What are you doing today 2023

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I'm home after a pleasant morning in the bakery.

The weatherheads are now downplaying the forecast. That's worrisome because when they do that, it almost always turns out that they shouldn't have.

Usually at the slightest hint of bad winter weather, Southerners storm supermarket doors and stock up on the important stuff: beer, toilet paper, milk, candles. They weren't around this morning. Hm. We also expected customers stocking up on Super Bowl eats, but that didn't happen, either. Maybe this afternoon and evening? Maybe they'll all wait until tomorrow? Game doesn't start until 6:30 Eastern time tomorrow.

Sir assured me that New Lady will only be scheduled for 12 hours/week, either three four-hour days or two six-hour days because he doesn't want to work with her, either! LOL
 

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@Pepper I am glad to see that you have checked in with us, and are doing alright and at home, today.💐

It is totally understandable to feel grumpy, and to need time to attempt to even begin to recuperate, from the weeks of pain, and the anticipatory fears and anxiety, and then, from the procedure itself. Your body and mind cannot instantly "bounce back"....at least, I know that mine can't, from each medical trauma. Glad to see you, though.
 
Back from Historical Society,,, disappointed at how little they have to use for reference .
I will look for old county books in yard sales this year.

Not sure if my parents had one ,, someone in family did.
Sort of like a census record.
@Sliverfox , have you checked with your local library? Or, if not, the county library system? Our library has all of that data preserved going back over 100 hundred years. I recall helping someone find the census for 1870 or so.....
Perhaps it's stored digitally now. Good luck.
 
I think a truck hit me yesterday. Guess not, sure it would be much worse. I'm having difficulty dealing with all these surgeries & 'procedures' chipping away at my life. Sorry, not a happy camper, it's been rough. Today my grandson & son coming to help. Yesterday, my son was so wonderful helping me, wanting to do more, while I just wanted to be alone and miserable. I'm ashamed at my own weakness & unwillingness.

Thank you all, you're all always here.....
💐🌻🌷🌹 I hope you'll be feeling better real soon, @Pepper .
 
OMG! I saw a sNOwflake. Call out the plows and the salt trucks. Close the schools
(wait, it's Saturday), stock up on the basics (the aforementioned beer, toilet paper, milk, candles), gas up the car, fire up the generator, bring wood in for the fireplace. Charge up all your devices. Okay then. All set.
 
@StarSong You sure do throw fun parties.

Don't forget the Baked Alaska! It was a Real. Big. Deal. back in the day. Along with fondue, pasta primavera, Snapple (!), Perrier, Hamburger Helper :)sick:), quiche (DS calls it "egg pie"), and let's not forget the infamous Watergate salad!
The deal is, I turned 70 a few months ago and DH's 70th b-day is in a few weeks. Could cry alone in our beer or throw a party. Since you folks already know how much I love a party it's no surprise which way I went.

1970s theme with music and food.
Hoping people will dress up. Most can find band or concert tees, whether in their own closet or in a thrift store. Heck, I'll even break out the lava lamp!

It'll be an appetizer and dessert party.
Appetizers I'm considering:
baby quiches
Waldorf salad
stuffed mushrooms
Italian meatballs
mini calzones (not a 70s dish, but a fan favorite among friends and family)
hot crab dip with Triscuits
Lipton onion soup mix dip
Knorr vegetable soup mix spinach dip
Fritos and ruffled potato chips
cheese ball
celery sticks stuffed with something or other
crudites

Desserts:
Amaretto mousse
brownies
carrot cake

What do y'all think?
 
The deal is, I turned 70 a few months ago and DH's 70th b-day is in a few weeks. Could cry alone in our beer or throw a party. Since you folks already know how much I love a party it's no surprise which way I went.

1970s theme with music and food.
Hoping people will dress up. Most can find band or concert tees, whether in their own closet or in a thrift store. Heck, I'll even break out the lava lamp!

It'll be an appetizer and dessert party.
Appetizers I'm considering:
baby quiches
Waldorf salad
stuffed mushrooms
Italian meatballs
mini calzones (not a 70s dish, but a fan favorite among friends and family)
hot crab dip with Triscuits
Lipton onion soup mix dip
Knorr vegetable soup mix spinach dip
Fritos and ruffled potato chips
cheese ball
celery sticks stuffed with something or other
crudites

Desserts:
Amaretto mousse
brownies
carrot cake

What do y'all think?
Oh, yeah.... that all brings back memories Amaretto mousse sounds delish!
 
Chicken a la King!
Lots of canned condensed "cream of" soups.
Goulash
Peach Melba
Gelatine molds
Chiffon desserts
I might make a Jello mold if I find the time. Problem is, other than when I've been a hospital patient, I probably haven't eaten - or desired - Jello in 30 years. Nor has anyone else. It might elicit some "Wow, remember those?" comments, but can't imagine many would actually eat it.

Am trying to staying with app & dessert party foods that we served during our late teens and early twenties rather than dinner party fare or quick family dinners or those that used up leftovers.
 
I might make a Jello mold if I find the time. Problem is, other than when I've been a hospital patient, I probably haven't eaten - or desired - Jello in 30 years. Nor has anyone else. It might elicit some "Wow, remember those?" comments, but can't imagine many would actually eat it.

