WWW.WEDNESDAY

WWW. WEDNESDAY asks three questions to prompt you to speak bookishly. To participate, and to see how other book lovers responded, click here. 

1. What are you currently reading? Christmas Every Day by Beth Moran. The book begins with the holiday party at a major London law firm. Everyone is abuzz because the firm's most eligible partner is rumored to be ready to settle down. What fabulous woman has captured his heart? Our narrator, Jenny, is sure she knows. After all, she's his personal assistant and secret lover. When she finds out that she will not, however, be his bride, she breaks down. Or rather, she publicly melts down. 

She loses her big city job and moves to a ramshackle rural cottage, left empty by the death of a grandmother she barely knew. As she rehabs the cottage, and her life, she makes friends with the village women. Together they support one another as they work toward the individual goals they vow to reach by next Christmas. And, in true romance novel fashion, she clashes with her gorgeous but grumpy neighbor, Mack.

This book reminds me of another I read last spring: Back in the Burbs by Tracy Wolff and Amber Flynn. In that book, set on this side of the pond, a Manhattanite loses everything in her divorce and moves into the suburban wreck left to her by her favorite aunt. She, too, clashes with a hunky neighbor. 

But that's OK. I just read a big, heavy historic volume filled with real-life horror and heartbreak (see below). Chick-lit that feels familiar and has a warm, fuzzy Christmas overlay is just what the doctor ordered.

2. What did you recently finish reading? Death of a President by William Manchester. This is the closest to an authorized account of the Kennedy assassination we have. Manchester was chosen by Jacqueline Kennedy to write it. She and Manchester later had a major falling out, but that was less about fact than detail.

I picked it up hoping to revisit the events as historic fact. There are so many hysterical theories out there and those get more play. But I'm not interested in lurid, tinfoil-hat conspiracies. I wanted to see what happened, hour-by-hour. How did the most famous murder of the 20th century take place? How did the principals behave in the aftermath?

While that's all here, I came away with a greater understanding of human nature than the crime. This book is about how people behave when confronted with an unacceptable reality, and how they move on to grieve. I found it compassionate, universal and compelling. It was also painful. Know that if you choose to pick up this 700+ page book, you may have to put it down and turn away at times.

3. What will read next? I don't know.

 

Perfect timing

If you read this humble blog often, you know I've been battling the blues a bit lately. While I was doing laundry, a package arrived for me. Big, and from Target. I hadn't ordered anything. I thought it might be from my friend Mindy, who has missed my birthday by a long way this year. 

It was a surprise. A massive, wonderful surprise. It's a heated microfiber throw (aka electric blanket) from a former coworker. "Have a warm and cozy Christmas, Gal. I miss you."

She's a Hindu and an Indian citizen, so she doesn't celebrate Christmas, but this is the second Christmas gift she's given me. Back in 2014, when she was an agency newbie, her desk was near mine. We didn't work together, but because of the proximity she felt she got to know me. She watched me when I didn't know I was being observed (making me kind of like a sitcom). She heard me rhapsodizing about the new bags I wanted and bought me one! Her note said it was because I am thoughtful and "spread the holiday cheer year around." I can quote it because I still have it. I tucked it into my address book for safekeeping. 

I try, you know? Every day I try to live my faith. Or, in classic movie terms, I try to be more Melly and less Scarlett. It means a great deal to me that she sees that in me. And that she has seen it in me when I was just going about my life, without knowing she was watching.

Since covid, we haven't seen one another often. The only time we were in the office together was for major events. She was very upset that I'd been terminated. I was something of a mentor to her.

In the 8 years between the handbag and the blanket, she has had two babies, been promoted twice (she's now a director!) and has spoken and blogged about being a woman of color in American advertising. If I acted as a mentor to her in any way,  I am proud of that.

Plus, her timing was exquisite. I didn't know I needed an electric blanket. It's always very warm in here. And yet today, this electric blanket was exactly what I needed.

PS I read the comments on the post below and those lifted my spirits, too. Thank you, ladies.

Scared and sad

Kathy and I have known one another for 40 years. Our relationship has been fractious at times because of her competitive streak. When we first met, I was a newly-minted copywriter enjoying my partygirl phase. Ten years my senior, she was a divorced mom re-entering the workforce as a creative supervisor. As time went on, I switched my energies from partying hard to working hard and I moved up the advertising ladder. She did not. I endured years of little digs about being a sell out. Kathy always maintained she could have had the career I did, but she wouldn't compromise her integrity. We both know that's not true, and she could be quite mean. 

