Classic readers of this blog might assume that this post is about new culinary classics created by my husband Michael, including dinner from last night.
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However, today’s post is inspired by my classic friend Peter, who sent me this yesterday …
… with the wonderful addition “Finnegan’s Cake.”
Here are my new culinary classics:
The House of Seven Bagels
The Turn of the Stew
Moby Duck
Leek House
The Rind of the Ancient Marinara
The Old Man and the Sea Bass
Mushroom with a View
Gone with the Wine
Tom Soy-sauce
A Knish Before Dying
The Bun Also Rises
The Right Stuffing
Travels with Barley
The Mosquito Toast
The Black Scallion
Ketchup in the Rye
I look forward to seeing more new culinary classics in the comments section, below.
To help you think, here is music from Mushroom I mean A Room with a View.
Thanks to Peter, Lorie Ransom, and all the other classic and classy people who help me write these posts, including YOU.
Yesterday, when I was looking for a birthday card for my long-time friend and ex-co-worker Debbie T., I saw this:
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if YOU could believe that every day was YOU day?
YOU might be interested to know that yesterday was Debbie T.’s birthday celebration day, as well as a day filled with other excitement. Actually, I was so excited to see Debbie in person after many years and also her beeeooootifull home, that I took very few pictures at the birthday party.
YOU, Debbie (because I know YOU read this blog), were the perfect host yesterday. Thank YOU for introducing me to everybody at YOUr party (who all obviously love YOU) and for being so excited about my upcoming show at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival!
I’m not sure if YOU heard all the puns being thrown around yesterday, including this one:
Have YOU heard about the new corduroy pillows? They’re making headlines.
What do YOU see in all the pictures that I did take yesterday? Let’s see if YOU can spot any unusual creatures (YOU might have to look closely).
Hugs to all of YOU and can YOU guess which card I gave Debbie? Which picture did YOU like best? Also, did YOU spot that dog-like creature being dive-bombed by snowy egrets on the marsh near my home? I thought it was a fox, but somebody told me it was too big to be a fox. What do YOU think it was?
On the two thousandth, three hundredth, and thirty-third consecutive day of this blog, I am celebrating the first use of the word “Celebrating” in a post title.
I am also celebrating
the rich availability of relevant imagery all around me,
As time matzahs on, I’ve had a ball at many seders and many baseball games at Fenway park in Boston.
I look forward to your comments, with or without matzahs or puns.
So matzah thanks to Ellen, her spouse Linda, my cousin Lani, Michael, my late father, my late mother, dramaramasam, everybody else who helped me write this “Time Matzahs On” post and — of course! — everybody who matzahs over to this blog to read it, including YOU.
You are in therapy with me. If that is the case, there might be Too Much Information in this blog, which could interfere with the important work we are doing together. If you are in individual and/or group therapy with me, I strongly recommend we have a conversation about this.
Any aficionado of this blog knows that I often start by defining my terms.
a·fi·ci·o·na·do
əˌfiSHəˈnädō,əˌfisyəˈnädō
noun
a person who is very knowledgeable and enthusiastic about an activity, subject, or pastime.
“aficionados of the finest wines”
synonyms: connoisseur, expert, authority, specialist, pundit, cognoscente
Yesterday, when we were eating salmon for dinner (prepared by cooking aficionado Michael) …
I announced that Oscar …
… was a fish-ionado. My son, Aaron, who is a comedy aficionado, thought that was a good one. Michael, who is irritated by puns, gave me the fish eye.
I don’t see myself as a photography aficionado, but that doesn’t stop me from taking pictures of other aficionados.
Later today, I am seeing a tooth aficionado (who reads this blog) for some dental work. Tonight, I’m meeting a building aficionado at our new home by the water to discuss some possible remodeling.
My sister Ellen, who is an aficionado of fun videos, showed me this last week:
I assume the talent aficionados appreciated that.
I am an aficionado of blog comments and expect to be seeing some great ones soon.
I hope you’re an aficionado of gratitude and know I am sincerely grateful for all the aficionados who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — for you.
Today’s post title is inspired by this equipment from the Mayo Clinic, designed to prevent pneumonia after major surgery:
It would be good, according to my health team, if I breathe into that plastic instrument once every hour I’m awake. I’m doing a much better job than I expected following their instructions. It’s best if I don’t tell you how often I’m REALLY using it.
Here are some photos I’ve recently taken, now that I’m home recovering from open heart surgery a week ago:
Are there any images you thought were good, better or best?
People seem to think this blog is good enough no matter what I post. They seem to like it better if I show photos and best if I include music. So here‘s music from one of the best movies I’ve ever seen — The Crying Game. (Please click on “here” in the previous sentence to hear that music.)
It’s good that I feel well enough to create another blog post so easily and so soon after my very recent valve replacement surgery. It would be better if you left a comment with your thoughts about good, better, and best. It’s best if I publish this post now and take a rest.
Thanks to all those who helped me create this good, better, best post and thanks to all my readers, who are the BEST!
Then, I became much more pissed when I realized that our cat (whose name begins with O, not P), had urinated, peed, and pissed all over the bottom of our bedroom closet.
Of course, I had to de-urinate, de-pee, and de-piss the closet, pronto, even though I had an early appointment about my heart.
Does this pissy post on my Facebook page sound pissed off?
Apparently, one of our cats tried to distract me from worrying about my heart by peeing everywhere in our closet. It worked.
Urine for some surprises, perhaps, when I tell you that:
Melanie and I have worked together, through many pacemakers, for thirty years.
I always feel less pissed after I talk with wonderful pee-ple like Melanie.
Melanie showed me empeethy and understanding, as usual, which helped my heart feel much better.
Throughout the day, I felt pissy about these things:
I could still imagine smelling that cat pee.
Several pairs of my shoes are probably ruined because of urine, which is very pee-ving.
I phoned pee-ple at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota, and Dr. Warnes (who is the expert in pee-ple with my heart condition) is taking vacation the same week as my vacation in May, which is pee-ving, because now I’ll have to miss work to visit her.
Dr. Warnes wants me to meet with a surgeon when I visit her in Minnesota, and surgeons are pee-ple who can piss me off.
Ready for some pissed photos from yesterday, pee-ple?
That last pissy picture shows our own personal Urinetown — the back porch containing everything Oscar has recently peed on.
Because personally, puns do NOT peeve me, here’s the subject heading of an email I sent to my doctors about my mixed feelings re: traveling all the way to the Mayo Clinic about my pissy heart: