Day 283: Summertime!

Today is the first day of [meteorological] summer. I’m delighted. I love summer. I’ll also get to use this delight again on June 20, the astronomical first day of summer this year.

I also received my first StitchFix in over a year. I was delighted to see they sell NYDJ* and signed up for a Fix just because of that (and because I like surprises). I also bought a pair of NYDJ jeans and a pair of ballet slipper shoes last month. I’m sending everything except the jeans and a comfortable bra. All the clothes were adorable, just not on me.

*Funny story: I’ve been wearing NYDJ jeans for a few years. The style fit me perfectly and didn’t have a low rise. Because I’ve been wearing them daily for over two years, they are kind of falling apart. I went to the store where I bought one pair and they didn’t have that style. I went to another store and same story. Turns out that style has been discontinued. In the second store the conversation went like this:

  • Me: Hi, do you still sell these jeans, pointing at my leg. The brand is New York something. DJ???
  • Salesclerk: Not Your Daughter’s Jeans?
  • Me: No, New York something jeans.
  • Salesclerk: NYDJ?
  • Me: Yes. New York DJ
  • Salesclerk: Yes, Not Your Daughter’s Jeans
  • Me: Ha! And here I thought they were fancy New York designer jeans. That’s embarrassing.
  • Salesclerk: No problem. And we don’t have any right now. Maybe later in the summer.

Day 268: Another Vaccination and Chat with Clare

This morning I received my second shingles vaccination. While the side-effects were not delightful, the feeling of having all my old lady vaccinations done is.

I had a delightfully long (2 hour) phone call with Clare last night. Among other things, we discussed the CDC’s new mask guidelines and agreed that we thought it was wrong and too early. I, however, pointed out that the CDC is not a policymaking organization, but one that provides guidelines based on science. Clare reminded me that the CDC did make a judgment call back at the beginning of the pandemic when masks were in short supply and we were encouraged to not wear them so the hospitals and first responders had enough. She suggested that the CDC could have done the same this time by not posting the new guidelines that masks are unnecessary for fully vaccinated people. The CDC is not filled with stupid people and it has to have known that antivaxers might take advantage of the fact that it is impossible to know if someone is vaccinated or not by just looking at them.

In the end we agreed that everyone needs to be critical thinkers. And we’ll continue to wear masks for the time being.

176 – 183 Some Delights, Some Gratitude

I feel as if I am not looking hard enough for daily delights. Days and weeks are just the same old, same old.

Let’s see —

New computer

I bought a new-to-me (refurbished) desktop for the attic study mostly because my laptop (which is still great) is very low on storage space. I could have moved things off the laptop to external drives, but this deal came up ($150 for a decent refurbished Lenovo ThinkCentre) and I pressed “buy” without out much thought. It arrived and works very well. So what if I cannot use video backgrounds with Zoom.

Vacation planned

Dean’s been wanting to get away so I researched and booked an Airbnb in Savanah. The weather should be nice and maybe I will see Painted Buntings!


Dean and I had Last Word cocktails on Friday (yum but strong!) and less potent champagne (cava actually) cocktails on Saturday.

The Secret History

I started reading The Secret History, Donna Tartt’s first novel since my last post. It was a book group read early on in the history of the book group (pre-1999) and probably before I joined in 1995 (the book group was founded a few years before I joined). Anyway, I wasn’t sure I liked it when I started reading it. The first couple of chapters were a slog, but I am having a hard time putting it down now. I might have given up in the middle of chapter two, but Clare said she loved the book. I assumed she would with the ancient Greek and all. Interestingly it takes place at a fictional college in Vermont that is based on Tartt’s alma mater, Bennington — a school I really wanted Clare to visit on her college tour because it is where Shirley Jackson wrote most of her works.

Letting go

I threw away a 17 year-old can of Bird’s custard yesterday. I kept the 9 year-old one though.

In the more grateful than delightful category:

Electricity, water, heat

As I hear about the power outages in Texas, I should be grateful (if not delighted) I live where a winter storm might cause power outages, but we’d still have water and the power company is prepared for winter weather.

Life and health

As the numbers of people dead from Covid-19 in the United States near half a million, I should be grateful that I am healthy and wealthy enough to be able to stay away from people who might be exposed. I am able to have groceries delivered instead of going to the store. I don’t have to go to a job where I might be exposed.