She can also be very kind. When my mom died, she stayed to the end of the service, just in case I needed support. She drove me to my first colonoscopy. When I had covid in 2020, she called often and sent me a jigsaw puzzle.

For the last three years or so, Kathy has been struggling with some form of undiagnosed dementia. She has medicare, so I don't know why she hasn't seen a doctor. But she hasn't and won't. She used to insist, "I recently had a problem with my brain but it fixed itself." It's gotten so bad she doesn't even bother denying it anymore.

She feels isolated. Our mutual old friends have fallen away. She can be difficult and confusing to deal with. I'm hanging on, but it's hard.

Take yesterday. First she emailed me a photo of the Christmas card I sent her, writing, "Thanks. Perfect. If you answer here, I may not figure out how to answer. I'm aging faster than expected."

OK, I know that's a trap. She gets mad if I don't answer. I know she can't help it, but she's always been quick to anger and dementia hasn't helped. So I replied, "Glad you liked it. Have a Merry Christmas."

In the meantime, she clicked "like" on three of my Facebook posts.

Then she emailed me back, "You have fallen off Facebook. Are you OK?"

I emailed her a screen grab of a meme I posted along with her response. I wrote, "I post and you respond so our Facebook connection is working just as it should. Thanks for your concern."

"Awesome!" she replied. PHEW! She wasn't mad!

Every interaction is a dance through a minefield. 

I know she is lonely and she must be frightened. I worry about her safety. I know she has curtailed her driving and won't get behind the wheel with passengers, but she shouldn't be operating a car at all. She has adult grandchildren nearby and they have keys to her apartment, so I don't have to worry about her (to borrow from the commercial) falling and unable to get up. She mentioned in passing that both her daughter near Boulder and her sister near Seattle have suggested she move in with them, but she doesn't want to give up her freedom.

But I'm scared and sad. I wish this wasn't happening.

My oldest friend is battling clinical depression and other health problems. Henry is still in the looney bin. He may not be out by the time I go to Key West and I may be visiting him in a hospital ward on Christmas Day.

Sometimes all I want to do is nap. Can you blame me?

Sunday Stealing

From the Queen of Memes

1. What do men really want in a woman? I suspect every man wants something different.

2. Should marijuana be legalized? Hasn't it been?

3. Why did the cow jump over the moon? To get away from the cat and her infernal fiddle playing.

4. What do women really want in a man? I suspect every woman wants something different.

5. When you are having a really good day, what usually makes it good? Mary Richards. She is known for being able to take a nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile.

6. What can make your good day turn into a bad day? Friction and drama.

7. If you could "start from scratch" and turn back the clock for a re-do, what would you re-do? I'd go back about five years. My condo was in decent shape then. But I've neglected it and now my list of things to do is daunting. I wish I could go back, knowing what I know now, and then I'd be smarter and keep up with it.

8. Do you make a list when you go grocery shopping? Yes. And then I ignore it.

9. Do you buy more groceries when you're hungry? I don't think so.

10. Coupons. Use 'em? Not as much as I should!

11. Have you ever complained to the manager of your grocery store? No. I argued with a Walgreens store manager once, but he started it. It had to do with the checkout line. I don't recall the particulars, but he didn't like how I (and several other customers) had queued up. I was sick of him scolding us, so I handed him my basket of unpurchased items and said, "You're the manager, manage!" and I left. I remember this clearly because it's really not like me. I always try to be patient with employees who face the public, since I believe that usually the person whose job it is to deal with me is likely not the one who made the decision that pissed me off. However, in this case, he was the manager. This mess was on him.

12. Do you like to buy groceries at huge chain stores like WalMart? Or do you shop exclusively at food stores? I do most of my grocery shopping at Target. Once a month, I order from the independent grocery store on the other side of town. They're inconvenient and bit more expensive, but they do so much for the community that I try to support them when I can.

13. What do you typically have for lunch? It changes every day.

14. If you work outside your home, do you pack your lunch? I don't, but when I did, I didn't.

15. Tell us about your last lunch date and what made it special. Yesterday I had lunch with Nancy and her husband, Paul. It was emotional. All three of us are going through something. I'm adjusting to this new phase in my life. Nancy is Jewish and during this holiday season with anti-Semitism on the rise, feeling very much like an unwelcome minority in her own country. Paul is worried about his daughter, who announced she just left her husband (again). It was like a group therapy session with carrot cake. I hope we all felt better when we got home. I did, but I was also exhausted.

