when he traveled and became a foreigner in a new country. He would strive to begin his works with “one true sentence.” He would reread what he wrote every day. We are so alike.

He had a couple of head injuries though, so our roads diverge there. (Unless you count the three scars I have on my pate?) Whilst viewing the PBS program on his life, I looked at my reminder list on the iPad. I have a list of travels, various party invitations, things to clean, and what I hope to do. FOUR of them are things I intend to write. Well, I have written a couple, but PUBLISHING, should probably have been stipulated. So maybe Ernest and I have more in common than I thought.

Here’s to publishing one thought for the day! More riveting musings to follow.

After arguing and finding NO HELP with the people who administer this site for me, my husband was able to switch a few things around. After great angst, we think we have it figured out. Thank you for your patience, people. Let’s hope I have something worth writing!

We’re back at it!