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Dancing Queen AND King

Saturday, October 31, 2009

My Friday night Latin American dance class with my husband is really turning into a highlight of my week.

It's such a great break from the intense "left brain" stuff which is our work (we do work together-- which doesn't necessarily mean seeing a lot of each other at work.) Most days we get up at 5 a.m. and hit the gym for 5:30, and most days we aren't home much before 6:30 or 7 pm. Not to complain -- life is good, the work is interesting -- but it's pretty demanding and stressful.

It's not surprising, then, that Friday at 7:30 p.m. finds me exhausted and overwhelmed and wondering if I really really want to move my butt out the door for dance class. However, I'm discovering once again that when I do, Friday night at 9:15 p.m. will find me exuberant and energized and looking forward to the weekend.

We've been ball room dancing off and on for at least 20 of the 30 years we've been married. Waltz, fox trot, two-step, salsa: we've tried them all. So are we good at it? Not so much! No one would mistake us for a Dancing with the Stars episode, that's for sure.

The sad truth: neither of us is a "kinesthetic learner". I have to work hard to hear the rhythm and make my feet move to the beat of the music: so does he.

Rumba, jive, cha cha, merengue, samba: each dance with "basics" and each with specialty steps and new routines. Posture, gaze, hand position, signals: it's not just my feet, but my whole body which needs to be coordinated -- and coordinated with my partner's body.

Am I a rabid feminist? You are right. (Although: a girly feminine version of same). And in ballroom dance, the guy has to lead. The gal has to follow. Gulp. But I've gotta put up with it, wait for his signals, because : it just won't work any other way. And of course the passion for dance is primarily mine -- he's there because I love it so much, he's trying so hard because I love it so much -- so that balances everything out. Really.

You can bet we screw it up -- OK, it's the "New Yorks" after the basics, but then shoulder-to-shoulder? Dang! We went right into the hand-to-hand! Again! And how do we end the hand-to-hand? And what's the segue to the next routine?

We step on each other's feet. We kick each other's shins (those jive flicks can be lethal!). We get momentarily exasperated. With ourselves. With each other. And then a move happens with such smoothness and coordination that we're both gaping with astonishment! Where did that come from?? Can we do it again? Probably not, but we can try!

We sweat (500 calories burned for the 75 minutes, says the tracker: but I bet THAT"s a gross under-estimate).

We laugh. We come home and have a glass of wine. And we sleep better, both of us.

Dance class is a nice decisive break with the week that's done -- even if more likely than not I'll end up logging in from my home computer to my work computer and doing a little sumpin' before the weekend's passed.

Still: for a few moments we've felt like pretty hot stuff! And that means: I'm loving our Friday night dance class!

  
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IMAGINE_IT 11/3/2009 6:30AM

    Ellen..i just love your Blogs...and this Blog actually made me move my feet while reading through your descriptions of your Dance moves....i took Ballroom class looooooong time ago (seems like it was in another lifetime) i loved dancing the Waltz...it made me feel so 'royal' ...but back to you and your husband...i think it is just so wonderful to read about a marriage like yours....your husband sounds very supportive..loving...and sweet...just like you...so you both are a match made in Heaven..keep on dancing Ellen..take your Prince Charming and enjoy the Waltz of Life emoticon emoticon emoticon

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FROSTIERACES 11/1/2009 9:07AM

    This IS sucha happy post! I love it..and you sound like a fun happy couple even after so many knees in the shin! Sounds fun..thanks for sharing. Hey I have a pair of red heels I can borrow you to dance in! Thanks for the goodie!! :)

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BEAMISH7 10/31/2009 4:21PM

    This is just the most wonderful blog.
And i love the way you danced us right through all the emotions that this shared experience brings you both.
Thank you for sharing this.

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WHOLY_FIT_48 10/31/2009 4:15PM

    What a happy post! My DH and I have talked about taking some dance lessons - we both have left feet and he has some back/neck issue so don't know if he could actually do it but I sure would love to try.

What a sweet guy you married...and you obviously have learned to move well together not just in dance but in life.

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TRYINGHARD1948 10/31/2009 3:34PM

    Love how the dancing shows your love for each other. The thread of love weaves in and out of every line you write and every dance move, elegantly made ---- or not so elegantly made.

