Since Dad died last Thursday, I’ve been so touched by the outpouring of love from his friends and fans all over the world on Facebook and various message boards and news sites. Since those who loved him best are separated by such vast geography, I thought it fitting to come together and remember him through […]

via Remembering Glenn – invitation to a virtual wake — Remembering Glenn

This is several years old, but I am sharing this today again, because some days it just feels good to remember people you have loved or admired or who made your heart sing.  I only met and knew him as a fan, but some days that is enough.



Remembering Glenn – invitation to a virtual wake — Remembering Glenn

Posted in 2020, Challenge, Chicago, humor, kathy70, Quarantine, Travel, Uncategorized, Writing, Yes

Challenge #30 My Staycation

This challenge comes from a small writing group.  we have a large series of random questions that we answer and share.  The goal is to answer at least one per week.


Describe your perfect staycation.   Would you want to spend it alone or with someone?

My Staycation



Most of us have lived the longest and perhaps scariest staycation and are all experts on the process now.  Or maybe not.  In my mind a vacation is mostly going away to some fun or exciting location that you go to every year or have never been to before. So a staycation is not going away and may not be fun.

I love to travel almost anywhere and am pleased with the level of diversity I have managed to get on vacations.  I don’t try to conquer all my fears at the same time or see 12 countries in 3 days, but I have been pretty lucky with some of the opportunities I have had.  Not so much when it comes to staying home,

Unlike the current situation I would not mind a staycation for 1 week.  Since I live near Chicago and it has more than enough to entertain and see, it would be easy to fill the days.  I had a bit of that earlier this year before we had to stay home for an extended time.

I am very good with doing this alone, but would be alright with have an friend or family member join for a day or so.  A trip to the zoo is always high on my list and that was one of my outings this year.  The city is also blessed with 2 conservatories and both are filled with beautiful plants and flowers all year long, that can easily take a day.  Next are museum’s to match almost anything you could want to see.

My choice for the next pandemic would be to be living in some place that is not super cold or super hot.  There were a number of days when it did not seem like a good thing to even go out of the house due to the cold or wet and gloomy.  The tough part was that zoos and museum’s were all closed down as well and we could only see them on virtual tours.  So I guess it really does not matter what the weather is like if I have to stay in for 9000 days. All in all I could easily take my next staycation in Chicago and probably will.

Posted in 2020, Challenge, humor, kathy70, Quarantine, Uncategorized, Writing, Yes

Challenge #29 Limerick

This challenge comes from a small writing group.  We have a large series of random questions that we answer and share.  The goal is to answer at least one per week.


Write a limerick about a vampire.

A limerick about a vampire is a fun, fluff sort of project.  A limerick is often a humorous form of a poem following a strict rhyme scheme, the first, second and fifth lines rhyme, the third and fourth lines are shorter and have a different rhyme. It is also a county in Ireland and unknown as to which came first.  Limericks first appeared by many records, early in the 18th century.

Edward Lear is credited for popularizing the limerick in the early 19th century.  One of his books was made up entirely of limericks,  Ogden Nash is also associated with limericks among the vast amount of short poems he created.  Limericks are also quite famous for being funny and frequently rude or off color.

What a vampire and I have in common.


  • There was an old vampire from Greece,
  • Who had not eaten since he was deceased.
  • He was up all one night,
  • Looking for someone to bite.
  • He found some feta and ate all he pleased.


Posted in 2020, Cats, Challenge, humor, kathy70, Quarantine, Uncategorized, Writing, Yes

Challenge # 28 Meet Our Mascot

This challenge comes from a small writing group.  We have a large series of random questions that we answer and share.  The goal is to answer at least one per week.


If your family had a mascot, what would it be and why?

Meet Our Mascot 

Our mascot would most certainly be a cat, not a comic looking cat like Sylvester, but an elegant, slightly down on her luck, cat like Grizabella.  Over the years we have been lucky enough to have many cats share our house.  It all started with a black and white stray who most certainly had at least nine lives.  The most dramatic time with her was when she had gotten into a bottle of medicine that had a loose top, knocked it over, got it all over her fur and licked it off.  We let her out in the morning and she crawled under the house and stayed there for 5 or 6 days refusing all food and water. I thought she was a goner and she came out good as gold.  She lived with us for several years and at least three new homes.


We had a couple of Persians move in next and they were  from a really good bloodline and would make great show cats if one were so inclined.  The female slipped out of the house and destroyed that pedigree line with her six kittens from a neighborhood Tom.  With eight cats in the house now, my daughter developed an allergy to cats. We searched to find good homes for all the cats and we were heartbroken so we kept two of the kittens.  These had to be both inside and outside cats so the dander would not bother my daughter as much.

These two stayed with us for many years and another three moves to new houses.  In the animal world we had several dogs and a couple of rabbits in addition to the cats.  Somehow the cats always seemed to belong in our house and worked out the best for us in the long run.