Day 73: The Day of Waiting, Japanese Inspired Food, and Ulick

We voted early, by mail (actually got the ballots in the mail, filled them out and deposited them in a dropbox) so that was not something we needed to do today. I refused to look at the news all day and am going to bed early. I am so very worried that the trumpet will win again and I don’t know what I will do.

That’s not to say we had no delights today. Dean grilled tuna and we made tuna with soba noodles for dinner. (Yum!) We also had saketinis (why have I never had one of these before?). Our chopsticks were red and blue, we had one of each color.

Finally, I spent some of today on the honeymoon photos again. I got through our Ireland photos and chuckled delightfully when I found the photo of Ulick.

Ulick was our bed and breakfast host in Galway. He came up to us at the train station and asked if we needed a place to stay, told us his fee and we decided to go with him as it was easier than finding somewhere on our own.

His house was fine, our bedroom was cozy, although filled with religious icons. His breakfast, however, was unique.

I don’t remember that much about the food, probably fine, probably typical Irish breakfast, but things got cold as he chatted with us about his life and asked us about ours. At one point while we were drinking our tea Ulick asked Dean if he’d ever had Poitín. When Dean replied that he didn’t even know what it was, Ulick poured some into Dean’s tea. Dean tasted it, then coughed. Poitín, you see, is Irish “moonshine” and very potent. Note that I was not offered a taste…

Ulick in his kitchen.

On the very rare occasion that Dean accidently tucks his outside shirt into his underwear, I call him Ulick.

Featured photo courtesy The Washington Post.

Day 72: An Act of Kindness; also Nikki McClure

Today, the day before the day of waiting, I needed to find a spice in the back of the spice cupboard and needed a stool to reach it. I was delighted to see that after months of not having a handle, my step-stool now had a sturdy twine handle. I’d asked Dean to help me figure out how to make a handle for the stool because I was afraid of pinching my fingers every time I opened or closed it. He came through.

Have you heard of Nikki McClure? Most likely not. I’d not heard of her either until I saw some of her work in Olympia where she lives, writes and creates amazing works of art with one piece of black paper cut with an X-Acto Knife. Check out her website, I guarantee you will love her artwork. (Actually, go to BuyOlympia instead — her website seems to be having trouble loading images at the moment.)

Every year I request a Nikki McClure calendar from Clare (who, as you know, lives in Olympia too). The image below is the November artwork and it hangs on my refrigerator. I looked at that this morning and whispered a tiny prayer, “Please.”

Day 70: Halloween

I am not the biggest fan of Halloween festivities. Maybe I was as a kid — I am sure I was — but I don’t like it now. I think I first began disliking it when I was a teacher because the kids were always very worked up on Halloween, which we added to by providing them sugary snacks during our Halloween party. The following day was often worse, the kids having stayed up late eating their Halloween treats were either as excitiable as the previous day or sullen.

There are other reasons I don’t like Halloween that I won’t get into. They are a reflection on me and not the folks who do like it.

But every Halloween I do think about a delightful Halloween. Our black mitten-kitten (polydactyl) cat, Halloween. She was the friendliest cat ever and much loved by all of us.

Day 68: Several Delights

Google suggested I conjure up a 3D ghost with my phone today, and who am I to refuse Google? I was also given the option to create a dancing skeleton. Delightful!

Most Thursdays bring me a large box of vegetables and other goodies from a company called Hungry Harvest that “rescues” produce. Today I received such a box and it was delightful, just like all the other Thursday deliveries.

When I stepped outside to pick up my HH box I noticed that the neighbors received a delivery too. I am pretty sure it was a fire hazard at that point. I don’t know how they were able to get out their front door. Nonetheless, the giggle that escaped my lips was delightful when I saw the overcrowded porch.

Finally, I have repurposed Dean’s side of the attic. I will no longer call it “Dean’s side of the attic” and get pissed off that he has more than one office to call his own when he never, ever works up there. Now that we’ve got a comfy chair, it is my reading room and non-electric writing room. I will continue to keep it tidy because I want to, not because Dean insists I do. The letting go of the anger and resentment is delightful as is sitting in the chair, reading and sitting at the desk writing with a pen and paper.