Good afternoon. We are watching the Republican Convention, via the auspices of MSNBC.....
It is a long afternoon. Thank goodness the television is working.
Mr. N took the car in to be fixed this morning. Patricia was going to be late to play, so I got a few things done around the house. Nice to be alone for a bit.
Then Theo came home, dropped off by a car from the Witt Lincoln place. Plunk. "Where is the loaner car? " asked I. "There is no loaner car; they will come and get me," was the lofty response from my liege. Oh dear.
Patricia came and we played worse than we have ever ever played before. Clinkers right and left. Why was this, I wonder? I mean, I know I am losing it, but P. isn't, and she hit a few clangers too.
She leaves tomorrow for a Michigan vacation and I guess she needs it, LOL. Pat this is a test to see if you read this.
NOW, Witt Lincoln has called to say that they will be picking us up tomorrow afternoon. TOMORROW AFTERNOON!!!! We are stranded on the moon. I cannot go walk in warm water this afternoon as was my plan. I cannot go to my exercise class tomorrow afternoon as was my plan. What is this?
Oh well, that leaves me to the computer and as luck would have it, the sisters are all on the outs and are leaving the round robin (collective emails) faster than you can say Mitt Romney. Or even Barack Obama. Nobody will write. We all have a beautiful new little great-niece to love and admire from afar, so soon I hope for repair to the information superhighway of our familial ties.
In the meantime, I have virtually nothing to eat. I gave Patricia a great salad with lots of baby wild greens (from a bag) combined with minced figs and sliced nectarines. Oh how yummy. I gave her a soup made of chicken broth added to the leftovers from the chicken-noodle-rice side dish.....and it was pretty good. We had thin crispy bread sticks with hummus. And the cupboard is bare!! I was going to insist on a trip to the supermarket this afternoon. As luck would have it, there's a ground beef patty waiting for mein mann in the refrigerator and plenty of cheese to put on top of it. That's what he likes. And I--there are lots of corn tortillas (aging), and I will have a quesadilla with some more of that field salad thrown into it. It will all be good, here on the Moon. YAZZYBEL
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
A Philosophical Question
Good morning.
This morning, I only want to ask: Is the pleasure one gets from having a Katy Kornette worth the damage it does to one's body? (supposedly)
I had a nice breakfast of one piece of bacon, a bird egg's worth of egg, and 2 small Katy Kornettes. Very delicious!!!
I eat the one piece of bacon sometimes on Wednesdays but always on Saturday, at breakfast.
And have decided on the one bird egg's worth of egg to be my portion, as when my ancestors were wandering through the woods I would have been lucky to even get one bird egg as my share, with all the men grabbing the nest and hogging down the contents. If they'd had an extra egg it would have gone to some nubile young gal anyway; an eighty three year old would just have to lag behind and try to dig up a wild turnip.
That turnip reference is, of course, to God's Little Acre, where that poor old grandma is literally starving, crawling around on the ground looking for a portion of turnip someone dropped. I think of her often, nowadays, as I try to stay realistic about my place in the universe as a senior citizen. YAZZYBEL
This morning, I only want to ask: Is the pleasure one gets from having a Katy Kornette worth the damage it does to one's body? (supposedly)
I had a nice breakfast of one piece of bacon, a bird egg's worth of egg, and 2 small Katy Kornettes. Very delicious!!!
I eat the one piece of bacon sometimes on Wednesdays but always on Saturday, at breakfast.
And have decided on the one bird egg's worth of egg to be my portion, as when my ancestors were wandering through the woods I would have been lucky to even get one bird egg as my share, with all the men grabbing the nest and hogging down the contents. If they'd had an extra egg it would have gone to some nubile young gal anyway; an eighty three year old would just have to lag behind and try to dig up a wild turnip.
That turnip reference is, of course, to God's Little Acre, where that poor old grandma is literally starving, crawling around on the ground looking for a portion of turnip someone dropped. I think of her often, nowadays, as I try to stay realistic about my place in the universe as a senior citizen. YAZZYBEL
Monday, August 27, 2012
Remembering Gregory Neff
Good afternoon.
This is the eighth anniversary of the death of Gregory. It is his official date of death, although he died about ten or so, the night before. It took hours to get the proper people here to have him declared deceased. So this is the date.
I was asleep in the room at the time he actually breathed his last, just a couple of feet away. He had asked me not to go to sleep but I was anticipating a full day of work the next day, and we had two nurses with us. I told him I had to rest and would see him in the morning. I think he knew that I would not.
I'd scarcely fallen asleep on the sofa, there, when one of the nurses, said, "Ma'm, wake up. I think he has passed. He is not breathing."
Indeed, it was true. He was not breathing. We listened for his breath, for his heart. Nothing. His body had shut down.
It was time. His body had had a long travail, and of the travails of his spirit I can hardly think. It was time; God said so.
We took his ashes to Texas first, but when it became apparent to me that Theodore had no intention of ever moving from here, we had his ashes sent back here and they lie encrypted in the back wall of St Paul's Cathedral, near the main aisle and the font, and underneath the Rose Window. I think Gregory would have liked that as a final resting place.
I wonder, why did he live, and why did he die? Which leads to the question for all of us. Why do we live, and why do we die? What lives, and what dies? What remains? I like the idea that his breath was drawn back into the great breath of Watan Tanka, the great creator. "Gregory is with God," said our Episcopal priest, when I wondered back then eight years ago....For us here on Earth, there remain precious memories, that's for sure. YAZZYBEL
This is the eighth anniversary of the death of Gregory. It is his official date of death, although he died about ten or so, the night before. It took hours to get the proper people here to have him declared deceased. So this is the date.
I was asleep in the room at the time he actually breathed his last, just a couple of feet away. He had asked me not to go to sleep but I was anticipating a full day of work the next day, and we had two nurses with us. I told him I had to rest and would see him in the morning. I think he knew that I would not.
I'd scarcely fallen asleep on the sofa, there, when one of the nurses, said, "Ma'm, wake up. I think he has passed. He is not breathing."
Indeed, it was true. He was not breathing. We listened for his breath, for his heart. Nothing. His body had shut down.
It was time. His body had had a long travail, and of the travails of his spirit I can hardly think. It was time; God said so.
We took his ashes to Texas first, but when it became apparent to me that Theodore had no intention of ever moving from here, we had his ashes sent back here and they lie encrypted in the back wall of St Paul's Cathedral, near the main aisle and the font, and underneath the Rose Window. I think Gregory would have liked that as a final resting place.
