1 Two Mondays AND two Fridays. My office was closed yesterday for Pioneer Day. Going back into the office today, I had to keep reminding myself that it was Thursday and not Monday. In the breakroom this afternoon, one of my co-workers said, "What a hellish week! It has two Mondays!" Another co-worker, a positive woman, said, "Ah, yes, but it also has two Fridays!" I like that logic.
2. The escape. I wrote yesterday about our dog guest, Scooby. He was good yesterday and last night. I think he needed to hang out with us for a full day to get accustomed to his surroundings. But...this morning I went to work early because I had a meeting at 7:00. I fed the dogs and gave them a treat and told them to be good. MT told me that Scooby was not a good boy. He managed to push past MT out the garage door and took off on a running tour of the neighborhood. Now friends, we live on the corner of a busy street and I would venture to guess that about the time MT was loading his truck with tools from the garage, there was quite a bit of traffic. Scooby managed to run up the street, across the busy street and back down the other side of the street before MT caught up with him. I will confess that Scooby's escaping has been one of my primary worries. I physically body-block him whenever I go out the front door. It would be difficult for me to catch him. For one thing, I would be under-dressed (ahem) and probably shoeless as I am most of the time when I'm in my house. Also I don't run very fast and without supportive undergarments and shoes, I would be extra slow.
I am ready for Scooby's family to take him home, but his owner is in Missouri and his surrogate owner is in California. I don't know how long this beastie is going to be here.
3. Potato salad. Today is the fourth Thursday of the month and our middle-management team, of which I am a part, always fixes lunch for our team on the fourth Thursday. Today we had grilled teriyaki chicken thighs. (Delicious.) For side dishes, I bought a couple of macaroni salads from the deli of a local grocery store and a Bavarian potato salad from the same store. Have you ever had Bavarian potato salad? It's made with vinegar and mustard instead of mayo. It's tangy and tasty and I like it.
Eating that potato salad made me think of my dad's potato salad. His potato salad was so good. He cooked the potatoes perfectly so they were just a little on the soft side and he added just the right amount of mayo and mustard. He also used a lot of hard boiled eggs which I love. The only thing I didn't like about his potato salad was that he cut the onions too big. I don't like to bite into a big piece of raw onion. Whenever we made potato salad together, I always chopped up the onions very fine and tiny so they were perfect to me. I got all the flavor and none of the overwhelming onion bite.
Is it weird that three bites of Bavarian potato salad would make be miss my dad so much today?
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To answer your last question, no.
I went to Fullerton earlier this week, and was feeling pretty sorry for myself in general. I found myself in the gift shop of a little museum, and there was a little pillow that had a typewriter printed on it and the words, ‘oh, hello’ at the top. I almost burst into tears because it reminded me of getting ready to take a selfie with Dad but he thought at first that it was a video so when he saw himself on screen he said, “oh, hello!’ In such a sweet voice. It’s a memory I hope I never forget, and that pillow brought back that moment for me very vividly. I almost bought the pillow.
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