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Tomato, Mozzarella, and Zucchini Pie

First hit on the pie parade did not turn out too bad. It was a bit of an adventure as are all my forays into the kitchen. My skills are quite rusty. I am not sure where my oven temperature sits. (Why don’t I have an oven thermometer? Or can I just not find it?)

After preparing the dough for the crust, I popped it into the freezer to chill while I readied the filling. I got so lost in vegetable chopping and saute-ing that I forgot about it until it was quite hard. After much rolling and fussing, I just plopped it in the plate before it was sufficiently rolled out. The crust should be thinner and fold over the top about one-half to two-thirds like a galette.

After about 40 minutes in the oven the aroma in the kitchen almost knocked me out. Death by parmesan. It was quite tasty.

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Winter has arrived.

I just spotted our first pair of ruby-crowned kinglets in the old hackberry tree outside the kitchen window. They are delightfully quiet, busy little birds. I forget how much I enjoy watching them until they come back each year around the holidays.

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influential teachers

Recent events lead to me to think about the process of learning and influential teachers I have known. It seems important that they were not only fantastic teachers, but taught also in the way they conducted themselves and lived their lives. Here is a short list:
  • Carolyn Miles – nurtured a love of reading, overlooked my sleeping through Math, and showed me so many slides;
  • Ruth Ellis – showed me how to be tolerant and loving, and sparked my interest in history;
  • James McGahee – gave me the priceless gifts of music and discipline;
  • Don Killian – connected with my rebellious spirit by teaching me that history is full of untold stories of courage, rebellion and intrigue!
  • Sue McGahee – taught me how to relax, breathe, and resonate;
  • Frances E. Abernethy – planted the idea that I had something to say and urged me not to bore him…repeatedly;
  • Scott Parker, et al – used a heart-centered approach to teach the basics of emergency medical response, and in the process, dragged me kicking and screaming out of my head, and put me back in my body where I belong.

Thanks guys. I don’t know if I turned out to be worthy of your efforts but my life would have been very different without you. I think about you all the time.

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You know the end of the semester is approaching…

when craziness breaks out on the drag. My friend, Mister “I had a lot of fun”, sent this.



Somewhere, Carl Orff smiles in his earthly repose.

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good scrapin’

Everyone who loves old photos should check out the fabulous layout andilynn created for a photo of her grandmother. It knocks my socks off.

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more Heber

My WW post this week is a photo that was taken in Heber City, Utah during the 2002 Winter Olympics. This steam locomotive is run by the Heber Valley Railroad. During the Olympics they used it to take visitors from Heber up to Soldier Hollow where the cross country events were held. Once there, they had mule drawn hay sleds to take you from the platform to the entrance of the venue. It was pretty cool. Literally, it’s in the mountains. There was snow on the ground and a brisk, cold wind was blowing. There were people dressed in 19th century frontier clothing doing 19th century stuff like cooking in dutch ovens and working a forge.


Upon our return, I positioned myself to take a photo of the engine. There was a family already posing for a picture. I waited while they got their shot. Suddenly, the engine chuffed and a big cloud of steam enveloped them. I managed to take a photo of them fleeing. Yes, it was rather loud. No, it wasn’t dangerous, just incredibly funny. The guy with the camera never put his camera down, so somewhere there must be a sequence of photos capturing the event. I have always wondered if the engineer took an opportunity to teach 21st century folks a lesson about standing too close to a steam engine.

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Just call me Nasturtium

I just read this post at Traversing the Midlife Minefield. It struck a chord. She decided to revert to her maiden name after divorce and her sister laughs, “What does it mean to you?” It seems to me that the only person a name should mean anything to is the one who bears it.

I’ve had my own problems with names. After almost five years of living together, my husband and I decided to go down to the sub-courthouse and make our partnership official. It seemed the thing to do for legal reasons, insurance coverage, etc. There were no children. I didn’t change my name. It didn’t seem necessary after all that time and hubby didn’t care one wit. Then, about a year and a half later, we moved 1,000 miles away to a very, very small town in bfn. Suddenly total strangers felt the need to voice their opinions regarding how I signed my name. I might add that the largely Hispanic population had their own unique naming customs but it didn’t seem to matter.

