Mates

I was visiting at Dr. D’s and saw a link to a post by Dominatrix at the Tower of Babel. She was writing about the difficulty a successful working woman has in finding a husband. She’s figured out that she needs to find a self-confident man who won’t be threatened by her success. Do you have a list of requirements in a mate?
When I was a kid, I expected that I would marry tall & dark, and if he was also handsome, that was a bonus. I come from a very tall family, and Dad had black hair, so my expectations came from what I knew. When I married the first time, my husband was just two inches taller than I, and his light brown hair was already disappearing. Our marriage didn’t fail because he didn’t meet my girlish expectations; it failed because we were unable to communicate.
So…..should I have had a grocery list of what I was shopping for in a mate? Should I have determined his fiscal responsibility, his five and ten year plans, his vocation and avocations, religion, education, family? What about his ability to speak to me of hopes and fears, his health, or his plans for children? What about sex….does he have fetishes, or is he so conservative that we will die of boredom?? Can he allow me freedom, or is he jealous or manipulative?
I think you have to whittle your list down to the items that you can’t live without, because it’s unlikely you will find your dream man. If you find that he has some of the “extras,” so much the better. My advice to you is that you shouldn’t assume a mate will compromise with you, or change to suit your wishes or needs. If you can’t find the right man where you live, then expand your search area. If you are willing to move, then consider looking for a mate on-line. I know an incredible number of couples who met on-line, and I’m beginning to think the anonymity we have as we first chat may be a healthy thing. We talk about things in depth that it would take much longer to get to face to face.
When I was divorced, I swore I wouldn’t marry again. It took three years before DH caught my attention, and what caught me was his sense of humor.
Who knew??? Add it to your list of essential qualities! *S*

I’m Exhausted

For the past month, every other word out of my mouth has been “wedding.” It’s not even MY wedding, and I’m overloaded with chores in preparation. Thank GOD for my sister, who kindly invited my mother to visit her for a week. We’ve been busy doing fourteen years of Spring cleaning while she was away.
My stepdaughter is getting married in ten days. Her wedding is at noon and the reception is not until 5:00, so we are opening our home to out of town guests for the afternoon. There is NOTHING like having strangers coming to your home to make you look at it critically. I made a three page list of chores to do, have added most of a fourth page, and have slowly been working through them. I got to the gardens yesterday and today.
You know, before you go out and weed and plant your gardens, you really should exercise for a few months! I weeded yesterday for almost three hours and another two hours today, and I can feel muscles I never knew existed! The up side of all this work is that where I’ve worked it looks beautiful! The iris are just starting to open, and they should make quite a display for the wedding. I’ve mulched and planted about a third of the new plants, and most of the containers have been filled. I have the rest of the plants to set in, and a lot of mulching to do.
I finally realized today that I could only do so much. If I don’t get everything on my list done, that’s okay. I don’t want to go to the wedding worrying about what people will think of my home, but enough is enough!
By next week, I should be in great shape, but I need my bed…….NOW! I hope you all have a great week. I’ll catch you later.

Bye-bye Buffy

Boooooooooo Hoooooooooo
Buffy the Vampire Slayer is coming to an end. Not that I watched it or anything…..
Here are 10 one liners we won’t forget, courtesy of the Chicago Tribune, Arts & Entertainment Section, Sunday, May 18, 2003:
1. “Comfy? I’m chained in a bathtub drinkin’ pig’s blood from a novelty mug. Doesn’t rank huge in the Zagat’s guide.” –Spike
2. “She just left. She didn’t even care enough to cut off my head or set me on fire. I mean, is that too much to ask? You know? Some little sign that she cared?”–Spike
3. “We’re drawing up a plan for world domination. The key element? Coffemakers that think.”–Riley
4. “Testosterone is a great equalizer. It turns all men into morons.”–Giles (THIS IS MY PERSONAL FAV!)
5. “You’re not, by any chance, betraying your secret identity just to impress, um, cute boys, are you?”–Giles
6. “We can’t run. That would be wrong. Could we hide?”–Willow
7. “Why go to all the trouble to dig up three girls only to chop them up and throw them away? It doesn’t make any sense. Especially from a time management standpoint.”–Buffy
8. “You don’t just sneak up on people in a graveyard. You make a noise when you walk. You…stomp. Or yodel.”–Buffy
9. “Eww! Why is it that every conversation you poeple have has the word ‘corpse’ in it?–Cordelia
10. “I don’t like vampires. I’m going to take a stand and say they are not good.”–Xander
There you have it…..the highlights of seven years of screen time! Kinda makes you wonder how they became a cult favorite.
I suppose this is the appropriate place to tell how I came to be called “Buffy.” About four years ago I decided that I was going to enter the life of on-line chatting. The very first obstacle I faced was the need for a nickname to get into the chatroom. You got it……in the background “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” was playing, and I borrowed her name. At the time it seemed reasonable. I had no idea that so many people would come to know me as “Buffy.” I am as unlike Sarah Michelle Gellar as a woman could be, but she provided a lot of cover, and some very stupid one liners, during my chatting days. I finally got tired of the masquerade and fessed up to being a “mature suburban matron” *G* but the name stuck. I truly envy those of you who are quick witted and can come up with repartee for every situation. Maybe if I associate with you a little of it will rub off. Until then…..”Hi! I’m Buffy!”

