Snapped these last night while there was a flaming red sunset horizon line; the moon was just a fingernail in the sky and drinking up all these lovely shades of blue. My blue back porch chair has cracked at the seat; has had a lot of wear, wind, weather and rain, will have to replace it, but choosing the color might be hard!
We had a guest two days running; and I have been hitting the ground running, but kindly enough he and his wife brought me beautiful agates from the caves of Minnesota that I appreciate very much. Very nice couple, very nice dogs as mentioned before.
This morning couldn’t pass up an early morning treat–“The African Queen” was being shown, one of my favorite movies ever and I enjoyed it again so much. It has to have two of the best performances ever onscreen by Humphrey Bogart and Katherine Hepburn. It was a delight watch this morning with my coffee, and as I got ready to leave, I had to miss the last part and depart right as they made it to the lake and were going to torpedo the Louisa.
Every time I see that movie it reminds me how much I love tea, how much I used to drink it, and how much I could have used a good cup of it this morning!
Time for another dog video…
There’s a man who walks his dog on Metairie Court that looks like a fully grown version of the pooch below. He’s definitely bluish in color. I like him. I kept thinking what sort of name would you give a dog like that, and Blue fits most, but it’s been done to death. I thought about Levi (for bluejeans) and then it hit me: I would name him Indigo. This was a few weeks ago. Today we have a very nice visiting guest speaker who showed me pictures of his two Aussie hound dogs named Jasper–and Indigo! He sent me a picture of them that I’ll post here. Indigo was snapped when he was a pup in this picture. He’s a real snout grabber! They have that blue merle gene as do the State Dog of Louisiana, the Louisiana Catahoula Leopard Cur–which can produce that cut glass eye–one blue eye, one darker, or one eye that’s two-colored.
Speaking of colors and animals, I can no longer keep this strange dream to myself, where it came from, God only knows and forgive me if it gets a little off color. The other night, I dreamed I was aroused from a sounds sleep by a banging on my front door. I looked through the peephole onto a wild and windy, rainy night to see a man holding a kitten with a whitish head and brindled body in the wild weather. He called to me, “Darlene wants you to adopt this cat and take care of it.” I opened the door, took the kitten and closed the door. Suddenly the kitten started pooping almost whole green crayons in my arms–somehow he had eaten a bevy of green crayons. This dream jolted me awake, usually a sure sign it is prophetic and I sincerely hope there’s not green-crayon pooping kitten on my horizon because, Mon Dieu! what a mess!
I’m going to post the link to our department newsletter. I wrote the thing, named it, designed it and do the layout…my originals were way more creative, but Dr. Wu reminded me we are a scientific department while I am an “artist.” Both points still disputed. Went over this issue several times and now that’s it’s sent and done, saw three things I and someone else, missed, Dang! A common behind a period, a colon at the end of a title, and extra period behind a period. But overall, I’ll placed it here. Among the pictures are my dear Ximena, who visited just before Mardi Gras. Her time at the NIH in Bethesda has already given her a wonderful seasoned quality and we talked just like we had picked up from where we left off. It was wonderful to see her and I’ll repeat if ever I had a daughter I would have loved for it to have been Ximena; think I’ll also add to that Meggie Doucet! We already had our post Oscar chat!http://tulane.edu/som/departments/pathology/pathways.cfm
I overslept this morning, too late and too slow moving to make it to Mass. Found I missed seeing all the people who seem to be regulars who, like myself, sit in the same spot. There is an older African American lady who is there daily and she fascinates me. She always wraps a scarf around her piled up hair; has high cheekbones and a dignified bearing, and conversely, although she is in church, there’s something about her that reminds me of Marie Laveau. It always seems to happen that just as I am going back to my seat from receiving the Communion wafer, she is just leaving the line after receiving the Communion wine, something that I don’t always do. I always stop and motion her to go first and now she has taking to smiling at me when she sees me. One morning she did make it back to her pew as I passed from Communion and her eyes were closed; then she opened them and I don’t know where she had been while she was praying but heavens the look in her eyes that seemed unseeing was incredible and I mean that in the most wonderful way. Fr. Taormina kind of reminds me of a New Yorker from Brooklyn or Queens, or maybe just really true New Orleans. He is around five seven, gray haired, and he walks into church from the rectory wearing a bee-bop cap and a leather jacket almost as if he’s on the way to the docks. I like him very much.
Busy day, and at the same time, a little uneventful, does that make sense? Nothing humongous to talk about, perhaps vaporous rumors about stories concerning vets with PTSD that sound intriguing…???
