We have been going to karaoke at the Eagles club on a fairly regular basis. I decided (inspired by my husband) to start keeping a list of what I have sung.
March 22, 2025
Leader of the Band
From a Distance
Dancin' In the Streets
Stray Cat Strut
Hands
Heartache Tonight
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
March 29, 2025
Ironic
A Thousand Years
Not Ready to Make Nice
Anthony's Song
I decided to try to list all the concerts I've seen. This will include national or world acts only, I have seen so many local bands.... I don't feel like I am remembering them all. I make come back and add some as I remember them.
Waylon Jennings
Molly Hatchett
Pink Floyd
Lady Gaga
John Mellencamp (several times)
Tracy Chapman
Rusted Root (three times)
Jewel
Temptations
Four Tops
Here Come the Mummies
(Dixie) Chicks
Phish
John Fogerty
Bonnie Raitt
Lyle Lovett
James Taylor
January 2017, sold the house, moved in with Kathy (end of the month, February)
April 2017 First Cruise Western Bahamas
July 2017 visited Britt in Richmond
September 2017, moved into small apartment on South Walnut Street
October 2017 trip to Los Angeles
January 2018 Cruise with Rachel
July 2018 Alex is born
September 2018 Cruise to Alaska, met Craig
Christmas day 2018 got engaged
January 2019 bought Moonlight Graham
February 2019 Cruise to Hawaii (with Craig)
February 28 2019, last day at Herald-Times,
March 2019 moved in with Craig, Wisconsin/Illinois
April 15 2019 first day at UMR
September 1, 2019 got married
January 2020 moved to Galena full-time (end of the month)
March 1 2020, Cruise to Panama Canal
COVID - when we came back went right into quarantine
· Write about loneliness and sulking in the springtime.
Winter is so hard for me and springtime so, so welcome. The past winter has been lonely, though for the first time I have a partner - and he is a good partner. What I have been lonely for is a variety. Variety of people, variety of activities, variety of physical location. Working at home, eating at home, playing at home, watching at home.... all winter all the time.
I anticipate this spring will bring more variety. Spring 2020 was full of fear and anxiety. We were afraid/ to visit our grandchildren, afraid to go out to eat, afraid to enter a store. There were so many unknowns that despite the KNOWN - that flowers will bloom, trees will leaf, and garden seeds will burst to life - the fears shadowed the arrival of spring, and left a certain coldness. This year with more knowledge, more resources, and more hope, perhaps spring will fully bloom and my fear, anxiety, and loneliness will remain distant and in the shadows, and maybe wilt away.
· What song from your childhood to you visit over and over again? What did the lyrics mean then? What do they mean now? What images or events do you associate with that song?
It juIt just struck me yesterday how many I times that I burst into song that it is a song from Sesame Street. I was the first Sesame Street generation, born in 1965, but I honestly preferred Mr. Rogers. I grew up in a kind of chaotic home and his calm appealed to me.
The first time I really paid attention to Sesame Street was when I often cared for my sister, who is 13 years younger then I am. As a mom I had two daughters who were five years apart, so there were several years where Sesame Street and its characters and books were part of our lives. Thursday as the weather warmed I caught myself singing "hace calor" about a hot day, and yesterday after a French lesson problem where my husband and I figured out an answer together it was "Cooperation, makes it happen! Cooperation, working together!" We often pass a herd of cattle that is all dark cows, except one white and - "One of these things is not like the other..." comes rolling out. Music and singing is an important part of my life and always has been. It's interesting me that there isn't ONE song from my own childhood that really comes to mind, but instead several songs or phrases and lines from songs from periods where I was the caregiver ... and they are helpful, didactic songs, but that's okay. I'll keep them in my life. Lessons set to catchy melodies can be helpful, and I wouldn't want to be a wasteroo.
Craft
projects to complete:
Miniature
room
Christmas
ornaments (12)
Scrap book
Pillowcases
Knit the
next ten hats
Silky scarf
for Shelley
Editing to add:
Get the dollhouse porch fixed
Get the AG stuff cleaned an ready
Many years ago my paternal grandmother's family (Fairchild) printed a family cookbook. Everybody was asked to submit recipes, it was printed up and made available for purchase at the next reunion. For the record, I did NOT submit the recipe for "Chicken Stew" that is under my name. My father submitted it under my name and to this day I perceive it as a way to criticize my chicken and noodles, in which he thought I used too much salt. In any case, I take my cooking and recipes much too seriously to start an ingredient list with "one dead chicken." He could be a real asshole sometimes.
I've decide to occasionally (oh, the discipline it takes to not type "weekly" or "monthly" and then perfectionize myself out of doing it the first time I fail to meet a deadline - so I am sticking to occasionally) occasionally try one of the recipes and post it here or on the family Facebook page or both.
Yesterday we had a dressed down Christmas, with just the two of us, and I decided not to cook. We had frozen lasagna and salad from a bag (although I did jazz that up with some marinated onions). I didn't regret it, except later in the evening I said I wished I would have made a dessert. So today on day two of my self-imposed weekend of complete relaxation I decided to do a recipe from the Desserts section. I flipped past a lot of fruit desserts, though tempted by Crazy Cobbler, flipped past Sugar Cream pie, even though I am sure Craig has never had the Official State Pie of Indiana, and landed on Brownie Pudding, a recipe by Patsy Dillon, whose relationship to me I do not know. She must be back a generation or two.
As I read through and assembled my ingredients (mise en place y'all) I thought "ooh, if this is good I will be able to recommend it for people who don't eat eggs!" BUT, the dough (not a batter, a DOUGH) was so stiff I could hardly stir it, let alone POUR it into a pan, so I added an egg. With the addition of the egg it was a normal, thick brownie batter. While this was in the oven I did some internet research. Recipes of this type are often called "Hot Fudge Cake" or something of that ilk. One that I found was very similar to this except the batter had two additional tablespoons of butter and 3/4 cup of milk. Those changes would probably correct the batter consistency without the addition of egg.
This is what it looked like after I poured the boiling water on it.
Craig and I went for an evening walk after dinner....
On the way down the street we heard two owls hooting back and forth to each other, one very low pitch, one higher. On the way back we could hear where they were... I led the way across the neighbor's grass toward the trees lining the golf course view.... as we grew closer the large bird flew down from one branch to the other...a few more steps and it took off from its perch toward a companion... what a sight!
Another few houses toward home in the pinkish purple-ish sunset sky a bright meteor made me jump and turn immediately to Craig, who was also startled and starting to talk..."I saw it too!" I blurted. "What a walk!" Craig said, "we heard and tracked an owl and saw it, then saw a meteor so bright we could see it in basically a daytime sky."
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