I wonder, why did he live, and why did he die? Which leads to the question for all of us. Why do we live, and why do we die? What lives, and what dies? What remains? I like the idea that his breath was drawn back into the great breath of Watan Tanka, the great creator. "Gregory is with God," said our Episcopal priest, when I wondered back then eight years ago....For us here on Earth, there remain precious memories, that's for sure. YAZZYBEL
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Sunday, Church, Earthquakes, etc.
Good evening.
It's been a quiet day punctuated by tiny earthquakes emanating from Brawley, CA, several hundred miles to our east. We can feel them, but just a few--the bigger ones, I guess.
Church was good. Can it be otherwise? At the forum, three couples were on the griddle, telling us about their relationships and how they lasted many years. The youngest relationship was 33 years old, and the longest lasting fifty. I was struck at how different the three couples were, and yet how we all seem to have almost the same problems.
One of the couples was a gay couple and they seemed to have worked out their problems very well. One of them is a doctor, the other a nurse, and they were both outgoing and funny. They never go to sleep angry or fighting. They work it out efore calling it a night. They never employ the Silent Treatment on each other.
The two man/woman couples were both open and honest with their problems and with their solutions. I can't imagine Theo and I going onto such a stage: not because I couldn't but because he would not ever do such a thing. There was no time for Q and A, which was perhaps lucky though being Episcopalians we are all too polite to ask awkward questions.
I still go with what I 've said: The secret to a long marriage is a short memory. The more you can forget the more you won't resent, and you won't hold grudges because the older you get the harder it is to remember what they were about anyway.
YAZZYBEL
It's been a quiet day punctuated by tiny earthquakes emanating from Brawley, CA, several hundred miles to our east. We can feel them, but just a few--the bigger ones, I guess.
Church was good. Can it be otherwise? At the forum, three couples were on the griddle, telling us about their relationships and how they lasted many years. The youngest relationship was 33 years old, and the longest lasting fifty. I was struck at how different the three couples were, and yet how we all seem to have almost the same problems.
One of the couples was a gay couple and they seemed to have worked out their problems very well. One of them is a doctor, the other a nurse, and they were both outgoing and funny. They never go to sleep angry or fighting. They work it out efore calling it a night. They never employ the Silent Treatment on each other.
The two man/woman couples were both open and honest with their problems and with their solutions. I can't imagine Theo and I going onto such a stage: not because I couldn't but because he would not ever do such a thing. There was no time for Q and A, which was perhaps lucky though being Episcopalians we are all too polite to ask awkward questions.
I still go with what I 've said: The secret to a long marriage is a short memory. The more you can forget the more you won't resent, and you won't hold grudges because the older you get the harder it is to remember what they were about anyway.
YAZZYBEL
Friday, August 24, 2012
Friday Already
Good afternoon.
My, where did the week go? One day it was Monday, and suddenly...days are gone into thin air. I wrote another haiku but it was in the middle of the night and I forgot it. I forgot to put a 'tag' on it when I was thinking about it. If you can put a 'tag', you have some chance of remembering something.
At church on Sunday, three long-term couples are going to tell what made their relationships endure. Two are male-female pairs, and the third is a gay couple. It might be interesting if they open up and tell the truth.
Nobody asked me and Theodore, who are possibly the longest lasting of all....if you count off-and-on. I could tell them in one short phrase what makes a long term relationship : a short memory on both sides. (It gets easier as you get older; we literally can't remember what we were fussing about just minutes earlier.)
I am making box lemon bars as we speak, here. I could not resist the box, therefore we shall have lemon bars. I was going to grate in fresh lemon zest and put in a few drops of juice but was too zonked from going out in car with HRH. So they will be as Krusteaz hath ordained them.
I gained a pound this week because, after being terribly good for many days, I finally decided I couldn't go on without some meat. So we bought pork chops at Ralphs, nice plump ones, and last night I dipped them in s, p, and flour, and fried them! And I made country cream gravy with the pan scrapings too! And ate thereof!!! Was it worth it? YES.
YAZZYBEL
My, where did the week go? One day it was Monday, and suddenly...days are gone into thin air. I wrote another haiku but it was in the middle of the night and I forgot it. I forgot to put a 'tag' on it when I was thinking about it. If you can put a 'tag', you have some chance of remembering something.
At church on Sunday, three long-term couples are going to tell what made their relationships endure. Two are male-female pairs, and the third is a gay couple. It might be interesting if they open up and tell the truth.
Nobody asked me and Theodore, who are possibly the longest lasting of all....if you count off-and-on. I could tell them in one short phrase what makes a long term relationship : a short memory on both sides. (It gets easier as you get older; we literally can't remember what we were fussing about just minutes earlier.)
I am making box lemon bars as we speak, here. I could not resist the box, therefore we shall have lemon bars. I was going to grate in fresh lemon zest and put in a few drops of juice but was too zonked from going out in car with HRH. So they will be as Krusteaz hath ordained them.
I gained a pound this week because, after being terribly good for many days, I finally decided I couldn't go on without some meat. So we bought pork chops at Ralphs, nice plump ones, and last night I dipped them in s, p, and flour, and fried them! And I made country cream gravy with the pan scrapings too! And ate thereof!!! Was it worth it? YES.
YAZZYBEL
Monday, August 20, 2012
Haiku Monday
Garden Thoughts
Mad wasp of August
Angrily claiming air space
Getting in my way!
Thirsty plants waiting
Ambulant human feeds them
With living water
Madame Hummingbird
Drinking from the bottlebrush
Needs not me, no no!!
Mad wasp of August
Angrily claiming air space
Getting in my way!
Thirsty plants waiting
Ambulant human feeds them
With living water
Madame Hummingbird
Drinking from the bottlebrush
Needs not me, no no!!
Adios, Plaza's
Here's another restaurant review.
First, I should say that Western Chula Vista abounds in Mexican cafes. There are literally hundreds of small restaurants up and down the streets. Most of them are the informal kind of place where you walk up to the counter, order your meal, go up and pick it up when it's ready.
That's what Plaza's is. We first went to it after hearing that it had good caldo, last spring. I think I wrote about it, maybe. And the caldo was good, and Theodore's inevitable two beef tacos were okay too.
Last night we went to Plaza's and had an execrable dinner. I was already a bit leery of a repeat because we'd eaten there a couple of more times since the spring and it didn't seem quite what it was cracked up to be (clean, with well cooked food). But Theo chose it and I said Fine because he rarely chooses.
His tacos were over fried (hard brown tortillas, dull tasteless beef strings with fried edges showing that it had been refried before serving and after stuffing)...tons of dull lettuce, cheese, and that's it.
