Sunday Musings . . .

I think, actually, I should just call this a procrastination post.


You know.


One of those, "oh, I'll do that in just a little bit,"  or "well, I need to do this and this and that and this and that and then I'll do the important, but hard, thing."


I should be writing.


I had a few days where I was doing that so well!  SO, well!   wow.


But now I'm having a couple days of not doing quite so well.

But.


It'll come.


I know it will.


But.


It's frustrating.


But  -  

I had a pretty good week - how 'bout y'all?


I worked at Pam and Jerry's a few days potting plants, labeling plants, staking plants, taking pictures of plants and just enjoying where I was and who I was with.  All for the upcoming Watauga County Annual Community Plant Sale.



Let's see.  What else did I do?



hmmm - got a manicure.


I met my former boss, Dr. Ostwalt a/k/a "Ozzie" for coffee one morning.

I took a couple of on-line photography lessons in the class I'm taking with Shaw Academy.


I shopped.  Mostly I shopped for Donald.  The man hates doing that, but we're going to be doing some traveling this summer, including my 50th high school reunion, so it was time for the boy to have some new clothes.


I also shopped for myself.  For new bras.  Lemme tell you - that is a pain!  Well, you already know that.  Well.  Some of you do.


It was so frustrating that I wrote about it.  That's what I'll be chatting about next Sunday at Jungle Red.  Shopping.  Usually a fun thing - but not always . . . .


Prince died this week.  You knew that.  Sad.  I was not one of the legions of fans who loved him and his work and was not, truth be told, very familiar with it.  But it's heartbreaking. 

This has been a very tough year with losing so many talented, creative, people.  The list is an unusually long one, I think.  There was an article, however, that explained it in the most basic manner.  We (me/baby boomers) are getting older.  We're beginning to die.  The musicians we've grown up loving are in this category with us - or older.  I can't even bear the thought, but next year and the next and on forward will only bring more of the same.


On the other side of that coin, Barbra Steisand's birthday is today.  She's 74.  Seventy-four.  Wow.  That's hard for me to believe.

So let's listen to her.  She is, I think, phenomenal.





And now. Now I'm going to go write - really . . .

Let's bring a little sanity and respect back to North Carolina

"This is an actual photo (via WRAL) of Gov. McCrory being told that the 4th Circuit Court of Appeals just ruled that transgender people do in fact deserve equal rights protection. 

This is the face of a man who just found out that he cost his state billions in Title IX funding."

Looking kinda beat up isn't he? 

Wish I could say I was sorry about that. 

He has ruined lives with his selfish stance on health care in this state. Destroyed education. Has made some great strides in destroying our environment and would like to do more. Made North Carolina look like a state of fools and bigots. 

He is trying to ruin even more lives with HB2. 

He's allowed himself, I believe, to be manipulated by the money men who hold his strings while lining his own pockets. In my most humble opinion, he's arrogant. He's a liar. He's weak. He disgusts me.

There is one thing I can say for Pat McCrory. He and his ilk have moved me to finally stop just talking, whining and ranting about politics and actually DO something. So off I go most days now to help the amazing politically active Jerry and Pamela Williamson. They are a force, I mean a FORCE, behind Democrats in this county and in this entire state. I don't know how many years the Watauga County Annual Community Plant Sale has been going on - about a dozen, I think -  but it's an amazing event which raises money (a lot of money) for Watauga County Democrats. 

Check it out - https://www.facebook.com/wataugaplants

In case you're thinking "plant sale" as some little front yard venture that might bring in a couple hundred dollars - think again.

Here's a few pics I've been taking as we've been working - and the sale itself doesn't happen until June 11.

There are new plants arriving every day - but here's where we are now . . .

Selling plants, one at a time, to help elect local grassroots democrats and work our way up.

We want our state back!

The North Carolina you've been seeing and reading about in the news lately is NOT who we are!

Mark your calendars for Saturday, June 11.

7 A.M. - 2 P.M.

375 Old 421 S

Boone, NC

Sorry  -  No early sales.

All proceeds benefit the Watauga County Democratic Party.

I'll keep you posted, so continue watching!

My Week

I can't even begin to tell you how much I love being able to call my time my own.

I don't think there's anyone on God's green earth who loves being retired more than I.  I think, truly, I was born to be a retired person.

Some days I'm very productive.

Some days I'm a slug.

And do not have to look for approval, or ask forgiveness from a single living soul for either of those things.


Ha!


I made myself promises when I retired.  I promised to stretch my wings.  Try new things.  Do the things I've wanted to do, but always said I didn't have enough time to do.

Actually, while time was a factor, I'm also of the mind that if there's something you "really" want to do, you will find the time, or make the time, to do it.

I was having dinner with some friends one evening several years back before I retired and we were each sharing what we had been doing since we had last been together.  I remember, fairly vividly, one of the women rolling her eyes and saying to me, "Wow.  I wish I had all the free time you seem to have.  It's all I can do to work and keep the house clean and take care of my husband."  

