Today is, once again thanks to my west coast brother for the info, "National No Housework Day" and "National Fun Day."  That seems very logical to me.  Having fun and not doing any housework just naturally go together in my world.  Today my spouse and I avoided any semblance of housework by staying out of the house most of the day, and, when we did get home, reheating leftovers for supper.  Zapping food in the microwave really doesn't count as housework, in my opinion.  Yes, we did put our dirty dishes in the dishwasher, but that hardly counts either.  Now it's bed time and, while I have already had some fun today reading and weaving and playing Scrabble (he won but still fun), the best fun I can think to have right now is to climb into bed (we do have a very high bed) and fall asleep.  I almost always have at least one entertaining dream.  I am sorry if this blog came too late in the day to allow you to skip housework.  Good night.

smile!!!

 Dental care has come a long way since I was a child, thank goodness. Some years ago, when I first started going to my current dentist, I had to fill out an information form.  One of the questions was "Would you ever consider wearing dentures?"  On the form I printed NO!!!  The dentist thought that was pretty funny, but I had my reasons.  When I was eight years old and my mother was 42 she had all her teeth pulled and was fitted with dentures.  She was having some severe pains, I think in her back, and it was decided that an infection in her teeth was to blame.  Now, dentists would be able to pinpoint which tooth was the culprit, but back then, for whatever reason, they determined that the only solution was to pull all her teeth.  After about half of them were gone they finally got the problem one and her pain stopped, but by then there was nothing to do but remove the rest of her teeth.  The new teeth did look very natural.  On the first day she had them I remember my six year old brother and myself watching enthralled as she bit into a banana and accidentally pulled her new teeth out.  We thought it was pretty funny.  Young children are not naturally sympathetic.  Not surprisingly, I have tried to take good care of my teeth.  I have had my share of fillings and crowns, but, at my last check up, my dentist said I was doing a good job of home teeth care.  Always good to hear.  What actually got me thinking about all this was a new tube of tooth paste.  Like many people these days I would like for my teeth to look nice and white.  Recently I needed to buy tooth paste, so in a quest for something newer and better, I selected Crest fluoride anticavity toothpaste Brilliance Charcoal Mint.  I figured that would cover all the bases.  To my surprise, when I squeezed the first brush full out of the tube, it was purple-black.  I guess there really is charcoal in there.  It's evidently the hot new thing in dental care.  Happily, it tastes great and is leaving my teeth looking as white as they ever have.  I was very pleased with my smile until I got home from church today and discovered a lipstick smudge on one tooth.  Ah vanity.

Have you ever wondered why these dental care products are called tooth paste and tooth brushes?  Why not teeth paste and teeth brushes?  Maybe for the same reason I use a hair brush and not a hairs brush? On the other hand, why a pair of pants when it's only one article of clothing?  I may need to do some research but not tonight.  It's time to brush my teeth and go to bed.  

music ups and downs

 It seems like Mother Nature has had us on a weather roller coaster for the last several days here in Fort Wayne with thunder storms and snatches of sunshine.  This evening the Fort Wayne Philharmonic took us on a similar musical journey.  The evening opened with Vaughan Williams' Dona Nobis Pacem performed by the orchestra, the Fort Wayne Philharmonic Chorus, the Purdue Fort Wayne Choral Union and soloists Katie Van Kooten and Benjamin Taylor.  The choirs were wonderful, the whole performance was brilliantly performed, The soloists were excellent, but it was very somber, thoughtful music.  Good to hear once but not something I would return to over and over.

After the intermission everything became much more up-beat and, I must admit, more to my taste.  Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. 6 in B minor, Op 74 Pathetique (considered his best and I believe it) was lyrical and lively and a sheer pleasure to listen to, and the quieter 4th movement was blissful.  This one I would listen to over and over.  

Actually, the intermission turned out to be lots of fun too.  My son and daughter-in-law had unexpectedly come for the evening and we got to chat with them.  Then 'my' oboe player happened to be coming up our aisle, spotted me and stopped to talk.  We had been tenth floor neighbors when I lived at Three Rivers Apartments and his wife and I were involved in theater together.  It was so nice to catch up.  All in all, a lovely roller coaster evening.

a numbers game

Today, April 4, is 404 Day and Jeep 4x4 Day, two days which I admit I have never celebrated.  I got this information from my west coast brother who also informed me that it is "World Rat Day," a day which I will also not be celebrating.  When I was a tiny tot, and we lived in an old area of town, my mother checked on me while I was playing in my sandbox (my father always built sandboxes for us wherever we lived) and discovered a (in her words) 'giant rat' sitting in the sand with me.  That was the end of my unsupervised sandbox time.  This may be why, a couple of years later, I enjoyed the sandbox in my kindergarten classroom so much.  It was really a sand table, filled with lovely white sand.  I loved that sandbox.  There is a similar sand table at Science Central which, when you pile up the sand, takes on the colors of a topographical map.  I would love to play with that but there are always so many little kids around, and I really can't push them out of the way.  Well I could, I am bigger than them, but I probably shouldn't.  It would tarnish their image of grandmas.