Saturday 9

 Saturday 9: Broken-Hearted Girl (2009)

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.

 

1) In this song, Beyonce admits her feelings for a man she doesn't want to love. Do you believe we can choose who we love? Or does the heart go its own way? I'm not 100% in either camp, but I lean toward the latter.

2) In the video for this song, Beyonce plays with a red rose. Florists report that the most popular colors of roses are: red, white or ivory, yellow, pink, peach or orange, and lavender or purple. Do you have a favorite? I admit it: I'm not crazy about roses. They cost too much and don't last very long. What's sadder to see in a vase than a dying rose? Now that I'm over my rant, I'll go with red or white.

3) The video was filmed in Malibu. Southern California is a popular vacation destination. Have you ever visited there? Have you ever lived there? I've been there on vacation at least four times and will be back this April for the TCM Classic Film Festival.

 

4) When Beyonce was just 12, she appeared on the show Star Search as part of a vocal group called Girls Tyme. The girls lost, but Beyonce said the experience taught her that she wanted to be a performer for the rest of her life. Share a memory from your own junior high years. I remember my posse, four of us who went everywhere together while we were in 7th and 8th grade. It was my first taste of freedom. I could go to Jack-in-the-Box (within walking distance) if I paid for it myself and I went with them. One of our moms would drive us to the movies and drop us off (instead of coming in with us). I especially remember the annual fun fair, a fundraiser for the nearby Catholic church where we bought little round pins to wear on our denim jackets. I'm still in touch with one of the girls. I refer to her on this blog as my oldest friend (because she is!).

 

5) As a girl, she helped her hairstylist mom by sweeping hair at the salon. Do you have a hair appointment coming up? Yes. Saturday I will be cut and colored. I guess my hair is kinda my thing. Last week, one of my young neighbors was riding in the elevator with me while talking to her mom on the phone. Her mom asked who she was talking to and she responded with my first name, which didn't seem to ring any bells. My young neighbor elaborated: "You know her! The white lady with the highlights and all the Cubs shirts!" There are worse ways to describe me. I'll take it.

 

6) In 2009, when this song was popular, Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg unsuccessfully tried to buy Twitter. Elon Musk acquired Twitter last month. What social media sites do you spend the most time on? Facebook and Twitter. I try to limit my Twitter exposure to baseball news. Everyone else seems to have forgotten their manners since Mr. Musk took over. I'm also not excited by the scantily-clad women who suddenly have appeared on my feed. I guess Elon has to make money somehow since more conventional advertisers are jumping ship. Oh well, I can scroll past what I don't like. I predict Musk will soon either blow it up or sell it.

 

7) Also in 2009, Sony sold floppy disks at most retailers. But things change fast in the world of tech and by 2011, Sony quit producing floppy disks altogether. Floppies were replaced by flash drives, which have been replaced by cloud storage services ... Do you still have any floppy disks? I may. I'm such a pack rat, I don't really know what all this overstuffed apartment contains.

8) In 2009, Michael Jackson died. Do you have a favorite Michael Jackson song? Man in the Mirror.

9) Random question -- We're having a Saturday 9 potluck lunch! What will you bring? Fruit salad. No one else seems to bring it, and it's easy.

I chilled out

I've been tightly wound lately. So when today I found myself with nothing I needed to do -- no doctor's appointments, no calls about insurance -- I did what comes most naturally.

I went to the movies.

The Fabelmans is a movie about movies. It's Steven Spielberg's onscreen autobiography, and it's affecting and tender. 

I also had a nice big gooey bowl of pasta. Snarkypants sent me a gift card for my birthday and specified it be used for lunch. I respond to direct commands, so I did. (Thanks, Snarkela.)

While I have discussed with my shrink that my natural tendency toward alone time may not always be the best option for me, and consequently have gone out of my way to be social (separate birthday celebrations with one of my former coworkers and with Joanna, road trip with Elaine, weekly movie group), days like this have their place, too. 

A word about Constance MacKenzie

Like me, my Connie Cat has bad teeth. She began her life with a hoarder, one of 26 cats in an apartment. When I adopted her, I was warned that her eyes and her gums were a mess because of poor diet. Look how wide those eyes are now. The photo below, taken when she first moved in here, shows how incredibly light sensitive her eyes were. Just keeping them open was a struggle.

The teeth are an ongoing issue, though. She's already had two teeth pulled and now we're looking at a third. This isn't surprising, really. At 11, she's approximately 60 years old in human years. Plus she had chronic gum disease for her first two years. 

Right now she's on an anti-inflammatory to combat a sore in her mouth. It might be an allergic reaction to her ceramic bowl -- since replaced with stainless steel. Next we have to have some bloodwork done. If she's in good shape, we'll schedule the extraction.

She is a sweet girl. She depends on me. As much as she hates the vet, I hate thinking of her being in any discomfort.

Stop, Gal, breathe

I admit it: I'm not doing very well as I adjust to this new period of my life.

A lot of it is because I'm navigating unfamiliar seas. I've never been this old before. I've never dealt with bureaucracies this often before. No, this is not going to become one of those tiresome "government fucks everything up" screeds. The issue that I had (now resolved) with the State of Illinois unemployment service was part my fault and part my former employer's. But it did take hours online, hours on the phone, and two separate in-person trips to iron out.

Now it's Medicare. I signed up for Part A (free Hospital Insurance) on September 1, more than 80 days in advance of my 65th birthday, and it was easy peasy. Got my card in no time. I didn't apply at that time for Part B (Medical Insurance). There's a premium for Part B, and it was redundant with the Blue Cross/Blue Shield I had through work. I didn't know on September 1 that I was going to lose my job.

Well, I lost my job on October 27. I applied for Medicare Part B on November 1, still in advance of my November 22 birthday, for coverage to begin on December 1. I was sure it was going to go smoothly. The insurance broker I've been using* wasn't as sanguine. He said that while he was certain I would eventually be covered beginning December 1, he didn't think I'd get my card by then. Too many other Americans are applying this time of year (December 7 is the open enrollment end date) and the system is overburdened.

He was right. I've been on the phone with Medicare three times, and these are marathon calls. (The shortest one was 40 minutes.) Why, I keep asking, if I have a email receipt saying my Part B form was received, can't I find online status of my application? Finally yesterday (December 1) I learned that my application was being reviewed.

Both the federal employee I spoke to on the phone and the broker seem confident that my coverage will be retroactive to December 1. After all, I qualify and I applied within the prescribed window. I have spoken to both my shrink and my chiropractor about this and they're both very, "Yeah, we get it." Both will continue to treat me without proof of insurance since I have that email receipt. And let's not forget that I've had Medicare hospital insurance for a while, so if something BIG goes wrong I can still confidently go to the ER for care.

And it's always my teeth. Forever my teeth. I feel like I've been going to the dentist every week for years now! While I was in the chair Tuesday (a 90 minute session), I was told that I had reached my 2022 maximum. I wasn't surprised. I've had a lot of work done.

When I said, "Ok, I'll see you all in 2023," this seemed very reasonable. After all, Tuesday was November 29. We're talking about skipping a month. ONE MONTH!

The hygienist, who was doing double duty because the billing specialist has the week off, was telling me that, since I'll probably blow past the deductible and hit the 2023 max pretty quickly next year anyway, I should just schedule work for December. I appreciate that she is concerned about how the temp crowns will hold up, but she shouldn't have brought it up when I was in the chair.

Here I am, with ten fingers in my mouth, staring at the ceiling, thinking, "Oh my God! I'll never be able to pay for all this!" It was depressing and stressful.

When I was able to take a break, I said to both her and my dentist, "I am paying for medical procedures on my liver and kidneys. That has to come first. If my GP was here, she'd say that my teeth can be replaced but my organs can't, so they have to come first."

My dentist said he agreed, and that January would be fine. The hygienist was still very "but the crowns!" And I understand her concern. They are temporaries and are only intended for use for a short time (hence the name). But there are realities of time and finance here.

My dentist said, "If these pop off, come in. Unless it's Christmas Day, come in. I'll replace them." He reiterated that as I was paying my bill on the way out. (By the way, I paid $800 that day.)