I quickly caved in the interest of keeping things *simple*. When I went down to get a new driver’s license, I put my name down followed by a hyphen and my husband’s surname. For example, Jane Marie Doe became Jane Marie Doe-Smith, wife of John Thomas Smith. I thought it would clarify things. Ha! People couldn’t deal with the hyphen and my name ended up recorded a dozen different ways.

When I got my driver’s license it read Jane D. Smith. When we went to buy a car, I specifically told the salesman that I was putting my name down exactly as it reads on my driver’s license and I wanted the title to read the same. It didn’t matter, he wanted my legal name, Jane Marie Doe-Smith. Finally, I thought, someone cares about getting it right. The car ended up titled to John T. Smith and Jane M. Smith. Now I was driving around in a car titled to Jane M. Smith, insured by Jane M. Doe and carrying a driver’s license for Jane D. Smith. That was just the beginning.

Of course all these permutations of my name were similar enough but it made my credit report look like a felon’s with a bunch of aliases. Furthermore, there were people who felt the need to lecture me about the need for consistency, for legal reasons you know.

My attempts at achieving consistency were thwarted by different rules for “name changes” at different places. One place might take your word for it and just make the change. At another place, the computer system wouldn’t accept characters, like hyphens, in the name field and one name per field please. Some places had two name fields but most had three. You are lucky to get three name fields, four is out of the question. Many times the second field only accepted one letter. Other places required that you send original documents to prove the name change. You want me to put my marriage license and my driver’s license in the mail to you? And it will take 6 to 8 weeks for processing? I was frustrated and decided to keep the name with which I was born but suddenly, hubby cared. He thought we should have the same last name. I told him that I was going to change my name to Nasturtium (one name like Cher) and be done with it. He wasn’t amused.

After almost two years in that small town, we moved to a large city in the same state. No one seemed to care which name I used. I happily continued using the name I had used for twenty-eight years before moving to bfn. The mailman might have been a little confused. I received mail in different names for years. They lingered on my credit report. Just call me Mrs. Jim Doesmith. When questioned about it I sweetly, slowly launched into a long, involved explanation that quickly bored the listener. They decided that they really didn’t want to know and were sorry they asked.

The name thing, as it came to be known, later became an issue in my marriage despite the fact that for years he never thought twice about it and he knew what a hassle it caused me when I tried to change it. I suspect that as he got older, Mr. I Am Not A Joiner succumbed to some sort of good ol’ boy peer pressure. We divorced after thirteen years of marriage and…you got it…he used the name thing as proof that I was never fully committed to our marriage (after eighteen years together?). I laughed hysterically.

Of course the lesson is, do what you wish and others be damned. You can’t please anyone but yourself.

I recently moved and experienced deja vu for the first time in a long time. Apparently my city is known for its odd street names. I had no idea. When I tried to get the utilities turned on at 123 N. 18 1/2 St., I was advised that my address is not in their database and therefore not in their service area. I live in the center of a large city, how can that be? Until I can give them a “good” address, they can’t help me. What?

It took me two or three days to figure out what the problem was and get it straightened out. It seems that some address fields don’t take special characters, like forward slashes. My address is different in different computer systems: 123 N. 18 1 2 St., 123 N. 18.5 St., 123 N. 18th half St., 123 N. 18 and one half St….

My life strangely loops back upon itself.

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pathophysiology keeping me up at night

Can’t sleep…can’t think…can’t function…exam today. I am in pathoverload. The first exam predisposes to a particular sort of stress induced psychosis. Can’t even come up with eye candy for ww. Here’s an amusing link. adopt a microbe

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mile marker 2005

This photo of Linus and Lucy was taken two years ago. They are munchkins. They came to me in the autumn of 2004 after living the first two years of their lives in a bedroom. It took a few months for them to adapt to their new surroundings. It was great watching them discover a whole world of new things. I call this photo “yang and yin kitties.”  It fits their personalities. They still do their best relating when you are horizontal, preferably on the bed.

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in the beginning

When I was little no one told me how chaotic and beautiful life can be. For some reason it often only appears so upon reflection. It never ceases to amaze me how seemingly endless moments of misery and boredom knit themselves together into a fascinating story. Such is the magic of time and perspective.

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