Monday, February 2, 2015


I went to the Bob Seger concert in Atlanta (Duluth, actually, at the Arena at Gwinnett Place) this past Saturday night.  My goodness! the man puts on a great show!  I had attended one of his concerts in the 1980s, and it was the absolute best concert I'd ever experienced!  But the concert this past weekend was even better. 

I went with my oldest niece, Shannon, also a Seger fan.  We ate dinner at a nearby restaurant, the Arena Tavern, and the place was packed with old farts like me who were all headed to the concert as well.  I spoke with several of them and they were just as excited as I was.  We had a very good dinner; mine was the best fish tacos EVER.  I'll never eat fish tacos anywhere else.  

We managed to get a half-decent parking place at the Arena and found our seats with the help of the super friendly Arena staff.  After the concert, it sort of took forever to get out of the parking lot, and then we stopped at my sister-in-law's for the night.  We got there after 1:30 am, Sunday.  Beverly had waited up for us, but after the quick introductions, we all went straight to bed.

Despite some irritations with the opening act and the two twenty-something idiots seated directly in front of me, I had a blast!  

The warm-up act was the J. Geils Band.  They were loud, with too much microphone on the drums and bass guitar -- the kind that makes your chest rattle.  Very uncomfortable.  The lead singer, Peter Wolf, probably drunk and/or high as a kite, was especially annoying.  But on the good side, the keyboard guy was wearing a t-shirt that read "Stand with Women," and the harmonica player was good.

The two idiots, two girls who had probably just hit legal age, kept getting up for trips to the bar, and frequently they'd get up and do something that they must have thought was dancing but the rhythm of their movements had absolutely nothing to do with the rhythm of the music from the stage.  I paid good money for our seats and it annoyed me to no end when they got up and blocked my view of the stage.  My sister-in-law said I should have just reached out and knocked their heads together.  That would have been very satisfying.

However... just getting to hear Bob Seger live again made up for the annoyances.  I read somewhere that this was his last tour, and if I could afford to go to another city to see another concert, I'd do it in a heartbeat!

Bob Seger.  Good music.  I'm a fan.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Anybody Remember Me...??

Remember me?  I used to post to this blog quite regularly.  I am obviously falling down on the job.  I'll try to do better, but for now, I just want to wish everybody: 

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Seriously, Marie, You Have To Do A New Post

This is Randolph Hall on the College of Charleston campus.  My alma mater.  Such good memories.

 The Dock Street Theater (on left) and St. Philips Church in Charleston.

This is Suzzallo Library, the main library, on the campus of the University of Washington, where I went to library school.  

Downtown Seattle, the Space Needle, and Mt. Rainier.

(Sorry about the sizes of these pictures, but they don't look good any smaller.)

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Spring! -- I Missed Most Of It

I've been sick for most of the past three months.

First, I had a little cough, so I went to my doctor to take care of that.  But the cough continued.  In order not to keep waking Richard, I slept in my easy chair for a couple of nights. 

This was not a good idea. 

I wound up with a severe pain in my spine, just below my neck.  None of the OTC things I had on hand would touch it, and I was beginning to be concerned.  Finally, I asked Richard to take me to the emergency room. 

This also was not a good idea. 

I was admitted to the hospital, but before that happened they determined that I had a slight case of pneumonia, plus a dangerously low blood sodium level.  They hooked me up to an antibiotic IV drip...

....which turned out to be yet another bad idea.

The antibiotic wiped out pretty much most of my natural bacterial flora and I wound up with colitis.  This progressed into a Clostridium difficil infection of my colon.  C. diff. is an especially nasty bacterium which killed off even more of my intestinal flora.  To make a long story short, I had diarrhea for over a month.  The prescribed antibiotic I had did not kill the C. diff. completely.  My doctor sent me to a gastroenterologist in the middle of my first relapse, when I was still on the same antibiotic, and he said to give him a call if it came back. 

Which it did....

.....while Richard and I were visiting his sister and brother-in-law.  We arrived at their house on Friday evening, got up and had a fun and fabulous morning on Saturday, but then Saturday afternoon, I knew it was coming back.  We had to leave late Saturday to come home, even though we had planned to stay until after lunch on Sunday. 