I'll be OK. When I got home -- away from the drilling and as the medication began to wear off -- I considered the cash I haven't budgeted for. Remember the unemployment I mentioned way back at the beginning of this post? I never included that in my financial calculations so I can use that for my medical bills. I had hoped to wait until November 2023 to begin receiving Social Security, but I'm eligible for those funds right now, too. I can use my "social safety net" money to pay these BIG bills without depleting my retirement funds.

But retiring is hard. Harder than I expected. Too many variables. Too many things I can't control. I wasn't expecting not working to be so much work.

*I suggest everyone contact an independent broker before you begin the Medicare journey. The amount of materials you will receive is dizzying, and it's hard to do on your own.

 

Reg is sad and I don't care

Apparently my friend Henry is still in the hospital. I gleaned that from Reg's 220+ word Facebook post. Mostly what I got from it is Reg visited Henry. The rest of it is Reg ruminating about how he has failed Henry. 

I agree with every syllable, but when I got to the end I wanted to comment, "Yeah, but when is Henry coming home? How is Henry feeling?" 

I didn't, of course. I'm angry, but I'm not cruel.

Besides, I don't know that Reg would even notice my comment. He's all about the emojis -- the cares, the sads, the loves. Most of the people who reacted don't even live in Key West and haven't seen Henry since the accident. Some haven't even met him. These are the people Reg wants to hear from. Not people who know the truth.

One woman -- unique in that she actually cares about Henry, knows him from church -- responded with: Now, while Henry is in the hospital might be a good time for you to talk with a therapist, a good time to just take care of you.

Yeah, like that's going to happen. 

We're now in December. I had made my peace with the idea that this Christmas will be the last time I'll ever see Henry. I'd kinda like to know if he will be out of the hospital, at home, or maybe in some kind of assisted living facility next time I see him. Or will I even be going to Key West for Christmas?

I will miss Henry. I love him.

Reg loves him, too. When I'm not mad, I'm sad that Reg's attitude precludes us comforting one another over what we have lost.

 

Thursday Thirteen #286

 

13 musicians we love. According to Amazon music, these are the 13 artists we most often claim as our most favorite.

1. The Beatles

2. Imagine Dragons

3. Taylor Swift

4. Morgan Wallen

5. Luke Combs

6. Queen

7. Bad Bunny

8. Post Malone

9. Elvis Presley

10. Eagles

11. Kane Brown

12. Ed Sheeran

13. Elton John

I admit I don't know 2, 4, 5, 7, and 11. But I'm thrilled that the Beatles are 1 and The King is hanging in there.

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Not feeling it

I usually hang a wreath on my front door, but Saturday I saw this silly penguin at The Dollar Store and decided to make a switch. A Christmas penguin with lips would have made my mom smile. I like the idea of celebrating Christmas with my mom every time I put my key in the lock.

So see? I was in the Christmas spirit. But not now.

I found out Saturday night via a Facebook post -- just like all 519 of Reg's Facebook friends -- that Henry is back in the looney bin. This is the third time this year the police have been called and taken my friend away to a mental health facility. He was there in May and September, too.

During the past two hospitalizations, Reg called and IM'd me. Not this time. I don't really feel like talking to Reg. But I would like more facts about what's going on, instead of just Reg-centric Facebook posts ("I'm in a canoe without oars, heading toward angry rapids." Yeah, whatever. Any word on when Henry will be released? Or is this the time when he will be committed to a facility, as Reg keeps implying?).

I had made my peace with the idea that this will be my last Christmas in Key West. I understand that, with the deterioration in his mental state, Henry might not know me much longer.

Now I am faced with the possibility that I may never see my friend again.

I am scheduled to spent his 60th birthday with him on 12/22. That may not happen.

I am heartsick.

Sunday Stealing

FROM SWAPBOT

What mythical creature would improve the world most if it existed? I'll let Flora, Fauna and Merryweather share the honor. 

 

What inanimate object do you wish you could eliminate from existence? Those awful, angry "Let's Go Brandon" shirts and hats. No one wears them here, but I remember being surrounded by people wearing them when I was going through airport security in Florida. I was distinctly uncomfortable.

What is the weirdest thing you have seen in someone else’s home? Nothing springs to mind.

What would be the absolute worst name you could give your child? I think it would depend on the last name. But in general, I'd say "Agatha."

What would be the worst thing for the government to make illegal? I'm not a fan of book banning.

What are some of the nicknames you have for customers or coworkers? I am retired, and consequently no longer have customers or coworkers.

If peanut butter wasn’t called peanut butter, what would it be called? Creamed peanuts.

