Monday, November 30, 2020
Sunday, November 29, 2020
Saturday, November 28, 2020
Friday, November 27, 2020
I'm not really a turkey guy - but I am ok with sides. Yes, we had dressing, green beans and mashed potaters. All the regulars for a very non-regular, stay-at-home Thanksgiving.
But I wanted to try something else. Onions.
Not in anything. Just stand alone.
I love onions done on the grill, but I thought I'd try them in the oven. The one recipe I saw looked frightfully easy. One should avoid these. For the first part of that recipe, they had the halved onions in muffin tins. Oh, it looked nice, until you realize you don't make muffins that large or have onions that small. I improvised.
I just nestled those halved-onions in a bread pan and snaked foil around them to keep them in place.
A little salt. a little pepper - and into a 350F oven. Technically, it should have been 425, but the turkey was cooking at 350, so I made due. The onions would have to cook longer.
At 425, they should cook for 20 minutes where then you'd brush the tops with butter or oil. And puh-leese, it wasn't going to be oil.
I forgot a picture of the buttering, so forgive me, but I know you all a vivid imagination.
Then they go back into the oven for another 40 minutes. At 75F less than the suggested 425, these times are obviously longer. I was just eyeballing everything.
Thursday, November 26, 2020
I admittedly do not understand people.
I have watched the news where people are traveling for Thanksgiving, while they clearly hear of, and know of, the rapid rise in Covid cases. They're unswayed. They don't care - about others, let alone themselves.
My sister called two weeks ago and asked if we should do anything. While I haven't seen her in months, and I'd love to, I declined her lightly-asked invite. She totally got it.
Honestly, if I'm breaking sheltering, it's not going to be for turkey.
So - for the second time ever, we are having Thanksgiving at our house. The last time was in 1987. This time, just the four of us: 710, Shep, Sophie and myself.
710 loves turkey, so turkey we shall have - though it will just be a breast. I'll make sides - as long as one is mashed potatoes, since that is another request of his.
But as this is Thanksgiving, I'm not one to normally speak about for what I'm thankful - but this being 2020, all bets are off.
It's been a tough year for all - more so for others. So this isn't a humble brag, or it's not how it is meant. Both of us here have jobs - ones not completely affected by Coronavirus. Yes, I took a pay cut for a bit and had my 403b contributions discontinued for nine months, but.........I have a job. It keeps a roof over our heads and we don't have to worry about eviction, meals, utilities. 710 has one too. His company is struggling due to it - but his area is the only profitable one.
I am very thankful for that. And for that, we are planning more of helping others out not just during the holiday season, but for the forseeeable future. I find it to be our duty.
While I haven't seen my sister, we talk, we text - so it's not a loss. I think at this point it will be weirder to see her than not.
I am thankful for my longtime friends. Our weekly talks, our constant texts kept my spirits up more than they know - because it was more than I ever said. I spoke of angst on this here blog and it was real. Mini panic attacks of the potential of dying alone in a hospital room due to Covid.
Admittedly I had become a little numb to that as the months went on, but as the cases surge here in Ohio, that angst comes back to visit me. I'd say it's not logical to have those feelings, but it is. Read a paper, turn on the news - see the masses being exposed, hospitalized and dying.
Wow - this post has kind of become a downer. That was not the intent.
I miss our Cleveland friends. Oddly, they are closer physically, but many of them are being far more careful than we - so now and then we run into them while we are walking - and catch up from opposite sides of the street, but no true connection. It's weird for sure.
And yes, I am thankful for you. You all keep coming back. And I'm track (I think) to have my best blog year - in terms of hits. For what that's worth. I just assume you folks have nothing better to do during this pandemic - tons of free time, so you stop by. That works for me.
Hope you all have a good day. Enjoy it.
Song by: Shelby Lynne
Wednesday, November 25, 2020
Tuesday, November 24, 2020
I figured I'd do a monthly 'what I'm listening to' kind of thing. This could be viewed as a lame placeholder kind of post. And probably it is. But it's my blog! So there!
I've almost always questioned lead singers of bands who write, or help write, the songs and their need to go solo. Or have a solo disk.
