October Tweeting

Vickianne1Saving seats for Joey’s band concert; program lists him in trumpets. Nobody tells me anything. Last year he played drums.6:44 PM Oct 8th

Vickianne1Joey, the only percussionist in jazz band, played every piece, & wonderfully! I am so proud!8:07 PM Oct 8th

Fuzzy, but I got him…

 Vickianne1Only in FL: don’t choose the lane behind the beautiful black Mustang if you want to move. That poor horse is wasted on a slow old man.6:13 PM Oct 20th

Vickianne1Dear son, re: Orionid meteor showers tonight-“Peak activity is expected around 6 am ET”. I DO NOT have to get up in the middle of the night.8:25 PM Oct 20th

Vickianne1That Nook is pretty cool & I’ve already started a library;no one could sneer at my PILES of books;easy to evacuate them all in a hurricane.9:15 PM Oct 20th

Vickianne1I am really up, with brain engaged,@4:25am?  Should I buy a Nook, should I take Uncle Sam to see Jess, should I support the co holiday party? 4:28 AM Oct 21st

Vickianne1Alright, already – I’m still up, I may as well haul myself out to the deck, in the dark, to see what I can see in the way of shooting stars.                  5:24 AM Oct 21st

Vickianne1So, there I am in my chair, wrapped in a blanket, gazing up at the dipper thinking, this is meditation, living in the moment….. 5:52 AM Oct 21st

Vickianne1…when the neighbor’s air conditioner kicks in like a jet engine. Saw 3 or 4 shooting stars.Bet the view from the Grand Canyon was just it.                   5:55 AM Oct 21st

Vickianne1My pUniverse says Mars, Saturn, Venus & Mercury are all visible at the moment. I’m going back out.5:59 AM Oct 21st

Vickianne1Yeah, they are all rising in the east, over town – too much light. So, Orion, thanks for the early morning company.6:23 AM Oct 21st

Staff at work….

Vickianne1Only in FL: I am behind an old guy on a Gold Wing (motorcycle) bearing a handicap license tag.6:39 PM Oct 22nd

Vickianne1He’s hauling that handicap at a good 30mph.6:41 PM Oct 22nd

VickiBarry– does this make me a bad parent- boy had technical difficulties with his belt. when it finally latched, wouldn’t open again. …11:48 AM Oct 25th

VickiBarry  my response to this crisis? hope you don’t have to pee today. he finally pried it open & changed belts. problem solved! 11:50 AM Oct 25th

Vickianne1Driving between offices, reading the new Patricia Cornwell @ red lights.2:19 PM Oct 26th

Blaise0507 @Vickianne1 Is that better or worse than watching Twilight. Your head stone will read: iDead.3:23 PM Oct 26th

VickiBarry  @Blaise0507 Better, I think. EMS knowing you were watching Twilight is like them seeing your dirty underwear. At least in my mind.2:53 PM Oct 26th

VickiBarry  Have decided that my mother needs to teach a mgmnt seminar explaining that its OK to make an employee cry sometimes for company morale.9:10 AM Oct 26th

VickiBarry  Because right now, my fearless leaders are not helping morale & are not inspiring confidence because they don’t want tears. Get over it!9:11 AM Oct 26th

Vickianne1@VickiBarry do you want me to come over and make someone cry?11:15 AM Oct 28th

Vickianne1@VickiBarry My boss thinks my most valuable talent is calmly making people cry.1:28 PM Oct 26th

Vickianne1I would prefer my daughters be witches rather than princesses for Halloween…… internal vs external power? self aware vs self centered? 3:44 PM Oct 30th

Vickianne1It seems that a dog lick can ‘end call’ on iPhone. How cute! 3:45 PM Oct 30th

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Television

Woke up this morning thinking about television. I couldn’t sleep last night and didn’t feel like reading so I spent some time browsing Netflix Instant Watch. I finally chose a movie – Gross Pointe Blank, which so reminded me of my son, and I would never have watched if I had not been open to wasting time (by my own definition). None of the television tempted me. I don’t watch much television, and never have.

 I probably haven’t followed a dozen shows religiously in my life: 1. Partridge Family; 2. Hill Street Blues; 3. NYPD Blue; 4. Charmed; 5. Bones. There may be some I’ve forgotten. There are others I’ve happened across in the middle, and many I’ve lost interest in (House). I’ve popped in and out of Days of Our Lives for nearly 40 years, it’s become nostalgic now. I’d get in a mood to watch a sitcom and would turn on Golden Girls or Designing Women or Mad About You or Everybody Loves Raymond or King of Queens (Two and a Half Men, How I Met Your Mother), but I’ve never turned them on because “it’s 8pm Tuesday”. I’ll watch a rerun of any of those if the mood strikes, but it’s rare.

