Saturday, October 3, 2009

Lost and rarely found

Some products I like to use have become difficult to find. With all the brands on the market, no grocery store can have everything, but dang it, they should have these things! If your favorite store stocks these items, let me know so I can put in an order when you come to visit!

While the idea of a scent-free air freshener seems like an oxymoron (and possibly not very effective, considering the reason a person typically uses an air freshener), Oust scent-free air freshener was a necessary staple in our household until it vanished from store shelves a few months ago. Scented air fresheners make me gag, especially when combined with post-bathroom visit odors.


Handi-Wipes. I use 'em all the time to wash dishes instead of fabric dishcloths, which get stinky and gross too quickly. I've discovered that the people who stock shelves at Cub, HyVee, EconoFoods, etc., play a nasty little game called, "Let's hide the Handi-Wipes". Logically, they should be in one of two areas: near dish washing liquid or in the paper products section. Ha! Just try to find these elusive reusable cloths and you'll see what I mean. Now, when I actually DO find them, I buy three or four packs at a time. Those stock boys can't fool ME!

Pantene Classic hairspray has an unscented version that I used to buy at Target or WalMart. Where has it gone? The only other hairspray I can tolerate is an Aveda product, which costs about five times as much as Pantene.
Here's something Hannah introduced me to, and I love it. Mott's Granny Smith applesauce in individual containers is 100 times better than other applesauce. But none of our local or area grocery stores stock it.
I saved the best for last. Hyrdox cookies have been missing since 1980, or thereabouts. Oreos are a poor substitute for Hydrox; the frosting fillings are nothing alike. I miss the gritty, sugary texture of Hydrox filling, and the less-fake-than-Oreo chocolate cookie taste. Looks like the manicure on the hand model who posed for this picture is from 1950, don't you think?
If you have favorites that you can't find, let me know.

The reason I wrote this inane entry today is that I'm trying to stay distracted from thinking about Charlie and Annie running in the Twin Cities Marathon tomorrow. I've had sympathy leg pains for two days, and at least one other symptom I'll not mention, but you know what I'm talking about, Charlie. I wish you both a good run tomorrow. We'll be cheering you on.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Visitor from Otown

A little boy came to visit this rainy afternoon, delivered by Grandpa Dave, who stayed to chat for a while and fill us in on Miles' activities with him and Grandma Doreen.

Most of Miles' time here was spent making eggs and hamburgers in the play kitchen. We read about belly buttons and baby animals,and also checked out video and photos of the cousins.
Miles helped Gma Jill by pushing the button (pronounced with crisp, clear t's!)
when it was time to look at another picture or video.


Hannah's rousing rendition of the pinata song got Miles singing, too.
He was equally impressed by her toots and her excellent Spanish!
Miles said hi to Owen and laughed at how cute he is eating rice cereal!

Ethan got a smooch thrown his way...

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Our top story tonight...

An earthquake followed by a tsunami caused devastation on Samoa and American Samoa today, and Najubullah Zazi was charged with conspiracy to commit terrorism. Death and destruction are usually a big deal on the news, right? But what was the lead story on KEYC-TV this evening at 10 p.m.? You guessed it: the St. Peter football team was rehydrated at Friday's game with water served in paper cups rather than from water bottles to deter the potential for spreading H1N1. It included video coverage of two water boys carrying a tray of water cups with the startling revelation that the cups tipped over the first time and water spilled. Interview footage with the A.D.--Jim Kruger--and the H.S. principal--Paul Peterson--rounded out this news headliner for September 29.

The cups were red and white, but may not have been coke cups, but I needed an image. How will the school district reconcile greenness with the use of disposable paper cups? Does disease trump environmental concerns?
Teresa, you'd know the answers!

Holy cow, Annie, didn't you do a project involving the spread of disease because of high school athletes sharing their spit and sweat YEARS AGO?? So why are football players still sharing water bottles? And why in the hell is this the top news story tonight--or any night? I admit I'm in a heightened state of irritation recently, mostly do to my own pathetic work environment, but for Pete's sake people!!! (Who is Pete?). I rest my case.

