Does this happen to you?

You’re discussing a TV show with your wife and she asks, “What was the name of the guy who played the detective?”  You are now in big trouble because you remember his face, the part he played but damned if you could remember his name.  You know that at some time in the future it will come to you, but when?  Might be five minutes, five hours, tomorrow or a few weeks from now.  To shorten the time you start straining to remember, then you play the alphabet game starting with A to see if by magic his name pops into your mind. A similar problem occurs when during a conversation you are trying to use a word that just will not come to mind.   How many of you have gone through that?  I know I have.  I can remember occasions where, as a result of one of my wonderful wife’s questions, spent a great deal of time coming up with the name she asked about.  You finally stop the mental search (giving up that is) and put it out of your mind, then days later the name pops into your mind.  Why?  Has your hard drive been silently searching and searching to come up with that answer.  Don’t know, but it always makes me marvel at what a strange and fabulous thing the human brain is.

Sorry, I’m straying from the reason I started this blog.  Did you know that there is a name for these strange lapses of memory?  It’s called Lethologica and is a psychological disorder wherein an individual temporarily forgets things like key words, phrases, or names in conversation.

Things to ponder

Those of you who spend time on Facebook might be aware of a site called “Remembering New Britain” were people make entries concerning their memories and experiences about things New Britain.  Many people have expressed fond memories of the Capitol Lunch famous hotdogs.  In fact people have begun to use the restaurant as a meeting place to discuss old and new times in the Hardware City.  Although I personally am not that fond of the sauce they use on their dogs, many others seem to be finatics about it.  In fact a few days ago someone living in Texas posted a recipe on Facebook for the hotdog sauce used by Capitol. I can only assume it is correct so I’m passing it along here.  If you want to get real authentic please remember the dogs have to be Martin Rosol’s.

                  CAPITOL LUNCH CHILI

2 lbs.   80/20% ground beef

1 medium onion chopped

5 tbs. Worcestershire sauce

5 tbs. A-1 steak sauce

1-1/2 tbs. chili powder

1-1/2 tbs. cumin powder

1 tbs. ketchup

1/4 tsp pepper

1-1/4 tsp salt

1 tbs. yellow mustard

1-1/8 tsp. ground cloves

1/2 tbs. chopped garlic

In a large skillet mix the meat with 1 cup of water and Worcestershire sauce and brown for about 15 minutes.  Place in a blender and mix as fine as you like.  Put the browned mix in a sauce pan and add the other ingredients and simmer for 2 hours.  You might need to add water if it gets too thick. Note the absence of beans or tomato sauce….Enjoy!

In a previous Blog entry I mentioned that we had received one of those daily calendars that featured a quote a day referring to forgetfulness.  I’ve included a few here that I thought you would enjoy.

“Quit the world, and the world forgets you”

 BRITISH PRIME MINISTER – BENJAMIN DISHRAELI

“Most of us forgive and forget; we just don’t want the other person to forget we forgave.”

 APHORIST IVERN BALL

“I prefer to forget both pairs of glasses and pass my declining years saluting strange

 women and grandfather clocks.”

  POET OGDEN NASH

“Your marriage is in trouble if your wife says. ‘You’re only interested in one thing,’ and

 you can’t remember what it is.”

 COMEDIAN MILTON BERLE

“Tom”

 TOM NISSALKE, the absentminded ABA and NBA basketball coach when asked how to pronounce his   

 name.

“People tend to forget their duties but remember their rights.”