I get, say, the members of someone like Fleetwood Mac who have three lead singers, and who only get 3-4 songs every few years (well, when they made records). But the Brandon Flowers' of the world? Phil Collins? I suppose it's more ego over art, but who knows. Neither of the latter two sound much, if any, different than their band work.
So, I had a raised eyebrow at Matt Berninger - lead singer and lyricist for the National - releasing an album on his own. Album is the key word, as he's of that ilk where vinyl is preferred. As a New Yorker cartoon nailed it with: "I like vinyl for its expense and inconvenience". I'm sure it has its qualities, but my aging ears probably couldn't tell the difference. And you can't take the music with you.
Serpentine Prison is and isn't like the National.
Admittedly, when you you are a baritone, your options to change things up are slightly more limiting. Berninger's voice is fairly distinctive and he does have a certain style, which he doesn't much try to abandon here. Some of the music tries to deviate - but not as hard as one would want.
"Silver Springs" (not a Fleetwood Mac cover) is hitting the marks for me. I'd say the chorus more than verses, but it might be hard to say 'chorus' too. And it's more about the phrasing and vocal arrangement than it is the words. Gail Ann Dorsey's voice is cool and smooth and fits the song and a good contrast to Berninger's. Dorsey might also sing the best lyric on the disk: "everyone knows where to hang / but they never show you the ropes".
"Loved So Little" is up there too. The strings kind of really help make that song - and the Hammond organ. Digging "My Eyes are T-Shirts" which is the shortest song on the disk, but it does seem to go on much longer.
The music for "Oh Dearie" is so not National-like, and it's very welcome. "All For Nothing" is all too-National like. Right down to the horns.
Actually, I love when the band uses the somewhat muted trumpet and trombone, but keeping them with Berninger makes it harder at times to distinct solo work from the collective. This happens on a number of tunes.
The album is a solid B-. I wanted more out of it, but I wasn't expecting more. To be truly different, I think Berninger would have really had to step out of his comfort zone - and it doesn't seem he was willing to do just that. But at least I have "Silver Springs" to hit repeat on a dozen times per day.
Monday, November 23, 2020
Sunday, November 22, 2020
Saturday, November 21, 2020
Doggies. Plural. Kitty. Singular.
Most of this week is about bed and sleeping.
Song by: the Cure
Friday, November 20, 2020
UPS has their own page on the IG site. They probably have more than one - as many companies have business pages on all the social media platforms.
But UPS has a fun side too.
Perhaps there isn't a greater site in all the parcel transportation industry social media realm than this.
I might have undersold it with that last line.
Before we got Petey, the UPS driver used to give him treats. That was all well and good, until the driver left the truck to deliver a package to my sister. Petey would go in - find the treats (or their lunch) and eat them.
Or - and more then once - he was in the truck unknowingly to the driver, who would leave with him in the back. More than once, he had to drive back to deliver Petey. And that must have hurt too - as he would have been shocked by his invisible fence.
After we had Mr. Pete - on walks if we saw the UPS truck, it was a sit and wait game. He would not budge an inch....on the hope for a treat. Hounds!
Alas, our driver didn't do what his old one had. Yet Petey persevered. We had to wait for the truck to drive away before we could continue our walk.
FYI - he knew the difference between UPS and FedEx. He was a smart cookie.
Thursday, November 19, 2020
I'm not posting today. I haven't had a thought in my head that's not work.
.....and I've been up since 02:30, so Blobby is in no position to be creative...........not that I have ever been.
So, save your reading time.
Go save the world.
Song by: Love and Rockets
Wednesday, November 18, 2020
Song by: Joni Mitchell
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
But a decade ago today, 710 and I married in Washington DC.
Oh, back then, the marriage was only legal in five states and the District. I won't say it was only ceremonial but it didn't mean much other than to ourselves once we were firmly back in Ohio.
Unlike other states who came around to same-sex marriage, Ohio had to be be taken there kicking and screaming and by a SCOTUS decision.
Months before the wedding - before 710 even knew of a wedding - I borrowed his passport and got our marriage license when I was on a business trip to DC. Of course, we had discussed marriage, but had, at that time, made no arrangements. I took care of that.
