Monday, November 19, 2007

Thanksgiving menu

we've pretty much finalized our menu for this year:

breakfast
(while watching the big Thanksgiving parade in Detroit on TV - Michiganders ignore that "other" parade Wink Laughing )

blueberry bread
orange juice/milk


early afternoon snacks
while watching and laughing at the Lions in the Thanksgiving Day football game in Detroit on TV - this substitutes for lunch Smile

veggies and dip
fresh fruit (whatever looks good in the store on Tuesday Wink ), but I hope it will be clementines
tortilla chips and a sweet fruit salsa, a spicy hot salsa, and a quesa salsa
potato chips & French onion dip
a cracker & artisan cheese plate


dinner
10 pound turkey
stuffing
gravy
mashed potatoes with cheddar & garlic
salad
cranberry sauce
macaroni & cheese
cresent rolls
cornbread
biscuits
a vegetable side dish to be determined on what looks freshest at the store on Tuesday Wink


beverages
milk, eggnog, fruit juice, Michigan winter white wine, mead, Spanish sangria

I am sure we will drink hot chocolate, hot spiced apple cider, and hot tea throughout the day Smile



desserts
cherry mallow cake
cherry pie & cool whip
key lime pie
pink lemonaid pie
brownies
double decker chocolate & peanut butter fudge


I have already made a pink lemonaid pie as of last night, but it is already half gone, so probably none of it will be left by Thursday. Wink I might make a key lime pie ahead of time as well.
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Saturday, November 17, 2007

recent reads

Man, it was cold and rainy today. I think snow might have been warmer than that rain, because you can at least brush snow off. Rain this cold just soaks you and chills you to the bone.

I think the icy cold rain contributed to the true stench of the big football game today. Both OSU and UM stank, with OSU stinking a bit less (unfortunately).

Ah well. The big game comes once a year, and when your team stinks, what can you do other than endure it and take a hot relaxing bubble bath during the endless second half?

Well, I've been fitting in some reading in between naps the last few days...

Thunderbird Falls by C. E. Murphy is the middle book in the Walker Papers, a three book urban fantasy series that began with Urban Shaman. Joanne Walker is a Seattle police officer, and a Native American shaman with great healing powers. (She is half Irish and half Cherokee). In this book, after her spirit guide (a coyote) vanishes, Joanne accidentally releases demons into Seattle. As the big show down looms, Joanne realizes that she really does not know enough about her powers...enjoyable, and Joanne is a very likable character, despite (or perhaps because of) her flaws.

Coyote Dreams by C. E. Murphy is the third book in The Walker Papers. Officers for the Seattle police force are going to sleep and not waking up, as they are in some sort of inexplicable coma. Since there is no physical cause, police officer and shaman Joanne Walker thinks that magic might be the cause. She must find a way to wake up those asleep, and protect those who are awake. But in order to defeat the cause, Joanne must face her deepest secrets and her most hidden feelings - and must find a way to also face those feelings in the waking world, even those of having a huge crush on an unobtainable man.

Dragon's Fire by Todd Mccaffrey and Anne McCaffrey and Dragonsblood by Todd McCaffrey are being lumped into one entry, as they are simply not very good books. Some of the earlier Dragonriders of Pern book written solely by Anne, are among the classics of science fiction. This is largely because of the deep characterizations and the joy in detailing life on the planet Pern, whether in those humans who live with dragons, or those who live in the Harper Hall, making music and teaching a world. Well, those deeply developed characters and that joy is all gone now, leaving a shallow cardboard shell of a once vibrant world. Flat cardboard characters, lame recycled plot elements, and clumsy retconning are the hallmarks of these books. I will give the new author one more chance with the upcoming Dragon Harper, but if it does not get any better, I will go back to such classics as Dragon Flight and pretend these books do not exist.

Ship of Ghosts by James D. Hornfischer is a history book of the Pacific Theater in World War II. It tells the rather grim and depressing story of the USS Houston, an American warship who was sunk off of Java in a great battle, and whose surviving crew was enslaved to make railroads in Burma. It is a story of both courage and cruelty.

Murder on Astor Place is the first book in the Gaslight Mysteries by Victoria Thompson. It is set in about the year 1900 in New York City. Sarah is a midwife serving woman of all social classes. Frank Malloy is a rare uncorrupted police detective. This odd couple investigates the murder of a well born young pregnant girl in Greenwich Village, despite the fact that her scandal fearing family does not want the case investigated. Both Sarah and Frank are very likable and the mystery itself is very interesting. Really promising start to a series!