Today my daughter has three cats and her daughter also has three.  We still manage to get the occasional dog or bird or lizard or tarantula or fish in the same house hold with cats.  I guess you are destined for pets or not in the universe and we are certainly the lucky ones.

Posted in 2020, Food, humor, kathy70, Quarantine, Uncategorized, Writing, Yes

Making Dalgona Coffee

The whole concept of being in a house with people you know and love and are related to for an endless unknown amount of time causes me to sweat.  I am a fan of Big Brother, the reality show, but never in a million years did I ever think I would be living under these circumstances.  We all have way to much time on our hands since we have stopped taking showers so often and stopped changing clothes every day.  It somehow seems normal to wear the same sweatshirt and sweatpants we have worn for the last 3 days because these are my daytime pj’s.

The other thing that seems normal is cooking things we have not made in 27 years because we think of comfort food.  Or, we jump into trying something new because we have seen it on the internet. Right now this is what I have done.  We have all seen the  videos of making this great coffee, it’s all the rage in Korea now.


The simple ingredients may even be in your pantry right now.  2 Tablespoons of instant coffee, 2 tablespoons of sugar and 2 tablespoons of hot water.  Mix the dry ingredients together in a bowl and then add the water that is hot enough to dissolve the sugar and coffee.  Next using a whisk or a hand mixer start mixing this until it is foamy like whipped cream.

Side note:  If you don’t have instant coffee at home and it’s not time for your once a month store run, the internet shows us how to do this.  Just put your already ground coffee into the coffee grinder and grind it even more.  I guess this means instant is just extremely fine ground coffee.

Take a coffee cup and fill it half way or three quarters full of milk and ice if you want a cold drink.  Hot milk if you want a hot drink.  Now add 2 or 3 heaping spoons full of  the coffee/sugar mixture and stir into the milk.  It looks and feels like a designer coffee from a well-known coffee house.  Tastes amazingly delicious. And I got to say “Nailed it.”

This was a pleasant surprise and it truly tasted great.  I used a bit less coffee and the next one I make I will use decaf and sugar substitute, maybe not 2 full tablespoons, because the substitutes are very sweet. The whipping adds a great deal of volume so I created more froth than I needed and I simply spooned it into a jar with a twist off lid and put it into the fridge to use the next day. This also worked out.

The second day there was a small amount of syrupy  coffee in the jar which I simply poured into my cup after I spooned the more solid leftovers.  Nice to know that I can store this overnight and not have to work hard in the morning for the delicious drink.



Made the coffee again using decaf coffee and artificial sweetener and the only difference I noted was that the color was a tiny bit darker.  Tasted just as delicious and certainly way cheaper than a trip to the coffee house.  Certainly gives me that whipped latte feeling at home with no special equipment.  WIN, win.



Just because they made me smile.

Posted in 2020, British, Repost, trump, Uncategorized, Writing

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“Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?” Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England wrote the following response:

A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed. So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.

Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.

Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.

There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.

And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead. There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.

So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
• Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
• You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.

This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss. After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum. God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.

And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish: ‘My God… what… have… I… created?’ If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.

Posted in 2020, Challenge, humor, kathy70, Quarantine, Uncategorized, Writing, Yes

Challenge #27 A Perfect Rain

This challenge comes from a small writing group.  We have a large series of random questions that we answer and share.  The goal is to answer at least one per week.


It’s a rainy day. Write a short poem about what would make it perfect.

Before I start my actual post, I feel the need to pat myself on the back just a bit.   By the number of this challenge I have made it halfway through the year.  In the middle  of a pandemic and stay at home orders that may not ever go away. ( Okay that is a bit dramatic, even for me.)  I know this is an incredibly difficult time for the entire world and my having to come up with a short story each week seems like a cake walk.

This writing challenge I have accepted has truly helped me get through this difficult time.  It has given me something other than me or my woes to focus on.   It is forcing me to look at other things and other times and try to make sense of things.  While I do still think about and write about Covid-19, this has helped me move on and I am grateful.  I am not sure if I will complete a full year of this or not, but I will try.  A number of people in my group have long ago stopped this assignment.


My Perfect Rainy Day

  • A soft rain is falling.
  • The smell in the air is clean and fresh.
  • The outdoor diners just put the umbrella up over their table.
  • Over my shoulder a rainbow is taking shape.
  • It’s very warm outside.
  • People are still going in and out of shops.
  • Looking at the sky and the sun is starting to come out.
  • It’s my kind of rainy day.
Posted in 2020, Chicago, kathy70, Quarantine, Uncategorized, Writing, Yes

Orchids On Display

These pictures are from a trip to the conservatory before it was closed due to the quarantine and social distance requirements put in place due to Covid-19. The  conservatory was in the process of preparing this display for an event that was scheduled in the next week.  I could see into the back room as other orchids were being prepped to bring out.