What movie would be greatly improved if it was made into a musical? Anything by Ingmar Bergman. I think his movies are stuffy and pretentious and would be improved immeasurably with musical numbers like this one.

 

What would be the worst “buy one get one free” sale of all time? Those awful, angry "Let's Go Brandon" shirts and hats. You know, just the wardrobe you need to storm the Capitol and try to reverse a free and fair election.

What is the funniest name you have actually heard used in the real world? I'm sorry, I've got nothing.

What sport would be the funniest to add a mandatory amount of alcohol to? Curling. I know I'd enjoy watching more if I was drunk.

What would be the coolest animal to scale up to the size of a horse? An ant. I find their faces fascinating.

What set of items could you buy that would make the cashier the most uncomfortable? Trojan Bareskin Raw condoms. I was uncomfortable just typing that.

What is something that you just recently realized that you are embarrassed you didn’t realize earlier? This isn't recent, but I was well into my 30s before I figured out that the three farmhands in the black/white Kansas part of the movie were also the Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion.

What are some fun and interesting alternatives to war that countries could settle their differences with? A limbo competition.

 

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Two Black Cadillacs (2011)

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.

1) This week's song is about two women who share a very dark secret. Are you good at keeping secrets? Nope.

2) Carrie Underwood's favorite author is Stephen King. In fact, she credits King's Christine as an inspiration for this song. Have you read much Stephen King, or seen movies based on his books? I think Carrie is the only one I've read. I've seen more of movies based on his books (Carrie, Misery, Delores Claiborne).

3) Carrie first came to America's attention when she won on American Idol. Prior to competing on that show, she'd never been on an airplane. Crazy Sam takes at least one round-trip flight every year and pays using the miles she accumulated from credit card purchases throughout the year. Do you try to earn miles, points, or cash back when you make purchases? Yes. I'm a miles junkie. I hope to pay for this April's round-trip flight to Hollywood for the TCM Film Festival with miles.

4) Black is this week's signature color because November 25 was Black Friday, when retailers historically have slashed their prices and the holiday shopping season begins. Have you begun your gift shopping? I shop all year around, and I believe I'm done.

5) Black Friday began as a local event initiated by store owners in Philadelphia back in the early 1960s. When you think of Philadelphia, what comes to mind? Kyle Schwarber. He was one of the 2016 World Series Champion Chicago Cubs, and he almost got a second ring with the Phillies this year.

6) Black Friday always comes after Thanksgiving, a day of feasting. What was the best dish at your holiday table this year? The butternut squash and apple casserole.

7) Thanksgiving is also a big day for watching football. Did you watch any games? Nope.

8) What are you thankful for this year? I seem to be on the mend. I've had some health challenges this year, but it looks like I'm getting better.

9) Random question: You're in a public restroom and have a choice between paper towels and a hot air hand dryer. Which do you choose? Paper towels every time. They dry more thoroughly.
 

 

If there isn't a photo, did it happen?

I donned a beige and black striped blouse I've never worn before and real shoes (not tennies) for our Thanksgiving feast. My friend John noticed and commented. I think part of why he enjoys our Thanksgiving is that he can see me in something other than a Cubs t-shirt.

John and Gregory spent part of last week with Gregory's siblings. Bro and Sis were in town not for Thanksgiving but to visit a relative who is failing. It occurred to me when the three of us were blabbing that we spent a lot of time talking about Medicare (all three of us), medical maladies (me and John), sick and/or dying relatives (John and Gregory). 40 years ago, when I first met these guys, it was all about new music and clubs. Now it's Medicare Advantage vs. Medicare Supplement.

We ordered the pre fixe Thanksgiving menu:

•  Butternut squash bisque (Gregory had the green salad)

•  Roast turkey with cornbread dressing 

•  Mashed potatoes

•  Butternut squash/apple casserole (my favorite part of the meal)

•  Green beans and sliced carrots

•  Pumpkin pie

All for $40! I had expected it to be less food at a higher price point, what with all doom-and-gloom inflation news. The only concession I noticed the restaurant made was they axed the promised cranberry sauce and didn't replace it.

I also had a margarita (my first alcohol in a month -- until I got an OK from my doctor I didn't touch the stuff) and John had two Heinekens. 