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AMBUDMAN 10/31/2009 11:33AM

    When I met my husband and we first started dating we were dancing 5 nights a week. He is a good old country boy so we were doing country western dance. Dancing is so good for you, way to go.

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JOPAPGH 10/31/2009 11:27AM

    Glad to hear you and your husband (even if a little less) get joy from this.

My wife has been trying to get me interested for decades, but I can't get past the internal spas in me. Even when I agree to take lessons she knows my heart is not in it, so we don't.



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Calling All Texas Wedding Belle Fashionistas

Sunday, October 25, 2009

I am attending a family wedding in Austin, Texas in November and I don't have very much information about it. So here I am, requesting a bit of advice/insight about "local norms" and wedding dos and don'ts as they may differ from those practised here in the more obscure regions of the GWN (that's Great White North: Canada!).

No, we don't wear tuques and mukluks up here all of the time. Just late October through May. Then we switch to mosquito repellant and bathing suits. (And yup, I'm exaggerating).

But here's the thing. Although I've travelled quite a bit (including to such "exotic" destinations as Kyoto and Cairo) and although I love visiting the USA, it's still true there is no place that can make me feel so much like a visiting anthropologist as the States.

I suppose that might be because we (both Americans and Canadians) are all expecting cultural dislocation in the exotic places. When we are in certified "foreign" destinations we probably all try hard to be respectful of cultural differences (removing our shoes at the door in Japan; covering our female heads at least in Muslim countries).

Whereas there is an unconscious expectation as between Americans and Canadians that we really aren't all that different. Aren't there golden arches in both places? WalMart too? And Americans do know about Mounties, moose and mountains, maybe even Celine Dion and poutine!

But Americans and Canadians in many ways are quite different. I recognize that when I see American tourists here in the GWN. Sometimes with pleasure: love your friendliness. Sometimes not so much. Won't say: don't want to hurt anyone's feelings! Because: I'm pretty sure that when I'm in the States, I'm probably treading on toes fairly frequently as well.

For example, I recall a trip to the theatre during a stay in Sanibel, Florida which completely astonished me. Mostly because of the intensity and overtness of the patriotism expressed uniformly by all the Americans in attendance. The "history of music" theme advertised turned out to be the history of AMERICAN music only. We Canadians didn't have OUR hands over our hearts at the Star Spangled Banner finale. Wouldn't have done so had it been "O Canada" either! Canadians (although fiercely patriotic) tend never to say so . . . or if the topic comes up, to make self-deprecating jokes.

There are similar differences in the expression of religious values as between Canadians and Americans -- Canadians may be devout, but it's generally a private matter within a religious community. And there is a host of other disjunctions. I run smack up against them over and over again on SparkPeople itself (which does not detract one bit from this warm and welcoming site, which of course I expect to be American). But they sometimes puzzle me. For example -- I haven't seen even one mention about President Obama's recent Nobel Prize. It would not be for me to say anything -- but I had been waiting for some outpouring of pride, exultation, exuberant hope. It never happened. Or if it did, I for one didn't see it happening.

All of this of course is quite a detour into my own inquiry on what has to seem a far more trivial concern: what do you wear to a Texas wedding in November? Said wedding to be held at what promises to be quite an elegant venue (a 1916 mansion at the local art museum).

I don't know the bride and really don't want to bother her. And of course the groom is not going to be of much help! Nor is this about me or -- at least not entirely: I am not wishing to make a big fashion statement. But only not to stand out (in a bad way). And to be respectful, of course, keeping in mind that a wedding can also be a religious observation and perhaps is more likely to be so in Texas.

So far as I've been trying to find out "what to wear to a Texas wedding" by googling. But in seeking insight into what might be appropriate, I'm getting a lot of contradictory information.

Some sites suggest that people go to weddings in golf shirts and khakis (that would be guys, presumably) even when the groom and male wedding party are in "tuxes" (Canadian: "black tie") and the bride/bridesmaids in long gowns. I won't be doing that.