 I’ve been taking a hit or miss survey of people in an attempt to find an intellectual series that will keep my attention and enable me too, to converse about episodes at the water cooler. NCIS got enough first and singular votes that I’ve watched the first 4 episodes. So far, so good. I was talking to one of our doctors last week, who told me she got her son hooked on NCIS, so I was excited to get her vote. Someone else told me his wife loves Bones and NCIS because of the character dynamic – also a very good reason.

 I’ve watched all of Castle online, but that could fade fast. Like Ghost Whisperer, which I thought I loved. For one season. Medium kept my attention for a couple seasons, but then started to scare me. Trying on Eastwick this season. I have odd taste, no one likes those shows. It’s all reality or dancing or Law & Order or CSI, none of which I can handle.

 So, why am I bothering to write about a medium I have to force myself to entertain? It’s always the nostalgia factor. When I was a kid there were cartoons after school and Saturday. My brothers were obsessed and never let anyone (me) choose the channel(of 4). I recall that I have watched some Bugs Bunny, Felix the Cat and Speed Racer. Many nights I would stay over at my grandparents and they watched Lawrence Welk, and Wild Kingdom and any Christmas or Country Music special that was on. At some point I requested and watched Petticoat Junction. There was another point in our life when we went to my grandparents house every night for dinner. I was pre- or early teens and I sucked up the tv. Gramp let us watch the Munsters and Star Trek every night. My mother was deadset against anything scary or sci fi, but she wouldn’t argue with Gramp.

 If my parents watched tv at home it was after I was in bed. If my father was at home on weekends he would watch westerns or war movies (I also hate to this day).I was between 4 & 8 when we had a babysitter who watched American Bandstand. I HATED that show. It felt out of place in our house. I remember being other places and people would be watching The Three Stooges, or those kids with Alfalfa, or Rin Tin Tin and I hated it all. I’m not sure why and I’m curious so I’ll have to contemplate on that. Maybe I had a deep seated dislike of having all attention riveted on that box. It wasn’t because we had to be quiet, I was always quiet, but perhaps it was that everyone else was quiet. I was an observer and that had to have been deadly boring to me, especially since I had no interest in the television.

 As I got a later bedtime I saw my mother didn’t watch tv either, though I hate to admit to being like her in any way. In fact, I recall her attempting to watch Peyton Place and Bewitched when they were all the rage. When I was about 15 our television broke, I listened to the Partridge Family because the picture was faint. It wasn’t replaced for years. We lived in another house later where Charlie obsessed over cartoons again, but as a teenager I had no interest whatsoever – I only wanted to be in the woods. I did some babysitting for two little boys and we watched cartoons every Saturday. I’d be reading the Trixie Belden books I bought with my wages, but I did enjoy Scooby Doo. That was an intriguing bit of television. Those little kids loved it, but it also seemed to be aimed at my own age group.

 Gramp liked to watch baseball and the sound of it still is very soothing to me because it reminds me of being in that house, which was the only safe haven of my entire childhood. I would sit next to him and he taught me about baseball and rooting for the underdog. Family lore tells that my great-grandfather, James Seaman, played for the Brooklyn Dodgers. I can’t find online evidence, but we have pictures in his uniform. Apparently the entire family was shattered when the BROOKLYN Dodgers defected. They could never take up with the Yankees, but those underdog Mets became the family team.

 Gramp also watched the national news every night of his life (along with reading two newspapers everyday). A habit that would be very out of place now is that when the news, or the ball game, or Lawrence Welk was over he turned off the television. It didn’t run all day, he didn’t channel surf to find something else to watch, he turned it off and went about his life. There was a small rectangular button that pushed for on and off, and a dial to choose the channel. It went up to some ungodly number that I never understood (30? 50?); I asked but no one knew. (Gramp would glory in technology of today). We lived 50 miles from New York City and we got their channels through a giant metal antennae on the roof. We had channels 2 (CBS),4 (NBC), 7(ABC) and 13(public television). The networks are still the same to this day.

 

And, oh, another important note to my descendants – the television was all in black & white. You know, like that option on your digital camera to make photos look OLD. Although, the kids I babysat for had color – it was a little bright and alarming, but Scooby Doo in my memory is colorful!

Paracord, Small Towns & Grandma

In a sort of six degrees of separation way, paracord is related to my grandmother.

It all started with my penchant for survival gadgets, which prompted my son to send me a bracelet braided from paracord that can be unraveled in an emergency.  Next I found online instructions for making my own, at which time I asked Blaise for a source of colored paracord.  Not finding the latches, I let the whole thing stew for months.  Last week on another blog, instructions once again pop up, siting supply sources.  I checked Blaise’s recommendation for cord and it’s the same.  I order everything and notice the Supply Captain is on Western Avenue in Marlboro, NY.  I guess they’ve become popular and their website mentions their proximity to West Point.

Marlboro is a tiny little town with an IGA and an Italian bakery on the main street.  We’d stop to buy bread (and sometimes Italian cookies) on our way up the mountain to my grandparent’s for dinner.  Ziti, sausage and meatballs.  I would grate the cheese into a bowl as Grandma prepared individual bowls of salad on her small kitchen table.  I’d carry them into the huge dining/family room off the kitchen that was at one time an outside deck.  The cloth covered table was actually a large slab of wood on legs.  Apparently they didn’t make a table large enough for our entire family when gathered on holidays.

