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Category Archives: the coffeepot’s on
>Winter or road construction?
When spring comes, I’ll get some new herbs for the cappucino mugs and something to grow in Kermit’s cute little hat. But for now, I’ll curl up with a good book and enjoy watching the snow fall.
>It really is the thought that counts.
>You might be a teacher if your home has a few of these scattered about. They’re the cute little decorative things proclaiming that teachers are the salt of the earth, fabulous people, the greatest ever — all of which, of course, are true.
I won’t give you advice on how or where to pick out a holiday gift for a special teacher — the pretty Mir does that better. I’ll tell you, instead, a story of some of my favorite “teacher” gifts.
Ten years ago (was it really that long? Sheesh) the Green Bay Packers were on their way to the Super Bowl and I had one lone Dallas Cowboy fan in my 6th grade class. The other kids gave him a very hard time, but he took it with good humor. This student got me a Packer ornament for Christmas. Thoughtful? You bet.
I keep a popsicle-stick craft piece on my bookshelf. It’s cute and handmade, but it makes me smile because I remember the girl coming into the room that morning with her glue bottle still open, putting the last sticks in place. It was just like her homework; her intentions were good, but she was an endless procrastinator.
One Christmas the trendy items were blanket throws. They were inexpensive and came in a variety of colors and patterns. I received several, and each giver was creative. One came with a box of popcorn and a gift card for movie rentals. Another included a box of hot cocoa and and a cute holiday mug. Blanket throws — a person can never have too many, and the parents & kids who gave these put a lot of thought into their gift giving.
The bear says, “Teachers rule,” but maybe it’s more accurate to say that we do our best to measure up. I know that we’ll keep on doing what we can to make the world a brighter place. Thanks for the memories.
>Early to rise, early to begin
>…Makes the house smell like a turkey again!
(with apologies to Poor Richard’s Almanac)
Timetable so far on Love Thursday, Thanksgiving Day:
6:00 — get up, feed bunnies
6:15 — stuff turkey, preheat oven
6:30 — start turkey!
6:35 — start a pot of Door County cranberry creme coffee
6:45 — put a load of La Petite’s laundry in the dryer
6:55 — bring in the morning paper, heavy with Black Friday ads
7:00 — watch the Early Show, drink a cup of cranberry creme coffee in a Pop’n’Fresh mug. Appropriate for a big day of cooking, don’t you think?
Update:
9:00 — The house smells lovely. Amigo is watching the Macy’s parade, Husband is cooking the rootmash, and La Petite is sleeping late as only a college student can. I have showered, folded two loads of college sheets, and refilled the doughboy mug with holiday-flavored coffee. Life is good.
Second update:
10:40 — turkey is perilously close to done, and we’re not eating until noon, so we turned the oven way down. Amigo is dressed and taking breaks from the parade to help mash the potatoes. La Petite is awake, and the bunny litter boxes are cleaned. Guests will start arriving in an hour or so. House still smells wonderful and reminds me of one reason I love Thanksgiving!
>’Twas the day before Thanksgiving
>’Twas the eve of Thanksgiving, and all through the kitchen
All the creatures were stirring and cooking and mixin’.
The tables were moved and were set up with care
All set for the banquet that soon would be there.
And teens in their sweats and their slippers were wrapping
A few early gifts while their mother was napping.
Her birthday was looming, and more to remember,
The Dad’s and the daughter’s were early December.
The cooler was full, to make room in the fridge
For the delicacies that would soon rest within.
The turkey was huge, with a big bag of stuffin’
Just waiting for cranberries, jello, and muffins.
We’d no Iron chef, and no jolly old elf,
So all shared the workload, not one by herself.
What’s left? Cook the turkey, the stuffing, the rest
Then share our Thanksgiving with family, our guests.
>Planning Ahead
>We are hosting Thanksgiving this year. To be prepared, Husband wrote up the entire menu and noted who would be responsible for each dish. We printed this in Braille for Amigo to review it, and then we took inventory.
We found a few surprises. We own enough serving dishes to put everything on the buffet table. We have barely enough silverwear, though, and dinner plates and dessert plates are a little short. To rectify this, we headed to the nearby outlet mall, only to find that the Pfaltzgraf outlet had closed up and moved some time ago. It moved to a location on the route to La Petite’s college, so we know we’ll get there eventually, but we need to wing it on Thursday.