For my birthday, John gave me a filmography of Katharine Hepburn. I could tell it was from the marked-down bin but that's fine. The Great Kate is still my favorite and he remembered that. The photos and reproductions of the original movie posters are lovely.

As I got into my Lyft, I realized that again this year, there was no photo of our Friendsgiving. I'm so used to posting pics this made me feel bad.

But it shouldn't. I'm thankful that we had fun, that we had each other, that we have such history, and that our bellies were full. That's enough.

That's a lot.

Thursday Thirteen #285

13 things I'm thankful for. 

1. My movie group. I joined to learn more about classic film. I'm surprised by and grateful for the important the personal relationships I've made there. 

2. My old friends. The people I've met through movie group are new friends. But John (1981) and my oldest friend (1963) have been with me all along, through all of it.

3. Facebook and Blogger. Yeah, I know, everyone slags social media. But used correctly, it keeps us connected and I treasure that. If you're reading this, I appreciate you, too!

4. My aunt and my cousin. My aunt (dad's sister) and my cousin (my mom's cousin, actually) exasperate me. They are two old Florida ladies, set in their ways. But they both love me. They are the last two people alive who held me as a baby! I am so lucky to have their genuine, enduring affection.

5.  My niece and nephew. I have made a difference in their lives, which is gratifying, and they are a constant joy to me.

6. My test results. My pancreas is fine. My liver issue is manageable. I'm OK, and I'm so grateful.

7. My faith. My relationship with God is personal, but it guides me and will ultimately save me.

8. My imagination. I seldom get bored. That is such a gift.

9. My DVR. There's always something on in my home.

10. Music. It reliably lifts my spirit.

11. Severance, unemployment and Social Security. These safety nets give me time and space to decompress and decide what I'm going to do with my next chapter ... without touching my retirement accounts.

12. Baseball. The crack of the bat is the through line from my past, the present and the future.

13. These last two are forever connected in my heart.

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Happy Birthday to Me

I spent this afternoon celebrating with Joanna at The Chriskindlemarket. Every year since 1996, this marketplace has been in the shadow of The Picasso. It was inspired by the holiday markets in Germany. Each stall is a food or gift vendor. It's very upbeat and festive.

I've walked by it every year but never went in. At 9:00, when I raced past en route to the office, they weren't open yet. At lunchtime it was too crowded. Somehow, in the evenings, there just wasn't time.

Well, this year we strolled it. With me retired and Joanna self-employed, we could take our time. It was great! I got handcrafted little gifties for my niece and her hubs (natural honey for her, beard moisturizer for him). 

Then Joanna took me for a sandwich and root beer and we caught up. 

It was a good birthday. I have a couple gifts in my den -- one from my aunt, the other from my cousin -- but I'm waiting until Wednesday to open them. I want to spread the happy a little longer.

My weekend with Mr. Lincoln

 ... and Elaine from my movie group.

We drove to Springfield on Friday afternoon. I had wanted to go down on Amtrak. It takes longer, but it would be no wear/tear on her car, we could get up and walk around, and I could go to the bathroom whenever required. But Elaine believed driving would give us "more freedom." Oh, you car people! I just don't get you. I would have preferred drinking plenty of water and giving my bad back a break. But she loves her car.

We had dinner at a nice local Italian restaurant and then checked into our rooms at the President Abraham Lincoln Hotel. Yes, everything in Springfield is named for our favorite son. My room had two portraits of Mary on the walls and TCM on the satellite streaming service, so I was happy. Elaine had her own room, and I think that worked better for us. I live alone and, after hours together in the car and over dinner, I needed alone time. 

After breakfast we toured the Lincoln family home. This is the only house Mr. Lincoln ever owned, where he hoped to return after the Presidency. I can't count how many times I've been through here, and it never fails to move me. A real family lived here. That rectangular thing on the table is the boys' actual stereoscope, a 19th century View Master.

 

Mr. Lincoln's actual desk, once in his law office, now in his bedroom

Then we went to the Old State Capitol. Three presidents made history here. Lincoln served here in the House of Representatives, gave his eloquent "house divided against itself speech here, and this is where he lie in state. Barack Obama announced his candidacy for the Presidency here, and then returned a year later and introduced Joe Biden as his running mate.

We finished the day at the Presidential Museum. Because we were here on November 19, we got to see a special display of The Gettysburg Address, in Lincoln's own hand.