Guess Who's Coming to Die by Patricia Sprinkle is one of the Thoroughly Southern Mystery series. This one is set in small southern town, so you have to try to figure out who is related to who, and how, and how all of the characters know each other and why they interact in the ways that they do. (Ah, small town life!) You have to understand all of that to get full worth out of the plot...in this, a woman who is a judge, small business owner, wife, mother, and grandmother is the sleuth. When she is invited to join the investment group of women of the local aristocracy, she finds a murdered woman (also a member of the club) in the ladies' room. The rest of the book deals with her attempts to discover who did the dirty deed and why. You have to know all of the genetic relationships for generations, who has been or is sleeping with who, and why some women do or do not get along in their various social clubs in order to follow the judge in her investigation...

the last few days

I have been a bit under the weather the last few days. I have a cold, I am blue because I could not go visit Bill on his birthday due to the dog being so incontinent, and I've been having a bad period with a lot of cramping and back ache this month. The latter will be ending soon, thank goodness.

I've been trying to get a lot of rest so I can feel better.

I have been doing some cleaning in the house. I actually got the kitchen table cleared off, which is a minor miracle, as it is one of the greatest "junk catching" areas of the entire house. Mail and all sorts of stuff just collects there and breeds and makes even more stuff.

But now, other than a couple of cookbooks, it is all cleared off and ready to be used on Thanksgiving.

Got most of the rest of the kitchen clean, too.

Considering how I have been feeling the past few days, I am proud to get that much done!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

getting caught up with the last few days

I'm tired and, as always right after Bill goes back to school, a little down...

This weekend we had a joint celebration of both sons' birthdays. Steven turned 15 and Bill will be turning 19 later this week. So Bill came home for the weekend. The kids played video games a lot, and Dan and I worked on cleaning the house. Homemade food, plus cake and ice cream, lots of smiles - good weekend.

I was off from work today for Veterans' Day, so took the Jeep in to the dealer for its oil change, and met Dan for lunch in Ann Arbor. We had a tasty meal at a little Mexican restaurant we have not previously eaten at. The food and service were both very good, and the meal cost under ten dollars for both of us put together, which is a great price for Ann Arbor.

I am rarely home during midweek evenings, so Dan made one of my favorite dinners tonight - meatloaf and mashed potatoes. It was very nice of him to do that for me. I think he knows that I am feeling a bit blue.

This week will be strange.  I worked on Sunday, was home for Monday, will work Tuesday, then be off until next Monday. I had taken a long weekend to go visit Bill down in Indiana, but I cannot do that because the dog cannot be left alone all day. Or boarded. Or left with a pet sitter. He is just too old and incontinent and feeble. So Dan will be able to use my Jeep while he gets his truck worked on, and I will do a lot of cleaning. Yuck.

 


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Monday, November 5, 2007

recent reads (other than or since Donaldson)

I might have already typed up one or two of these, I am tired after work and my brain is a bit loopy...

Miss Parker's Ponies by Victoria Hinshaw

This is a Regency romance. Miss Caroline Parker wants nothing more than to stay in the country and breed and train her beautiful ponies. But for rather selfish reasons of her own, her mother decides to force her into a London dubutante season in hopes she will snag a rich husband. Captain Thomas Ogden was wounded in the Napolanic Wars. He is the heir to a bankrupt estate, and needs a wealthy wife. The two of them become friends and agree to check out each other's prospective suitors. But somehow each of them keep finding fault with any potential partners for the other. How can they find happiness when neither one has the financial means to marry the other? A lot of the secondary characters are simply unlikable, and the book could have used more of the charming ponies ot make up for the less than charming humans.

Worth Any Price by Lisa Kleypas is set in the early Victorian era in England. A detective is hired to track down a runaway fiance for a wealthy (and quite insane) lord. When Nick Gentry finds Miss Charlotte Howard, he decides to marry her himself rather than return her to the horrible man she fled. Many complications ensue, including interference from the spurned fiance, before the two can find happiness. Since the two main characters both have such unhappy pasts, their romance is both touching and believeable.

Mine Till Midnight by Lisa Kleypas is set in the early Victorian Age in England. Unfortunately, this book was simply not very good. It read like half of a story, or perhaps the first book of a duology, with no notes to indicate another book will be coming. Amelia Hathaway, sister to a young peer, and handsome Cam Rohan, half Gypsy, and therefore sneered at by many in their society, become involved. However, this couple did not do much for me. The couple that actually intrigued me was Amelia's sister Win, and their full blood Gypsy foster brother, Merripen. While the first couple seemed to have little other than lust, the second couple - whose story was left hanging - seemed to actually love each other by anyone's definition. Also left hanging is the mysterious connection between Cam and Merripen. And the whole story involving the rude drunken sot of Amelia's brother was just...dumb. I have read other books by this author, and this might be the rare poor one. (Unless  there is another book coming to tie up all of the loose ends).

