The Muppets, Kris Kristofferson, and other Random Notes
Aaaand I ponder whether I'm grown up or old
Well, if I was hoping to feel Christmasy, the snowflakes, and the crazy drafts gusting through the windows in my house yesterday, did the trick. We also watched the Muppet Christmas Christmas Carol and that does it for me every year as well.
Man, I watched most of the Willie Nelson 90th birthday show last night, at least until I got confused by some other show coming on when I thought there was more coming. It was fine, despite all the cowboy cosplay, but what will stay with me is Rosanne Cash singing with Kris Kristofferson. Honestly, it was beautiful but it hurt like hell. I have no idea what his health issues are. Nor should I, it’s none of my business. But his eyes reminded me of my father’s when he was ill. As much as I loved it, I wanted to look away. I can feel it in my stomach even as I write this.
Oh, and Rosanne Cash? Class act.
I’m not going to post the video I saw last night, but instead this one from a few years back.
As I found myself grumbling about the cowboy cosplay and the like, I thought back fondly to the Willie Nelson 60th birthday party. So I pulled it up on YouTube (maybe this kind of thing is why I don’t sleep) and saw the intro by Jane Seymour in costume and just shook my head. Memory is a tricky thing.
I’ve developed a rare new variety of the stress dream. I’ve long had dreams about forgetting to drop a class and having to take an exam and various spinoffs of that. I’ve now developed antique show setup stress dreams.
In the other night’s dream our booth was in the middle of the aisle, so no matter how we set up our tables there wasn’t room for people to walk by. We were trying to make do but as we were getting things arranged another dealer crashed into our booth with his cart of things. Our things spilled all over the floor and somehow disappeared. I won’t subject you to the rest of it although I will say it ended up kinda ok despite my screaming fight with the dealer from New Hampshire, because he gave us a Wilhelm Schimmel eagle. I must also note that Jim and Diana Eyre were no help whatsoever because they were selling up a storm in the other room, mostly flint goblets to add insult to injury.
I was googling appetizers I made up in my head earlier today, as I am wont to do, and I clicked on an article from the Kitchn that was clearly sponsored by Pepcid. The Kitchn can be a tad questionable anyway, but I gotta say, this really didn’t sell it for me:
Sweet, spicy, savory: This dip has it all. If the heat leads to heartburn, you can count on PEPCID Complete® to start working in seconds and last for hours, so you can keep on snacking.
Breakfast today was a smoothie (mixed berries, greens, coconut, avocado) and what shall be known as the Cynthia quesadilla…a thin slice or two of cheddar with some arugula (or spinach if we’re out) folded and cooked long enough to let the cheeses ooze out and get crispy. Followed by a clementine. Delightful.
I really love the old strands of beads we have. We lose a few more beads every year but they are hanging on. Just like me.
Honestly, I’m getting increasingly worried about my girl, but she has always enjoyed shutting out the world in this way. No wonder I like her so damned much.
The Marty Stuart Christmas ornament and the White Castle ornament always get prime real estate on the tree. I’ve been asked why we have a White Castle ornament (just an old White Castle box) and I gotta say, after all this time I’m not entirely sure. Just the same, we love it. Marty, of course, needs no explanation.
Do I post a lot of pictures of runny eggs? Yes, and I do not plan to stop.
And for my last random note (kind of a duo). I have come to the realization that I am either A.) Grown Up or B.) Old. I’ll let you decide.
I have had several bottles of Champagne in the refrigerator for months and never broke into them. I also have had a bag of tortilla chips in our pantry for six weeks or more which I have left alone. There was a time that neither of those things would have happened.
However, to balance things out, I did just realize that champagne and popcorn are delightful together.
Onward.