It's a bad photo, but honest, it's the Gettysburg Address

 

We had dinner at the Globe Tavern. Abe and Mary lived at the original Globe Tavern after their wedding, so it seemed fitting.

Before we hit the road on Sunday, we said farewell at Lincoln's tomb.

Elaine has lived here in Illinois for 60 years, and has never visited these sites. I was happy to introduce her around and be her tour guide. We also got to know each other better, which was nice.

I, on the other hand, think it's funny

As Monday turned to Tuesday, I became 65 years old. Guess where I was at the moment of the anniversary of my birth.

I choose to believe this means I got worst out of the way early, and now I shall have the happiest of birthdays.

 

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows (1965)

Unfamiliar with this week's song? Hear it here.

1. In this song, Lesley Gore sings that sunshine is wonderful. It's hard to argue with that. Is it sunny where you are today? I'm doing this Friday morning. The skies are predicted to be gray and cloudy today.

2. Tootsie Roll is the world's #1 manufacturer of lollipops, and cherry is their most popular flavor. Do you have a sweet tooth? If yes, what's your favorite sweet treat? Chocolate candy, cookies or ice cream.

3. According to myth, you'll find a leprechaun's pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. If you suddenly, unexpectedly came into $100,000, what is the first thing you would buy? I'd pay off my condo, fix it up a little, and then sell it I'd like to start over.

4. She feels brighter than a lucky penny. Abraham Lincoln was the first person to appear on a U.S. coin, when the 1909 penny was struck in honor of his 100th birthday. Thomas Jefferson is on the nickel, George Washington is on the quarter, and John F. Kennedy is on the half dollar. Without looking, do you know which President is on the dime? FDR

5. Lesley Gore was very popular in the 1960s, with 11 Top Ten hits. Most people don't know that, while she was making records, she was also attending Sarah Lawrence College and graduated with her BA in 1968. What's something most Saturday 9ers would be surprised to know about you? I don't know there is anything. I've been pretty frank on this blog.

 
6. She performed "Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows" in the movie Ski Party. Do you plan to ski this season? No. I'm a klutz and I live in a very flat area, so skiing is highly unlikely to happen.

7. This song was written by Marvin Hamlisch, who would go on to win three Oscars, four Grammys, three Emmys, a Tony, and a Pulitzer Prize. That's quite an impressive list! But we believe our Sat 9-ers are impressive, too. So give yourself an award this morning. (For example, Crazy Sam is now Meme Mistress of the Year.) I'm the Doyenne of Doctor's Appointments. It seems all I've done this month is go to the doctor, or the dentist, or the vet.

8. In 1965, when this song was on the charts, I Dream of Jeannie premiered. This supernatural sitcom, about an astronaut who finds a genie on a beach, competed for viewers with Bewitched, which was about an advertising executive who marries a witch. Do you prefer Bewitched or I Dream of Jeannie?

 

I absolutely love Samantha on Bewitched

 
9. Random question -- Which would you rather have, tacos or pizza? Pizza. Always.

 

 

Come for the pancreas, stay for the liver

I'm so sick of being sick. 

In September, I was plagued by pain and my doctor suspected diverticulitis. I went to the ER for a CT scan and found, lo and behold, I had (in the attending physician's words) "a big, honking kidney stone." 

The scan revealed "an abnormality" on my pancreas. I was told it could be anything from a shadow on the film to something more consequential and, once I get my kidney issues straightened out, I should address.

In October, I had a lithotripsy. It was a success. Yay! I had hoped that now I would feel better. I don't. I'm not in pain, and for that I'm grateful. But I'm fatigued and I have no appetite. Now the fatigue could be depression -- I'm under a lot of stress right now and I admit it's getting to me. But the appetite thing is worrisome. It could be a symptom of pancreatitis, which would explain that troublesome abnormality detected by the CT scan.

So this week it was back to the hospital for an MRI. It took between 45 minutes and an hour (it's easy to lose track of time in the tube). But it wasn't so bad. I'm lucky that I never felt claustrophobic or overly anxious. It's just hard to be in there, wondering if the tech is looking at the indications that you have pancreatic cancer.

But I found out Thursday it's not pancreatic cancer. It's not pancreatic anything. According to the results posted in MyChart, I have fatty liver disease. But my pancreas seems fine.

I'm going away this weekend so I'll talk to my doctor about this Monday. After all, this has been hanging over my head for two months now. Letting it go for three days is not really going to make a difference.