I balked.

And I tried, truly, to keep my mouth shut.

But . . .

Well, you know . . .

Keeping my mouth shut isn't always something I do well.

Rarely, actually.

So, I said just what I've said here - "If you really want to do something, you're always able to find the time.  As far as those other things, maybe I do them more efficiently, or perhaps my husband is more capable of taking care of himself.  Whatever."

She took offense.

She responded, I listened.

I responded, she fumed.

And I asked, "WHY is it okay that you're offended, but not okay that I'M offended?"

I don't recall ever getting an answer to that question, although, to my mind, she clearly implied there were important things I was just not doing.



Why I told that story has become unclear . . .   LOL!!!

Back to my point - I love being retired.


This week is a perfect example of exactly what I love about it.


It's been a bit of a hodge-podge of doing many of the things I am now enjoying doing.


I have, some mornings, slept late because I stayed up really late reading the evening before - really late.  2 a.m. late.  I've discovered J.D. Robb's "In Death" series and am over the moon in love with them.  Eve and Roark are worthy of having all the fans they've collected and all the analysis pieces that have been written about them.  If, like me, you're late to the game - I encourage you to give them a try.  You probably know J.D. Robb is a name Nora Roberts writes under.  Expect the same things in this series that you already love.

I have, some mornings. gotten up super early.

Small things, I know.  But lovely.

Sleep late, or up in time to watch the sun rise.


My choice.


Lovely, indeed.


So, I've been reading.


I have gone to the gym a couple of times.


I've been helping out with the Watauga County Annual Community Plant Sale which helps raise money every year for the Watauga County Democratic Party.

I've taken a couple of lessons in my on-line photography course from Shaw Academy.


And I've been writing.

(and yes, the house is clean - well, fairly clean.  and yes, husband is fine fine fine)


And the writing is going well.  Yay!


That's not always the case, of course.

But - since seeing Anne Lamott at Lenoir-Rhyne, and then listening to Pam Stack interview James Anderson on her Blog Talk Radio Show, I got inspired and motivated and ready to write.


Luckily, since I'm an indie writer, I am able to write when I feel like it.  I don't have to feel pushed by deadlines.  I can choose and mold my words until they're what I know I'm looking for and am happy with.

However.

It also means I can procrastinate - and, I admit, that is not such a good thing.


But.  That's another topic for another day.


Right now, I'm writing and I'm writing well.


Not fast.


Never fast.


Writing is not something I'm able to do quickly.


But just doing it feels great.  Right now.

Cross your fingers for me that it feels good and remains on the "fun" side of things for awhile.

At the very least, until I get the first draft finished.

That's my immediate goal - getting that terrible awful shitty first draft finished.

I seem to have trouble remembering some very important words from Sir Terry Pratchett -

But, I won't be writing all day.

There's Facebook.  Addictive.  Lovely.  Awful.  Fun.  Horrible.  Facebook.  I love it.

AND -

I have to make a salad.

Tomorrow is the Watauga Democratic Convention.  And before the convention starts, attendees are having a potluck lunch.  

How fun is that?

I'm planning on taking my Hungarian Cucumber Salad.

Want the recipe?

Okay!

Here 'tis - I'm making more than this recipe calls for, but I'll just play around with the amounts as I fix it.

Hungarian Cucumber Salad

(Makes about 6 servings; this recipe is adapted from the traditional recipe in The Art of Hungarian Cooking)

Salad Ingredients:
2 English cucumbers or 3-4 fresh garden cucumbers (cucumbers with small seeds are best for this)
2 tsp. fine table salt (for drawing the water out of the cucumbers)
extra sour cream and paprika, for serving

Dressing Ingredients:
2 garlic cloves, finely minced (more or less to taste)
1/4 cup white wine vinegar (any mild vinegar can be used, but don't use a sweet vinegar)
1/2 - 1 tsp. sweet paprika, to taste
1/4 cup sour cream
2 T olive oil
fresh ground black pepper to taste

Instructions:
Peel the cucumbers, slice cucumber into thin slices.

Put the sliced cucumbers into a bowl and sprinkle with table salt.  Toss until they're well covered. Let cucumbers sit and release their liquid for at least 15-20 minutes.

While cucumbers are sitting, make the dressing. Finely chop 2 cloves of garlic. Whisk together the minced garlic, vinegar, sweet paprika, sour cream, and oil. Season the dressing with freshly ground black pepper to taste.

After cucumbers have been sitting for 15-20 minutes to release the liquid, put them into a colander and let the liquid drain off. Then put a small plate over the cucumbers in the colander and gently press down to squeeze off as much liquid as you can. (You can also put cucumbers inside a clean dish towel and gently squeeze to remove the liquid.) Blot cucumbers dry with a paper towel.

Put cucumbers back in a dry bowl. Add the dressing mixture and gently combine. This salad is best when it sits for at least 30 minutes before serving to let the flavors combine. Serve with additional sour cream and paprika to add to the salad at the table if desired.