Several suggest that trousers for women aren't dressy enough: I can eliminate those if necessary (although I do have a pair of lovely evening trousers . . . which would if acceptable have eliminated the "long or short" issue).

A number suggest that "skanky" is bad -- too much cleavage, front or back -- and at age 58 I won't be doing that. Wouldn't have done it at 18 either.

Some sites suggest that female wedding guests never wear white (we're agreed on that one, except perhaps in a tropical locale had the bride requested it for picture purposes).

More troubling is an apparent absolute and unilateral edict against ever wearing black to a wedding, since black is just for funerals. Really?? black evening-type wear would be my go-to, by a wide margin of preference. It would mean I could shop in my closet, which I always prefer. But I don't of course want to suggest by wearing black that anyone is in mourning over this wedding. Particularly since it is a second wedding at which the adult children from a previous marriage will be in attendance.

I know Austin's municipal motto is "keeping it weird". And that it's the live performance music capital of the world: hoping to catch a few acts! Which should mean there is some margin for edginess, even at what looks to be a fairly traditional wedding celebration.

In any case I'm prepared to believe that Austin is not entirely in compliance with the stereotype of Texas: cowboy boots, Stetsons, BBQ?? -- and maybe I've got that stereotype wrong anyhow. Because Texas writ large is probably way past 1980s Dynasty-style big hair and shoulder pads. (But should I be making a salon appointment??).

Cutting to the chase: can anyone tell me that black would be OK? If so, much appreciated. If not, also much appreciated.

And: are there any other pointers I should know about, so that I can disappear gracefully into the background?

Or should I just forget about the impossibility of looking like a native and wear my toque and mukluks?? Of my anthropologist disguise: grass skirt, bone through the nose?

You can see I need help!! All assistance gratefully received!!



  
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IMAGINE_IT 11/3/2009 6:40AM

    Ellen..i know "Black" is appropriate..even here in Texas..but i wish that you will wear something more with a little color in it...after all it is a Wedding..right? And i want you to show off that nice looking new slim body of yours.....But that is just me...here in this area everyone is pretty 'laid back" so truly anything goes..and especially in Austin....you definitley have to go to 6th Street...the Live Music scene...and enjoy some BBQ...(Rudy's or Stubbs) if you are wondering how come i know?? Well..i am smack downtown Austin..every night..at least 5times a week...because that is where i work!!!! lol...imagine that!! When are you coming "down yea under" ??? lol.. emoticon emoticon emoticon

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FROSTIERACES 10/30/2009 12:33PM

    Mukluks...I have a pair! I love them and I wear my Uggs to until March! lol...Minnesota woman here and have only been through TX for travel on the way to somewhere else. It's warm...I know you have classy nice pretty taste and you'll be fine! I like STLRZGRRL's first sentence...very cute..

Obama's Nobel Peace Prize?...please? It's a bit soon. I'm hopeful yet I too was a bit shocked as well.

Interesting blog about Canadians and the US. Can't wait to hear what you wore! :)



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DSHONEYC 10/27/2009 2:39PM

    Oh Ellen (Ellie for when you are on Texas soil) - you crack me up and you certainly bring up an interesting observation about Canadians & Americans - so much alike and oh (or eh) so very different. Austin is a very cool place and unlike the rest of Texas for many reasons (university town, rolling and gentle countryside, dearth of non-Texans). I once took a hike in the country and found a huge rock with a small (2" x 2") carving of Abe Lincoln...I have the photo somewhere and often wonder 35 years later if it is still there.

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Black is always appropriate, especially for the evening. Dressy slacks will work with the right top. But my recommendation is to wear whatever your dazzling new body dictates...short or long or clingy or tunic-ish. With your handsome husband on your arm, pick something that goes with his eyes.
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Just be your wonderful self (how about pairing something with that racy red leather jacket?) and you will be a knockout. Enjoy the wonderful Austin scene and its ok to leave your cowboy boots at home...though they are appropriate even in cosmopolitan Austin.

Let us know how it goes.

PS. I think people are a little taken aback by the Nobel Obama prize...I work with a Nobel Laureate and they are basically very humble people. Our president (didn't vote for him BUT am supportive until I find a good reason not to) just didn't earn the prize - though I think he is fully capable with time. We have a lot of hope that his reaching out to others across the world will restore the integrity of the USA and undo the damage done the previous 8 years.