The little house, that my grandfather built, was on a hill over a creek.  The front door was level with the street, but the back had an entire staircase down to the back sidewalk that ran around the house.  Out front was a giant flagpole.  When it was time to change the flag the family all coincidentally had gathered.  Pickup trucks were backed up to the pole and the men had a grand time.  There were two bedrooms and one bathroom and a living room that was never used.  I would take a book and hide there.  Everyone eventually walked by on the way to the bathroom.  The basement was finished but not heated., and the garage housed Grandma’s little red Nissan three speed.

In the summer she tended her gardens and hung clothes on the line strung on the side hill.  The house was dark red with white shutters and there was a skinny porch on the front.  My sister and I would go out there to play Barbie or paper dolls.  The creek would be lower in the late summer and purple flowers would erupt everywhere.  Grandma fed the ducks everyday.

Reading ” Marlboro, NY” makes me want to go back to that house.  Makes me want to check the real estate listing.  Makes me imagine that it’s really fall as I cuddle in my blankets in the chilly air pretending that the heat is really on and the sliding glass door is not really open.  Is it really the house that lures me back?

Amusing Tweets from My Son

Blaise0507:Spent most of yesterday with an Iraqi home-made 76mm rocket launcher in my BACKSEAT! Road rage? Me?! What did YOU do on Monday?11:22 AM Sep 29th from web

VickiBarry:  @Blaise0507 if I had gotten my hands on one of those yesterday, there’s a very real chance I would’ve used it. BTW, your job is scary.11:32 AM Sep 29th

Blaise0507@VickiBarry my jobs scary? You should have seen the KS drivers when I stuck that MFer out my window! Muhahahahaha!11:38 AM Sep 29th

VickiBarry @Blaise0507 Scarier than your job is the fact that they actually let you drive around with the thing. Don’t they know you at all?11:45 AM Sep 29th

Blaise0507@VickiBarry I should have taken it straight to the Museum, but couldn’t resist playing Mad Max instead. All I needed were those tight pants.12:02 PM Sep 29th

VickiBarry @Blaise0507 Sorry, I just threw up a little in my mouth. You are a freak. Have I told you that lately?12:13 PM Sep 29th

Blaise0507@VickiBarry a freak with an insurgents rocket launcher…12:29 PM Sep 29th

VickiBarry @Blaise0507 told the boy your mad max story. he can’t wait to tell his friends why his uncle is more awesome than any of theirs.10:47 PM Sep 29th

Blaise0507: Bathroom is downstairs. Just learned there is a regulation that says I can’t pee out the window any more. Seems I wasn’t the first?2:20 PM Oct 2nd

Blaise0507: Is $7k too much to spend on a watch? I mean…Doc Ford has one?!6:05 PM Oct 4th

VickiBarry @Blaise0507 Your mother is going to do the walrus when she reads that. You know that, right?6:28 PM Oct 4th

Blaise0507:I’ve probably said this before but Rick Blane may be my all time Hero.7:51 PM Oct 10th

Vickianne1@ Blaise0507 who is Rick Blane?8:43 PM Oct 10th

Blaise0507@Vickianne1 I’m going to drink until I can forget that you asked that9:21 PM Oct 10th

 Vickianne1@Blaise0507 but why’s the rum gone?2:05 PM Oct 11th

Blaise0507 @Vickianne1 Rick from Cassablanca, the Cynic of Cynics…10:03 PM Oct 10th

Vickianne1: For the record, son, I have never watched Casablanca. You know how I dislike drama.10:22 AM Oct 11th

Blaise0507 If Mom accidentally calls me ONE MORE TIME we’re trading her iPhone for a Jitterbug, I sh@t you not.8:07 PM Oct 18th

VickiBarry @Blaise0507 She does that to me too. And every time, she tells me that you keep telling her to lock her phone.8:12 PM Oct 18th

Blaise0507@VickiBarry you’re not HEARING me. The JITTERBUG!9:14 PM Oct 18th

Old Memories, Thanksgiving & Apple Pie

18 Nov 2001

My daughter, who has raised a 6 year old without EVER cooking, asked for my apple pie recipe yesterday.  She’ll bring the pie for dinner.  I haven’t told her how apple pie is haunting me.  How it takes me straight to the last “normal” day I ever had with Mark.  How her father hated pumpkin pie, but so loved the first apple pie I ever made he never let a holiday go by without me making them.  Since I last made an apple pie they are both gone forever.

Scott called yesterday to verify I was making apple pies. It’s all so bittersweet.  My apple pie lives on.  Is apple pie going to become part of my legacy?  How simple, how silly, how ironic that I don’t even eat it?

 

I’ll peel the apples, Aunt Vic…..

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