My chimichanga was delayed in serving. Here's where they made their big mistake. Instead of using one large thin flour tortilla, they wrapped that chimichanga in about three, well at least two, thick flour tortillas...that made a BIG chimichanga but also made a leathery gummy interior wrapped around a very small amount of pretty good tasting beef, cheese and onions. Why can't places realize that less is more? The chimichanga doesn't have to be, in fact shouldn't be, as big as a small automobile on the plate. It should be a thin delicious crispy shell for some good-tasting filling. It should be garnished with some lettuce or sauce or, as in this case, the strangest alcohol-tasting guacamole this world ever knew. Odd, all of it.
The frijoles, my favorite food, were a pile of pallid tasteless mush. And the rice was white, possibly cooked in water with a chicken feather passed over it, and nothing else. HORRIBLE.
I could not eat it. There was a suggestion box on the counter asking for thoughts but I decided they are not worth my opinion. If they really think that's good food, then all there is to say is ADIOS, PLAZA's. YAZZYBEL
First, I should say that Western Chula Vista abounds in Mexican cafes. There are literally hundreds of small restaurants up and down the streets. Most of them are the informal kind of place where you walk up to the counter, order your meal, go up and pick it up when it's ready.
That's what Plaza's is. We first went to it after hearing that it had good caldo, last spring. I think I wrote about it, maybe. And the caldo was good, and Theodore's inevitable two beef tacos were okay too.
Last night we went to Plaza's and had an execrable dinner. I was already a bit leery of a repeat because we'd eaten there a couple of more times since the spring and it didn't seem quite what it was cracked up to be (clean, with well cooked food). But Theo chose it and I said Fine because he rarely chooses.
His tacos were over fried (hard brown tortillas, dull tasteless beef strings with fried edges showing that it had been refried before serving and after stuffing)...tons of dull lettuce, cheese, and that's it.
My chimichanga was delayed in serving. Here's where they made their big mistake. Instead of using one large thin flour tortilla, they wrapped that chimichanga in about three, well at least two, thick flour tortillas...that made a BIG chimichanga but also made a leathery gummy interior wrapped around a very small amount of pretty good tasting beef, cheese and onions. Why can't places realize that less is more? The chimichanga doesn't have to be, in fact shouldn't be, as big as a small automobile on the plate. It should be a thin delicious crispy shell for some good-tasting filling. It should be garnished with some lettuce or sauce or, as in this case, the strangest alcohol-tasting guacamole this world ever knew. Odd, all of it.
The frijoles, my favorite food, were a pile of pallid tasteless mush. And the rice was white, possibly cooked in water with a chicken feather passed over it, and nothing else. HORRIBLE.
I could not eat it. There was a suggestion box on the counter asking for thoughts but I decided they are not worth my opinion. If they really think that's good food, then all there is to say is ADIOS, PLAZA's. YAZZYBEL
The Second Lesson
Good morning.
Sometimes the lessons at church seem specifically to speak to one, do they not? I wrote yesterday about the OT lesson, from Proverbs. It was written for ME.
Today, I'll put in a bit about the second lesson, which is always an Epistle of St Paul (our Patron of the Cathedral.)
It was an Epistle to the Ephesians, and it's short, so I can put in the whole thing:
Ephesians 5: 15-20
Be careful how you live, not as unwise people, but as wise, making the most of the time, because the days are evil.
So do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is.
Do not get drunk with wine, for that is debauchery, but be filled with the Spirit, as you sing psalms and hymns, and spiritual songs amongst yourselves,
singing and making melody to the Lord in your hearts, giving thanks to God the Father at all times
and for everything in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Paul is too preachy, but he knew how to put a sentence together and in this case, did he not speak directly to ME after my desire of yesterday is re-read? He is telling me to get busy and do it NOW. It's too direct to be a coincidence. Or maybe the people who put the Prayer Book together were very very aware of human nature and human conduct and the tendency to wait for tomorrow, and they put those two readings together because every aware reader will immediately see himself or herself in them.
In the third reading of yesterday, the Gospel according to John 6:51-58, Jesus himself is speaking about being the bread of life. I won't tackle that one. It is deep, more deep than I am ready to dive right at this moment. But that moment will arrive in God's own time. YAZZYBEL
Sometimes the lessons at church seem specifically to speak to one, do they not? I wrote yesterday about the OT lesson, from Proverbs. It was written for ME.
Today, I'll put in a bit about the second lesson, which is always an Epistle of St Paul (our Patron of the Cathedral.)
It was an Epistle to the Ephesians, and it's short, so I can put in the whole thing:
Ephesians 5: 15-20
Be careful how you live, not as unwise people, but as wise, making the most of the time, because the days are evil.
So do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is.
Do not get drunk with wine, for that is debauchery, but be filled with the Spirit, as you sing psalms and hymns, and spiritual songs amongst yourselves,
singing and making melody to the Lord in your hearts, giving thanks to God the Father at all times
and for everything in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Paul is too preachy, but he knew how to put a sentence together and in this case, did he not speak directly to ME after my desire of yesterday is re-read? He is telling me to get busy and do it NOW. It's too direct to be a coincidence. Or maybe the people who put the Prayer Book together were very very aware of human nature and human conduct and the tendency to wait for tomorrow, and they put those two readings together because every aware reader will immediately see himself or herself in them.
In the third reading of yesterday, the Gospel according to John 6:51-58, Jesus himself is speaking about being the bread of life. I won't tackle that one. It is deep, more deep than I am ready to dive right at this moment. But that moment will arrive in God's own time. YAZZYBEL
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Getting There
This was the Old Testament lesson today at church:
Proverbs 9: 1-6
Wisdom has built her house; she hewn her seven pillars.
She has slaughtered her animals, she has mixed
her wine; she has set her table.
She has sent out her servant girls, she calls from
the highest places in the town, " You that are
simple, turn in here!"
To those without sense she says, "Come eat of my bread and drink of the wine I have mixed.
Lay aside immaturity, and live, and walk in the way of insight."
What a wonderful passage. It spoke to me last night before I'd even heard it, because after a day slouching around in the house so miserable because of the heat, I thought that from now on, if I had my way, I'd just live for music and for art.
I'd build my pillars on them. I'd get rid of the junk.
I'd tidy up the stuff. I have no servant girls beyond my meager talents, but I'd send them out as I might. And they would tell those without sense of the wonderful life I had discovered. YAZZYBEL
Proverbs 9: 1-6
Wisdom has built her house; she hewn her seven pillars.
She has slaughtered her animals, she has mixed
her wine; she has set her table.