It was a great day, except for the pictures.
Becky took this one, but it was set up by our poorly chosen wedding photog. I mean - c'mon.....the pile of leaves in the corner? Was there no stager? No stylist? As I've said before, the guy charged $60 - and I got what I paid for. Honestly, we got 2-3 good shots.........and I'm being generous.
It's been a good 10 years. Plus 25.5.
Some years have been better than others, but that's true of all of us. We've seen more good than bad. Honestly, Covid could probably push any couple over the brink - and we've kind of been good this whole time. We have gotten along with each other's family - and what few times ours have gotten together has always been pleasant.
So, 10 is tin. ....and I got nothing. And I can guarantee you he's got nothing. We have never done anniversary gifts, nor do I expect to start now. Since there The Covid going on, there will be no eating out either. I suspect I will make salmon. There might be a cake - which is better than any present anyways. It'll just be him, myself and the always ever present Shep and Sophie (we are a pack!).
That's the best celebration a guy could ever have.
.....and just for shits and giggles........when we were in DC in September, we walked to where we got married. I did a short video when I thought I'd do a vacation video.
Song by: America
Monday, November 16, 2020
In the 10 years (yes 10!) that I've been doing My Music Monday, I can now say I've done my second Miley Cyrus song. I apologize to all. Or at least "most".
A few months ago when Cyrus released "Midnight Sky" it was all about Stevie Nicks' ok to sample her "Edge of Seventeen". Curious, I listened and couldn't find any sample of the song. As I had know the Nicks song for almost 40 years (think about that too!) I figured I would recognize anything taken from it. I didn't.
Granted, I'm aging - perhaps my memory is failing? Nahhhhhhh.
Perhaps it's the "ooh baby ooh said ooh" inference?
Maybe no one else heard it either, as Cyrus and Nicks have released a remix / mash-up version. Maybe it's nostalgia. Maybe it's a time when Nicks could use more than three notes. Maybe it's the mix itself (as whomever did a good job). But it certainly makes Cyrus' song better. And Cyrus does a decent job adding a layered vocal on top of the 1982 song.
I don't quite see the appeal of Cryus voice though. It's not horrible, but it's different and I'm guessing as some appeal to some folks - just not me. Though in this mix, it kind of works.
....and is it just me or does the photo below look like Dolly Parton?
Sunday, November 15, 2020
Wow. White people suck.
Mostly us white men.
Well - almost completely us men. Though you cracker women are scaring me more than a bit.
Of course, the map itself is scary. As minorities are the disenfranchised voters, and with so much red EVERYWHERE, it's a wonder that any democrat anywhere, ever, has ever ever ever ever been elected to anything more than student council.
That's really all I got too. Clearly I don't get how people get elected. But neither does BLOTUS - and I don't sue everyone to change the results............but neither do I lose.
Ok. Bedtime for me. I'm exhausted.
Song by: the Cult
Saturday, November 14, 2020
Song by: John Prine
Friday, November 13, 2020
So I'm doing my 127th 12 of 12.
Normally it is 12 pictures taken on the 12th of the month. Since I only post once per day, you get my images the following day. All pictures taken with my iPhone. Click images to enlarge, if you choose.
Created by Chad Darnell and picked up from, what I can tell, any number of random bloggers who then link back to him and vice versa. Chad is no longer doing this, nor is successor coordinating the linking of other 12 of 12'ers anymore. Now it's just myself - of which I know.
There you have it. 127 in the bag.
Thursday, November 12, 2020
I never ever ever ever expected BLOTUS to concede the election. He's not the kind of person who can ever admit they failed, make a mistake or even apologize. To him, that's a weakness.
And if you dare scroll through the last four years of my post, for at least 3.5 of them, you'll find me talking about his trek to dictatorship.
It's possible he's about there.
A failed re-election bid. Barr inserting himself and the DoJ looking into voting irregularities (though none have been found). A fired Secretary of Defense. The deputy chief of staff to the undersecretary of defense for policy: gone.“The president is taking back control of DOD. It’s a rebirth of foreign policy. This is Trump foreign policy,” said the official, who spoke anonymously and without authorization., said an anonymous DoD source.