This is just a small sampling of a truly amazing display.  It was still quite cold outside so this had an added benefit of being  refreshingly warm inside.  It was a very overcast day but between the sun  behind clouds and only coming out occasionally and the glass  dome enhanced everything.

So close your eyes, take a deep breath of the faint floral fragrance and feel the warmth in the building and enjoy these beauties. My favorite from this small group is the Pansy Orchid as one I had never seen before.



Posted in 2020, Birds, humor, kathy70, Quarantine, Uncategorized, Writing, Yes

Day 4,783 Of Quarantine

Much like the thousands of days already passed I am staying only in my yard so I don’t have to wear a mask while outside.  It seems like only a lot of sleeping or exercising going on here, not ever sure what day it is or the month, we are sure it’s 2020 for the  year.  I decided to go for a walk today and since it’s the weekend many of the essential workers are home also enjoying the beautiful day we are having and it’s easier to avoid contact by staying in my yard.

We are lucky, we have a nice long yard filled with trees and lots of grassy area, so I decided to simply see what discoveries there are in this yard.  Plenty of people are showing how they work out on their balcony that is only 2 feet by 4 feet or  smaller so today’s walk stays close to home.  I do like to run as well but the yard is so full of little hills and valleys that it would be difficult.  Not like running on a track or sidewalk or the street, I would probably be falling down as much as moving forward, so we will walk.

I found a number of pine cones scattered throughout the lawn, so many of those got picked up and tossed below the pine trees with the others that fell from the trees.  Last year I started out to make a pine cone wreath and ran out of time so the project was scrapped.  I’m thinking if I keep finding pine cones and sort of put them in the same spot when I am ready with the other things I need it will be easy to harvest the cones.  I have made these for a number of years and add a lot of natural things like peach pits and walnut shells to the pine cones and love this as a gift that is made by me.  These also do well both outside and inside once they have a sealer on them,  so maybe this year we will do this.


Next, the purple caught my eye in the grass.  Little violets like to volunteer all over the lawn and some make it into tiny bouquets, but most just get mowed down.  Then we have the grape hyacinth at their peak right now and adding some beautiful color to this flower bed.


Also managed to scare away a few robins.  Between their nest building they are finding worms and bugs and don’t need face masks.  It’s nice to have a touch of nature to remind us that much of the world is still moving in whatever cycle it is in and with any luck we can return to much of our former life.


I hope you are all well and staying safe.  We really are in this together.


Posted in 2020, Aging, Challenge, Chicago, Food, humor, kathy70, Quarantine, Uncategorized, Writing, Yes

Challenge #26 Perfect Pizza

This challenge comes from a small writing group.  we have a large series of random questions that we answer and share.  The goal is to answer at least one per week.


Describe your perfect pizza in detail, including how it would be cooked and what toppings would be included.

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Today’s Perfect Pizza

That is such a loaded question that I can’t even believe myself that I would choose to write about this.  Maybe it’s a side effect of the pandemic craziness that has engulfed us all. Maybe it’s the fact that I can’t go to a local Pizza Parlor and sit down to order my pizza.  Maybe it’s because I feel the need to order a pizza from a local place just so when this is all over I can go there and sit down and have a pizza.

Over the years I have fond memories of pizza.  We had a neighborhood place that was just the best.  I can remember going there with my Girl Scout Troop after an activity, which I can’t remember, and I can remember the taste of the pizza.  I ordered milk with mine that day and some of the other girls said, “Hey, we are out for dinner why not order soda?”.  To this day my favorite beverage with pizza is milk.  They were saying hey mom or dad won’t mind and we are drinking soda, but I was not going to change my request.

I remember it was cold outside and very warm in the pizza parlor with the ovens going.  Maybe we had come from a nursing home where we sang Christmas Carols or we may have had a roller skating party with other Girl Scouts, both are very possible.  It may have been a special meeting where we put together special treats to take to patients at a local hospital.  It’s funny the two vivid memories from that day were the pizza and my drinking milk.

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I live near Chicago, which is known for it’s pizza among other foods and I have eaten pizza all over the country and I do love Chicago style pizza.  This  pizza that is my now “perfect” pizza comes from a restaurant on the same street as the one I went to all those years ago with the Scouts but about 4 block East.  This new pizza is a hand tossed pizza that has malt in the dough ( I could not taste it.)

I am a fan of sausage pizza and this had sausage that was crumbled and spread over the entire top so you had sausage in every bite.  The sauce is critical and this was also a secret recipe.  The sauce was almost a marinara sauce, but very delicate, and you could see veg and herbs in the sauce.  Next I had diced fresh tomatoes, also scattered all over the top, my last ingredient was black olives.  I love the sharp taste they add to the pizza.

The pizza was very thin with a light but crunchy dough and I enjoyed every bite of pizza even the next day.  The flavor overall was unique and I think that is the secret recipes for dough and sauce.  My new favorite pizza and I will be running to this place as soon as they open again.