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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.
(A.A. Milne)
I have never been successfully accused of being an orderly person. My space is a total mess. Back when my snoring was so bad that She(WMBO) could not sleep, I had to take to the attic room. It has ever since been my personal space. And it is a mess. And yet I know where everything is.
Kind of.
And if She ventures into my realm, She always has an overwhelming urge to put thing "away." Then I can't find it and She doesn't remember where She put it. "I just put it a WAY!" After 38 years, you'd think she'd learn.
When I first took over the kitchen in our first year of marriage, I was cooking something. I poured out the pot to drain whatever it was. I did something with the drained stuff, turned to put it back in the pot and the pot was gone. I looked for about 15 minutes for that pot. What did I do with it. "Oh you mean this pot?" She brings it out of the cabinet. "I washed it and put it away."
Don't do that! Get out of my kitchen!
To this day, she believes that you can cook in a completely spotless kitchen.
But I truly think that the randomness that I demonstrate makes me just a little bit more creative. When I have a project, I rarely write down what I plan to do. I will step back and stare at the project, visualize it in my mind's eye, turn it around, take it apart, put it back together again. THEN I might make a list so I can go to the hardware store or the lumber yard.
And I ALWAYS forget something and I have to go back several times. Or something I visualized doesn't work as I envisioned and I have to do a redo or a kludge.
Tonight's dinner was something like that. I wanted to do Coach Nicole's Vegetarian "Meat" Loaf. But I was out of rice. I had lentils. I had no Ketchup. I had tomato sauce and paste. But I really had no desire to run out to the Giant for rice and ketchup in the rain.
Rice was easy. I just used quinoa.
Ketchup was a problem. Except it turns out that Ketchup is incredibly easy to make! I had tomato sauce and tomato paste. I had molasses and vinegar. I had onions and sweet peppers and garlic. I had cayenne and salt.
And I own a Magic Bullet.
I don't think I will ever have to buy Heinz again! In fact, I think my randomness has led me to a new world of discovery. I did some Googling later and discovered a whole wide world of ketchups out there ... some that don't even use tomatoes!
And that was that.
P.S. Coach Nicole's Vegetarian "Meat" Loaf was declared a "keeper" and my ketchup also won accolades.
P.P.S I had this all written at 11:31 "yesterday." And SparkPeople went offline for maintenance. As far as I am concerned, since I got it posted before I went to bed my blogging streak is intact. So there.
Monday, November 28, 2011
I needed a couple of things at the store today and the sun was shining and the air was not cold.
After all my cycling in Savannah, I thought nothing of rolling my bike out the door.
BONUS:
The saddle bags are limited in size so I *had* to stick to my short list.
I must say though, I had to think a little harder to plot a course here in Catonsville. Maryland is not a really bike-friendly state. For example, they just built MD200 the InterCounty Connector. This raod has been an agenda item for about 50 years. They finally built it. Cost almost $1B. And when they were trying to trim cost ... poof! The bike lanes disappeared. Yep. That saved $1M. Put it in perspective ... they saved a penny on $10.
The road in front of my house is a "Share Road." That means it's signed "Share the Road" with zero shoulder.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
... and everyone is still asleep.
Well, it's not really all THAT early. I would normally be going to Mass at this time. But, we are ready to leave to head back to Baltimore and I decided to risk going straight to Hell in case of a car wreck and skip Mass this morning.
Catholic guilt! Irish guilt! Genetic Jewish guilt!
Besides, the nearest church would probably require me to drive and I don't have the car. Thing 2 is supposed to bring when he and Mrs. Thing 2 get up and get down here from Thing 1's house. In the next room, Thing 3 slumbers away.
Bags are packed. Bike is ready.
LET'S GO. I hate to leave Savannah, but we must. I want to be gone before noon.
Thing 2 expressed a desire to wait until 4:00 PM to roll out to avoid DC holiday traffic.
You know?
When I was 24 years old, I didn't mind driving through the night.
You know what else?
I ain't 24 years old anymore. I hated the all-nighter we drove to get down here. I would really prefer to make it a two day drive. Stop in Wilson, NC. Have dinner. Watch TV. Then get a fresh start early tomorrow and arrive home before noon.
But noooooo! He has a job he wants to keep! That still doesn't explain wanting to arrive in Baltimore at 3AM. I always base my average travel time on 60 mph. That would be just short of 11 hours. So far, all drives to and from Savannah from Baltimore have taken me 11 hours. Google says 10:15, but Google doesn't account for breaks.
"3 AM? Dad, you must drive like a grandmother. It only take 9 and a half hours. We'll be in by 1:30"
Let's do the math: 650 miles divided by 9.5 hours is ... 68.5 mph AVERAGE! To do that you would probably need to sustain 75 mph for more than half the trip.
And no traffic jams. (Richmond? The totally random backups at Fredericksburg and Woodbridge? DC? DC? DC?)
And no meal breaks.
And no bathroom breaks.
Newsflash ... I ain't 24 years old anymore. And while the prostate is not the issue, my bladder *is* 58 years old.
Alright kiddies! Let's hit the road!
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Dr Dani has a new position come this summer.
She is a resident at Mercer Memorial Hospital here in Savannah, GA. For the last three and a half years, that has meant a visit or two here. I have really enjoyed my visits because everyone is just dripping with southern hospitality and the city itself just oozes southern charm.
It doesn't hurt my kids (young adults really) that it is also a par-tay town. I like to walk it, run it, bike it. I don't think I have ever driven it much.
When her term runs out in June, she will be taking a position in Corpus Christi, TX. That is not a simple road trip. Or even a long road trip. Almost have to fly from Baltimore. That will make our visits less frequent. 
She assures me that Corpus is every bit as charming as Savannah. About the biggest difference I will see will be the ratio of African-Americans to Latinos. She says except for the fact that those percentages are flipped, I will barely notice the difference; the people are every bit as charming and hospitable and the town is just as beautiful.
Still, it makes me sad as I pack up tonight to think that this may be my last visit here. I am going to try to squeeze one more in before next June. Maybe to help them move.
Fountain in Forsyth Park
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