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9/17/2019 · 2:03 am· Trouble · Good Bye Blue Sky
sometimes waiting and watching is all you can do. The weather has been oscillating quite a bit this... | Read More

9/1/2019 · 1:30 pm· Jaime · Good Bye Blue Sky
It's summer. We don't adventure much in the summer. It's too hot & buggy. We hibernate and wait... | Read More

9/1/2019 · 2:25 am· Trouble · Good Bye Blue Sky
So how goes the summer of adventure? Inquiring minds want to know.... | Read More

6/6/2018 · 12:46 am· Michael (Net2007) · My friend, my friend, (s)he’s got a knife
I've often felt this way, it's strange and divisive times in many ways. As far as this goes, I... | Read More

7/12/2017 · 4:22 pm· Trouble · Half of Us Are Wrong or in the Alternative, Half of Us Are Right
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Spirit of 76

Filed under: — Jaime @ 4:00 pm

Earlier today, I called over to my local pharmacy to see if the prescription that I had dropped off earlier in the week was ready. The tech asked me my birthday in order to look me up, not an unusual request. I reply, “Ten-Fifteen-Seventy-Six”, to which most people would have translated to 10/15/1976. No, not this time. Genius-tech repeats earnestly, “10. 15. 1876?

Yeah, dumbass, I’m a 138 year old woman calling to see if her birth control is ready. Thank goodness the Rx is compounded off-site.


The Great Pantyhose Conspiracy

Filed under: — Jaime @ 11:52 am

Without evidence or support other than my own astute observations, I have concluded there must be a conspiracy by the pantyhose makers of the western world to: a) make them so they run within 2 wears and b) remind us tiny ladies that we are a minority. Point A is obvious. They all run within a few wears, no matter the brand and no matter how careful one is to wear and store them. Point B is a little harder to prove, so I’ll challenge you to find a well-stocked selection in any store – online or terra – of Size A/Small, nude/bare pantyhose. It appears store stockers believe all women are fat and tanned. Nothing but Bs and Queens in suntan – everywhere. It’s a conspiracy I tell you.


The Volunteers

Filed under: — Jaime @ 9:34 pm

This afternoon, Mike and I transplanted three plants that should have never made it through winter. The first was a may night salvia that we bought last spring (2013). We had intended to plant it, never got around to it, and there it sat in it’s little plastic pot for a year. Somehow it survived being completely ignored, including the harshest winter I’ve experienced in Savannah. Recently, we noticed it has begun again to flower. There’s no way we could ignore a little volunteer like that any longer. Today, we transplanted it to a larger, terracotta pot, in better soil. That should do wonders for a plant of that strength.

The second two plants were red new guinea impatiens that we had originally purchased for the planter box that Mike made last summer. In the fall, we moved them out of the planter box and replaced them with an aster (a more fall flower). At that time, there were eight or so clipped stalks that still had flowers, so I brought them in and put them in large Oktoberfest-style, clear glass steins for vases, being appropriate for later September/early October. I thought they’d eventually lose their flowers and I’d toss them away, normal cycle of life stuff here. Nope. Not these fighters. They grew roots, hearty roots, and kept on, and on- throughout the entire winter. I did change the water periodically, and even added some liquid fertilizer once, which mostly resulted in an explosive growth of algae. Today, we planted these volunteers in the most appropriate container we had – a volunteer. A few months ago we had a windstorm blow over someone’s hanging basket. It was in great shape, so we took it in for a day just like today. It could not have worked out better.

Good luck, little volunteers!


Chanson du Jour

Filed under: — Jaime @ 8:36 pm

A week or so ago, a co-worker and I commiserated on how lyrically apropos parts of John Lennon’s Mind Games was for that day for the both of us. Particularly the, “You gotta let it, you gotta let it go” line (although, truly, that song has little to do with workdays). Since then, I’ve been having these song-of-the-day moments where a certain song becomes immediately appropriate for the day’s circumstances and I can’t resist the urge to listen to it. Today there were two. This morning started with Foam (Phish)…not a lot of lyrics there, all perfect, however. The day ended just as perfectly when the Beatles’ Two of Us came on the random mix.