 INDIAN PRIME MINISTER INDIRA GANDHI

My Exercise Program

Just returned from my daily exercise program.  Have to keep this splendid body of mine in good shape.  This program is something I developed myself after having tried several other popular ones.  Mine has the advantage of not costing anything and does not inflict sweating or pain to your body.  It generally takes me about 30 minutes to an hour to complete.  The program does not interfere with opportunities to socialize with friends if you wish and you're even able complete an annoying (to some people) household task at the same time.  What is this marvelous program and what's the task you ask?  It's my almost daily trip to the local Price Chopper to travel the long isles strengthening my muscles and getting the shopping done.  After completing my list and investigating any bargains, it's off to home I go to rest up those now tired muscles.  My muscles now rippling after the workout, I call upon Marge to come out and give me a hand.  What happens next destroys any prospect of having a nice day.  The bottom of one of the bags Marge is carrying bursts open and my garage floor is now covered with Bread and Butter pickles and Kalamata olives.  Those cheap bastards!  Couldn't they buy a better bag or double bag the heavy stuff?  There was of course a bright side, I have to go back to get them replaced giving me a chance for another exposure to my exercise program.

Be still my heart, I don't know if I could handle any more excitement.  Down to the office in the cellar where I'm able to rest and get some finger exercise writing these Blogs.  There is a reason these Blog entries have been so infrequent.  I sit at the computer and what comes to mind at once is some stupid thing to say about my advancing age.  I just can't put the words down, I feel so lousy about my obsession about age. Thank heaven I came up with something to get away from those thoughts.  Recently I was given a present from our very good friends.  In keeping with the age thing they gave me one of those desk calendars that have 365 pages with some story or quote for every day.  This particular calendar was all about forgetfulness, a subject we are getting more and more familiar with.  Anyway, long story short, the blurb for Sunday, January 17th was a quote by Norman Vincent Peale, Minister and Author.  He is quote was a follows:
                      "Live your life and forget your age"
I thought that was profound and decided that would give it a try

Boy's Night Out

A couple of years ago I made a very difficult decision.....stopped playing golf.   I'm really surprised that I was able to do this since I loved the game and really enjoyed the company of my playing partners. What made be quit?  In plain English my game began to suck and I was no longer having fun playing. I felt like I was a drag on my playing partner, but most of all my ego got in the way and remembering that a few years prior I actually had a decent game.  My Myrtle Beach playing partner took my place and the foursome was again complete.  Saturday mornings, our day to play, was not the same for me and it took quite awhile to get used to.  For a while I would join the group for the usual before golf breakfast and occasionally joined them for beers after their round finished.  These eventually went away and contact with the foursome became  extremely sporadic.

Fortunately spending some time with my friends and my son, who was a member of the foursome, did not totally go away.  On occasion we've gotten together for a few "Boy's Night Outs". The other night was one of them and proved interesting since we met at a new location, a bar of course, Johnny B's in Waterbury.  Typical small local bar with pool tables, a dozen flat screens, bar maids, and a real variety of customers....need I say more?  Big surprise came with the comprehensive menu supported by a chef/cook who I could tell was trying to do the menu justice.  Did not always succeed, but I gave him an "A" for effort.  Beer was, as usual cold and tasty (you never go wrong with Yuengling).

Our group has been together now for over thirty years, and believe it or not, we still like each other.  It was fun to spend the evening remembering so many of the experiences that over thirty years create.

The only thing that spoiled the evening was the look my wife gave me when I entered the house after our get together.  She looked at me, looked at the clock, and made some remark that made me realize how old I am getting. My son and I drove to Waterbury around 6:00 o'clock, ate dinner, drank a goodly share of beer, and walked in the house before the clock even struck nine.  Wow, even the girls stay out longer than that. What added to the feeling of advancing age,was remembering some of the conversations we had while drinking our beers.......we were discussing all the brown liver spots on our aging bodies.

What's For Dinner

What do you want for Dinner?

This is a question I pose to my wife nearly every day. " I don’t know" is the answer I usually get.  As exasperating as this answer is for me,  I totally understand why I get that response, and I’m good with it since I also have no idea what I want.  This evening’s dinner will be the 88,149^th in my life thus far. Since most meals are eaten at home, just think of all the decisions that had to be made.

