“He helped us, and we don’t even know his name. Who was that masked man?” “Don’t you know? He’s the Lone Ranger!”
I let the dogs out around 2:30 before we went to bed. It was snowing. It was freezing. They peed on the run. Luckily, that snow was only a dusting. I hope it melts. I don’t shovel. I don’t even own a novel. I noticed the snow on my car is melting so I am optimistic. If I have to, I’ll sweep. It is 23°.
No concert for me today. My croaky voice has yet to disappear. It is the only symptom left so I have high hopes that by Tuesday, my uke practice day, my voice will be back to its usual dulcet tones. We have two concerts this week.
When I was a kid, Saturday was my day while Sunday was a family day. I sometimes went to the early mass with my dad then we’d go to Dunkin’ Donuts. He was a plain donut man, an old fashioned donut man. I was a butternut fan. Once home, my father would make his coffee, always instant, and slather his donut with butter. He’d sit at the table and read the paper while enjoying his breakfast. I still have a vivid memory of my father at the table. He always faced the windows.
My favorite Sunday dinner is still roast beef, gravy, mashed potatoes and peas. My mother made the best gravy. I always drowned my potatoes. It was my last dinner at home before I left for Ghana.
I used to love to color. I’d get a coloring book in my stocking and in my Easter basket. I’d also get a set of crayons. I remember the set of 64 which came with a sharpener. I have a few unopened boxes of crayons I’m saving. One box includes all the retired colors. It came in a tin. One of my Christmas presents from Moe this year was a coloring book, My Coloring Book About Ghana. It has animals, masks, women dressed in cloth and a map of Ghana with all its regions. It is for kids under 8 years of age.
I am watching the very first episode of The Lone Ranger. The description says the Lone Ranger and his Native American partner fight for law and order. Tonto, when I was first watching this, used to be described as his Indian companion. It is Tonto who saves John Reid, the only Texas Ranger to live, after the ambush by the Cavendish Gang. I had forgotten that Tonto and the Lone Ranger had met when they were both young when it was John Reid who saved Tonto. Tonto calls the Lone Ranger Kemosahbe. I looked it up. I found, “Derived from gimoozaabi, an Ojibwe and Potawatomi word that may mean ‘he/she looks out in secret’, it has been occasionally translated as ‘trusty scout’ (the first Lone Ranger TV episode) or ‘faithful friend'”. I’m now on Episode 2. The Lone Ranger has just found a wounded Silver.
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January 21, 2024 at 4:39 pm
It’s HT, I’m pacing…10-10, I dunno
January 21, 2024 at 10:48 pm
How are you doing now? Congrats!!
January 21, 2024 at 7:50 pm
Hi Kat,
Today the temperature warmed up at about noon to above freezing. The sky clouded up and will barely get below 0° Celsius overnight. That’s freezing for everyone else in the world. President Carter started switching us to the metric system but Reagan killed it. Some folks call our system, “Imperial”. However, the British empire disappeared at the end of WWII and the British gallon is larger than our gallon.
Roast beef with mashed potatoes sounds good to me. When I was in the U.K. They served roast beef with Yorkshire pudding. I liked that nearly as much as the meat. When I first visited the U.K. I thought the country would be the land of warm beer, bad food, and ugly woman. I discovered that they do drink cold beer, some of their food is good, and many of the woman I saw were very attractive.
My parents were too cheap to ever buy the biggest box of crayons. You know, the one with the sharpener built into the box.
January 21, 2024 at 11:08 pm
Hi Bob,
I do hate that we are not on the metric system as I have to convert when I make something using a recipe from somewhere else. Some recipes do have a conversion table but they are few.
I make a great Yorkshire pudding. My friend who lived in England told me it was as good or better than any she has had. When I serve roast beef, I always buy it at the butcher’s shop. It is a bit more expensive but delicious. I figure if you are serving dinner to friends, expense can’t be an issue.
I found London to be the most diverse culinary city. You can find a restaurant of almost any cuisine. I love their Chinese food, a bit different than here.
I did have a box of 64 with a sharpener. It was in my Christmas stocking. I even now have a commemorative box of them.