Husband went out to the French place (Tar-jay) to replenish our flatware and get a few glasses that don’t say Bacardi or Packers on them. So what’s wrong with Packer glasses, I ask? Isn’t Brett Favre someone to be thankful for? But I digress — here’s the menu, and the plan. You’ll have to imagine the snooty restauranteur accent while you read.
2006 Thanksgiving Menu at Chez OK
Appetizers:
Fresh Veggies with Dip — Her Mom and Stepdad
Fresh Fruit pieces — Brother & Sis-in-Law
Pickles & Olives — Husband & Amigo
Harvest Carrot Soup — Husband
Main Course:
Turkey with Stuffing — Daisy
Sides:
Old Fashioned Plain Mashed Potatoes — Husband
Root Mash (Mmmm) — Husband
Gravy — Daisy
Packer Veggies (Corn & Peas) — Daisy & Amigo
1-2-3 Cranberry Sauce — Amigo
Cranberry Jell-O — Her Mom
Pumpkin & Cranberry Breads — Her Mom
Dinner Rolls — His Mom & Dad
Desserts:
Pumpkin Pie with Whipped Topping — Brother & Sis-in-Law
Apple Pie — His Mom & Dad
Mince Meat Pie (maybe) — Her Mom & Stepdad
Beverages:
Wines, as chosen by your Sommeliers, Brother & Husband
Apple Cider — Husband
Soda (Various) — already stocked
Milk — already stocked
Water — Bunnies (They have to have a chore, too!)
Coffee, Regular and Decaf — Daisy
Some beverages will be in a cooler with ice to free up space in the refrigerator
Menu subject to change.
Her Mom & Stepdad will bring some small paper plates for use with appetizers.
Her Mom & Stepdad will bring some folding chairs.
His Mom & Dad will bring a folding long table with tablecloth to use as a buffet table.
La Petite will pitch in somehow.
Are we ready? I think so. Turkey Day? Bring it on!!!
>Give my regards to…Billy Joel and Andrew Lloyd Webber?
>I don’t get out much. Really. It’s not a complaint, it’s just a fact. When I do get out, I enjoy and appreciate every minute of it. On the rare occasion that I get to see a Broadway touring show, I like to remember it. A souvenir mug makes more sense to me than a t-shirt or photo album.
I use the Phantom of the Opera mug at school, where I wash it by hand rather than in the dishwasher. Rumor has it that heat-sensitive mugs like this last longer that way. You see, when I add hot liquid to the mug (who am I kidding — coffee, of course), the trademark Phantom mask appears. Until then, the mug seems to be mostly black.
In fact, one cold and dreary day I walked into the teacher’s lounge to see our building engineer staring in horror at the black mug he had filled with coffee as a spooky white mask appeared in front of him. Yes, it was his first cup of the day, and yes, he was still half asleep when he picked it off of the rack. I burst out laughing and he just shook his head and admitted that he really, really needed to get more sleep. And in case you’re wondering, yes, he washed it out for me afterward, and no, I wasn’t upset.
There are a few shows I’ve seen for which I did not buy mugs: Oklahoma (classic, fun), and Wicked (wow!) to name two. I’d love to add those to my collection. And if I am lucky enough to get tickets to The Lion King, coming next spring to our town, I will definitely look for a mug.
In the meantime, I’ll drink my morning cup o’ joe from a mug with a story and a song behind it.
>Mugs and Memories
>This coffee mug is a big one. I use it when I want a little extra coffee or tea or a hot cocoa with all the fixins. It’s special in two ways. The back of the mug, shown in the top photo, advertises the Mielke Institute, an opportunity clothed in 3 graduate credits for local teachers of all ages, kindergarten through high school. The Mielke Foundation pays everything: tuition, meals, materials, the works. During the week, about 25 – 30 participants focus on a theme and work with college professors to examine that theme and how it relates to teaching every day. It’s an amazing week of learning, thinking, and analyzing, and comparing notes with other teachers.