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to the USA and to "Bush Country" in particular. Hope you have a great time!

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SJORDAN7157 10/25/2009 11:24PM

    Go ahead and wear black - it is quite appropriate and I have done so many times. The only faux paux is wearing white - only the bride should be in white. Have a great time - Austin is beautiful in November. Have fun.

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STLRZGRRL 10/25/2009 11:41AM

    Now, Mizz Ellen, yoo have just opened up a big ol' can o' worms raht heah...

I lived in the colorful, colloquial South for many years before returning to Mooville so I feel I have a leg to stand on here...

It depends.

Austin is a pretty cool town... and you should definitely check out the local scene... you can't beat the music there with a stick...

Weddings? Afternoon calls for tea-length skirts in creamy pastels... Evening? You just can't wear too many sequins. *I* say if you've got a LBD to die for... wear it and don't give a hang!

One thing that is prolly still as true as it was for the last Texas wedding I got myself invited to... git you some har-spray girlfriend... The BIG HAIR just never goes out of style in Texas...

PS If you want to talk politics.... there's a Spark Team for that!

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The Iron-y! Part Two.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Today I was ironing an "emergency" shirt for our son. He can iron, he does iron, but he was running late to get to work -- and I was prepared to show a little mercy!

Our iron worked fine long enough to get the shirt done for him, thank goodness -- but then it completely pooched, for no reason at all that I could see. When I tried to iron a couple more blouses for myself for next week, all I got was languid temperature, water oozing out everywhere, no robust "shots of steam" -- persistent wrinklies!

I don't do very much ironing at our house -- mostly, that's my husband's department. He has a whole group of golf buddies who iron their own shirts, actually -- they call themselves the "iron men". "Les hommes de fer" of course (NOT "les hommes d'affaire"). One anniversary without prior consultation as to choice of gifts, he gave me a new iron -- a pitching wedge -- and I gave him a new iron -- of the steam variety! Deluxe models, of course, in both categories. His golf buddies loved the coincidence. And we thought it was pretty ironic.

So: with this background it's pretty clear husband thinks that having a really good steam iron makes quite an essential difference when it comes to whipping through either his golf shirts or his work shirts. When equipped with the appropriate iron, he'd rather do them all himself because, frankly, he's pretty particular!! Verging on the OCD. He eliminates every tiny crease. He times himself. Competes against himself to improve his times. And since he really can't get through a week without a functioning iron, the two of us knew we were going to have to stop off at the big box housewares store on the way to grocery shopping.

Although he had reconciled himself to the absolute necessity of buying the new iron, husband did first of all want to see if the broken iron we had could be repaired. (Then we would have two! maybe he could give ironing lessons!! Inveigle our son into competitions!!!). And so he detoured to the front of the store to make the repair inquiry at "customer service".

I harboured no such delusion -- everything now is essentially welded shut and disposable, no matter how expensive -- so I headed straight to the back of the store to see if I could find another iron of the identical model. The best. Even though it had pooched, still the best.

It was not long before I could see my tall handsome husband approaching down the long long aisle clutching the irreparable iron. But -- and this was a surprise -- he was not alone. Unprecedented for a big box -- he was getting the personal escort treatment. From a store clerk about our age who (sorry -- but it WAS self-evident) found him pretty attractive! (Well, he is that). And (I was reading the thought balloon over her head) this attractive guy was probably single. Maybe newly divorced. Well, duh. After all, what other kind of guy would be buying an iron??

With a big smile upwards in his direction, talking non-stop about ironing techniques based upon her personal experience, putting forward the possibility that a less-costly model might be good enough -- and without acknowledging my presence whatsoever -- the store clerk brushed past me. Customer service to the max. Very helpful. Very. Making sure this "single" guy's attention was directed to the appropriate shelf. With all the very very expensive irons, yes, and the less costly ones too. Which might, after all, do the job. With the right techniques.

(Do I ever get this kind of service? a personal escort? right to the shelf? when shopping for housewares?? Uhhhhhmmmmmmmm, no. Maybe not!!).