Mike helped me keep up the Beatles/Lennon theme tonight by teaching me to play You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away and the Ballad of John & Yoko. I’ll let you guess which one I was better at (there was definitely one).

Rounding out the night, I found a groovin 70s mix stream to listen to in the shower. How good you ask? How about these tunes all in a row: Convoy (CW McCall), Moonlight Feels Right (Starbuck), Gonna Fly Now (Bill Conti) aka the Theme from Rocky. Oh yeah.



Filed under: — Jaime @ 5:51 pm

My St. Patrick’s day post errantly attributed One Nation Under a Groove to Parliament, when I should have written Funkadelic. While it is no excuse, I am, clearly, not the only one who has made this error, as supported by Wikipedia on the Funkadelic page, “The bands Parliament and Funkadelic cannot be easily separated.”


Rain on the Parade

Filed under: — Jaime @ 12:48 pm

Rain on Savannah’s St. Patrick’s parade day wasn’t all that bad. The temperatures themselves held in the 60s, and it was light rain most of the time. For a first time in probably a decade, Mike and I were on our own – no guests. While I prefer the guests, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the opportunity to be mobile and to dictate our own schedule.

One major bonus of the rain is that it cut down on the crowds, particularly the kids. This was the second year we rode our bikes down, and we certainly were able to get closer to the parade itself than last year without having to park the bikes.

The only even slightly negative aspect of the day was the security guard? cop? in Colonial Park Cemetery who tried to tell us that there was a new law that said we couldn’t watch the parade from within the cemetery grounds. Odd, since there were no signs saying such, nothing in the news about said new law, and most importantly, the cemetery gates were open! If the City didn’t want us watching from there, they could have simply closed the gates. Big fat duh. The worst part of it was that the cop felt it important to tell us we were being recorded. Yep. Got it. But remember, Missy Cop – so are you. We opted not to argue with her, but we’re still considering writing an indignant letter to…someone.

The highlights were getting to see a lot of the tradition of the parade – the Crab Shack float, the Alee Shriners, and both the Nassau Co. (NY) and Virginia Tech pipe & drum corps (bonus points go to VT for playing Scotland the Brave, one of four national anthems I can identify by music alone). There was a really nice float I hadn’t seen before hosted by a staffing company. It was a very classy coach pulled by clydesdales. They won the Chairman’s Award, whatever that is.

Probably the absolute best part of the parade was the 3rd ID band (that’s the US Army, 3rd infantry division). The band was rocking Parliament’s One Nation Under a Groove. The trombonist, in particular, was incredible. I think it’s safe to say this is no longer George W. Bush’s army. It was nice to see them having fun. Guess this means the US isn’t broke, right?

The corned beef has been slow-cooking since around nine. Until then, it will be a relaxing afternoon of coffee, cinnamon rolls, and sitting around. Hockey starts at seven.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!


The Promised Pics

Filed under: — Jaime @ 9:41 pm

As I mentioned earlier, my favorite bass now has a brand, new pickguard. The sweetest part is that Mike made it all by himself from custom ordered materials. I’m incredibly pleased with the results. He did a marvelous job. Mike did a full write-up of his work for those of you so inclined, Finished: New Pickguards. Some pics are there. You’ll see he also made one for himself. Here’s one of my favorites:

It is a time like this that I realize I’m not your average female. Most wives are thrilled if their husbands buy them jewelry or similar baubles. I’d be beyond annoyed if Mike dropped a dime on jewels. To date, I still don’t even have a wedding ring, which is entirely the fault of me. Mike has talent, and I am on the receiving end of his creativity and labor. I feel quite lucky.

I Wonder…

Filed under: — Jaime @ 12:52 pm

…if anyone would notice if I ditched the rest of work to stay home and play with my baby and its new pickguard. I’m useless today thinking about it anyway. Pics later. Mike did a hell of a job. It’s beautiful. Sigh…


Gyro Genius, Mike!