Am trying to staying with app & dessert party foods that we served during our late teens and early twenties rather than dinner party fare or quick family dinners or those that used up leftovers.
I know but I started reminiscing about the 70s and got out a cookbook I have from 1969. 😁
Just some of the words...melba, chiffon, a la king brought back memories.
 
...and when you think 9 million people in London alone , one of the most expensive cities in the world have to try and get by on £10 plus, an hour, it's a scandal... :confused:
Believe me, people trying to make it in Los Angeles on $16.04/hour (gross) are hard pressed to do so on a single salary.

Even in the early 70s when rents were cheap in LA, neither I nor my friends lived without roommates despite all having pretty good full-time jobs and no dependents. Managing rent, utilities, food, insurance, auto expenses, etc., on one income was already very difficult 50 years ago. Today it's virtually impossible, especially for single parents.

If I were young I'd make damned sure to use two forms of birth control at all times, especially if I lived where abortions were illegal. One oopsie could financially devastate a young woman, derailing career and other opportunities for the rest of her life.
 
Decided to expand my bubble with a tiny adventure today by taking the bus to the metro train station to go downtown to the art gallery. This was the first time I went to the metro station that is closest to my new condo, and the first time I took a bus here. There is a bus stop within the retirement community, so I hiked over to the clubhouse and got lucky that it showed up a few seconds after I located the place to wait.

The bus only took 15 minutes to get to the train station (which is awesome I think, only a couple minutes longer than google maps told me it would take to drive there). While on the train I saw that coming from the new direction (the hotel had been at the other end of the line) there was a stop that said it was for the art gallery. Sounded great...until I got off and didn't recognize anything - turned out to be a different art gallery about a half mile away from my intended goal.

It was a nice art museum, it had a section of 'self taught artists' that was art in some unusual mediums. And it had a lot of portrait painting of people who made a difference in America. A bunch of the usual politicians and generals, but also lots of early business people and early rights activists and also a portrait of some woman from the early 1900s that was a key activist in getting honest content labels on food packages.

I wore out after just the first floor, so I'll have to go back to that museum again in the future. The trip home was a little frustrating because the bus schedule was blurry at the return bound bus stop, and also because I didn't realize that another bus would have been good enough, so I waited an extra half hour out in the cold wind for the bus that comes inside the retirement community when I could have gotten on a bus that showed up right away but had an unfamiliar number, but would have had a stop just a couple hundred feet from the gate to the community. Oh well, part of the adventure!

One of the art pieces on exhibit was this room full of art which was created from aluminum foil and other odd bits and pieces:
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"...James Hampton, a self-taught African-American artist, who worked as a janitor by day and slowly built a towering throne room by night in the 1950s. Hampton spent fourteen years in a rented carriage house constructing The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations' Millennium General Assembly, or The Hampton Throne, using gold and silver foil, cardboard, and other found materials. Neither friends nor family knew about his creation until after his death, when his storage room was opened and a throne room comprised of hundreds of individually sculpted pieces was discovered. Careful instructions on how the room was to be displayed, as well as informational diagrams left in the space, helped modern museums known how to go about showcasing Hampton’s work. Besides the central throne there is an offering table and multiple alters, pyres, and crowns that comprise the full work."
 
Decided to expand my bubble with a tiny adventure today by taking the bus to the metro train station to go downtown to the art gallery. This was the first time I went to the metro station that is closest to my new condo, and the first time I took a bus here. There is a bus stop within the retirement community, so I hiked over to the clubhouse and got lucky that it showed up a few seconds after I located the place to wait.

The bus only took 15 minutes to get to the train station (which is awesome I think, only a couple minutes longer than google maps told me it would take to drive there). While on the train I saw that coming from the new direction (the hotel had been at the other end of the line) there was a stop that said it was for the art gallery. Sounded great...until I got off and didn't recognize anything - turned out to be a different art gallery about a half mile away from my intended goal.

It was a nice art museum, it had a section of 'self taught artists' that was art in some unusual mediums. And it had a lot of portrait painting of people who made a difference in America. A bunch of the usual politicians and generals, but also lots of early business people and early rights activists and also a portrait of some woman from the early 1900s that was a key activist in getting honest content labels on food packages.

I wore out after just the first floor, so I'll have to go back to that museum again in the future. The trip home was a little frustrating because the bus schedule was blurry at the return bound bus stop, and also because I didn't realize that another bus would have been good enough, so I waited an extra half hour out in the cold wind for the bus that comes inside the retirement community when I could have gotten on a bus that showed up right away but had an unfamiliar number, but would have had a stop just a couple hundred feet from the gate to the community. Oh well, part of the adventure!

One of the art pieces on exhibit was this room full of art which was created from aluminum foil and other odd bits and pieces:
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"...James Hampton, a self-taught African-American artist, who worked as a janitor by day and slowly built a towering throne room by night in the 1950s. Hampton spent fourteen years in a rented carriage house constructing The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations' Millennium General Assembly, or The Hampton Throne, using gold and silver foil, cardboard, and other found materials. Neither friends nor family knew about his creation until after his death, when his storage room was opened and a throne room comprised of hundreds of individually sculpted pieces was discovered. Careful instructions on how the room was to be displayed, as well as informational diagrams left in the space, helped modern museums known how to go about showcasing Hampton’s work. Besides the central throne there is an offering table and multiple alters, pyres, and crowns that comprise the full work."
That is absolutely astonishing. Is this in the DC area?
 
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