She has sent out her servant girls, she calls from
the highest places in the town, " You that are
simple, turn in here!"
To those without sense she says, "Come eat of my bread and drink of the wine I have mixed.
Lay aside immaturity, and live, and walk in the way of insight."
What a wonderful passage. It spoke to me last night before I'd even heard it, because after a day slouching around in the house so miserable because of the heat, I thought that from now on, if I had my way, I'd just live for music and for art.
I'd build my pillars on them. I'd get rid of the junk.
I'd tidy up the stuff. I have no servant girls beyond my meager talents, but I'd send them out as I might. And they would tell those without sense of the wonderful life I had discovered. YAZZYBEL
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Now Apple Cake
Yesterday I was reading two different recipes, one for Yuma Dump Cake, a rather primitive concoction with a very simple batter and apple-pie-filling all mixed together and baked, and the other a lemon blueberry cake of the same type but with a more sophisticated cake batter.
Today at the Walmart I saw "Southern Style Fried Apples (Fat Free)" in a can and figured they'd be a fine substitute for canned filling. So I came home and made the following, using ideas from both recipes.
Apple Cake
Sift into a mixing bowl:
2 1/2 c. flour
1 t. baking powder
1/4 t. soda
1/4 t. salt
In another bowl mix:
3/4 c. reduced fat sour cream
1/4 c. low fat milk
2 eggs
1/4 c. melted butter
grated zest of one lemon
1 t. vanilla extract
Beat all the liquid ingredients together.
Add the apple slices after chopping them into small bites....
BAKE for 1 hour at 350 degrees or until toothpick inserted into center comes out clean. Cool in pan 45 minutes...It is amazingly DELICIOUS but would be better made on a cool winter's day than the hottest day of Chula Vista history.
YAZZYBEL
Today at the Walmart I saw "Southern Style Fried Apples (Fat Free)" in a can and figured they'd be a fine substitute for canned filling. So I came home and made the following, using ideas from both recipes.
Apple Cake
Sift into a mixing bowl:
2 1/2 c. flour
1 t. baking powder
1/4 t. soda
1/4 t. salt
In another bowl mix:
3/4 c. reduced fat sour cream
1/4 c. low fat milk
2 eggs
1/4 c. melted butter
grated zest of one lemon
1 t. vanilla extract
Beat all the liquid ingredients together.
Add the apple slices after chopping them into small bites....
BAKE for 1 hour at 350 degrees or until toothpick inserted into center comes out clean. Cool in pan 45 minutes...It is amazingly DELICIOUS but would be better made on a cool winter's day than the hottest day of Chula Vista history.
YAZZYBEL
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Haiku Monday
Good evenin'.
I was awake in the night last night and spent my time constructing a haiku in my mind....
The thought I had was really too big for a haiku, so I kind of gave up and drifted off...
Now I cannot remember what the haiku was about. That's the trouble with working on poems in the middle of the night: you don't always remember those brilliant thoughts the next day.
There is a group who work on and present individually every Monday a haiku for the rest of the group to read and judge. I am never in on this group because I don't know where to find them. The few times I have stumbled into "Haiku Monday," I had read their efforts with pleasure and joined in twice.
If you do not know, haiku is a Japanese verse form that is strictly controlled by number of syllables per line; it's 5, 7, 5. Period. No deviation.
The best subjects are those of nature. Animals and bugs are welcome. So are clouds, rain, sun, wind...I'll make one about grocery store flowers to show you. See, five syllables for the first line already.
Grocery store flowers
Colorful they are, and cheap;
Appreciated!!!
That is a good one because it is ordinary, and it does follow the syllabic count to the dot.
It also presents a common problem--If you pronounce grocery as gro-ce-ry , you already have too many syllables. But groce'ry is a common pronunciation so it adds up right and it okay.
It is also far from beautiful, so not a winner in anyone's estimation. But you try it!!! YAZZYBEL
I was awake in the night last night and spent my time constructing a haiku in my mind....
The thought I had was really too big for a haiku, so I kind of gave up and drifted off...
Now I cannot remember what the haiku was about. That's the trouble with working on poems in the middle of the night: you don't always remember those brilliant thoughts the next day.
There is a group who work on and present individually every Monday a haiku for the rest of the group to read and judge. I am never in on this group because I don't know where to find them. The few times I have stumbled into "Haiku Monday," I had read their efforts with pleasure and joined in twice.
If you do not know, haiku is a Japanese verse form that is strictly controlled by number of syllables per line; it's 5, 7, 5. Period. No deviation.
The best subjects are those of nature. Animals and bugs are welcome. So are clouds, rain, sun, wind...I'll make one about grocery store flowers to show you. See, five syllables for the first line already.
Grocery store flowers
Colorful they are, and cheap;
Appreciated!!!
That is a good one because it is ordinary, and it does follow the syllabic count to the dot.
It also presents a common problem--If you pronounce grocery as gro-ce-ry , you already have too many syllables. But groce'ry is a common pronunciation so it adds up right and it okay.
It is also far from beautiful, so not a winner in anyone's estimation. But you try it!!! YAZZYBEL
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Tuesday Again--a Ranch House Supper
We had a ranch house supper tonight.
Greens with beans
Esquite
Greens with beans are easy and good.
I had some chard in the refrigerator and a can of white beans at hand. You should cut up the chard rather small and put it on to boil...when it is getting cooked, open the can of white beans, rinse thoroughly, and add to the top of the chard pan. Turn everything down and just let it warm up. I added a little garlic, s and p. But you do not need to add garlic if you dislike it.
Esquite is popcorn in espanol, but it is also pan fried fresh corn kernels....which one hopes won't pop. It is so hot in our house today that it is a wonder that the kernels didn't pop while waiting on the drainboard...but they did not. I put them into a skillet and put it on low to dry them out a bit, and then added a little olive oil, some chopped onion, and some chopped green pepper. I had no jalapeno so added a bit of cayenne...then you just fry it slowly until it gets a little brown in places, and eat it up.
It was not as good as it should have been, because the corn was TOO SWEET. Corn is sweet enough on its own without having the plant manipulators work on it to make it sweeter yet. The corn now in the markets is just too sugary sweet. I shudder for the poor diabetics who are woofing it down, every time I see it. They should not touch it with a ten foot pole, yet, who can blame them? Corn is really good (except for the too sweet part.)
Theo had his hamburger-patty-with-cheese as well, but I couldn't face it. Instead I had a piece of WW bread with a little spread of cream cheese with pineapple and chopped cherries...how good that was!
