Monthly Archives: April 2011

its all i want, is to fall apart with you . . .

Drinking coffee, eating breakfast, listening to music, reading the paper with my drew on Saturday morning. Tonight we are going to see Alejandro Escovedo and the Sensitive Boys at the Bell House in Brooklyn. We’ve never been to the Bell House and the tickets are general admission. I don’t know if there is seating.

Every time we go to a concert and we have to stand I say to Drew, “That’s it. I’m not going to another concert unless there are seats.”  But sometimes you just don’t know.

A while back, Hannah and Drew were going to the Wellmont Theater to see the Decemberists. I was staying home because it was general admission. Then hours before they left I saw online that there were seats upstairs and I bought one ticket. I don’t mind sitting alone at the concert. We would have plenty of family time together while sitting in rush hour traffic driving to New Jersey. We walked into the theater and there were seats in the main area after all. (I snuck in and sat with my honeys.) 

So when Drew said, “What should we do? I know you don’t like to stand but I can’t figure out if there are seats or not,”  I responded by saying, “That’s okay, I don’t want to be too old to go to a concert. I’ll take an Aleve and wear my comfortable sneakers ,” (and Drew will take cotton for his ears) and we will make it work. There is always room on the floor. I can rest and then text Drew to come and  help me off the floor — slowly, carefully — in a way that doesn’t hurt his back. Or we can leave early.

And so Saturday morning, Drew played Alejandro Escovedo’s new album, Street Songs of Love. And the following lyrics caught my attention:

its all she wants/ is to fall apart with me/

all i want/ is to fall apart with you/

My thoughts exactly!!!!!

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Why Didn’t Somebody Wake Me?

My alarm didn’t go off and I slept through the wedding of the century — William and Kate. I heard on the radio they kissed three times!!! Wow. Every station on the radio was yapping about it. Oh well, at least my beauty sleep wasn’t cut short. On to more important matters.

Should I make dinner tonight or not? Drew is thinking Indian food and I’m thinking — Sounds like a nice idea but will I regret not making dinner when you, my drew, walk in the door after 9:00 PM and we have to rush off to the restaurant before it closes. Happens most Fridays.

I bought ingredients for Chicken Tikka Masala. Happened to be browsing through an old issue of Cook’s Illustrated and it caught my eye. I’m thinking of making it as a “just in case” dinner. Yes, I think that’s what I’ll do. Better get going on it because I think I have to coat it with a spice mixture and let it sit for an hour. Break time. Have to read recipe. More later.

Hours later: Getting dark out. No sign of Drew. It’s almost 8:00 pm. I’m hungry. I should have made dinner!!!!! When will I learn????  It’s happening again. The clock is ticking. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Soon it will be 9:00 pm.

I am so in the mood for a nice spicy Chic . . . Damn, what just happened? I was watching the Yankee game and the tv just switched to Kitchen Nightmare. Drew’s taping Kitchen Nightmare and Friday Night Lights. I can’t watch the Yankee game. And Drew is not home yet. Was that thunder I hear? (No, it’s the tv.)

Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

And now I read on the internet that the newlyweds only kissed two times! The truth, I want the truth. Skyped with Cheryl this afternoon and she heard they kissed twice. I told her, “Nooooooo, I heard it was three times!” I don’t think she believed me. Eh, I’ll probably get the best wedding recap reading Doonesbury. Drew, he gets his information from Howard.

Drew is home. Yay!

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Hugging Nadia, Eating Uni — Just Another Day in the Neighborhoodood

The following abridged and slightly edited texts were sent between 2:38 PM and 7:48 pm on Wednesday, April 27, 2011:

Hannah:    THERE’S A DEAD COCKROACH IN MY ROOM

Mom:    Pick it up.

Hannah:    Ew, no.

Mom:    Then text Steven. He’ll come over and pick it up.

Hannah:    Nooooooo. I don’t want to bother him.

Mom:    Do you have a deep fryer?

Hannah:    Ewwwwww

Hannah leaves for her yoga class and comes back to an empty apartment an hour and a half later.

Hannah:    The cockroach is gone!!!! OMG where did it go.

