Cookies And Conversation

Last weekend DIL Ie sent out a group text to the family that said she was sending a snack box to each of our houses, and suggested we have a party via video chat. Several days after the original text we received an Amazon package. Inside there were seven small boxes. Can you tell what they were?

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 It was a selection of Korean Oreo products! Five of the boxes contained cookies (traditional flavor, red velvet, and strawberry) and Thins (tiramisu and vanilla mousse). The two others were Wafer Sticks (chocolate and white chocolate).

I put the box on the corner of the dining room buffet. Each time I saw it I looked forward to this afternoon, which is when we had decided to Zoom. At the appointed mid-afternoon time we received the meeting ID. While we were logging in, Son Donald arrived on his way home from work. (He's not much of a sweets guy, so we had arranged to share with Hubby Tony and me.)

Even though we text and chat with each other on a regular basis it was good to have everyone's faces in one place. I was able to see all four of the grandchildren in action, each on their family screens. The cookies were opened and I tried one out of each box. All were good. Over the course of the two hour conversation I went back for seconds on most of them. 

All of a sudden, between the sugar from all the cookies and the two cups of coffee I drank with them I started feeling not so good. I excused myself to the kitchen to whip up a quick dinner of savory oatmeal with spinach. About that time everyone decided they needed to move on with their days so we all said our goodbyes until the next time we could all be together.

Five years ago today: Very Verbose

The Unknown SMSer

When I started working for the Census Bureau in late June they gave me an official phone. I wonder who had the number before me, because ever since I brought the phone home I've gotten several junk calls per week. If I answer in a professional manner ("20202 Census. This is Kathy [Last Name]") most of the time the person doesn't say anything and after a couple of seconds hangs up.

In addition to the hang ups, there's also been automated calls offering a way to reduce my credit card debt or consolidate my student loans. For a couple of weeks someone would call and leave a voice mail about increasing my Google PageRank. One day I answered and said the number had been recycled and they stopped calling. 

 Now when the phone rings I look at the number, and if it's not one I recognize I just hit the mute button and deal with it later.

For the past two weeks I've been in between Census assignments, so the only noises the phone makes are for spam. The other day when I heard the sound telling me a text had come in it took me a minute to figure out where the sound was coming from. I opened up the app, and then had this lovely text conversation with a stranger:

 Five years ago today: Heat Begone!

Late Summer Ramblings

Labor Day has come and gone. Even though there's a couple of weeks until the official start of autumn, today I found myself getting rid of the old season and preparing for the new one

• This morning I took the clothes out of the closet that screamed summer--the strappiest of the tank tops, the white cotton pants and skirt, and the white sandals. Their time is over until nine months from now.

• After lunch I took a walk,which in mid-July heat and humidity would have been impossible. Now, the angle of the sun is lower and the rays didn't feel as strong. The late summer weedy plants were in bloom, the foxtail tops were bushy, and the bush honeysuckle berries were ripe. The first of the acorns had fallen off the trees and crunched underfoot as I walked.

• In the gardens the black-eyed Susans stood tall. I saw a patch of goldenrod and a couple of tall sunflowers. A large Russian sage plant's flowers sprawled over the sidewalk. The cicadas were buzzing in the background. A woolly bear caterpillar meandered across the sidewalk. A Monarch butterfly flitted by

• It's almost too dark to navigate in the bedroom when my alarm goes off in the morning, and dark enough to close the blinds by 7:30 in the evening. When Hubby Tony and I eat dinner we have to turn on the dining room light because there's not enough natural light to eat by.

• A sandwich board at the local Starbucks advertised pumpkin spice lattes, cold brew, and sweets. I will not be indulging.
  

