Author: Rene

The Breakfast of Champions!

A gentleman sitting next to us acquired two beers, two glasses of orange juice, and a latte with his scrambled eggs. (We were attempting to get combobulated after our flight, so we enjoyed time in the Munich lounge hoping to down some caffeine in order to adjust to a new schedule.) That is one of the things I always loved about travel through Germany. There is bier für früstück.

Did I mention free? It’s free in the lounge, so it’s almost required that one of German descent consider the digestive benefits of beginning the morning with a swig. To quote a famous line from ye olde sing-alongs, “In heaven there is no beer, that’s why we drink it here. And when we’re gone from here, our friends will be drinking all our beer.” And they have just brought a rack of Bavarian pretzels for our breakfast pleasure!

Prost!

Crossing my fingers for secure wi-if connections and continued observations of the mundane!

My daughter “informed” me that “informed delivery” has been around for years and she uses it daily. Hm.

The Post Office sent me an email picturing all of my snail mail which was going to be delivered this afternoon. (I signed up for the “informed delivery” option when I went to the website a few days ago.) It was pretty cool when I traipsed down the driveway to collect my all-important missives and it was as promised. And they did not include the junk mail.

Consider this a PSA if you didn’t know you could request this option. I never really have anything that great showing up, but if you send me a letter, I will know it’s coming that day. That would be a blast of excitement in my day!

My sister always said one should have “a little danger in the day.” I think a more apt translation would be “excitement,” as we rarely encountered danger when we were together.

However, with that mantra in mind yesterday I consumed the cottage cheese that had a “best by” date of December 28. I figured that was a mere suggestion, and as I awoke feeling just fine, apparently it wasn’t that dangerous of a feat.

2023 is off to a rip-roaring start!

Whilst dragging trash bins to the curb I was privy to some balmy weather at 6 am this morning. It’s 24 degrees, but it feels quite spring-like. This could explain the dress code adapted by the high school students returning to classes. I just get a kick out of what they wear in winter.

I seem to recall boots, coats and mittens attached with a crocheted string as my winter wear eons ago. (I probably ditched the mitten-minder in middle school.) I’m guessing today is shorts weather for sure.

“Muskrat Suzy, Muskrat Sam, do the jitterbug in muskrat land….”

Okay, I don’t know ALL of the lyrics, but I do remember this one and I loved The Captain and Tennille. Now, “Love Will Keep Us Together,” I have that one down pat!

Yes, the grocery store does cater to me in the early hours of the day, and yes, I do sing out loud when I like the tune. It’s our duty to share music with others. Go and put a song in your step today. Mine will be, “The Itsy Bitsy Spider.”

…in with the old.

My sister wisely chose to give my mother’s “Osterizer” a second chance in her home. Christmas baking did in the unit she had and Mom’s appliance came to the rescue.

They just don’t make things like they used to. Hello, Old Friend.

Inspired by the Denver guy on our news channel who is helping the city of Denver by voluntarily shoveling intersections, I went out AGAIN to shovel the ice dam from the bottom of the driveway. I really do admire that guy – and I would definitely shovel blockades of snow if they would only move. However, the frozen substance on the shoulder of my property and sides of my driveway does not succumb to my minimal shoveling force.

Joyously, I proclaim that my husband, chief snow-remover, has returned from his most-worthy absence. If something happens to the plow, it is now on his shoulders. Relief has been given. He can observe my attempts to remove frozen water from our driving surface. He can nod his head in an encouraging way, remembering years of yore when he was absent for these snowfalls, when he relied on his trusty spouse to remove the frozen precipitation. (I did ask him for a tutorial on the new ATV plow before he departed.)

Of course, we have no snow in the forecast now that he’s returned. Whew!

The Kings shall be returning to their home awaiting next year’s journey from storage. They won’t be sticking around for the Stock Show, although the snow will keep my outdoor lights going until the weekend. I need warmer weather to get those stowed.

Thanks to a regular contributor for this amusing and thoughtful note. She has recognized the truth of celebrating with a young one. Happy journey to all.

Seriously, I can stand to be held accountable. And if you are a current grandmother, you will understand. If not, “imagine.” And really – imagination is the best thing of all!

Last night, my granddaughter muted my husband’s call. I do not think of this of “Divine Intervention,” tempting as that is. It is the button that is calling to her. And why was that so? Because we were chatting and she was responding and communication was happening on two levels, though one was electronic of sorts. She liked that button. Really – those engineers need to look at this level of intelligence in their findings.

There is no way I am swift enough to follow her little digits. She is keeping me on my toes – Whew! A blessing, for sure.