Filed under: — Jaime @ 3:21 pm

Forgive the cheeze of the title, I couldn’t resist. It appears Mike has figured out the basics for gyros that are as close to the Chicago-Greek we know as authentic.

The gyros involved a two-day process. The first day we seasoned and ground the lamb and beef (they were already ground, but we ground further). We then formed it into a tube shape and vacuum sealed it. Day two, we sous-vide the loaf in our crockpot for about 4 hours. After a rest, Mike cut it into thin slices and broiled a bit. Toppings were standard, including homemade tzatziki sauce, diced tomatoes and onions. We even wrapped them in wax paper and aluminum foil and let them rest while we made the onion rings. It was The. Best. Gyro. I’ve had in Savannah. I am thrilled that we get leftovers tonight.

Other miscellany for this first day of DST -

*I’ve been contributing some time to Zooniverse lately; specifically, Operation War Diary. Operation War Diary provides British WWI diary pages to the public to tag/index the information contained in them. I’ve done a number of pages for the 57 Field Company Royal Engineers (fanboy love for engineers!). Yesterday, I was humbled as I tagged an account of their involvement in the First Battle of the Marne in September 1914. It told of their blowing up bridges on their way to the trenches. It also mentioned 500 prisoners and 6 guns were taken. While I generally don’t like military history, I like this aspect of it. It humanizes the otherwise dull discipline of memorizing dates, troop movements, and leaders.

*As if Henrik Lundqvist couldn’t be hotter, I now learn this.

*I finished my first audio book recently – The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins. What a fantastic book it was. The audio aspect of it took a little getting used to. It was odd having someone read to me. I haven’t had anyone do that for me for a very long time. I am on my second audio book now, and the readers are no where near as good as the the lady who read The Hunger Games. I am starting to realize that makes a difference on whether or not I like the story, which sort of sucks. I feel like I’m missing some of the nuance with poor narrators.
—–*I also recently read the third book in Douglas Adams’ Hitchhiker series, Life, the Universe and Everything. If it wasn’t Adams and if it wasn’t part of the series I would not have finished it. It was tedious, giving definition to the word slog. Ugh. I now question whether I will read the fourth book.

*In mid February, we noticed some garlic we had in the kitchen had sprouted. We dug up a small patch in the yard, fertilized it a bit with manure, and planted the wee sprouts – about 12 bulbs in all. Today, the stalks of the bulbs stand 4-6 inches high, and are thick and healthy. We’ve never grown garlic before so I’m looking forward to see if this works out. If it does, we’ll be in luck as they are bulbs and should return every year.

Ok, enough for now. I am going to go find a way to further appreciate the rest of this gorgeous day and late daylight hours.


Ghost or Gravity?

Filed under: — Jaime @ 7:13 pm

In preparing to share the following story, I searched The Gull Reef Club to determine if I had ever shared my previous, one and only, ghost-in-my-old-house story, and apparently I have not. So I owe you that one. I’ve already committed to the title of this post, therefore, you get the second ghost story first.

While I’ve not been convinced ghosts are real, I like the creative, sci-fi speculation ghost stories provide. Now, for your own edification and speculation: A few nights ago, Mike and I were in the kitchen preparing dinner. I went to the cabinet where we keep croutons to get them for our salads. I open the cabinet and a single item falls out, nearly on my head – the croutons. I joked that it was the ghost of the former lady of the kitchen who must have also been short of height and felt sorry for me. I then said out loud to the kitchen generally, “Thank you, Esther Neidlinger!” (Mrs. Neidlinger was one of the many former residents of my home, approximately from the late 40s/early 50s through late 60s).

As soon as I did that, the salad dressing sitting on the prep cart falls to the ground. I remarked to Mike, “Less skeptical people would have been sure we were visited by the ghost of Esther Neidlinger just now.” Of course he piles on, “Or maybe you named the wrong ghost and now he or she is mad at you.” Uh-oh! Or maybe we just had a strong surge of gravitational pull localized solely to our kitchen.

I really don’t know what happened there. Probably just a series of nicely timed coincidences. I promise to post my other ghost-in-my-old-house story and then you can decide if we are haunted.

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