And then, she realized.

I wasn't just standing there. I was WITH HIM.

Ooooooooohhhhhhhh.

I pretended (very kindly indeed) not to notice her dawning realization. I smiled sweetly. I listened as her ironing advice lost its steam.

Husband (who is very modest. And very focused on the acquisition of his new iron) really did not notice. Until I clued him in, privately, after we were back in our car.

Well, we've got a new iron. Just like the old one. For a good price, too: turned out it was marked down.

And yup: we did enjoy the iron-y. Part two.

  
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FROSTIERACES 10/30/2009 12:45PM

    Oh I hate ironing - I have no patience for it! My hubby loves to iron though too!

This was a great story....I've had something similar happen to me as well, one most recently we were picking out paint colors and out of nowhere came the expert paint girl. She was kinda silly looking so I like you sat back, listening and I am naturally very gracious - however she totally was invading my hubby's personal space - like that 1 foot space that became...it felt like 4 inches away and then she touched him! I wanted to shriek..gasp...! Hubby noticed my look on my face as gracious as I am, my face says it all at times! He started shuffling toward me...avoiding her. If we were in another country I wouldn't have given it another thought yet it's pretty rare here in the US that people get THAT close to explain paint colors! :)




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TRYINGHARD1948 10/24/2009 12:39AM

    Ahh Ellen, there are other reasons why I love Sparks apart from all the healthy advice, and your blogs are definitely up there at the top of the list. Thank you, it is so good to be home,
Sandy

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STLRZGRRL 10/20/2009 9:37PM

    An outstanding slice of life, to be sure... thank you.

MY iron story is that my own iron bit it on me in the middle of ironing something... of course... I wouldn't know it if it stopped working when I'm NOT ironing...

This was not any great shakes iron... but... it was *sighs* my first.

I mean my first ever in life iron that I bought with my own money and saw me through college and all the millions of places I've lived until about 2 years ago and I. AM. OLD.

It was completely irreparable... I took it apart with the best of hopes that I could somehow figure out how to fix it but no. It had been a good run. Twenty-five years with one iron.

And when I came to have to put it's long suffering parts in the trash for its well deserved final rest I was just miserable. I thought of all the places that iron had been with me and it was like losing... well... like losing an iron that had been with me through all of that living...

I bought a new one for about $3 on ebay... a pretty good Black and Decker.

But it's not the same.


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YOOVIE 10/20/2009 9:28PM

    You are an incredible writer! Love your stories!

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IMAGINE_IT 10/19/2009 5:59PM

    emoticon As always great Blog..and very entertaining...thanks for the Laugh.... emoticon You lucky to have a husband that loves ironing!!

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WHOLY_FIT_48 10/18/2009 4:30PM

    emoticon This was a great story....a classic in so many ways. Thanks for helping me get a laugh in today. Would have loved to see the clerk's face when she realized - there is a WIFE! emoticon

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DARLENA3 10/18/2009 2:59PM

    emoticon Thanks for sharing!

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BEAUTIFUL_BABY 10/17/2009 10:21PM

    That is just too funny...I too have had my DH not notice at times that someone was trying to smooth in on him not knowing he's taken, so I just had to read your blog to him..We got a good chuckle as well... Thanks for sharing

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JOPAPGH 10/17/2009 9:39PM

    Nice story!

I iron when I have to, but I am slow, My wife will help in a time constrained pinch.

My best purchases lately are dress shirts with no ironing required. Money well spent.

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AMBUDMAN 10/17/2009 9:32PM

    Cute, I really love your blog.

I hate ironing and I have two or three irons.

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Holiday Feast-Making: Pre-Fab, Less Flab!!

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Don't read a word of this if you have the Martha Stewart gene: it's a shocking revelation!

But I don't -- not even the Betty Crocker variant -- and here in Canada we're celebrating Thanksgiving this weekend. So as I was running around the supermarket picking up my Thanksgiving groceries, and watching all the other ladies (mostly) getting theirs and looking harassed and consulting complicated lists (canned deep fried onion rings, sour cream, whipping cream, cream cheese -- there is a theme developing here) -- I thought about how much I've changed my own approach to holiday feast-making over the years. And also thought a bit about the blogs I'm already seeing from SP friends worried about weight gain during the Thanksgiving to New Year's season coming up. Because they know they're going to be cooking -- that traditional green bean and onion ring casserole which is long on fat and short on green beans, for example -- and they know they're going to be eating -- and they know it's going to be tough to resist -- and yet if we don't do it, where's the tradition?? How can anyone be adequately thankful unless there are marshmallows on top of their yams?