Then again, on the other hand, suddenly hit “the wall” a little earlier than usual and am a little pooped out. Not too late for coffee, maybe need a fix! Such temptation this morning: I saw on the Cable Guide that Chef John Folse, at 6 AM on Create, was going to make a Belgian onion tart AND Coq au Vin, something I’ve been dying to make. But that would have meant I would have missed 6:30 Mass and I have to be frank, I was tempted. But I didn’t miss; I went and the gospel was all about my favorite prayer, the Our Father. Which pretty much sums up everything when it comes to how you should begin your day. Take it by line:
Our Father, Who art is heaven—acknowledging the divinity of God;
Hallowed be They Name…bestows honor and give just recognition of how His name
should be blessed.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven…surrendering your will to His,
a wise move, since He knows better than you ever will.
Give us this day our Daily Bread…take each day at a time, the lilies of the field toil not
nor do they spin, yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed such as they…in other
words, God will provide all your needs, so don’t get ahead of yourself; instead, wait upon
Him in trust for everything.
Forgive us our trespasses…in your mercy, forgive me for all the times I’ve messed up and done
As we forgive those who trespass against us…help me to give out the mercy I should very much
need from You.
And lead us not into temptation…in other words, keep us on the straight and narrow
And deliver us from evil…that needs no interpretation.
My favorite prayer, straight from the mouth of Jesus.
…and I’m so ready to go home! Got a lot accomplished today, and in the last week although it was a short one. Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Looking forward to putting up my feet after a warm shower and watching Dr. Quinn and the sunset off my back porch. As I said, doesn’t take a lot to make me happy, bit what rich beautiful things do!
I watched the Oscars last night and at first I thought Neil Patrick Harris was doing a great job as host; good singing voice, good timing, made me laugh out loud, especially after JK Simmons won and he did the Farmer’s Insurance jingle. But I gotta tell you he lost me when he walked out in his drawers. I don’t care if he was spoofing “Birdman,” that was just some more of the tastelessness I’ve come to associate with Oscar, although not nearly as vulgar as the 2013 presentation. I’m very glad JK Simmons and Patricia Arquette won; more than glad that Eddie Redmayne won; less glad about Julianne Moore. I think if anyone stopped the show it was Lady Gaga doing an exquisite tribute to the fiftieth anniversary of “The Sound of Music”–and Julie Andrews. She was amazing; I know she projects this weird image, but my impression of her is that she really is a very nice person; there’s a great expression in her eyes, and what an incredible voice. Eddie Redmayne and his new spouse, Benedict Cumberbatch and his new spouse, both couples seems to fit well together very much, and it was good to see. Prettiest gown went to Rosamund Pike, that gorgeous red, the simple hair and overall just lovely. So, while they were all glamming it up in Hollywood yesterday afternoon, evening and night, see below for my pre-Oscar time. Told you I needed Queen Helene, although I don’t particularly think this shade of green is my color!
Went to St. Catherine of Siena for 7 AM Mass; this is my parish yet I found myself missing Francis Xavier. We have a new pastor of about eight months; I miss Father Jeanjacques or as we called him, Fr. Jean. This was a very long sermon talking about the gift of our personal gifts we give to the church and somehow, and I am trying not to be judgmental but it seems the sermon made its circuitous route to the subject of money where it lingered. Fr. Jean and Fr. Al both now gone never spoke of this, always of spiritual things, so does Fr. Taormina. But what really took the wind out of my sails this morning was when the pastor said he was having set up through the rectory a way to make your offerings (usually given in the basket passed each Mass) by electronic withdrawal from your checking account or pay by a credit card. Left a bad taste in my mouth, had a sudden picture of the robed arm of Jesus holding a knot of cords and flailing down on the merchants in the temple. Again, I’m really trying not to be judgmental but another thing he said was that they are “tithing” the collection for outreach, i.e., taking out 3 percent of the collections; always thought tithing was always 10 percent. Maybe next Sunday will be Francis Xavier; don’t know.
So, what’s cooking today? Fixed hearty things all this past week including yesterday (for the week), and today wanted something light. So, steamed some whole okra for a vinaigrette; roasting chicken tenders in a new concoction of mine–some melted Smart Balance with Worcestershire sauce, some spices and seasoning poured over the chicken that’s topped with thinly sliced red onions and mushrooms. Don’t know how it will taste, this was a new innovation, but I can tell you it smells heavenly as it cooks. Made my own version of potato salad–I make a baked potato potato salad. I scrub Yukon golds (yum!) really well then bake them or nuke them till they’re cooked. Cut them into potato salad sized pieces leaving the skin on, believe it or not, chop just a little green onion, add seasoning, then Dijon mustard, a little mayo and a soupcon of horseradish all in proportion to the amount of potatoes. Took a taste of this batch and it really came out well. I’ve been going strong since early so I’m getting a little tired and want to crash, read, and finish watching “Copycat.” (I think.) Do you know what was so nice about having the fried mushrooms on Mardi Gras? As I said, they taste a little like oysters and the cocktail sauce, mixed with horseradish, that I haven’t had in ages, reminded me of New Orleans meals on a Friday; fried seafood, boiled shrimp and crabs all dipped into that sauce. Decided I will do this at least once a month.
Have a restful Sunday.