My Name is Buffy and I’m a Boat Widow

Yep……today’s the day. Fred toodled off with the Arrr!!! Anyone who is driving on the Eisenhower in Chicago….please wave as he goes by. He’s the one towing a 32′ sailboat.
Fred is addicted to water. I don’t know where this came from, since we have lived our lives in a (mostly) land locked state. I always thought he was destined to be a pilot, and I would have been THRILLED to go flying with him. Somewhere he took a 180 degree turn and ended up a sailor instead. I wouldn’t mind it if I didn’t get violently ill every time I get on the boat.
We’ve tried every remedy known to man: Dramamine, Bonine, pressure strips for the wrist, ginger cookies and ginger tablets, ad nauseum (literally!). And nothing works. I suspect part of it has to do with the roughness of the harbor, and part of it is that the risks my free spirited husband takes scare me to death.
Soooo…each summer I become a boat widow. From today, May 17th to October 15th, he will be gone almost every Saturday and Sunday, off sailing Lake Michigan. This year, though, we have claimed two of his very early sailing days. On June 8th he has agreed to accompany me in the Walter Payton 5k Fitness Walk. And May 31st his only daughter is getting married. He asked her if he could wear his boat clothes to the wedding…… She didn’t smile.
During the early and late stages of my widowhood I do all sorts of things out doors. There’s an antique fair I love to visit, and the Gold Coast Art fair is fun. I do a lot of gardening, and try to get in some walking. I make plans to visit friends for lunch or brunch, and I make short trips. But when we get to mid July and August, I hibernate in my home. It’s too HOT to go out!
I’m collecting books for the summer reading session, and looking for cool recipes for meals. You’ll find me here, wondering where everyone else is. Come by and visit, ya hear??

Worms! Ewwwwwwwww!

Did you ever have to dissect something in biology class? As I recall, we had to cut up dead worms. Our biology teacher should NEVER have been allowed near kids. He took pleasure in making the weakest of us squirm and was vindictive and sarcastic. He managed to rise to the level of Principal, so he could affect larger numbers of students. 🙁 I suppose that we were lucky that we only had to work on worms. If we had had to cut up a frog, I would have been kicked out of school for refusing to do it.
I was pondering just why we need to disect things. I realize that the hope is that we will understand more thoroughly with a first hand experience, rather than merely reading about it. But most of us aren’t ever going to see the inside of a worm again. The closest most of us get to frogs once we leave school, will be running them over with the car. So, WHY do we waste so many days playing with sharp knives?
It occured to me that I might have been able to protest having to disect anything. Of course, that wasn’t done in the middle ages, but if I had been pushed into cutting up a frog, I might have tried it. I wonder if a kid has done just that somewhere, creating a precident?
We could accomplish the same learning experience with latex models which could be assembled and disassembled. Since the models are reusible, the cost for class supplies would go down. The knives could be kept locked away and the school’s insurance bill would go down. And, consciencious objectors would have nothing to complain about!
I vote that disection be limited to science and medical classes and butchers, and not required of high school students.

Books I’ve Started….

Don’t you just hate it when you’ve started a book and something interrupts you and you don’t get to finish it? Normally I pick up a book and read it straight through cover to cover, sometimes in one day. Of course, I’m wrecked the next day if I’ve been reading into the wee hours, but some books you just can’t put down. There are three books that I’ve started, that I really want to finish, that I won’t be able to get to for three or four weeks.
The first is a book that was widely popular a number of years ago: “Tuesdays With Morrie.” I’ve started it, and I know the basic arc of the book, but I set it aside, claiming that Christmas was demanding my time. I don’t handle death and dying as well as I’d like, and I know there are great lessons to be learned from this book, so once the wedding is over this will be the next book up.
One of my nieces is always reading. She keeps an eye on what the book clubs are discussing and what the best sellers are, and occasionally she will give me a book. Since she knows that I traditionally read trash, she gave me something more enlightening: “The Red Tent” by Anita Diamant. The novel is the story of the Biblical character Dinah. I’ve read more than half the book. I set it down at the point where Dinah’s father is going to send her life in a totally unexpected direction. The Boston Globe said of this book: “An intense, vivid novel…It is tempting to say that The Red Tent is what the Bible would be like if it had been written by women, but only Diamant could have given it such sweep and grace.” Diamant has done a superb job of showing us what life in those times must have been like.
The last book I need to finish is “Under The Tuscan Sun” by Frances Mayes. Mayes and her husband purchased a Tuscan villa and renovated it over several summers. The book is based on her journals, and begins with the search for the right villa, and carries us through the vagaries of construction, permits, and contractors to the point where they are able to welcome friends to their summer home. It’s packed with descriptions of the local food, and in some places feels like a travelog. The heat of the day, the frustration of getting good help, and the incredible textures of Italian food all pour out of this book. It’s the perfect volume to pick up on a chilly, rainy day.
There’s one more book I haven’t read, but I hope to pick up today. It’s called “A Round Heeled Woman: My Late-Life Adventures in Sex and Romance,” by Jane Juska. The author placed this ad in a personals column: “Before I turn 67–next March–I would like to have a lot of sex with a man I like. If you want to talk first, Trollope works for me.” This Midwestern English teacher had endured an unsatisfying marriage and become a single, mostly celibate, mom, and wanted to experience the pleasure of touching before her life ebbed away. I’m interested in the courage it took to pursue this passion, and the story of how she chose the men who played a feature role in her life. My understanding is that she made love to men in a range of ages and that the unifying factor was that almost all of them wanted the same kindness in a relationship that she was hoping to find. There were cads and selfish men, but the majority were gentle men reaching out to make a connection and break the bonds of loneliness. I’ll have to let you know if the book lives up to my expectations. *S*
So…..have you read any good books lately??