Five years ago today: Cast A Cat

Pushing The Pedals

Last weekend Hubby Tony and I used our new bike rack to get across town for a nice ride. This weekend we packed our lunches, filled our water bottles, and did it again (twice)

Saturday

On Saturday we started at Tower Grove Park. a 20 minute drive to the southeast of us. When we pulled into the park there was a lot of traffic for a Farmer's Market. I parked far enough away that the congestion was gone, and we got the bikes off the rack and headed south. Our destination was the St. Louis Hills neighborhood, an area with tidy houses, lots of mature trees, and large parks. Tony had mapped out a route ahead of time, relying on a city map of bikeable streets. However, we found out that one of those streets catered more to cars than bikes; trying to cycle in that part was pretty intimidating. However, we finally made it. We rode around the neighborhood, stopped for a snack, then hit the road again.

Next, Tony's route took us to a greenway that ran east. We made a couple more turns, and when I saw the windmill vanes of the Bevo Mill restaurant I knew we were coming up on the "Little Bosnia" neighborhood. (Fun fact. Did you know that the St. Louis metropolitan area has the largest Bosnian American population and largest Bosnian population outside of Europe?)

I started dreaming about Bosnian food, but our route took us off the main drag and the road we rode on didn't have any restaurants. I decided it would be worth it to make a trip back there soon.

We meandered our way back to Tower Grove Park, where we ate our lunch at the Chinese Pavilion, one of the park's 32 pavilions (most dating from the Victorian era). After lunch we rode through the park and back to the car, ending our adventure for the day.

Back at the condo, we decided to leave the bikes on the car in case another ride was in our future.

Monday

Yesterday was filled with activities, but this morning when we rolled out of bed we decided to take advantage of the Labor Day holiday by going out on two wheels again. Today our destination was the Monarch Levee Trail in Chesterfield, which wraps around the commercial area of the city (including the world's longest strip mall) and protects it from the Missouri River.

 The first part of the trail paralleled the Interstate, but after about seven miles it turned, went under the highway, and came out on the other side. The second half was more scenic, with farmland on one side and greenery on the other.

We passed a small fenced in graveyard, which I learned was the Bayer-Kroenung Cemetery, moved to that location after a massive flood in 1993.

Find A Grave.com

At the far end of the trail we stopped and ate a snack, used the port-a-potty, and headed back. When we got to the highway, instead of turning to take the route under the road we followed the trail onto a dedicated pedestrian path on the highway bridge over the Missouri River and into St. Charles County. That trail connected with the Katy Trail, which goes three quarters of the way across the state. We were both getting tired, so we doubled back over the highway and to our car.

Back home, this time we took the bikes off the car and put them away in the storage area. I enjoyed both rides, but I'm ready to take a break from cycling for a little bit.

Five years ago today: Repairing And Healing

A Small Sign Of Normalcy

When the Catholic churches in my area opened back up in late May, one of the many things missing at the two parishes I attend regularly were the missals in the pews. Both churches offer paperback missals that contain the order of the Mass, Sunday readings for each week, music, and the daily Mass readings in outline form.

Even though I pay attention while the readings are proclaimed (the first two by the lector, and the Gospel by the deacon or priest) I absorb more by reading something than by listening. I understand that the books were removed because they were possible germ transmitters, but it was very annoying to not be able to reach over and grab one from the back of the pew and follow along.

Last week when Hubby Tony and I walked into the church narthex there were large yellow trash cans placed next to the central table that contained the removed missals. A woman standing there mentioned that we could choose one to use, take home with us, and bring back each time we came. Some of the books had covers that were pretty beaten up, but I found one that wasn't too bad and claimed it for us. On the way into the sanctuary I stopped and squirted out a large pump of hand sanitizer to ward off any possible germs that the book had picked up.  On the way out after Mass was over I squirted out another large pump to make sure my hands were germ free.

Back at home Tony brought the missal into the house, where it sat on his bookshelf until last night, where he carried it to the car and then into church. The current research seems to indicate that any germs will only survive on paper and cardboard for 24 hours, so I think we can now use the book without any worries.

Five years ago today: Please Leave It On!

What Are The Chances?

Ever since we moved at the beginning of the year I've wanted to get a new spread for the master bedroom bed. The duvet cover it's sported for a couple of years was getting shabby looking, and some of the buttonholes that closed it up were ripping.

