Tuesday, January 16, 2018

T Stands for Thor: Ragnarok

So, last month, Himself and I finally got the chance to see Thor: Ragnarok. My pick. I did take photos of us at a restaurant, but I can't find the photos on my camera or laptop. I deleted some photos off my camera to get rid of the annoying you have no more room message. Out of all the times, I've deleted photos from my camera roll, I've never had photos deleted from the folder on my laptop where photos are backed up. Even though I've always gotten a message that a photo deleted in one place will be deleted from all devices. Apparently, an iOS update fixed that bug. I can't remember where we went to eat. No biggie. Thor will lend a hand by showing his coffee cup. Grab your favorite beverage, no smashing.

I love the Thor stories, and let's face it, Chris Hemsworth is easy on the eyes. This Thor saga is a coming of age story and reminded me a bit of The Wizard of Oz. Thor must step up his game to protect the people of Asgard against Hele, the Goddess of Death. Through the process, Thor learns his power derives from himself and not in Mjölnir, his hammer. (Like Dorothy and her ruby, red pumps)

The script must have been written by an adolescent male as comic relief was was not funny. The jokes seemed forced and continued ad nauseum. And it could be I'm not a fan of Jeff Goldblum, the villain in the movie. There was also the debate about who would win a battle if Thor were pitted against The Hulk.


 Hela (Cate Blanchett), the Goddess of Death, was impressive as she cavorted on screen in her Las Vegas showgirl headdress. (Though Himself told me Hele  appeared with similar headgear in the comic book.) She pulls off molded leather well, and it looks like she was given sensible heeled boots instead of stiletto heels.

Great movie if you're a Thor fan or have nothing better to do. The movie has probably left the major theaters so you might have to wait for it to hit Netflix.

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Monday, January 15, 2018

Happy, Little, Time Waster

Need a happy, little, time waster. Try Boss Baby with Alec Baldwin as the Boss. Looks like a kid movie, but a lot of the jokes are geared to adults. Now showing on Netflix.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

How Does Your Garden Grow?

This week, I was in Pennsylvania with The Eldest while she looked for an apartment. When I left there was still a lot of snow on the ground. We came home to warm Spring like temps and

Most of the snow had melted all around the path I had shoveled to the front birdfeeder

In the Zensical garden. Hello, Rocky! Haven't seen you for months!

The deep snow pack on top of the solar array was all gone.

The Japanese maple finally dropped most of its leaves. 

Heavy rains at night left a lake at the end of the driveway and

water rushing in the swale in front of the house.

It was so warm, it felt like a good day to prep Ink's garden

and move all the Zensical gewgaws to their spots

It was so good to see very little snow in the backyard

And bright, blue skies. Ah, Spring!

Wishful thinking as the temperatures soon dropped below freezing and a skim of ice formed on the bird bath. Deep sigh. Forlorn look. Only 157 days until the first day of Summer.

Saturday, January 13, 2018


Himself was reading How Does Your Garden Grow from last week. One particular image caught his eye.

Himself: You know you had the yardstick in upside-down.

Me: No.

Himself: Yes.

Me: I got the yardstick and compared it to the image. OH! So instead of reporting 22 1/2 inches of snow, there were really only 13 1/2 inches of snow. (But it felt like 2 feet while shoveling!) Now, the error might have been a left-handed problem. Or just rushing to take the measurement and photo before my fingers froze and fell off  in the sub-zero temperature. Or English Major. You do the math.

Well, no one else noticed. No one commented on it.

He walked away shaking his head, and I heard him scoff: Artists!

It was good for a laugh and reminded me of a joke I heard on a local radio station just that week. The Loren and Wally Morning Show on radio station WROR has a skit called Men From Maine.

As I remember hearing: Lem and his friend, Ephus are working at the sawmill when the foreman calls them over and tells them he wants them to measure the height of the flagpole. They get a tape measure and a ladder and are standing looking at the flagpole trying to figure out the best way to get the job done.

Lem says to Ephus: You take the end of the tape measure and climb the ladder against the flagpole. I'll hold the other end of the tape.

Ephus: I don't know, Lem. That looks awfully high.

Just  then, one of the sawmill engineers comes by: Whatcha fellas doin?

Lem: The foreman wants us to measure the height of the flagpole.

Engineer: Well, that's not how you do it. Here. He lowers the flagpole to the ground. Hands one end of the tape to Lem, walks with the other  end of the tape to the top of the flagpole and takes the measure. That's 37 1/2 feet.

Ephus nods his head and Lem smiles at the engineer.

Lem: Thanks.

The engineer walks off.

Lem: Smarty pants engineer. Thinks he know everything.

Ephus: I know! We need the height of the flagpole, and he gives us the width!

Friday, January 12, 2018

The Friday Five Good Things

Five good things that happened this week.

1. Howling winds on Saturday, and we didn't lose electricity or heat. Gottseidank.

2. Then on a day not as cold, heat in the basement, and hot water, but no heat on the main floor. Thank God for having the mini-splits to keep the house toasty warm.

3.The heating guy thought return pipes in the garage were frozen. Temps got a little warmer. Tuesday morning, I tried the main heating system and things kicked in. So relieved we didn't have to worry while we were in Pennsylvania

4. The Eldest will be moving to Pennsylvania, she found a nice, safe, affordable apartment. And maybe will be able to score some furniture and a washer/dryer as there's a hook-up in the apartment. Thanks to the awesome help of Vicky May-Hosick from Howard Hanna.

5. Ice storm predicted for today, so we cut our Pennsylvania trip plans short to get out of Dodge after The Eldest signed her lease.

How was your week?

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Throwback Thursday - The Notebooks

My favorite pastry: Napoleon (Mille Feuille)
To clear up some confusion, the Notebook passages posted on Throwback Thursday were written by my father and found by me after he passed away. They were his attempt to tell the family history. He was in his late 80s or early 90s when he wrote them. Today's chapter:

Every Saturday afternoon and Sunday he [ed: Dad's father] had his friends at the house in the Summer to play cards, drink wine, and provided them with cold cut sandwiches. Mother doing all the bread cutting and serving.

My birthdays were in a way celebrated. My mother's uncle, Zio Francisco who was blind, would have one of his children or nephews bring him to our house. To bake the goodies for my birthday celebration. [ed: Dad, last names would have been helpful. Is this an uncle from her father's side? from her mother's side? A blood-relative, uncle or a close friend of the family that gets adopted as an uncle? I can't find any record of him.]

My mother would put out the board and the linathula. Which was the handle of a broom sanded down to the wood.. And as it was used to roll out the dough which had eggs blended in it. It would eventually look golden.

She would lay out all of the ingredients he needed for the cake. The Italian type, the cannoli, paragini and other other pastry.

Then when he was finished with one kind, he made another. He would ask my mother to test whatever was in the pan or in the oven. She would tell him how it felt and he would say take it out, or let it cook a few more minutes.

No matter what he made the results were delicious. When he was done some member of his family would come and pick him up and take him home.

At night after our dinner. there would be some noise in the hallway. and shortly music. My mother would open the door and my father's friends would file in to celebrate my birthday on St. Patrick's Day. None of my siblings were there. So it probably was my father's way of celebrating with his friends.

[ed: March was a big birthday month in the family:

Dad's Aunt Angelina, 12. March
One of Angelina's sons, Anthony, 14. March
Dad, 17 March
19. March, Feast of St. Joseph
Dad's father, Achille, 22 March
Achille's brother, Dad's Uncle Joe, 24. March
Dad's mother's brother, Uncle Vincent, 29. March
Dad's mother's sister, Aunt Philomena, 31. March]