There was no need for decisions for first few years of my life, mom just pushed her breast into my mouth and away I went. I've been told that I enjoyed that luxury a little too long, but that's another story. The next couple of decades were also a snap since that same mother made the supper (this is what we peasants called the evening meal) and there was no need for input from me.  Got married at nineteen and my wonderful bride was then given that nasty decision task.  I escaped again.  Hers was not an easy task as the children arrived, eventually a total of four, since their tastes did not jive with mine.  How she managed to keep us all happy at the table was short of a miracle, but she did it. 

As good practicing Catholics, Friday’s were a nightmare for her.  I love food and will eat just about anything and eating fish is far from a punishment or sacrifice for me, but unfortunately to get fish into the kids it had to be those “wonderful yuckie fish sticks”.  And let’s not talk about vegetables, one child (name kept out) detested string beans so strongly that it started to be funny.  Took her only a half a century to realize they were not that bad.

Well sitting back and enjoying having someone else make those decisions eventually came to an end.  With retirement and all the kids married and out of the house, it became my turn to do the cooking and make the resulting meal decisions.  At first it was rather easy, but after a few years it got tougher and tougher to maintain variety in the daily meals.  I found out how tough it must have been for my wife.  I enjoy food and love to cook so I’ve been very involved, even to the extent of putting together a family cookbook.

Even loving food and cooking still doesn’t make the daily dinner decision an easy one. The 88,149th meal should be a special one, don't you think? I’ve been thinking about just that all the while I was writing this little Blog. Took a while, but the answer finally came to me.

What a fabulous decision.........................we're go going out to eat!

Smokies Trip - 2015

I know you expected pictures of mountains, but I couldn't resist starting this Blog with flower pictures taken at our first stop on this bus trip, Longwood Gardens in Pennsylvania.  These pictures were taken in the conservatory since most of the outside gardens and displays were not in bloom yet.  This place is spectacular and a visit should be included in your "Bucket List".
So, with just one stop, this trip beats the hell out of the last one.  We both felt healthy and looked forward to the week of traveling and stopping at places we'd never been to.  Our next stop was the "Natural Bridge" in Virginia, another spectacular work of mother nature.  The picture does not capture how impressive it is when you walk under that huge piece of rock.  A highway runs right over the top of the arch.

We then traveled to "The Biltmore Home" in Ashville, North Carolina.  Shown here are the Topiary gardens on the property.

The Biltmore is the largest private home in the country and continues to impress on every visit.  This visit was special for us because the Biltmore was featuring the costumes used on one of our favorite shows, (Downton Abbey).  A great deal of walking was involved and made me realize how terribly out of shape I was.


Onward now to Tennessee where we went through Pidgeon Forge and spent some time in Gatlinburg.

Just had to include a picture of Gibb's car.

We spent the next day in Dollywood which was far more enjoyable than I expected.

Even took a train ride, saw replica of Dolly's Tennessee home, saw shows which included one in a fifties type hamburger joint.

Next stop was Nashville where we stayed at the huge, beautiful Opry Land hotel complex.  Enjoyed a very interesting three hour guided bus tour of the city and its highlights.  Had a nice dinner at the Aquarium Restaurant, a back stage tour of the Opry theater and an evening performance of the "Grand Old Opry.  The nice plane ride back to Hartford gave us a chance to sit back and thank the Lord for the great trip and especially the good health to enjoy it.

Knew It Wouldn't Last

With April starting off so nice it appeared that any bad luck was placed on a back burner.  Somehow it got moved once again to the front.  I went to move Marge's car to make room for the carpet guys and discovered a totally dead Kia, not even whimper when I turned the key.  Not even a light on anywhere.  Appeared to be a dead battery.  Kia road service came out and was unable to start it with a boost.  Dead cell in the battery.  Crowley was then called for help.  Am sitting here waiting for their tow truck to pick up the car and replace the out of warranty (of course) battery.  Why they just can't bring out a battery and replace the bad one is something I don't quite understand.

On the bright side the carpet people were able to use the other half of the garage to get the carpet in and do their thing.  They did a great job and everything else surprisingly went well.  Cellar is starting to look as good, and even better than it did before.  Now of course comes the tough stuff, moving furniture, computer, printers and everything else (six loaded boxes) back in and sorted.  New rug, cleaned and painted furnace room has actually put a little smile on this usually sour looking puss of mine.

