Memories: Don’t Talk Back: I was blessed by loving parents who I adored, but alas, as I became a teenager, I started “rebelling” only so lightly. One morning, mom, dad, and I were working in the backyard, and mom asked me a question. I back-talked her, and dad overheard what I said (I don’t even remember what I said now!). He told me in no uncertain terms that my response was unacceptable. He pointed to our lemon tree and said, “go hear of a “switch.” A switch I knew was a long piece of branch.
Some parents decide to make cutting a switch an additional form of punishment for a child by requiring the disobedient child to cut their switch; that was my dad, so he must have had some previous knowledge of the process; no, I never asked!
I returned with the switch, and he said: “bend over.” He whacked my butt with that switch, which stung, but that was not the real problem. On the second wack, his watch, given to him by the company for twenty-five years of service, slid down his arm, over his hand, and proceeded to merrily go bouncing down the concrete walk directly into a block wall. Big Oops!
Stuck in my mind to this day is mom saying, “I love you, son, now run for your life!! Come back in an hour!”. I shot out of that backyard like a rocket ship, even though I knew dad could not run. There were scorch marks on the concrete where my tennis shoes dug in as I twisted and turned to avoid the cars parked in the driveway.
I returned about an hour later and checked in with mom; she said it was safe and that only the crystal on the watch had been damaged. Another great lesson, I do NOT talk back to ANYONE!
Mom and dad were the greatest!
Mary, Colleen, and I were up by 6:30 AM, had our coffee, and checked in on Scout, The Wonder Dog. Coffee is a must, and I love it when the coffee kicks in and I realize what an adorable badass I will be today. Or, as Mary says, “All things are possible with coffee and mascara.”
We made plans for today, which included meeting with the refrigerator repair man and the decorator, having a Persian lunch, and doing our toenails!
So, our new LG refrigerator has been making noise for a month, and finally, we got someone to look at the problem. He listened and decided it was the back housing of the frig that had come too close to the condenser fan, so he moved the frig away from the wall, said some incantations, found a small hammer, and let fly. The sound disappeared! It was magic. $90 for the visit and the “repair,” and we are back to a soundless frig!
Next, our decorator and a long-time friend came over with some samples. I should have begun to worry when she showed up with a guide dog and a cane.
We are having the benches in the upstairs ballroom covered with hard foam seats so people can sit there comfortably. She also brought sample materials for a “dust ruffle” under the bed. Is it supposed to a) hide the dust or b) keep it from accumulating? Something to ponder.
She also suggested changes to our living and dining room couches; we plan to go shopping while Colleen is here!
We decided to take Colleen for Persian food, and she was a little skeptical after our last suggestion of Indian food. We went to Dayra in South Coast Plaza, where Colleen dined on a Chicken Shish Kebab (Thick chunks of charbroiled chicken breast marinated in our special sauce with bell peppers, onions, and tomato.).
I had the regular Shish Kebab (charbroiled juicy large chunks of filet mignon marinated, skewered with onions, tomatoes, and green peppers.)
Mary was the smart one and had Ash Reshteh (Persian soup: fresh vegetables, noodles, pinto beans, Kashk (whey) flavored with sautéed garlic and mint) with some Tabauli (Chopped parsley, onions, and tomato).
We enjoyed our visit, and Colleen was no longer afraid of Persian food. The three of us enjoyed each other’s company; a delightful lunch it was. The people in the restaurant are Iranian and love our country, and we see several “Free Iran” stickers everywhere.
It was 1:45 PM, and Mary made the call! At 2:15 PM, we needed to be in Orange to get our pedicure; yes, Paul joined the ladies for the monthly pedicure! We jumped in the Silver Fox, and away with us, we went. As I always say, “If you’re in control, you’re not going fast enough.”
We returned home and were getting ready for tonight’s dinner when Jan called and wanted us to meet her youngest son and family! She wanted to show them how close we were, so we dropped everything and rushed over.
Jan wanted a picture of her support group!
We only stayed a few minutes and then headed home to dinner, where fondue was on the menu! Mary did the bread; I chopped up the cheese, and Colleen set the table; it was a family affair!
We dunked bread plus apples and things from the garden. The cauliflower was my favorite (because it held more cheese).
After these three “shorts,” we decided to go to the local community college and take classes in how to eat fondue! CAUTION: The following is NOT recommended for the squeamish!
The belch and burps have been removed to protect the innocent!
The off-camera “plop” sound is cheese hitting the plate are 32 feet per second. It sounded something like “whoomp!” Mary is so talented at this she made the cheese do a double reverse backflip as it smashed into the plate.
After dinner, we all crashed as Colleen had a hair appointment at 7:00 AM in Tustin, and we had a serious day of puttering around the house!
We got a text from Irene, who is in the Long Beach Hospital with a bladder infection. As soon as she gets to a room, we will visit.