The other side of the mug shows Lawrence University, the campus where the classes and seminars are held. This part is extra special because I attended LU (not that long ago, the dinosaurs no longer roamed the campus). Husband, my college sweetheart, can also look over the drawing, too, and reminisce about our days on this lovely campus.
>NaBloPoMo
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National Blog Post Month, created and inspired by Fussy.org, is coming up in November.
Starting on November 1st, many bloggers will work to follow Yoda’s advice and Post Every Day. When I mentioned to my family that I had signed up, they responded, “So what’s new? You post every day anyway!” Well, almost. There are limits. when I had long nights of parent-teacher conferences I didn’t post. I didn’t post when I was sick — okay, maybe I did.
Blogging is fun for me. I blog not for ad revenue (but I might be convinced to sign up if it’s worthwhile), not for the publicity (13-20 readers most days, come on!), but for the pure enjoyment. I just found out that Fussy and friends will be offering a few prizes, but the odds of winning are low (>100 participants!), though, so I’m not counting on it.
Last night Husband, wrapped loosely in a queen sized sheet as he tried to spread it on the bed, complained that he could handle 100 feet of heavy cable better than he could one clean sheet. When I sat down with the pillowcases and laughed, he realized the sad truth: it was a bloggable moment. In his defense, he is fairly accomplished at housework and does it periodically. Making beds is just one of his least favorites on the chore list. He’d rather snowblow the driveway in a blizzard than change sheets, and hence the notable quotable.
One of the best and brightest bulbs in the Blogosphere’s chandelier is that of comraderie and virtual friendship. I read several blogs regularly, if not daily. My list of favorites keeps changing as I find others that think the way I do or entertain me. No one knocks spelling or grammar when a blogger dangles a participle or splits an infinitive. If a mommyblogger is having a rough day, no one tells her she’s a bad mom. We all commiserate and let her know that we’ve had days like that, too. I’ve found like minds who blog from several states away, even in different countries. We develop cyber-friendships by commenting on each other’s blogs and emailing occasionally.
I expect NaBloPoMo will be more of the same. You lucky readers will get to hear all about Thanksgiving at my house, the first snows of our Wisconsin winter, and more. I’ll do my best to make it interesting and enjoyable. And as Yoda might say, “Read Compost Happens you will!”
>Second hand rose…
>…I’m reading second hand books.
I know, that didn’t rhyme. I do buy second hand clothes, but that’s not what I was doing tonight. After supper (chicken in the crockpot, mmm) and after I had settled the tired husband and teen and separated the tussling bunnies, I went out to pick up contact lense solution and a big bag of paperbacks. I bought a couple mysteries, a few novels, and one young adult sci-fi book for my classroom collection. Okay, maybe I bought more than a few novels. I spent (gulp) $24 at the bookstore, after she deducted my discount for the books I brought back to resell. Well, I rationalize this in several ways.
1. I got a lot more for my money than I would have if I’d bought new books.
2. This should hold me for at least a month, if not more.
3. I can contribute a few to our fiction basket in the staff lounge.
4. It’s one of my few guilty pleasures.
This is all about balance. I read newspapers and Time magazine regularly. I read professional books and journals to keep up to date in my field. These are the books that I will read for me alone — books that let me lose myself in a plot, in a setting, in characters that are like me or totally unlike me. These are the books that I will read to relax at night. They’re books that will settle my mind, not get it spinning, right before bed.
Long ago, when we were newlyweds and we lived in a small resort town, I considered opening a shop like the one I visited tonight. Now I consider it as a possible retirement option. I could combine it with a coffeehouse and serve locally baked treats. I could call it Creative Juices or Expressivo and have a theme decor of classical music and/or local art. La Petite’s photography could be displayed and sold. Amigo could work there; he is so friendly and likable, I know he’d be great as greeter or server. He doesn’t drink coffee, but he sure likes people. He could probably suggest good local musicians to play there, too. If I chose a train theme, Husband’s HO scale models could line the walls. I can’t think of a shop name to go with trains: Train of Thought or The Coffee Engine? There must be a better idea somewhere.
Or not. I’m only in my mid-forties, so retirement isn’t in the picture for a long, long time. But I can dream.