House has been a little crazy this week.  Grandchildren all over the place.  Watching two of them while parents are vacationing on Kiawah Island, but we ended up with three more sleeping over one night after they treated us to a dinner at Gobi Restaurant.  They gave me a lesson on procedures in the Mongolian type grill.  Good fun except for my bloody nose which appeared to put a damper on the experience.  Food was good, however, and we had a great time.

Still waiting for the tow truck.  Entire situation is screwing things up.  Marge had a scheduled meeting to go to.  Now of course I could drive her, but who's going to wait for the tow truck.  I guess I'll go start lunch, that should bring them here to interrupt things. 

Will keep you posted.  I'm sure you're all very excited to hear about all the things going on in my life.....................lol. 

April Arrives

April is into its sixth day and it's still cold, even snowing in some places...unbelievable, what a terrible winter.  Spring might never come, we're probably going directly to summer when we can start bitching about the heat.

On a happier note Marge and I are back to normal health wise. Followup appointments with doctors have had favorable results.  Cellar office has been totally emptied in preparation for the installation of a new rug.  The leak that caused the big problem has been fixed and with any luck I'll be able to begin putting the cellar together.  It will be a pleasure to get all the computer and printer stuff off the dining room table and back downstairs.  Hosting an Easter dinner for twelve without a dining room table was not the easiest task, but we managed to set the porch up to handle it.

In keeping with family tradition  our egg conking contest was held with Sarah Palko taking the Mary Shield's trophy, (to honor Marge's mother who introduced the family to egg conking) keeping it in her family after mother Karolin had taken it home last year.  Following the contest the lamb and kielbasa (smoked and fresh) were savagely attacked along with homemade cheesy potatoes contributed by Jodi Wisk, beet salad, cole slaw, the now peeled hard boiled eggs, assorted breads, and wonderful pastries from New Jersey compliments of our Grandson Corey who joined us along with his girlfriend Lisa.

Just had two new toilets installed to take care of some persistent  problems>  Not exciting, but a trouble free  installation is quite uncommon.  Clean up of the furnace room was also completed including a paint job on the floor and even the walls. Carpets coming tomorrow.....wow, what a start to April, even the Uconn girls helping by playing for tenth championship.

Now to stay healthy, especially since we're going on another trip later this month.  No cruise this time, most of the traveling will be by bus.  At least the driver would be able to drop me right off at the nearest hospital instead of me having to suffer in a stateroom for six days.  Itinerary will be in Pennsylvania and Tennessee and will include Longwood Gardens, The Biltmore, Dollywood, Grand Old Opry, and the scenery of the Smokie Mountains.

I've got to stop now because I'm starting to feel funny writing about all this good stuff. Starting to have bitchy withdrawal's.

Onward to March

After writing about the "February from Hell" I was hoping I could write a happy, positive one now that March had arrived.  Unfortunately it appeared that March wasn't going to be much better.  Still cold, still more snow storms and when a little thaw started the leaks into the house started .  Ice laden gutters blocking the melting snow forcing the water under the shingles and sending it into the house and porch.  Three days of squeezing towels gave me great hand exercise I never planned for.  Thanks to continued warming the leaks have dried up and some patches of grass have begun to peek out of the snow banks. Hooray!.

I'm sure those patches of grass are a welcome sight to the deer herd residing in the orchard adjoining our property.  With the several feet of snow covering the ground the deer have pretty much had to strip the buds off all the branches they could reach.  They have started to feast on all our shrubs.  The elegant yews in our front yard now sport naked twigs instead of the nice luscious green ones they once sported.  They've even resorted to eating junipers so it's hard to be angry.

On the bright side, Marge and I have pretty much recovered from our February illnesses and getting things back to normal at the house has been very satisfying.  Still a lot to do, but progress has been made.