Have you seen the muffin pan?

Over Xmas, I was going to make cauliflower pizza cups, but I had packed away all of our muffin pans and couldn’t find them in the bins in the basement. I found them when de-decorating, but decided to toss out all the old, icky muffin pans that we had “inherited,” and buy 2 new ones: a mini muffin pan and a regular size one. (For us much as we make muffins, these were plenty.) Then, two weeks ago, I planned to make gluten free popovers and could only find the mini-muffin pan. Had we somehow not ordered a regular size one or, worse yet, ordered it and discarded it? I lost it a bit (I’ve been a wee bit on edge lately – poor Jeffrey. I’m sure it’s no fun having a spouse who has a meltdown over a muffin pan.) After gathering myself, I ordered (another?) regular sized pan, that came in the middle of my recent gut issues, so did not feel up to making them before this morning. Waking up this morning feeling a wee bit better than I have been lately, I put a batch in the oven while Jeffrey and I started the arduous task of assembling my mother’s microwave cabinet we had (belatedly) purchased her for an xmas gift. It had also arrived during armagutton, so I did not feel up to attempting it until today.

Oy vey! Time to bring out the butch!

Midway through assembly, the popovers were done so we stopped for breakfast. They came out ok – very light and airy, but were smaller and less puffy than I was hoping for. Oh well.

Popovers or Pooped-overs?

After breakfast, we finished assembly and delivered the cabinet to Mom’s. As I’ve stated, Mom isn’t really isolating any more. She thinks wearing a mask means she can see any one and go anywhere whenever she wants. So I called ahead and required her to go upstairs before we arrived at her house, where she had to stay until we left. We also double masked for extra precaution. The cabinet looks great in her kitchen and gives her more storage space. She confirmed, after we had left and she came downstairs to see it, that she loves it.

Not my style, but it does match her white appliances and window sill trim (seen to the left.) Plus, its better than the cart she was using.

After that, we ran to the Alterations shop at which Jeffrey had dropped my Marvel Superhero duffle bag off last week to have the zipper repaired. It broke after my first use 2 years ago and I haven’t been able to use it since; but, I LOVE that bag, so I finally found a local shop that would repair it and – VOILA – I finally have my bag back in working order again! Yay!

I’d like to use this as my gym bag, but I’d have to actually go to the gym!

Unfortunately, on the way back from picking up the bag, I started having another round of cramps and by time I was home, I was in a lot of discomfort and had to lay down. (Maybe I overdid it?) While I was waiting for the cramps to subside, Jeffrey tackled the third and final project of the day: our spice shelf (a drawer that pulls out from our cabinet) has been crooked and partially off track since they completed our kitchen renovation a couple years ago. We’ve always wanted to fix it, but were afraid what seemed like a simple task would turn into a nightmare. We worried for nothing. In 20 minutes, Jeffrey had removed the screws of one track, adjusted and marked it, and reattached it. No more wobbly off track spice drawer. It’s crazy we put up with that for 2 years for such a simple fix. We need to start listening to and trusting our inner lesbians.Not all repairs are beyond us. (No pics, so you’ll have to take my word for it – it’s fixed!)

I’m sure there’s a lesson about not waiting so long to make simple repairs, but I just can’t seem to figure it out.

So, it wound up being very productive day after all and, aside from the killer cramps (which have subsided, thankfully), it was a good day overall.

Tonight, we enjoyed a live streaming piano concert by our friend from Provincetown, Gerald Goode.

A pleasure to listen to AND look at!

Finally, it just wouldn’t me my blog if I didn’t include pics of my Pride and Joy (why didn’t I just name them that?)

Harvey’s Head Shot
Rita in Repose

Tomorrow, it’s a lazy day of reclining and relaxing (we hope.)

Stay safe, all!

A thousand words

Doggy dozing

They look how I feel…utterly pooped.

It was another rough week at work. But in a desperate act of hope, I applied for a position in another department today. Hey, you never know.

Health is sloooowly improving but I’m still restricting food and my energy levels are hovering just above empty. It doesn’t help that I haven’t slept well all week. But I’m still feeling better than I did a week ago, so I’m not going to complain.

This weekend we have a few projects we’d like to complete (gluten free popovers anyone?) but nothing that can’t wait if I’m not feeling up to it. There’s always plenty to read and watch, and I’m sure my pups won’t feel too put upon if they have to lap-trap me all weekend.

Stay safe, all!

Inauguration After Thoughts

Jeffrey and I took the day off yesterday, unsure if it would be a day of celebration or a day of shock and horror. We are relieved it was the latter. We did not watch any coverage of the blot on humanity’s departure; instead we watched only coverage of inauguration prep and arrivals. Here are my favorite moments of the day:

A reporter announcing the arrival of “Michelle Obama and her husband, the former President.” Awesome!

Getting goosebumps when Lady Gaga passionately sang the National Anthem.