Friday, September 25, 2009

There might be something to hockey after all

A couple of my students shared this with me today. Even if you don't love hockey as much as I do (choke), enjoy.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Happy Birthday to Larry

It's a little late in the birthday day for Larry/ Dad/ Paco/ Grandpappy, so my apologies for not announcing your special day earlier. We were on the road to Rochester this a.m. to meet GGpa Charlie at Pannekoeken for an early lunch. GGpa was in great form and full of humor. After lunch we did a little drive around the Silver Lake area of Rochester. The temptation to get out and walk a bit was thwarted by drizzly weather and abundant goose poop in the park by the lake.

Thanks to Miles, Annie, and Tanner for letting us invite ourselves for supper. Everything tasted great, from Tanner's grilling to the birthday brownies for dessert. We picked up Miles around 2:45 from Kids Korner, and he jabbered all the way home about semis, trucks, a police car, and honking. Honk comes out "hOHnk" with the word "oh" in it. Miles sang "Happy Birthday" to his grandpappy, a version of which should appear on YouTube, right Annie?

A call from Hannah to sing "Happy Birthday" and another from Charlie to mock his father's age (and then offer his good wishes) rounded out the evening. Dad thanks you!

I was able to get tickets for Jerry Seinfeld on November 13 for as a gift for Larry/ Dad/ Paco/ Grandpappy after a great deal of wrestling with Ticketmaster. Can't wait to see Seinfeld perform again!

Only three birthday hours left, so Happy Birthday to YOU, Larry! 124

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Morning glories in September

We've got a morning glory vine in a long planter sitting on the stairway railing outside the sun room. For about 10 weeks I waited for the deep red flowers to appear, per the picture that came with the "Scarlet O'Hara Morning Glory" plant. When they began to blossom a few weeks ago, the flower color didn't match the picture on the plant card, nor pictures online. I think it is because Scarlett O'Hara spelled her name with two t's, not just one, and you know how finicky a southern belle can be. The flowers are lovely, no matter the color, and the plant loves September weather. Like most morning glory vines and climbers, the flowers close mid-day, although with the sun lower in the sky in early autumn, they stay awake a little longer.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The honeybee path










Time for another walk down Memory Lane in Spring Valley. Instead of Memory Lane, this stroll is along The Path, a smoothly packed dirt path between the Brinn house (I wrote about Mrs. Brinn with the lavender hair a while back) and Hilda Fenstermacher's tidy home (she's gotten some blog press, too). I didn't take a picture of The Path between the two houses because it doesn't exist anymore. But there's a nice sidewalk for kiddies to use now.

The empty lot between the two homes seemed like a long stretch of space to my brother and to me, as all of our Huron Avenue friends lived on beyond The Path. For Cindy, Merry, and me (although Cindy denies any knowledge of this) it was the Honeybee Path, so named because of a friendship game we invented to greet each other when we got together to play. One friend on one end of the path, me on the other, and we'd run toward each other with extended arms, gleefully calling out "Honeybeeeeee"...and then run on past each other as if we'd not noticed the other. Oh, it was just so darned funny that we'd turn around and do it again just for the fun of it. Then off we'd go to play.

I wrote this poem quite some time ago...maybe I posted it before?
Pardon the weird white boxes and the font size irregularity. I don't know what that's all about.


Honeybee

Skipping down the path


bare feet slapping along cool, smooth ground

shaded from summer heat

we rush past each other, arms

open wide to feel the wind we create

by our giggles.


As if startled to have missed the embrace, we

turn and try once more with certain success

then laugh again and fan ourselves to keep cool

as we walk with children’s carefree strides


to play the summer day away.


Skipping down the path

kicking up leaves along autumn’s dusty trail

warmed by the slanted rays of sun

we rush past each other, arms

open wide to feel the wind we create

by our giggles.


Startled anew to have missed the embrace,

we turn and try once more with certain success,

and burst into laughter, zipping up our corduroy jackets

to shrug off the chilly air

as we run with children’s joyful steps

to languish an October Saturday away.


6/00; rev. 4/9/08