Mom:    Maybe it was dozing. Why didn’t you stomp on it when you had the chance?

Hannah:    Ew mom, whatsoever should I do?

Mom:    Have a drink

Hannah:    There’s no wine around.

In between Hannah’s trauma, Rachel starts texting me (she already knows about Hannah’s dead roach. Everybody already knows about Hannah’s dead roach — be happy it isn’t a rat.)

Rachel:   I just tried uni at a place that always says how good theirs is. I was scared. It was delicious. I wish I chewed it slower but I was scared.

Mom to Rachel:    Hannah’s roach is gone.

Rachel:    I know I got the update. Haha. I told her she could come to me. It was so good. You have to try the uni here. It’s delicious.

I’m talking to Hannah on the phone and her roommate, Nadia, walks in. They chat and I hear joy in Hannah’s voice. She talks into her cell again, “Hold on Mom, I have to hug Nadia.” Apparently Nadia was home while Hannah was at yoga and she threw out the dead cockroach.

I text this update to Rachel.

Rachel:   ahahahahahahhahahahahah

Hannah loves Nadia . . . awwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

And Rachel loves uni . . . mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. (Uni anyone? Try it at Fu Sushi in the East Village.)

I live an exciting life through unlimited texting!

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Get A Grip — A Good One & Don’t Forget the Coupon

For years I mourned the loss of my vintage can opener. I say vintage as in “old, very old, gunky.” It was a simple can opener with a bottle opener on one end and a little flip lever for jars on the other. I loved it. Could have been a family heirloom. It was so reliable for so many years, opened every can it got it’s sharp little teeth on. And then one day — it broke!

Friends recommended an electric can opener. No, I don’t open that many cans and, besides, the less electronic appliances I have on my counter, the happier I am. And, seriously now, what if the electricity went out and all I had to eat was a can of tuna? I like to be prepared.

I kept the broken can opener in my silverware drawer for the longest time. I thought maybe, just maybe, I can find a replacement. So I searched the stores. Big stores, little ma and pa stores, dollar stores . . . The simpler the better, that’s what I had and that’s what I wanted again.

I came across a lot of can openers during my shopping trips. I didn’t want a big clunky one. I didn’t want one that cut around the can so that the lid had no sharp edges. I finally found the one I wanted. The price was right. I took it home and when it was time to open a can my heart was pounding. It was a can of tuna. I was making Drew’s salad for lunch. I clamped down on the can and started turning the handle. I couldn’t get  a good grip. The can slipped into the sink leaving a trail of stinky tuna oil everywhere. The handle was thin and slippery. I finally managed to open the can. It wasn’t easy. The next time I opened a can and every single time after that the same thing happened.

My Magnificent OXO Good Grips Can Opener

Can you believe the quality of all these cans? What’s going on? It took me a while to realize that it was the can opener, not the can that was crappy. I finally gave in. Off to Bed Bath and Beyond, me and my coupon, we went. I coordinated the trip with dinner with Sylvia. She was thrilled to meet me there. (She also came with coupons in hand.) I kept going back to the OXO Good Grips can opener.

I just didn’t want something so big. I picked it up and put it down several times. Then I picked it up and walked around the store. I felt comfortable embracing it. I was feeling good, good enough to buy it. And I’m glad I did!

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I Am So Hungry!

Feels like I spent the day at the gym. I can walk for hours but this bending really takes a toll on me. My legs are aching. Maybe it’s the combination of bending and hearing the scream of the dandelion that tires me. This morning my yard was covered in dandelions again. Where do they come from?  Eh, who cares, they are, once again, gone!

Filled the shed with tools and stuff . . . still plenty of room. I’m so happy with my new shed. I can stand up in it and look out the window. At this point there is more room to move around in the shed than in Hannah’s room, but let’s save that for another day. Wonder what I did with the key. I never had a key for my shed and I never thought of locking it but now I have a key somewhere in this house and I’m thinking, “Maybe I should lock it!” Probably not a good idea. I’ll end up losing the key and I won’t be able to get to my very important gardening stuff.

