Saturday, May 27, 2017

Now I have a beautiful garden

Guilermo was due at noon today to garden. He called to say he was on his way and arrived around 11 which was fine with me. He brought a helper. They did a beautiful job, and I couldn't be happier. Really. I was thinking how great it is to have someone show up, do what they're supposed to do in a way that pleases me. He even took all the empty containers/garbage with him. He even brought his own broom and swept. I'll post photos tomorrow.

Friday, May 26, 2017

News Flash: My sister and I are related!

I had given my sister and her husband DNA kits from ancestry.com for Christmas and they just now got the results. On my sister's, it told her that she was related to me (since I'm in their DNA datapool). I didn't have any doubt, of course, but it's fascinating to me that science can determine that.

Meanwhile her husband was adopted and he didn't have any surprises either...but it's interesting to know from whence you sprang.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Q&A on Words

Barbara has her PhD in linguistics so when a word question comes up, such as today, I ask her.

My question:

in regard to the montana incident, I saw a tweet that said something like "he really wailed on that guy" and I thought no, it's WALED and no definitions meaning "beat up" or "walloped" appeared for either spelling... then I checked WHALED and that wasn't it either.
 
do you know which one it is?

Her answer:

In my trusty Webster's 2nd, "whale" can mean to thrash, and it gives "wale" as another spelling -- maybe because when you lash someone with a whip, you make stripes on them that look like wide wale corduroy.  To me, saying "he really whaled/waled on that guy"  can also be just extremely screaming at someone, doesn't have to be physical.   I think it might be cognate with welt, too.

"Buffalo Babies"

That was the subject line of the first email I opened this morning... scanned the list and I picked that one. We all have different commutes to work. Marilyn came this morning (late) because she was stuck on the subway for an hour not moving... due to a fight where the police were called... luckily she had a seat -- others were standing and we were able to communicate so I knew of the delay.

But on the brighter side of commuting... this is from a friend in Denver who wrote me:

Every morning on my way to work I take a little detour through a small mountain park we have near the house. I call it my "serenity drive" and I've been doing it every morning for years - as it kind of clears my head before diving into the craziness of the day.

This morning, the buffalo herd was down from their winter pasture, and they had a raft of new babies. They were so cute and peaceful - and thought you might enjoy seeing them too.







Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Arrived in the Mail

After seeing Martin Short on TV recently, I went to Amazon and bought a used copy of his memoirs called "I Must Say" -- after his Ed Grimley character. I read the first few pages where he talks about how Ed came to be. When he and his wife had a fight, she would ask to speak to Ed who was the kinder, wiser version of Martin. He would talk to her as Ed and they'd sort out their problem and the character built from there. It was a very sweet story.

The other surprising thing is when I opened the book, it's autographed by Martin. There is a bookplate in there with his signature on it... all that from a used Amazon copy! I bet no one noticed.


Monday, May 22, 2017

Trying (successfully) to make me jealous

Those two mean girls, Fran and Mary, felt obliged to make me jealous by bragging about their beauty routine followed by Red Lobster. God, do I want a lobster taco!

Fran says:

Not only are we beautiful with plucked eyebrows lips and chins, but we are at Red Lobster. I'm now trying to snatch a  warm cheddar biscuit from Mary, who obviously plans to eat all of them before her lobster taco lunch..


So far, so good

Guillermo the gardener was due here at 11-30. He called at 11:32 to say he was on his way and would be there in 10 minutes, which he was. He checked everything out, gave me a reasonable quote, asked me if there were any colors I didn't want (orange -- I tend to go for pinks and purples) and he's coming back on Saturday at noon to do the job.

No word from gardener #1.