I am giving the leftovers to Patricia tomorrow for a Ranchhouse Lunch...if she has the nerve to drive down here tomorrow in this heat!! We shall see....YAZZYBEL
Greens with beans
Esquite
Greens with beans are easy and good.
I had some chard in the refrigerator and a can of white beans at hand. You should cut up the chard rather small and put it on to boil...when it is getting cooked, open the can of white beans, rinse thoroughly, and add to the top of the chard pan. Turn everything down and just let it warm up. I added a little garlic, s and p. But you do not need to add garlic if you dislike it.
Esquite is popcorn in espanol, but it is also pan fried fresh corn kernels....which one hopes won't pop. It is so hot in our house today that it is a wonder that the kernels didn't pop while waiting on the drainboard...but they did not. I put them into a skillet and put it on low to dry them out a bit, and then added a little olive oil, some chopped onion, and some chopped green pepper. I had no jalapeno so added a bit of cayenne...then you just fry it slowly until it gets a little brown in places, and eat it up.
It was not as good as it should have been, because the corn was TOO SWEET. Corn is sweet enough on its own without having the plant manipulators work on it to make it sweeter yet. The corn now in the markets is just too sugary sweet. I shudder for the poor diabetics who are woofing it down, every time I see it. They should not touch it with a ten foot pole, yet, who can blame them? Corn is really good (except for the too sweet part.)
Theo had his hamburger-patty-with-cheese as well, but I couldn't face it. Instead I had a piece of WW bread with a little spread of cream cheese with pineapple and chopped cherries...how good that was!
I am giving the leftovers to Patricia tomorrow for a Ranchhouse Lunch...if she has the nerve to drive down here tomorrow in this heat!! We shall see....YAZZYBEL
Tuesday
Bon soir....it isnt very late in the soir, but it isnt morning nor noon.
Nothing much to say today but the revised cherry pit count.
Theodore=1
Linda =3
Shame on me for letting pits fly into the batter. But our teeth are all intact anyway so quelle domage. YAZZYBEL
Nothing much to say today but the revised cherry pit count.
Theodore=1
Linda =3
Shame on me for letting pits fly into the batter. But our teeth are all intact anyway so quelle domage. YAZZYBEL
Monday, August 13, 2012
Enchufame
Good morning. Well, it's nearly noon, but still morning here in PDT.
I am waiting for a pan of ratatouille to come out of the oven. Debating: shall I put cheese over it before I take it out? As a vegan (!) I should not. As a person who wants to please the hubby, the answer is yes. Theodore likes cheese on everything.
I also have corn to boil but I think I'll make Theo cut it off the cob tonight and have esquite with it.
Oh, what does enchufame mean? Well, you know those little electrical outlets that adorn the walls of our rooms along the floor? Those are "chufas", and when you plug into them they allow electricity to come in. I'd never heard the word used as a verb before today, but was listening to Paquita La Del Radio today and the astrologist was trying to make a call and he said, "Ven, enchufame,''--to the operator. "Make the connection." I thought it was cute. The accent is on the u of course. (I put that for my monolingual sisters, LOL).
News in San Diego is that some rowdy young persons (though at least one of them is a mother, for God's sake) (leading one to deplore the state of the maturity of our youth)...anyway, 1000 of them trashed the sacred Lily Pond of Balboa Park on Saturday night/Sunday morning, breaking things, ruining plants, hurting and killing the sacred Koi. I feel scandalized and heartbroken about that. I feel like they should be enchufados themselves in the worst connotation of the word. YAZZYBEL
I am waiting for a pan of ratatouille to come out of the oven. Debating: shall I put cheese over it before I take it out? As a vegan (!) I should not. As a person who wants to please the hubby, the answer is yes. Theodore likes cheese on everything.
I also have corn to boil but I think I'll make Theo cut it off the cob tonight and have esquite with it.
Oh, what does enchufame mean? Well, you know those little electrical outlets that adorn the walls of our rooms along the floor? Those are "chufas", and when you plug into them they allow electricity to come in. I'd never heard the word used as a verb before today, but was listening to Paquita La Del Radio today and the astrologist was trying to make a call and he said, "Ven, enchufame,''--to the operator. "Make the connection." I thought it was cute. The accent is on the u of course. (I put that for my monolingual sisters, LOL).
News in San Diego is that some rowdy young persons (though at least one of them is a mother, for God's sake) (leading one to deplore the state of the maturity of our youth)...anyway, 1000 of them trashed the sacred Lily Pond of Balboa Park on Saturday night/Sunday morning, breaking things, ruining plants, hurting and killing the sacred Koi. I feel scandalized and heartbroken about that. I feel like they should be enchufados themselves in the worst connotation of the word. YAZZYBEL
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Sunday!
Good morning!
It's morning of a beautiful Sunday here in Chula Vista. It's already getting hot, but it just feels good to me so far, as a change from freezin'.
As long as we can keep the air circulating and keep the stuffiness out I can take the heat.
Today the flowers at church were put there by the family "To the Glory of God and in Memory of Gregory Neff by his family." They were not very pretty; he'd have preferred orange. But--they were sweet and they were there.
At church, people were chatty. I ascribe that to the warmth in the air; even as Episcopalians we just could not be chilly. My neighbor and I agreed that we both just hate applause in church. Fortunately neither he nor I ever get any. But we hate it on general principles. He even goes so far as to say he does not like air-conditioning in church (I'm not there.) Today was a day that even St Paul's could have used some air-conditioning, but none there was, nor even a breath of air. Was it always thus? Were the beautiful stained glass windows always fixed? Guess so.
A long conversation with a friend who has lost many pounds of weight revealed that she has been on a diet to improve her cholesterol and she certainly did, losing more than twenty pounds in the process. I need to do that.
Another friend who's long been absent showed up. She is now an "intermittent" church goer she confessed. Last time I saw her she was practically propping up the cornerstones so I wonder what happened. I did not get to hear it because I was discussing unseemly clapping as remarked above.
I skipped the Borum, I skipped a snack, and raced home to see if my errant mate had gone outside to perform forbidden acts of prowess and strength in my absence (such as carrying around large blocks of concrete, his favorite activity of late) but he was fine. Though it was nine-thirty, he was just preparing his breakfast and he ate it. Thank goodness I did not get there any earlier. I think it is good for him to fix his own breakfast once a week if he will do it. Yes.
So, on to the rest of the day. I am going to go around turning on fans and when I have done that I am going to read the Sunday paper (5 minutes) and when I have done that I am going to finish reading my mystery novel...it isn't good enough to recommend to you but so far it's held my interest. Kind of. YAZZYBEL
It's morning of a beautiful Sunday here in Chula Vista. It's already getting hot, but it just feels good to me so far, as a change from freezin'.