Most of the time I eat pretty much the same stuff: breakfast is either yogourt and fresh berries or a variation on an oatmeal theme -- occasionally a cold cereal. Lunch is almost always a giant salad with a lean protein source plus chopped fresh fruit. Dinner most days is a bowlful of soup nuked in the micro from this week's big pot in the fridge, and some nuts, maybe some cheese, and maybe a low cal hot chocolate for "dessert". Never never never get tired of this routine -- the variety is in the range of vegetables and the range of fruits and the colours and textures and salad dressings and soup spices -- but I obviously am not doing much cooking on a day to day basis.

I CAN cook -- used to do reasonably competent multi-course dinner parties -- even won the grade nine Home Economics prize! Which makes people who know me now yelp with laughter.

I did diligently cook when my kids were little and needed me to do that for them. Yes, I did!

But I don't LIKE to cook. And that is in large part because I know that the more time I spend in the kitchen, the more likely I am to eat to excess.

Holiday feasts for the family, then, could be handled in any one of several ways to accommodate my "not wanting to cook much".

We could go to a restaurant -- but that's not very "family" or "festive": we have lived here for 23 years now, we love our shabby old house and all of us want to be at home.

We could have the holiday feast catered -- but that's going to be expensive, means that we have to be here at a set time when the meal has been ordered to arrive, and it means us knowing someone else isn't going to be enjoying the holiday day with their own family (even if it IS their business). Catered-in won't result in nice cooking smells throughout the house, it feels too fancy rather than "family": and there won't be any left overs.

Pot luck isn't going to work for me yet -- all our parents have passed away, our own kids are adult but not launched with their own kitchens just yet, and we have relatively few relatives close at hand whom we could inveigle to bring stuff along . . .

So my option of choice for quite a few years has been "pre-fab" . Custom pre-fab, of course, with a few judicious mix-ins.

Appetizers: frozen hors d'oeuvres. Yummy, bake up in the toaster oven since the big oven will be full. Huge variety to choose among (just not too many for me of these: they tend to be high cal). And a defrosted shrimp ring with seafood sauce -- yummy AND low cal.

Butternut squash soup: Imagine brand in the carton is terrific -- might add a bit of nutmeg, or maybe some curry powder. Easy.

Main meal deal: Pre-stuffed frozen turkey, a totally amazing invention which only requires me to peel off the wrapper and throw it in the oven: doesn't seem to dry out because it's also pre-basted. Tastes better than if I make my "own" stuffing and plunge my hands into the turkey's guts -- which I hate -- because I don't actually eat much meat. Canned whole berry cranberry sauce with maybe a little fresh grated orange peel, maybe fresh grated ginger. Sous vide mashed potatoes in the bag -- so easy to mix in a little extra seasoning to "customize" them too: butter, chives, etc. Ditto canned turkey gravy: much improved with a shot of sherry, a bit of sage and fresh ground black pepper. Veggies: not much trouble to steam some fresh broccoli, some baby carrots, dress'em up with a little sweet red bell pepper for colour. Nothing wrong with frozen corn, either . . . That's green, orange, red, yellow: it's looking harvesty!!

Dessert: nobody at my place likes pumpkin pie so why bother. If your family does, it's pretty subversive to buy an unbaked frozen one, let the crust thaw a tiny bit, slide it out of the foil pan into one of your own seasonal pottery pie plates AND -- here's the diabolical touch -- pinch the crust all the way around into your own fancy pattern with your very own thumbprints! What could be more individual and caring than that?? (And yup, I've done it).