I called the gastroenterologist, who prescribed an antibiotic that does nothing but kill C. diff.  It was expensive, but at that point I was glad to pay it.  It turned out that the price the pharmacist quoted to me was the without-insurance price ($2,400.00).  It was for a 14-day supply.  Fortunately my insurance covered most of the cost.  Also, my scientist husband did some research and found a pro-biotic that restores the vital flora that C. diff. kills. 

I've been taking these medications religiously, even getting up every morning at 4:00 am to take the first antibiotic of the day (4 per day).  I'm feeling pretty darn good now.  I think maybe the gastroenterologist nailed it.  Of course, if he hasn't, there's another, yet-more-outrageously-expensive antibiotic to try.  Oh, joy.

I'm looking forward to NO MORE RELAPSES!!  Dammit.

Well, I apologize for this bummer of a post, so here's another spring-celebration photo to cheer you up:

Y'all take care, and avoid hospitals!

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

What's a Stick of Butter?

For the nice commenter from the UK:  A stick of butter is one-fourth of a pound.  Here in the US, butter is usually sold by the pound and is divided into four separately-wrapped sticks.  Happy baking!  Sorry to take so long to respond.

Here's what a stick of butter looks like.  You can buy both salted and unsalted butter here.

Friday, July 5, 2013

As I Promised....Here's A Recipe

My mother worked in our hometown post office.  Since our hometown contained only about 3,000 people, almost all of them knew my mother.  One of her coworkers was Mattie Saylors, a substitute mail carrier.  (I never did get the P.O. hierarchy; Mama worked full-time for years as a substitute clerk before she was promoted to clerk.)  Anyway... Mattie Saylors gave my mother this recipe:

Mattie Saylors's Fool-Proof Pound Cake

3 cups sugar
2 sticks margarine (I guess you could use butter, but why tinker with perfection?)
1 heaping tbsp Crisco
5 eggs
1 tbsp vanilla
3 cups flour
3/4 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
1 cup whole milk

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.  Grease and flour tube pan or Bundt pan.

Cream sugar and shortenings.  Add eggs, one at a time.  Add vanilla.  Combine flour, salt, and baking powder and add to batter alternately with milk, ending with flour.  Bake for about 50 minutes until a toothpick comes out clean.  Cool in pan for 20 minutes.  Turn out onto cake platter.

This is a wonderfully tasty pound cake.  I hope you try it and enjoy it.

Now, I may have to go bake a pound cake.....

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Good Heavens.... it is June 18, 2013, and I think it's high time I posted again!  I don't have anything of great import to say, so I guess I'll just say it anyway.  What?!?!

Here's a nice picture I found and it's followed by a nice Irish wish:

"May your heart be warm and happy, 
with the lilt of Irish laughter, 
every day in every way, 
and forever and ever after."

I'm sitting here listening to Eric Clapton.  The album is called Clapton Chronicles, and it's pretty darn good.  Well, it IS Clapton.

I'm still off the Diet Coke.  I had been going to Starbuck's and getting myself an iced mocha, but I've come up with my own recipe, so I prepare it at night and put it in the refrigerator, then in the morning I put it in a suitable container over ice and head on out to work.  That's usually the only caffeine I have on any given day, but that gives me some leeway to have more if I'm in the mood.

I've also been going to the YMCA, which is just up the road a piece from our house.  I get up at 5:00 am and usually get there by 5:40.  I do as much as I can stand (I'm still working on building up stamina) and then I go home and have some protein, usually yogurt.  At that time of day, I usually have the place to myself, at least the women's area.  I had to run a man out of there the other day.  He missed the sign that says "Women Only Area."  He seemed to be both pissed and embarrassed.  He should pay attention to what's going on.

In case you didn't know, I'm an Atlanta Braves fan.  I watch them play at every chance.  Last night they were still in a rain delay when it was time for me to go to bed.  Maybe Atlanta won't get rain tonight.  They're still number 1 in the NL East.  It sure would be nice to see them in the Series again.

The picture below is here just because I like it.  I don't know if it's a photograph or a painting.  But it's nice.  It's even better when it's bigger and also my desktop wallpaper.

I think I may have to start posting a few recipes.  I have some good ones that my family passed down to me, some that I've found elsewhere and tweaked a little to suit me.  Next time.

Well that's all the rambling I can do today.

I hope everybody has a lovely day, week, month, year, lifetime...