The easy thing to do would have been to go online and have my purchase delivered. That would be the easy way. However, whenever possible I prefer to shop at thrift stores, which have an ever-changing selection of merchandise where finding something just right is a challenge. Then on top of that this spring stores were closed for almost two months. Even after they opened it took some time for me to decide to go in. Once I dipped in my shopping toe, though, in the rest of my body soon followed. Now if I'm driving by a store, and have time to visit, my car just naturally pulls into the lot.

For weeks there were no queen-sized duvet covers to be had, so I expanded my search to include comforters and bedspreads and still came up with nothing. I continued to search, and one day last week I found this quilt (which looks homemade, but bears a department store tag).

Please excuse the messy room

I liked it, but since Hubby Tony also uses the room it he had to approve it also. Thankfully he did.

The next step was to upgrade the bed skirt that hides all the things I shove under the bed. I wanted something other than white, ideally with split corners to accommodate the vintage bed frame so it doesn't wad up like the current one.

Pretty sloppy looking

The split corner style is difficult to find, so my plan was to find a sheet or some material that was the right color and sew my own. Today I left the house carrying one of the quilt shams with me for color matching. The first store I stopped at had nothing. At the second store, way down at the end of the rack I struck gold. Not just a sheet or material, but an actual queen-sized bed skirt! The color wasn't exactly right-I was looking for khaki, and it was more mossy, but for four dollars I decided to take a chance.

Here's the result

In addition to the color, I discovered there's another issue. Without the quilt overlay the split corners show part of the frame, probably as a result of converting the original double bed into a queen. I might keep my eye out for something even better. Or not.

Five years ago today: Playing The Shopping Game‏

Get Out Of The House, Get It Done, Get Home

Yesterday I pulled out my September tickler file to see what would be going on for the next 30 days. Not surprisingly there was much less activity than there would be if life was normal. Since I already knew they were cancelled I moved the sheets that reminded me of recurring volunteer commitments straight to October. (I'm guessing at the end of this month they'll go straight to November's file, but I hope I'm wrong.)

One thing I do have scheduled is an annual physical, along with blood work the doctor asked me to have done ahead of time. The blood work required me to fast. Since that also involves forgoing my morning cup of coffee I don't do it well. In order to minimize the amount of uncaffeinated time, I decided this morning I would get out of the house quickly and get it done.

This morning when the alarm went off I was really tempted to turn it off and go back to sleep. My bedroom window faces to the west. Even at the height of summer the rays didn't come in right away, but for the past few weeks it's pretty gloomy in the room when I get up. This morning the sun was behind the clouds, which made things even darker.

After I rolled out of bed I threw some water on my face, put clothes on, and brushed my teeth. In the kitchen I put my breakfast in a tote bag, filled a to-go cup with coffee, and walked out the door. The doctor had sent the request straight to the hospital's outpatient lab, which meant I didn't have to remember to bring anything but my purse and the all-important mask. Total time from feet hitting the floor to feet walking out the door was 20 minutes. (For comparison, on a normal day it takes somewhere between 90 minutes and two hours to be ready to leave.)

For the first time in months I navigated rush-hour traffic. The hospital is surrounded by multiple medical buildings, each with a lab. Yesterday I researched the hours and realized that each lab had a different start time, ranging from 6 am to 8:30 am. As I drove I mentally calculated the time it would take me to arrive so I knew which one to head for. I had no problem finding a place to park in the parking garage.

This my third visit to the facility this summer, so I knew the drill. The associate at the door screened me and gave me a sticker indicating I was safe to enter. At the lab I had to stand in the hall until someone invited me in, to complete the check-in procedure. When it was finished I was instructed to take a seat in the waiting room. Based on past experience I was ready to wait for a while, but there were only two people ahead of me; I got the blood drawn and was walking out to the parking lot twenty minutes after I entered the building.

I don't know what tasted better, the food I pulled out of the tote bag or the first sip of coffee. Both were gone before I got home.

