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Random 5 Saturday ~ Birthdays, Rinks and COVID19

It’s Saturday, the sun is shining and it’s time for 5 randoms from my world.  Ready? Set? Go!

1 )  Celebrating oldest boy’s birthday later today ~ which called for some home-made baking straight out of Mommacita’s kitchen.   My blueberry-loving boy gets a blueberry/peach cobbler and the rest will enjoy a Triple Chocolate “Rink” Cake (good enough to take to the rink, a nod to the winter home of my childhood).  That sheen on the cake? That’s from butter in the homemade chocolate buttercream frosting.  Margarine is never gonna give you that sheen ~ Love baked in every bite!

Blueberry Peach Cobbler

Triple Chocolate “Rink” Cake

Indeed it is

2 ) Speaking of the Rink .. it remains the H E A R T of my prairie home. Talking with my sister last night she filled me in on the “Spa Spiel” happening this weekend – a 3 day curling bonspiel, with 16 teams, ages ranging from grade school to seniors.  (** Winning team gets a trip to the local hot springs Spa**)  The rink kitchen will be humming with volunteers frying onions for “rink burgers,”  serving up homemade pie, homemade soup and homemade buns, all donated from area residents.   Those not curling will be visiting, skating, playing cards, eating pie and enjoying what’s likely to be the last winter “hurrah” for the real ice of that small-town prairie rink.   Spring will come and the ice will go – it’s just the way it’s always been.

I remember coming in to warm up, after skating for hours, and finding enough change for an ice cold-coke or Sprite out of this cooler.   We’d pull our drink out of the frosty water, wipe it off with the rag that’d been there forever, and enjoy, our cheeks burning as they warmed.    It is not possible to craft a better childhood and I’m so glad to hear those prairie traditions continue!

the old Coca-Cola chest …

 

3 )  Signs of Spring are everywhere – but March came in like a Lamb.  We all know what that means!

Roar !

4 ) Woke up to emails from airlines that I have upcoming business trip tickets with  ~ and assurances about clean air and cabin cleaning….  No CoVid19 around here yet but the FLU (which kills thousands every year) has been rampant, with many schools having to close for a week at a time.   NoroVirus, Influenza A and H1N1 are all in play – blah.   Between us, I’ve got a feeling my corporate conferences are about to be scrapped.   And that’s OK by me.

5 )  My new indulgence – Cuban coffee  ~ oh Mylanta, so good!

 

What’s new in your world?

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Random 5 Friday .. the pm version

Here we are again, peeps.  Random 5 Friday is back and I give you the Friday night edition!

1) Normally on Friday nights, I’d be out doing something with Hubbs. Dinner. Meeting up with friends. Something.  OR we might be stay in and sit near the fire. Not tonight. After his disastrous travel schedule a few weeks back, he had back to back meetings and ended up sick with the flu this week. He did like I did .. he worked through – as in worked his job — and I think that when you do that, you end up with “it” longer.  So, tonight’s not date night at my house, it’s Alka-Seltzer-Plus and Puffs, Vicks-Vapo-Rub and extra blankies night.   Poor guy.

2) On the way home, in the driving sleet, I thought, “Hey, maybe I should take this opportunity to reorganize some closets and do some deep cleaning!”  And then good sense got the better of me and I stopped for a pizza, ginger ale for hubbs, a couple of Lime Beers for me, turned on the tunes and settled in to listen to the wind howl away the night.

3) #2 reminds me that I don’t really like a routine without him in it.   Probably should tell him that.  But not tonight. He’s under 2 blankets and moaning.  At this point, he needs space ….. without me in it, unless I’m bringing him ginger ale or soup.  Poor guy!

4)  A week from Monday, I fly off to our nation’s capital.  Like I mentioned last year in Milestones, not that long ago I wasn’t even a citizen of this great country.  I could pay taxes, but I couldn’t vote.  I felt like a bystander. But soon I’m off to the highest Governmental offices in the land to represent my company and our business.  Pretty. Sweet.  Pretty. Surreal.  Pretty… Awesome!

5) I saw this today and it not only made me laugh, now the song is stuck in my head:

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Do you remember that song? What’s your Random 5, this chilly Friday night?

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Derailed

Racing into the week, I noticed its arrival upon waking Monday.

A scratch. A tickle.

A cough that just wouldn’t go away.

Pshaw, I thought, I’m just over tired and it’s probably due to the smoke from our Casino visit the other day and..and.. and.

And then came Tuesday.

That cough … now a hack, one that hurt, with a flush creeping up my neck and pinching, the kind of pinch like my brother standing behind and squeezing my neck as a kid. That kind of pinch. Ugh.

A call to the Doctor’s office, a mention of “it might be the flu” and an opening mid-day.

Sitting in the waiting room, shivering.  Sitting in the examining room, sweating.

Swabbed, sneezing, waiting, wondering.

Negative for flu, thank you!

Not so fast.

“I don’t like the sound of your lungs.”

I threw some humor on it, “oh you mean the snap-crackle-pop?”

“Yeah, those aren’t Rice Krispies.”

Bugger.

Antibiotics – rest – fluids – warmth – and worst of all – no talking!

I stayed home today, in my chair, command central. Listened in on a few conference calls, managed emails, read, dozed, sipped soup and stayed still.

And then, around 4:00 it hit me, there’s still one Christmas present yet to try:

in Cobalt blue .. my favorite

The Keurig Mini ..  in Cobalt blue .. my favorite

Being derailed might not be so bad after all.

How about you? Has the flu hit your house?  Tried out any nifty gadgets lately?

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on Racing

I read a quote last night that stuck with me:  “If you’re always racing to the next moment, what happens to the one you’re in?”

Wow, is that ever my life right now.

List-maker, do-er, chief domestic engineer.  Full-time staffer, Mom, wife, Nana, cousin, sister, friend.

The weekend was just here, right?

We had a full day Saturday so Sunday was my cook-a-bunch of stuff/get the laundry done/talk to my Mom and such kinda day … then came Monday, and it started all over again.

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where is it?

Somewhere in there is room for me, right?

I think the reason that quote hits me so hard is that we just had 10 days off — 10 glorious days over Christmas to enjoy — 10 days we spent …  s i c k.

I’m glad we had the time off to rest … but those best laid plans of fireside chats and trying new restaurants and sleeping in … were replaced by extra blankets, Vicks  Vapo-rub and soup.

Now, we’re back in the trenches.  Back in the guts and the glory without the time off we worked all year to get.

*Sigh*

Anyone else need a “do over” button?

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What getting sick taught me

I picked up a juicy little flu bug the day after Christmas and it’s systematically kicked my tail for 2 weeks – 2-whole-weeks.  Geez.

I’m on the mend (thank you GOD for antibiotics) and there now exist blocks of time where I’m no longer coughing up frogs.  Yay for that.

10 things I learned from being sick: Continue reading

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