As long as we can keep the air circulating and keep the stuffiness out I can take the heat.
Today the flowers at church were put there by the family "To the Glory of God and in Memory of Gregory Neff by his family." They were not very pretty; he'd have preferred orange. But--they were sweet and they were there.
At church, people were chatty. I ascribe that to the warmth in the air; even as Episcopalians we just could not be chilly. My neighbor and I agreed that we both just hate applause in church. Fortunately neither he nor I ever get any. But we hate it on general principles. He even goes so far as to say he does not like air-conditioning in church (I'm not there.) Today was a day that even St Paul's could have used some air-conditioning, but none there was, nor even a breath of air. Was it always thus? Were the beautiful stained glass windows always fixed? Guess so.
A long conversation with a friend who has lost many pounds of weight revealed that she has been on a diet to improve her cholesterol and she certainly did, losing more than twenty pounds in the process. I need to do that.
Another friend who's long been absent showed up. She is now an "intermittent" church goer she confessed. Last time I saw her she was practically propping up the cornerstones so I wonder what happened. I did not get to hear it because I was discussing unseemly clapping as remarked above.
I skipped the Borum, I skipped a snack, and raced home to see if my errant mate had gone outside to perform forbidden acts of prowess and strength in my absence (such as carrying around large blocks of concrete, his favorite activity of late) but he was fine. Though it was nine-thirty, he was just preparing his breakfast and he ate it. Thank goodness I did not get there any earlier. I think it is good for him to fix his own breakfast once a week if he will do it. Yes.
So, on to the rest of the day. I am going to go around turning on fans and when I have done that I am going to read the Sunday paper (5 minutes) and when I have done that I am going to finish reading my mystery novel...it isn't good enough to recommend to you but so far it's held my interest. Kind of. YAZZYBEL
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Restaurant Report Cards
Good morning.
I think there ought to be and probably are out there, printed-up report cards for restaurants. If I were making some (And I may do just that) this is what I'd put on them:
Dear Restaurant Owner:
I just had a meal at your establishment. Due to the varying quality of the food served at various places, I have made up a grading scale, easily interpreted, to judge the quality of your food presentations.
1 to 5 stars; 5 being the best.
Tonight I had:
Salad................2 (salad dull, tasteless, tacky)
Broiled sirloin....2 (Ill prepared with a burnt dry taste and probably of poor quality beef)
Baked potato.....4 (Micro'ed but the best thing on the plate and the only thing worth eating. )
"Mixed vegetables"...3 (The carrot rings were hard, the summer squash pieces were perfect except for the parts of stem that were cut in with them, the wide green beans raw, the broccoli ok, the cauliflower ok but the whole thing was watery and tasteless.)
Those were the parts of the Sr Citizen Dinner. Jimmy's used to offer as part of the dinner a dessert which was: choice of rice pudding, bread pudding, tapioca, jello or ice cream. These little desserts were well prepared and looked forward to. Now, it was jello or ice cream. I had chocolate ice cream, and it was good. I wanted rice pudding but, hah.
My husband had chicken fried steak (I tasted it and it had thick cream gravy which tasted like sausage meat) and he liked it. He also had cottage cheese in place of potatoes and the mixed vegetables. He had the ice cream. Instead of a salad, he had clam chowder which he wouldnt eat at home on a bet. I asked him why he'd ordered it and he said it is because it was the first thing mentioned.
Well, this is obviously too much to put onto a card so I am going to have to re-think the process. But you people need to be judged. We paid over forty dollars when you add in the tip for this repast. On a scale of one to five it was worth maybe ten. YAZZYBEL
I think there ought to be and probably are out there, printed-up report cards for restaurants. If I were making some (And I may do just that) this is what I'd put on them:
Dear Restaurant Owner:
I just had a meal at your establishment. Due to the varying quality of the food served at various places, I have made up a grading scale, easily interpreted, to judge the quality of your food presentations.
1 to 5 stars; 5 being the best.
Tonight I had:
Salad................2 (salad dull, tasteless, tacky)
Broiled sirloin....2 (Ill prepared with a burnt dry taste and probably of poor quality beef)
Baked potato.....4 (Micro'ed but the best thing on the plate and the only thing worth eating. )
"Mixed vegetables"...3 (The carrot rings were hard, the summer squash pieces were perfect except for the parts of stem that were cut in with them, the wide green beans raw, the broccoli ok, the cauliflower ok but the whole thing was watery and tasteless.)
Those were the parts of the Sr Citizen Dinner. Jimmy's used to offer as part of the dinner a dessert which was: choice of rice pudding, bread pudding, tapioca, jello or ice cream. These little desserts were well prepared and looked forward to. Now, it was jello or ice cream. I had chocolate ice cream, and it was good. I wanted rice pudding but, hah.
My husband had chicken fried steak (I tasted it and it had thick cream gravy which tasted like sausage meat) and he liked it. He also had cottage cheese in place of potatoes and the mixed vegetables. He had the ice cream. Instead of a salad, he had clam chowder which he wouldnt eat at home on a bet. I asked him why he'd ordered it and he said it is because it was the first thing mentioned.
Well, this is obviously too much to put onto a card so I am going to have to re-think the process. But you people need to be judged. We paid over forty dollars when you add in the tip for this repast. On a scale of one to five it was worth maybe ten. YAZZYBEL
Friday, August 10, 2012
Cherry Season
Good day!
I am making George Lang's My Mother's Cherry Cake from his Hungarian Cookbook. Those who want the recipe, put those words into Google and you will come up with many references to it including Y'bel's previous blog.
I dont know how good this will be. I cook better hungry, and I had already eaten lunch. But--it can't be too bad.
I followed directions to the letter, but the egg whites for some reason did not fluff up...they kind of got super-thickened and that was it. Well, we'll see.
But when I got to the buttering the pan part and putting in the bread crumbs, I had a little problem: no commercial bread crumbs and no white bread around. Then I remembered a drying white French loaf so I got that out with a grater. When I saw those little fresh crumbs falling onto that butter, I knew I had Betty Crocker licked a mile.
I had a pound of fresh cherries, and used about a half pound. I didn't want the top of it swamped in cherries. I have a wonderful cherry-pitter given me by Benjamin, one of those birthday presents (by request) that will always come in handy if only once a year. So after the dough was on top of the bread crumbs, I pitted away and laid the pieces on top of the dough. One caution, pit the cherries away from the cake dough because those little devils will jump into the dough and sink, awaiting the gluttonous unwary. Be careful.