But for this year I bought a very small (for tiny portions) very very rich (and OK, expensive) chocolate caramel truffle cake from the bakery-- will dress it up with a little fresh fruit, raspberries and blackberries -- or ice cream if anyone wants that ---

And there it is! Holiday dinner all made, least possible fuss for me, least possible time in the kitchen "tasting" a bit of this and a bit of that (none of the tastes calorie free) -- greatest possible time instead to take a long walk through the gorgeous crunchy leaves with my golden retriever and any other family members who can be persuaded to join me!

Holidays are all about tradition, right? And "pre-fab, less flab" is - it has become -- my very own, highly cherished tradition. I commend it to you for your careful consideration!

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DSHONEYC 10/12/2009 1:07PM

    Ellen, you ought to be a writer......it's beautiful and moving and enjoyable with each and every blog you post. To tradition! With common sense..........
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DBCLARINET 10/12/2009 12:37PM

    Marshmallows on yams... yuck. I actually tried it once. I'd rather just have a plain old baked yam, totally undressed!

Hubby and I decided to bake two chickens instead of a turkey and make two different stuffings -- one for him with sausage and bread and stuff, and one for me, probably with some sausage but with fruit and nuts instead of bread. But two of us don't need a whole turkey.

The only thing that will require any real work is the one Lithuanian dish I make out of tradition. But it takes the place of all potatoes.

I like your idea for veggies -- nice and easy. I'm thinking of making a pumpkin cheesecake instead of just a regular pumpkin pie. But I agree, nothing too fancy.

Back to the running thing I mentioned, it sure is cheap, but it definitely isn't easy! I've been running for some time now, and I just did my regular workout on the treadmill, only barefoot, and it took me two days of rest to recover. I discovered stabilizing muscles in my calves that I never knew existed. So while I would highly recommend trying to run barefoot, I would even more strongly recommend going slowly and really pacing yourself! It's hard! I did it again for the first time this morning, and wow, I can feel those muscles activating (and probably getting sore) again!

Happy Thanksgiving! Can't wait to celebrate our own...

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WHOLY_FIT_48 10/12/2009 5:57AM

    Love your plan! Now, my dilemma is that I DO love to cook but I like convenience as well. I also find that I slave away in the kitchen for hours on a fabulous meal and then it's over with in 15 minutes - what's up with that? - still haven't figured that one out. LOL

Hope you had a fabulous time with family - isn't that ultimately what its about anyway?

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DARLENA3 10/11/2009 10:01PM

    DH and I maybe celebrating this one alone, unless the one daughter here can make it home from university. Doubtful, with her work schedule. So, I wholeheartly agree with the keep it simple theory.


emoticon but don't forget the wine, after the walk. Red wine is good for the heart.

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KATZABELLAMAMA 10/11/2009 11:01AM

    My boyfriend and I are doing a turkey but not too much of the fixings as everyone else will have. We want the left over meat for other stuff, plus I plan on making soup from the bones. Last year I gained over the holiday season and well that is what sent me on my weight loss journey. We are definitely taking a different approach to holiday eating as well.

Have a good one!

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FROSTIERACES 10/11/2009 9:22AM

    Oh I'm a Martha Stewart type..but I'm still going to read your blogs! This is great!..a lot of good ideas for those holidays that I know will be quieter for us too someday. Hoping you had a great holiday dinner - sounded wonderful! Love your creativeness too!

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WENDALL125 10/11/2009 8:56AM

    Happy Thanksgiving. I like your strategy!
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IMAGINE_IT 10/10/2009 7:32PM

    You are my kind of Lady...Ellen i could have written most of this blog...you have expressed so many things that i have felt for a long time now...i am able to cook very well..and also am able to bake up a storm..but i don't enjoy it...never have...but i now do it within limits for myself..because i have given up processed food for the most part...but i am taking YOUR list with me when i go grocery shopping for this Christmas...when my son comes to visit..and he still longs for my cooking..i like all the tips you gave..thanks for that also....i will try some of those!! . emoticon emoticon emoticon

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MOMMA_GRIZZ 10/10/2009 6:47PM

    LOL wish I would have read your blog BEFORE I went grocery shopping and took my turkey out to defrost - you got some great ideas there!

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TRYINGHARD1948 10/10/2009 6:21PM

    We don't have Thanksgiving but I like the way you celebrate yours.