Feeling an overwhelming sense of joy when Kamala Harris smiled at the end of her Oath.

Watching Amanda Gorman, the first National Youth Poet Laureate, touch a nation with her words.

Hearing “President Joseph Biden” for the first time.

Seeing all the masks and watching everyone fist bump.

Watching the new first family walk to the White House.

President Biden (I’ll never tire of saying that) has hit the ground running, repealing discriminatory executive orders, rejoining WHO and the Paris Climate Accords. Stopping the wall and the pipeline. Creating a fair path for citizenship. But my favorite part thing so far – Biden addressed his new staff and his expectation of behavior:

I’m not joking when I say this: If you’re ever working with me and I hear you treat another colleague with disrespect or talk down to someone, I promise you, I will fire you on the spot — on the spot. No ifs ands or buts. Everybody is entitled to be treated with decency and dignity. That’s been missing in a big way the last four years. We’re going to be judged whether or not we restored the integrity and competency in this government. I need your help badly.

You’re engaged in and you’re working with the most decent government in the world. And we have to restore the soul of this country. And I’m counting on all of you to be a part of that – it’s not hyperbole. You work for the people.

The only thing I expect with absolute certainty is honesty and decency, the way you treat one another, the way you treat the people you deal with.

That, my friends, is a President. Bravo, Mr. President. Bravo!

Super Frenzy

My first exposure to Superheroes was the Saturday morning cartoon “Super Friends.” Although the original teen sidekicks were the non-powered Wendy, Marvin, and Wonder Dog:

I loved their replacements better: The siblings from planet Exor: the Wondertwins Zan and Jayna and their space monkey, Gleek.

That sparked a life long love affair with Superheroes and Comic Books, and the Wonder Twins remain two of my favorite characters (even though their considered jokes by most comic fans.)

So, when I found out Funko Pop! was putting out a replica Hall of Justice (the Super Friends headquarters) I just had to obtain one, along with a complete set of Funko Pop Super Friends. I received the last piece today (Aquaman) and now my set is complete.

And, yes, the Wondertwins are touching fists. You can practically hear them shouting “Wondertwin powers activate!”

Shape of a Fanboy! Form of a sweet collection!

Turnarounds and Titanics

Well, after 9 long days, my health has finally started to turn around. It’ll be another week or two of super careful eating and extra rest, but I should be back to normal before too long.

Just in time to enjoy the last couple hours of my 4 day weekend.

Fortunately, I go back to work tomorrow. Oh, how lucky am I?


Jeffrey and I started discussing vacations we could take and dream destinations we could visit (post-pandemic, of course.) I had once thought a cruise would be an ideal vacation for us, but the more research I do about them the less convinced I am that it’s right for us. I have a lot of concerns about them. So my questions to all of you:

Have you ever been on a cruise? When?

Did you like it? Why?

Would you go on another?

If you’ve been on multiple ones, what keeps you coming back?

What are two pieces of advice you’d give? “Always….” and “Never…”

Best thing about a cruise?

Worst thing about a cruise?

I’d love to hear your thoughts and experiences.

Singing in the pain, just singing in the pain

Believe it or not, this idea came to me while I was laying awake last night, and although the original (brilliant) lyrics I thought up escape me, I couldn’t let go of the idea, so without further ado, I present to you..

“My least favorite things.”

(Sung to the tune of “These are a few of my favorite things” from “The Sound of Music.”)

Bezoars and gas pockets trapped in my tummy
Products that help me but rarely taste yummy
Slowed down digestion with sharp crampy stings
These are a few of my least fav’rite things

Strict liquid diets, martinis excluded
Exhaustedly staying in my bed, secluded
Bad outcomes haunting my imaginings
These are a few of my least fav’rite things

When my body
Quits digesting
All the food I’ve had
I simply give in to the ensuing pain
And then I get realllllllll-y sad

So what’s the point of my Crohn’s attack story?
IBS sucks and the details are gory
And though chronic illness can sure clip my wings
It helps if I blog share my least fav’rite things.

(What? You mean to tell me you don’t also work through your own personal pain by doing parodies of songs from favorite musicals?)

Forging ahead

Two qualities that have served me well are Endurance and Perseverance (aka Grit.)

When you have a chronic illness you have to make a choice early on as to how you’re going to handle it. With despair or with determination. My pragmatism demands I accept the things I cannot change, so I just grit me teeth and get through it.

The same holds true for the rest of my life. Whenever things get seemingly unbearable, I try to focus on a point in time ahead that I will be past whatever it is that’s vexing me, and steel myself to endure until I make it through and get there. (Retirement, for example.) What might appear as confidence or contentment on the surface, is really just my acceptance of the inevitable: it is what it is and my only way out is through.

After all, I figure, if other people can find a way to forge through life, overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, and getting through everything life has thrown at them, why shouldn’t I?

And at least I get to do it with cute puppies.

See? Always a silver lining.