Five years ago today: No Thank You! I Mean It.

Getting From Point A To Point B

When I bought my new vehicle last year Hubby Tony and I talked about how it would be easy to put a bike rack on it. That knowledge was never acted on. Then we started getting ready to put our house on the market, the weather turned cold, it was the holidays, we were moving, we were setting in, and then everything shut down. All of a sudden it was a year later and nothing had been done.

Eventually I completed the first step, which was having a trailer hitch installed. Then two weeks ago Tony and I decided to get serious about the project. We went to the bike department of a nearby outdoor store and purchased a rack that had a platform that folded down to hold our two bikes.

Not my vehicle, not my rack. Just a generic clipart.

Having a rack to port our bikes around means we can really expand our range of destinations. The first weekend we were able to ride on a nice trail halfway across town from us. Another time I started at a trailhead instead of cycling to and from it, so I could spend more time actually on the trail.

This morning after breakfast we attached the bikes to the back of the car and drove to a 'rails to trails' greenway (which means it was converted from railroad to paved path) 10 miles away. The path ran next to a highway, crossed several streets, and was flat and easy. However, it was shorter than we thought, so when we reached the end we doubled back and exited at the first opportunity. We tooled around the area, and when we realized we were just a couple of miles from Son Donald's I called and said we were stopping by for a visit.

Fifteen minutes later we pulled up in front of his house, where he was sitting on the front porch. We had a nice socially-distanced chat, then got back on our bikes and rode back to the trailhead where the car was waiting. Our total biking distance was about 14 miles (which is nothing for an experienced cyclist), but about average for us.

Back at home we stabled the bikes back in the storage area until the next time we're ready to ride again.

Five years ago today: Can This Be Reused?

A Little Church Humor

Why Go to Church?

One Sunday morning, a mother went in to wake her son and tell him it was time to get ready for church, to which he replied, "I'm not going."

"Why not?" she asked.

I'll give you two good reasons," he said. "(1), they don't like me, and (2), I don't like them."

His mother replied, "I'll give you two good reasons why you SHOULD go to church: (1) You're 49 years old, and (2) you're the pastor!"

The Picnic

A Jewish Rabbi and a Catholic Priest met at the town's annual 4th of July picnic. Old friends, they began their usual banter.

"This baked ham is really delicious," the priest teased the rabbi. "You really ought to try it. I know it's against your religion, but I can't understand why such a wonderful food should be forbidden! You don't know what you're missing. You just haven't lived until you've tried Mrs. Hall's prized Virginia Baked Ham. Tell me, Rabbi, when are you going to break down and try it?"

The rabbi looked at the priest with a big grin, and said, "At your wedding."

The Best Way to Pray

A priest, a minister and a guru sat discussing the best positions for prayer, while a telephone repairman worked nearby.

"Kneeling is definitely the best way to pray," the priest said.

"No," said the minister. "I get the best results standing with my hands outstretched to Heaven."

"You're both wrong," the guru said. "The most effective prayer position is lying down on the floor."

The repairman could contain himself no longer. "Hey, fellas," he interrupted. "The best prayin' I ever did was when I was hangin' upside down from a telephone pole."

Five years ago today: How To Plank

My Kind Of Meeting!

One of my acquaintances is in charge of assigning people to breakout groups at an upcoming convention. Tonight I received an email from him with an invitation to a FAKE Zoom meeting THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN.

As with other Zoom invitations I've received this one had a link to register. The registration form wanted to know my name and email address, then asked me to answer four questions by choosing one of three answers from each drop-down list. The questions were:

• Which Gene Tierney film would you like to see?

• Which Barbara Stanwyck film would you like to see?

• Which Humphrey Bogart film would you like to see?

• Which Alfred Hitchcock film would you like to see?

The email told me that after I registered I would not receive a confirmation email containing information about joining the meeting, and wouldn't have to do anything else.

Five years ago today: Vacay 2015--Another Day, Another City, Another Country.