As for 404 Day, which is only celebrated in Atlanta, and 4x4 Day which celebrates the virtues of Jeeps and urges one to 'get out in the open air' and go for a ride, I won't be celebrating those days either.  I will wait for 5-5 and celebrate by enjoying a good Mexican dinner.  

sounds yummy???

 My west coast brother has informed  me that today is "Fish Fingers and Custard Day."  My immediate thought was "Goody, let's go to Culver's for supper."  There is a Culver's conveniently located less than a mile from our house, and they certainly do have fish and custard, which you do not have to eat together.  But then I got to wondering jf Culver's has fish fingers? For that matter, what are fish fingers anyway?  Do fish have fingers?  They can't be very big.  So I checked their menu on line.  They have walleye and cod and shrimp, but no fish fingers. Then I dug a little deeper (I do love Google) and discovered that fish fingers is a UK term.  Here in the US we call them fish sticks.  Well. every mother knows what fish sticks are.   The dish 'fish fingers and custard' (soft custard, not frozen) was evidently made popular by the 11th Dr. Who.  My friend Alice would probably have known this since she's a real Dr. Who fan.

Not surprisingly, writing this blog has made me hungry, and it's almost supper time.  I guess I'll see if my spouse would like to go to Culver's.  He doesn't eat fish but he does like their burgers and frozen custard.  

Rain, rain go away...

 If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?

Pilgrims!!!

This is a favorite joke of many second graders I have known.  It seems appropriate today.  Everyone knows that April brings rain. However, with all the rain, wind, thunder, lightening and more rain that we have had today, I'm pretty sure Mother Nature is trying to get all of her April showers over with in one fell swoop.  Does this mean that the rest of April will be sunny and warm?  Maybe????

After I wrote the above paragraph I started to wonder what is a 'fell swoop' anyway?  And where did the phrase come from?  A little research gave me the answer.

Blame it on Shakespeare, who else?  When Shakespeare's wrote "Macbeth" 'fell' meant cruel and he compared the sudden murder of Macduff's wife and children to a hawk swooping down on its prey. One fell swoop.  Now it is used to mean suddenly, or all at the same time, but not necessarily in a bad way.  So now you know.  

Coincidentally, my west coast brother had informed me, earlier today, that today is "International Fact Checking Day" which I did before I wrote the previous paragraph.  He also shared that it is "Global Day of the Engineer."  This pleased my wonder spouse who is an Electrical Engineer.  He thinks it is fitting that engineers get a "Global" day rather than a mere "National" day.  I don't begrudge him his special day, especially since I, who am not an engineer, won our Scrabble game this evening by 100 points, an all time record.  Not exactly one fell swoop, but a victory worth mentioning all the same.   

good salesmanship...

 This evening my spouse and I were watching a show on the History channel about South and Central American pyramids, and that reminded me of an experience I had on my first ever Caribbean cruise about sixteen years ago.  Coincidentally, I had recently come across the paperwork that came with my jade cross that I purchased on that cruise.  As you might expect, on a western Caribbean cruise, we stopped at many costal cities in Cancun, Belize and other countries but the place I remember most fondly is Guatemala.  The contrast between that and other places we called on was amazing.  In most places we were almost overwhelmed with vendors trying to get us to buy their wares as soon as we set foot on land.  I was traveling with two girlfriends and between us we certainly bought enough to help support the local economies, but the shopping was not always pleasant.  Guatemala was different.  No harassment as soon as we stepped off the ship.  We were simply put on a bus and taken to the site of a very impressive Mayan pyramid.  I'm sorry that I don't remember the name of it.  Also at that site was an archaeological museum and jade factory and, of course, a lovely display of jade sculptures and jewelry for sale.  No pressure at all, simply availability.  I enjoyed looking and bought one simple piece that I knew I would wear.  What a pleasure and the reason I will always remember Guatemala with great fondness.  

A little side story.  I was wearing the cross one day when I was substitute teaching at a Catholic elementary school.  One of the students commented on the necklace and I said that I had gotten it in Guatemala.  Another student then said "My father is from Guatemala."  When I told her how much I liked it there she just smiled and smiled and said she would tell her father.

My little jade cross, one and one half inches tall.