Farmer’s Tomato Pie

This is an absolutely perfect recipe for when the tomatoes are warm and ripe. Plant some tomatoes now, and surround them with some basil, and you can grow some of the ingredients in your own garden!
Farmer

Wedding Rings

I’ve been thinking about wedding rings lately. I’ve been married twice, so I have a spare. When I was divorced, I chose to put mine away. I know that some women throw them away, some pawn them, and some have them reset. I didn’t reset mine because even reset, it would have reminded me of times I prefer to put behind me. Besides, that diamond had already been reset once. My ex took the diamond from a previous engagement and reset it for me. Enough is enough.
I was surfing, looking to see how other women (and men) had responded to this issue. You might enjoy this collection of replies to Dear Prudie.
When DH proposed to me, we went to my-sister-the-jeweler to order rings. I picked out a setting and she went to Chicago to get diamonds on consignment. She and her employees chose the diamond and had it set. When DH slipped the ring on my finger, I realized that my sister had put the diamond in the setting SHE liked, not in the one I chose. What the heck! The ring is beautiful. I refused to take it off. Besides, it gives me something to rib her about. She’ll be glad when my memory goes! lol
So…..did you throw yours into the ocean, or have it reset for a daughter? Did you melt it down and make a pendant out of it, or pawn it to fund a good time? Or have you been blessed and not had to think about this?

White Wine Onion Soup

This is for Desiree.
White Wine Onion Soup
1/4 cup butter
6 cups sliced Bermuda onions
1 clove garlic, minced
1 teaspoon sugar
2 Tablespoons flour
5 3/4 cups chicken broth
1/4 cup beef broth
2 cups dry white wine
Melt the butter in a large heavy saucepan over low heat. Add onion and garlic and stir to coat. Cover and cook 20 minutes, stirring occasionally. Sprinkle with sugar, increase the heat to medium and cook uncovered until onion is a deep amber color, about 30 minutes, stirring frequently. Reduce heat to low, blend in flour, and stir 3 minutes. Add broths and wine. Increase the heat and bring to a boil, stirring constantly. Reduce heat to low, cover partially and simmer the soup for 20 minutes. Season with freshly ground black pepper.
Ladle into heated bowls and top with 2 slices of Gruyere Garlic Toast. Serve immediately. Serves 6.
Gruyere Garlic Toast
10 ounce loaf French bread
1 to 2 cloves of garlic, halved
3 Tablespoons olive oil
1/2 pound sliced Gruyere cheese
Preheat the oven 425 degrees. Arrange the bread, cut into 1/2 inch slices in a single layer on a baking sheet. Bake, turning once, until crisp and golden, about five minutes per side. (Can be prepared up to 1 day ahead to this point. Cool completely and store in an airtight containter.)
About 15 minutes before the soup is ready, preheat the oven to 425 degrees. Line baking sheets with foil. Arrange toast on prepared baking sheets. Rub surface of toast with cut side of garlic cloves. Drizzle with olive oil. Top with Gruyere. Bake until the cheese is lightly browned, 5-7 minutes. Serve immediately.
For stronger flavor, use 1/3 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese instead of Gruyere. Sprinkle the cheese evenly over each slice of toast before second baking.
Notes: We prefer to reverse the amounts of beef and chicken broth, so that we use 5 3/4 cups of beef broth in our soup. If the soup is too strong to your taste, or you need to stretch it, you can add water. You can choose any white wine that you care to drink for this soup. Each type will give the soup a slightly different flavor. Personally, I don’t care for chardonnay, so I don’t put it in my soup.
Oven conversions for UK readers.
Thanks to my youngest sis for this recipe!