The cake won't come out for about a half hour, so I can't tell you more about the results than a prediction: It will be delicious. YAZZYBEL
I am making George Lang's My Mother's Cherry Cake from his Hungarian Cookbook. Those who want the recipe, put those words into Google and you will come up with many references to it including Y'bel's previous blog.
I dont know how good this will be. I cook better hungry, and I had already eaten lunch. But--it can't be too bad.
I followed directions to the letter, but the egg whites for some reason did not fluff up...they kind of got super-thickened and that was it. Well, we'll see.
But when I got to the buttering the pan part and putting in the bread crumbs, I had a little problem: no commercial bread crumbs and no white bread around. Then I remembered a drying white French loaf so I got that out with a grater. When I saw those little fresh crumbs falling onto that butter, I knew I had Betty Crocker licked a mile.
I had a pound of fresh cherries, and used about a half pound. I didn't want the top of it swamped in cherries. I have a wonderful cherry-pitter given me by Benjamin, one of those birthday presents (by request) that will always come in handy if only once a year. So after the dough was on top of the bread crumbs, I pitted away and laid the pieces on top of the dough. One caution, pit the cherries away from the cake dough because those little devils will jump into the dough and sink, awaiting the gluttonous unwary. Be careful.
The cake won't come out for about a half hour, so I can't tell you more about the results than a prediction: It will be delicious. YAZZYBEL
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Go-Togethers
In my mail, a page full of recipes combining various fruits and vegetables for refreshing summer combo's.
We can't combine just everything or anything. Or can we? Everyone does, nowadays. If it isn't fused, it isn't used.
Still, "Tomato-Melon Salad" just doesn't strike right on my ear. I am sure it's delicious. But--
Tomatoes are so dominant in their way. They have all those little seeds, and the jellylike matrix of the seeds, which has its own particular taste...and the ripeness and the strain of the tomato makes a big difference.
ALSO. All the melons I get now were picked green and ripened with some alien gases probably in a big anti-fungal warehouse somewhere. They have a strange flavor and terrible texture.
I know, I need to go to the Farmer's Market. I don't, much. Being a senior citizen. That's my excuse. I do need to shop for better fruit.
When I was a kid and we lived in Laredo, Texas,---you wouldn't believe the wonderful melons we used to get in summertime. They were grown in the ideal melon growing country near El Paso, said my grandfather, who received them with gratitude and appreciation. They were sweet, soft, fragrant, and full of the mysterious savor of canteloupe.
Yesterday when Patricia was here, we had tower of enchiladas (the pork, tortillas, and sauce left over from the tacos I made earlier in the week, all stacked up in layers and topped with cheese) and we also had "Salad of the Season"==thank you for the name, COCO's== with thinly sliced red onions, field greens, and whatever seasonal fruit is available. Mine had sliced nectarines and raspberries with a sweetish dressing. Very delicious. Sliced toasted almonds would have been good too but I didnt have any. And yes, those onions and those fruits went together perfectly, thank you. YAZZYBEL
We can't combine just everything or anything. Or can we? Everyone does, nowadays. If it isn't fused, it isn't used.
Still, "Tomato-Melon Salad" just doesn't strike right on my ear. I am sure it's delicious. But--
Tomatoes are so dominant in their way. They have all those little seeds, and the jellylike matrix of the seeds, which has its own particular taste...and the ripeness and the strain of the tomato makes a big difference.
ALSO. All the melons I get now were picked green and ripened with some alien gases probably in a big anti-fungal warehouse somewhere. They have a strange flavor and terrible texture.
I know, I need to go to the Farmer's Market. I don't, much. Being a senior citizen. That's my excuse. I do need to shop for better fruit.
When I was a kid and we lived in Laredo, Texas,---you wouldn't believe the wonderful melons we used to get in summertime. They were grown in the ideal melon growing country near El Paso, said my grandfather, who received them with gratitude and appreciation. They were sweet, soft, fragrant, and full of the mysterious savor of canteloupe.
Yesterday when Patricia was here, we had tower of enchiladas (the pork, tortillas, and sauce left over from the tacos I made earlier in the week, all stacked up in layers and topped with cheese) and we also had "Salad of the Season"==thank you for the name, COCO's== with thinly sliced red onions, field greens, and whatever seasonal fruit is available. Mine had sliced nectarines and raspberries with a sweetish dressing. Very delicious. Sliced toasted almonds would have been good too but I didnt have any. And yes, those onions and those fruits went together perfectly, thank you. YAZZYBEL
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Back to Aurora
Good day.
Back again to my theme, about Aurora.
My latest take on the story is that the psychiatrist told the U. of Colorado of her "alarm" over Mr Holmes's ideations....
So out of her hands...I think the U. of Colorado called the cops. Not sure. If they did, they could say, "It's out of our hands."
If they did not call the police, they could have been waiting to see what might happen.
What might have happened, happened.
Either way, there are some links of humane treatment missing along the line. Human and humane involvement. "We were respecting his right to privacy." is one answer. What could be done at this point?
"Mr. Holmes, we respect your right to privacy. However, the civil code dictates that you are to be accompanied every moment for an indefinite period of time, in order that we can make sure you don't injure self or others. Perhaps, sir, you have some interesting plans or papers to share with us? We'll make this as private as possible."
What would that entail? Money, for sure. Taking responsibility. Caring.
How many of my readers have seen those commercials for one or the other mind-altering pharmaceutical, where the gal is dancing around to beautiful music, while the flowers and butterflies float around her? Happy stuff. While the voice in the background tells us in no uncertain terms that this preparation may cause serious depression, thoughts of suicide, even perhaps homicide...but who listens to that??
I think the doctor who prescribes any of the medications on a certain list ( long and popular list nowadays) ...that doctor should be held responsible for the consequences. Responsible. Oh no!! How could he/she? Not his fault. This is an independent adult that's being treated.
That sort of consequence would require some alterations in the medical code and the penal code. Right now, they can give the medication and never look twice. They can. Not all do. I am sure many are keeping as careful an eye as they can, while simultaneously shaking in their boots.
Nobody reads my blog, but if there is anybody out there who agrees with what I say, I'd appreciate an answer. Or even if they disagree: I would not mind a better idea. Mr Holmes deserved more than to go around murdering people. So did the young man of Tucson, and countless others who have killed either themselves or other people. The world deserves better than this. It's gotta stop. YAZZYBEL
Back again to my theme, about Aurora.
My latest take on the story is that the psychiatrist told the U. of Colorado of her "alarm" over Mr Holmes's ideations....