Farthing by Jo Clayton is an alternate history set in England in the late 1940's after England made a seperate peace with Nazi Germany. The isolationist USA never entered the war on that world, so history flowed differently. The book is told in two points of view. One of them, that of Lucy Kahn, is in first person. At first, you think that Lucy is a pampered and silly litte thing, a younger daughter of a noble household. By the end, you know that Lucy has perhaps the best common sense and clear headed thinking of anyone in the story. The other point of view is in third person, and tells the events as seen by Scotland Yard Inspector Peter Carmichael, who is secretly gay. The Khans, Lucy and her Jewish husband David, have been invited to a house party at Farthing, the country estate of her parents. her parents are among the movers and shakers of British politics, and among the guests are many notables, including the man who negotiated peace with Germany after years of ruinous war. During the coure of the weekend, right before an important national election, this man (married to one of Lucy's sisters) is murdered, with obviously false evidence left behind by the killer/s to implicate a Jewish person. Throw in an assassination attempt upon Lucy and her Viscount father, and things are in an uproar. But while the mystery is interesting, the heart of the story is how a nation call fall into the evils of fascism and anti-Semitism that is both gripping and blood chilling.

Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, translated by Edith Grossman, is a story of obsessed love in Latin America in the decades surrounding the year 1900.  When very young, Florentino Ariza and Fermina Daza fall in love. But Fermina changes her mind and marries a paragon of a young and dedicated and handsome and wealthy and aristocratic doctor named Juvenal Urbino instead. While Fermina and the doctor spend more than fifty years together, many of them happy, and raise a family, Florentine obssesses over her and takes on well over 600 lovers to kill the time while he waits for her husband to die. Weird story with weird characters, but so well written that Marquez keeps you glued anyway. I think I might have enjoyed it more if I could see stalking as romantic rather than creepy...

Urban Shaman by C. E. Murphy is the first novel in a fantasy trilogy (which has been completed, YAY!). Joanne Walker is half Irish and hald Cherokee. She also works for the Seattle police department. An injury that should have been fatal releases her repressed shaman powers of healing. She begins going on vision quests where she is guided by a talking coyote. And the Celtic deities making up the mythical Wild Hunt are trying to trash her city and murder innocent people. Joanne has three days to figure out how to use her new shamanic powers to save her city and perhaps the entire world from the Wild Hunt.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

dead possum

We have had this possum living in and around our yard for awhile now.

I had always thought that possums were both very shy and nocturnal, but this one taught me differently.

I really liked to watch him walking around the yard in the middle of the day, sniffing things.

Well, as of yesterday there is a dead possum in the middle of the road right in front of our house. Road kill, of course.

I'm surprised at how sad I feel to think that it is probably "our" possum.

It's surprising how much you can come to like someone or something you do not really know. All I knew of this possum is how much I like watching it walk around. And yet, I am so sad that I cannot do so anymore.


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Saturday, November 3, 2007

the last few days

Busy few days, as usual. I am very glad that I will be getting quite a bit of time off of work this month due to holidays and vacation days.

Yesterday we went to Battle Creek for Steven to weigh in for a big wrestling tournament. We stopped off and ate at an all you can eat buffet (Old Country Buffet) in Jackson on the way home. Now then, Steven is a skinny kid - but he still ate four plates filled up with food, and one partial plate, as well as a dessert.

Last night we fell asleep to the lovely silvery howls and cries of a pack of coyotes running through the neighborhood.

Today Dan and Steven went to Battle Creek for the tournament, and I stayed home and cleaned and took care of poor old Max dog...

I have already started to think about menus for the kids' birthdays (we will celebrate both birthdays next weekend; Bill is coming home from school for the weekend just for that) and for Thanksgiving. Some things are givens; other recipes will require shopping lists and ingredients we do not usually use.

And like all Detroit Tigers fans, my heart is broken by the freak injury that has quite likely ended relief pitcher Joel Zumaya's career. He is just a big kid, and still lives with his parents and younger brother in the off season, near San Diego. The wild fires came near their home (two miles) and Zumaya was moving around boxes when a heavy box fell on his shoulder and really did a lot of damage. He required major surgery. The local paper said yesterday that no player in the history of the MLB has ever made a good comeback from shoulder damage of that nature and degree and major surgery that severe.