Today I am thinking food. All sorts of food. Went to Trader Joe’s to buy some mint yogurt only to be told they were out of it. Was looking through my recipes and found an article on coconut oil. Mmm, the shrimp recipe sounded delicious so I bought myself some coconut oil at the health food store.

Came home, already made some Hot and Sour Soup and Stir Fried Green Beans. The ingredients for the Stir Fried Sweet Potatoes and the Sauteed Shrimp with Coconut Oil, Ginger and Coriander. are ready to go — just waiting for Drew to call and say, “I’m on my way home.” (Please, please call before 10 pm!)

Looking for a smaller food processor than the 25+ year old one that I have. Any suggestions? Am thinking of the Black & Decker HC306 but have only seen it online.

Damn, now I’m hungry.

As promised: Afghan Grill Kebob House on Hillside Ave. in New Hyde Park.

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Die, Dandelions, Die

I went outside to paint a small sample on the side of the house and that’s when I saw them . . . all of them. they were big and happy. Dandelions, happy healthy dandelions . . . all over the place. Well, I’m happy to report that I snapped the tap on every one of them.

happy no more!

I was panicking because I spoke to my painter and he wants to start prepping the house this week. Wanted a turquoise color but think I like the wythe blue. Can’t seem to find a turquoise I like. Decision making time. More on this after I get Drew feedback.

Would you still visit me?

Ran into Laurie at Pat’s Farm this afternoon. We’ve been veggie buddies for years. We were both part of a CSA. Every year we would sign up for weekly shares at Golden Earthworm. We took turns picking up the shares. Every year I say it will be my last. I love the veggies but one little piece of broccoli does not a meal make. Potatoes we don’t eat and I always need to fill in lots around the edges.

This year I didn’t renew. I hope I won’t be sorry. Laurie signed up. Hope she doesn’t start emailing me during the season to tell me how good the arugula is, or the beets, or lettuce, or ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . what did I do? I’m going to have to find a good local farmers market.

Laurie was buying nuts and yogurt today. She was looking for lemon yogurt. I told her about the chocolate yogurt I buy once in a while in Trader Joe’s. And then she said, “Have you tried the mint yogurt from Trader Joe’s? It’s the best.” I’ve been thinking about it all day but I was nowhere near Trader Joe’s — and with gas over $4.00 a gallon I like to consolidate my travels. Maybe Wednesday for mint yogurt.

I’m mentioning all this because today I bought an impulse item — mint chocolate chip gum. I don’t know what got into me. Must’ve been all that talk about mint and chocolate. I was on line at the store and I saw New Extra Dessert Delights, sugarfree gum. I opened up the packet to this: Have Your Dessert & Chew it Too! I’m chewin’ but this ain’t no dessert!

My in-depth review of The Book of Mormon: Fabulous, absolutely fabulous. Best musical ever.

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Toilet Paper, Red Dress, Battery, Gummi Vitamins

These are a few of my favorite things. No, wait, I’ve got it all wrong — these are a few of the items we are packing to bring to the girls in the city today. Maybe I’ll throw in some paper towels too. Already gave the Indian soup packets last week, along with lots of leftovers.

Our Passover leftovers are gone. The only thing left is the fresh white horseradish that I made. I wanted to give some out as goodie jars for Passover but I forgot — It’s always something! Mmmm, plenty of Bloody Marys in our future!

Fell asleep through most of Resident Evil: Afterlife — at least Drew said I did. I thought I saw plenty but, regardless, it was a good nap. What do you expect after a bottle of wine. (Afghan restaurant was BYOB — a definite plus!)

Movie over, Drew has the remote and flips, flips, flips, or should I be saying surfs? Is he channel surfing or flipping the channels? Ended up watching 12 Monkeys (again). Probably the next time I watch it I will remember the ending.

Off to the city soon and probably will be too tired to write anything later.

Today: Family day in the city.

Hannah just texted me: I recommend you come in early and walk around. It’s so nice out.

My response: It’s hot. (Yes, already complaining about the heat.)

Tomorrow: Read my in-depth review of The Book of Mormon.

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