Wednesday words


With the Olympics opening on Friday I looked for a quote that would apply not only to athletes but to writers as well. Hope you agree.

Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal. ~Henry Ford

Aurora/Tucson Why?


Like most of us, I woke up to the tragedy of Aurora Colorado and I flash back to a similar  day 18 months ago here in Tucson. I was in the pharmacy picking up prescriptions and some one came in and announced, Congresswoman Giffords has been shot. My world turned upside down.

Like last night the horror was perpetrated by a disturbed young man. However the young man last night still has not given us a reason why he has done this. At least not at the time of writing this.  There is still the question of why? The survivors ask, why me?  The family of those who did not survive ask, why?

. Some may not allow their children or themselves,to go back to the movies, especially Batman for fear of copycats. We should try and not do that, for if we do the sickoes of the world win.

Tonight we will all hold our loved ones a little bit closer, keep the victims and the people of Aurora Colorado in our prayers. Help them get through this long dark tunnel of grief. One day they will come out the other side. While the world will never be the same they will go on. Because their loved ones would want them to.  But they will never forget, they shouldn’t and neither should we.

Paraskevidekatriaphobics


Paraskevidekatriaphobics — people afflicted with a morbid, irrational fear of Friday the 13th.  Everyone has their fears and superstitions but this one seems to affect more people. At least that was the impression I was given after a not so scientific survey of friends.

People have been known to stay home, not answer phones, even not drive. It has been shown that the percentage of people who drive decreases on Friday the 13th but the number of vehicular accidents increases. Go figure.

All I know is the 13th has been good for me. Two of my brothers were born on Friday the 13. My husband moved to Boston on Friday the 13th and a few months later met me.

So how is my Friday the 13th? I woke with no back pain, that didn’t last but pain meds are a wonderful thing. One of the cats is upset about something. Haven’t figured out what yet. It’s going to rain which the dessert desperately needs.  I’m sitting here with my sweetie watching Diners, Drive ins and Dives. I’d say it’s a good day.

Wednesday Words-Happy 4th!


You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness.  You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.  ~Erma Bombeck

Baseball – Hot dogs-Apple Pie and ….


There was a commercial when I was in my 20’s (back in the late middle ages) That started this way. It was supposed to show how american this particular car maker was.

With Independence day coming up, for some reason this jingle has been running through my  mind. So of course it got me thinking of 4th of July’s in the past.

We always had a cook out in our back yard. Hamburg, hot dogs,chips, no apple pie but sometimes there was watermelon. And ice cream.  We loved two blocks from the beach and back then they had fireworks been set off on the other side of the beach. What at the time was a landfill and is now something else.

One time my dad counted all the kids on our street and there were about 75. All of them were down that beach with their parents. We kids ran around, watching the teenagers with their sparklers and other things we couldn’t play with but wanted to so badly. Inevitably though, someone would get burnt  We didn’t care. They were fun to watch, because we knew someday we would be able to do that as well.

Once the fireworks started everyone sat down. The parents bought blankets for the kids to sit on and beach chairs for themselves. It was an hour of oohs and ahhs of pure innocent childhood joy. I still ooh and ahh when I see fireworks but it’s not the same.

This Independence day several of us are getting together for a put luck. We will still have hotdogs and hamburgers and corn on the cob  I’ll watch the fireworks on the tv instead of the beach. I’ll still ooh and ahh. And remember those nights on the sand..

What’s your plans for the holiday? Do you have a favorite thing to cook on the grill?