So out of her hands...I think the U. of Colorado called the cops. Not sure. If they did, they could say, "It's out of our hands."
If they did not call the police, they could have been waiting to see what might happen.
What might have happened, happened.
Either way, there are some links of humane treatment missing along the line. Human and humane involvement. "We were respecting his right to privacy." is one answer. What could be done at this point?
"Mr. Holmes, we respect your right to privacy. However, the civil code dictates that you are to be accompanied every moment for an indefinite period of time, in order that we can make sure you don't injure self or others. Perhaps, sir, you have some interesting plans or papers to share with us? We'll make this as private as possible."
What would that entail? Money, for sure. Taking responsibility. Caring.
How many of my readers have seen those commercials for one or the other mind-altering pharmaceutical, where the gal is dancing around to beautiful music, while the flowers and butterflies float around her? Happy stuff. While the voice in the background tells us in no uncertain terms that this preparation may cause serious depression, thoughts of suicide, even perhaps homicide...but who listens to that??
I think the doctor who prescribes any of the medications on a certain list ( long and popular list nowadays) ...that doctor should be held responsible for the consequences. Responsible. Oh no!! How could he/she? Not his fault. This is an independent adult that's being treated.
That sort of consequence would require some alterations in the medical code and the penal code. Right now, they can give the medication and never look twice. They can. Not all do. I am sure many are keeping as careful an eye as they can, while simultaneously shaking in their boots.
Nobody reads my blog, but if there is anybody out there who agrees with what I say, I'd appreciate an answer. Or even if they disagree: I would not mind a better idea. Mr Holmes deserved more than to go around murdering people. So did the young man of Tucson, and countless others who have killed either themselves or other people. The world deserves better than this. It's gotta stop. YAZZYBEL
Saturday, August 4, 2012
So Shut Up Alreaady
Good mornin'.
One of my sisters just told me, "STOP obsessing about food, YAZZY!" And this on the day that I was going to write about how I started cooking. And how I didn't start, as most of the others did, with my mama's cooking.
Well, I'll just skip that topic. Though there doesn't seem to be much on my mind lately but food and death. Of the two, food seems preferable. I'll try to go on to a less irritating subject.
Aging.
I'm getting older and I am beginning to realize that my face won't be the same face at ninety, should I live so long, as it was at eighty. It certainly wasnt the same at eighty as at seventy. Recently discovered snapshots prove that without a doubt.
My lower face is starting to pooch out around the mouth, creating a sort of muzzle. Not an attractive muzzle either; sort of a floppy and (OLD) looking muzzle.
I knew a red-headed freckled faced long nosed gal who had a real muzzle-shaped face. She was just beautiful and looked like a fox, a gorgeous face if it all comes together and hers did.
Mine won't. It's like I said, a bit puffy and saggy at the same time. And above it, (though shrouded in Aristotle Onassis wrinkles) my same little four year old's eyes looking out at the world. Well, that is the deal of the cards.....I'll keep doing my facial exercises.
Now I ask you, isn't food better than this? I am closing for now, to eat a delicious lunch a la mexicana that is about to get ready on the stove. I may tell you about it tomorrow, and then, again, I may not. Love, YAZZYBEL
One of my sisters just told me, "STOP obsessing about food, YAZZY!" And this on the day that I was going to write about how I started cooking. And how I didn't start, as most of the others did, with my mama's cooking.
Aging.
I'm getting older and I am beginning to realize that my face won't be the same face at ninety, should I live so long, as it was at eighty. It certainly wasnt the same at eighty as at seventy. Recently discovered snapshots prove that without a doubt.
My lower face is starting to pooch out around the mouth, creating a sort of muzzle. Not an attractive muzzle either; sort of a floppy and (OLD) looking muzzle.
I knew a red-headed freckled faced long nosed gal who had a real muzzle-shaped face. She was just beautiful and looked like a fox, a gorgeous face if it all comes together and hers did.
Mine won't. It's like I said, a bit puffy and saggy at the same time. And above it, (though shrouded in Aristotle Onassis wrinkles) my same little four year old's eyes looking out at the world. Well, that is the deal of the cards.....I'll keep doing my facial exercises.
Now I ask you, isn't food better than this? I am closing for now, to eat a delicious lunch a la mexicana that is about to get ready on the stove. I may tell you about it tomorrow, and then, again, I may not. Love, YAZZYBEL
Friday, August 3, 2012
A Long Alarm
Good morning!
I just heard or read that the psychiatrist of James Holmes, Dr. Lynne Fenton, became "alarmed" in June regarding his state of mental imbalance. She reported it to the University of Colorado, who did nothing.
That was it. No excuses, no reasons, and no responsibility.
I'm sorry, Dr. Fenton and Colorado University, but alarm does not last that long---June to now. It's too strong, too intense an emotion to be sustained.
When you get an alarm, you turn it off and go into action. And turning it over to an institution or a committee is not action, most of the time. Followthrough was needed, and quick decisions "just in case."
I personally think Holmes's parents should have been notified, and if they were, they too should have moved to take some action regarding their son's condition of mind. Though I know from experience that parents are largely powerless in these situations where the kid is an "adult." But of all people in the world they are the ones who know him best and their input might have been valuable in the prevention of a mass killing.
This is a situation where a real evaluation of what happened when, who knew what when, could be of great help in preventing another similar situation. Nothing is going to happen unless the (associate)perps are held to account, either. There needs to be a law dealing with the responsibility of giving out drugs and the need for accountability. YAZZYBEL
I just heard or read that the psychiatrist of James Holmes, Dr. Lynne Fenton, became "alarmed" in June regarding his state of mental imbalance. She reported it to the University of Colorado, who did nothing.
That was it. No excuses, no reasons, and no responsibility.
I'm sorry, Dr. Fenton and Colorado University, but alarm does not last that long---June to now. It's too strong, too intense an emotion to be sustained.
When you get an alarm, you turn it off and go into action. And turning it over to an institution or a committee is not action, most of the time. Followthrough was needed, and quick decisions "just in case."
I personally think Holmes's parents should have been notified, and if they were, they too should have moved to take some action regarding their son's condition of mind. Though I know from experience that parents are largely powerless in these situations where the kid is an "adult." But of all people in the world they are the ones who know him best and their input might have been valuable in the prevention of a mass killing.
This is a situation where a real evaluation of what happened when, who knew what when, could be of great help in preventing another similar situation. Nothing is going to happen unless the (associate)perps are held to account, either. There needs to be a law dealing with the responsibility of giving out drugs and the need for accountability. YAZZYBEL
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