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October

Sunday, October 04, 2009

October is my second favourite month of the year (a close second behind that bright green fuzzy new leaves period in May!). I never want to go on holidays somewhere else during either October or May; the change of seasons is best here, at home.

Of course our fall foliage is spectacular: I love the range of colour on the golf course, from saffron beech and yellow birch to coral orange sugar maple. The silvery fountain of sound from the row of paler yellow poplars rustling in the wind up the 18th fairway is a particular pleasure.

At home there is the deep gold of the ginkgo on my front lawn and the absolutely brilliant scarlet of the enormous red maple outside my bedroom window. Our tiny red squirrels and their bigger black and grey cousins have been busy with our chestnuts and walnuts, burying some in the flowerboxes on my verandah where the red geraniums are still holding on. I do hope the little varmints will leave my new tulip and snowdrop and bluebell bulbs alone! For fall I've added several purple and yellow chrysanthemums in the flower beds. Chrysanthemums smell so spicy-good in autumn, mingling perfectly with the perfume of crunchy leaves under foot!

All this is deeply famliar after 30 years playing on the same golf course, 23 years living in the same house. But several times in the last week we've had simultaneous rain and sunshine -- sun from the west, rain in the east -- creating complete rainbows planted in the earth at both ends with unusually intense spectrums of colour. While admiring the rainbows, I've noticed once again that fall rain has a distinctive and special earthy grassy smell -- a smell I've stopped to inhale because I know it will quite soon be gone, along with the sound of the rustling leaves; the deep freeze is coming!

Many of our song birds have headed south: in mid-September there were still flocks of robins drunk on mountain ash berries and goldfinches exploding out of the Scotch thistle seedheads, but I've seen none in the past week. Huge Vs of Canada geese circle the golf course ponds and fly so close over my house that despite their constant honking I can hear the rhythmic squeaking of their wing feathers. Charlie has a new Canada goose toy with a wonderfully authentic honker which he carries from room to room, wagging his tail each time he makes it speak.

How glad I am that the blue jays and chickadees and cardinals will be with us all winter. They've stepped up their activity, fluttering around the pine trees and making much more racket now than while they were raising their young last summer: perhaps to remind me to fill the feeders! I'll have to get some niger seed and some of the sunflower mix with the chopped peanuts they like best. And some apple cider from the orchard for me to heat with cinnamon!

One small regret -- although I've looked and looked, so far I've seen none of the striped brown and black wooly bear caterpillars at all this fall. It is always fun to see them racing across a country road on a sunny autumn day as if their rubbery black feet were individually laced into multiple pairs of running shoes. I'll keep on the lookout -- wooly bears are sometimes still not cocooned as late as December -- since without checking the relative length of the brown middle band I can't possibly estimate how long the winter is going to be.

  
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FROSTIERACES 10/11/2009 9:26AM

    Oh this is beautiful...I love that you take so much time to appreciate the smells, the changes, the noises, nature...

Wonderfully written blog. :) Thank you for sharing your October thoughts. :)

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WHOLY_FIT_48 10/8/2009 7:45AM

    Wonderful word pictures of fall and the change in the seasons.

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SLWRITER 10/6/2009 8:43PM

    Beautiful wordsmithing. Let us know if you do find a wooly bear and do tell us the prediction for winter

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BEAUTIFUL_BABY 10/6/2009 7:34AM

    Love the details! You are good w/ words!

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DARLENA3 10/5/2009 8:41PM

    Great description! I love this time of year also.

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IMAGINE_IT 10/5/2009 4:25PM

    National Geographics is missing out on a great writer..YOU!!
I absolutely love Nature and the way you describe everything i can picture it all...thank you Ellen for another beautiful Blog..here in Texas where i live there is not much to look at...the seasons..well there are two..HOT and not so HOT..not many Fall colors either..so i am truly missing all the things you are describing..because i do remember it from Germany. emoticon emoticon

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TRYINGHARD1948 10/4/2009 9:41PM

    Ellen, you write so beautifully i have been transported from Springtime fruit blossom to Autumnal tonings and memories of Scottish Autumns when the geese fly in their great Vs overhead. Thank you for a most beautifull written piece.

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