Testing, testing...one, two, three. Is this thing on? Anyone out there? Anyone at all? Hello? If even one of you wanders over and hangs around to read for a moment, pretty soon another one will join you, then a crowd will form, and then--even though I've been lousy about writing--I might get my readers back.
Let's start with a brief update to some topics I discussed in earlier posts. Even though I'd like to think that my bitching and inherent intelligence wins out in all cases, the truth is more often that Fate intervenes, and my Tragedies wind up resolved in some way. If it's not a case of conflict or tragedy, it's merely a follow-up or related story.
Remember my lamentations regarding Fructis Hi Rise Root Lifter? Well, the fine people over at Garnier can bite me. First they discontinue my go-to hair gel and replace it with some lousy tree sap derivative, then they get rid of my FHRRL. As I mentioned previously, rather than be a ranting snotface about it, I merely wandered into My New LuvStore, Sally Beauty Supply, and was recommended this stuff in the picture. It is wonderful and fantastic and makes me say, "Fructis you, Garnier." And the price is better, too.
My countertops are in, and if asked to describe them in one word, that word would be WHITE. SO. WHITE. WHITE WHITENESS. It's a big change from the red, and I have to get used to it. The veining is a little more noticeable on a large slab, and I keep feeling like I have to wipe the counters until I remember that what I'm seeing is the stone and not marks on the counter. Now I'm just anxious for the floor to get done so I can have it complete. We've decided to tile above the backsplash, white with just a few random red and black tiles.
Want to feel your age? Go to San Francisco. I just got back from spending a long weekend there with dear friend and reader Mikey, and I was the single most elderly person in the entire city. Without question. No matter where we went. I mean it; I was conspicuous in my elderliness. At 54! Thankfully, I was able to meet up with Julie for a day and even though she is several (6) important years younger than me, at least I felt not quite so dried out and ready for the grave. I am old enough to be Mikey's mom, but in San Francisco, they banish everyone who is forty and older. You have to be a twenty- or thirty-something, tech-savvy, and willing to walk eleventy miles in order to get from your car, which is parked on the side of a neighborhood street, to any event or restaurant or venue you wish to attend. Parking lots are anathema to San Franciscans. Ha! Pretty soon, once a few visit Ohio, they will want our water and our nice, big, adjacent parking lots!
Or maybe not. This is what was waiting for me outside my airbus window as we circled Cleveland to land. Oh. Yay. More snow. It snowed like hell overnight, and my little suburb got about another six inches. There is a foot of snow on the ground at my house. There is a warming trend right now--we are in the low to mid forties for a few days. Then, another polar vortex is breaking away and visiting again. Sigh. I didn't feel as resentful and angry or frustrated or even sad like I thought I would when I got back home and back to Winter again. From Friday until Tuesday evening, I had worn blazers and a light raincoat, and hadn't even gotten a bit of the typical San Francisco misty weather. I had seen two kinds of palm trees and even some azaleas flowering. The magnolias and tulip trees were blooming. And Ohio? Certainly nothing like any of that. But in spite of all of that, once at home, I felt rejuvenated and grateful. I had escaped Winter, if only for a few days. I was luckier than Rick, and luckier than most.
Wine seemed the best souvenir, so I shipped about a case home while we visited Sonoma. Especially intriguing was a brut, a sparkly fizzy treat made with the usual chardonnay grapes but also some pinot noir, too. The pinot didn't add any color at all, but lent the wine a beautiful round, lush character that normal bruts don't have. California zins can't be beat, either, so several bottles of that got shipped, too. And the Sonoma winemakers are adding Malbec to their Meritage blend, which makes it robust and bold, giving it an almost amarone richness. That's on its way, along with a nice grenache for anytime sipping. Probably something else too, but I can't really remember. I simply tasted, made notes, then arranged for shipping and moved on.
Finally, Ms. Caroline from over at AsiaVu has invited me to participate in a meme. Every time I hear the word "meme", I think of this:
Anyway, as so many of you know, I rarely do memes, but when I make the exception, I tweak and customize. That will be my next offering, and it will be soon.
Thanks for hanging around!