A “Must-See” Movie

Last night, Rich and I enjoyed watching to flicks from Netflix. The main attraction was “The Wrestler” with Mickey Roake. I can see why he was nominated for an Academy Award. His acting is superb, especially in the scenes where he’s trying to fit into society and not the artificiality of the ring.

My favorite few minutes was his working the deli counter at a super market. He realizes that he has the aptitude to become more than a gladiator, paid to entertain the masses with blood, theatrics, and physical pain. I had to turn away when he participated in a horrific match where props – barb wire, staples, broken glass, bug spray, and furniture – become the third, and most barbaric and unpredictable combatant.

The ending left me ambivalent. I recognized that the character was a gentle and caring soul, but too far gone to do anything other than accept the adulation of the audience, even if it meant his ultimate demise.

Following a quick break for coffee and See’s chocolates, Rich popped in another movie – Taking Chance – and commented that he didn’t think it would be very good. Then premise of the story is simple. Chance Phelps, a 20-year old Private First Class Marine, is killed in combat in Iraq. His body is flown to Dover Air Force base. Lieutenant Colonel (LTCol) Michael Strobl volunteers to escort the body back to the Chance’s family in Dubois, Wyoming. During the trip, LtCol Strobl writes a diary about the trip.

With the permission of the family, he turns his diary entries into an article, which in turn became the movie “Taking Chance.”

The movie is straightforward, taking no political side. It is a fact-based, brutal, heart-breaking, and the type of movie that can stick with you for the rest of your life. I cried through the entire movie. Even as I write this article, my eyes are watering.

EVERYONE, especially hawkish Republicans, should see “Taking Chance.” No other movie, in my opinion, comes to chiseling away extraneous happenings and forcing you to experience the agony of war, the despair and grief of losing a child, spouse, relative, friend, or acquaintance.

How our Family Room Walls Got Holey

Two walls in our family room now have three-inch holes in the drywall every few feet. Why? Escape routes for mice? No. The latest in wall design? No. Holes in which to insert a mirror and see whether a small Russian Blue cat is wedged in the wall? Yes.

On Thursday morning, around 6:15, I put Garcie in the papasan chair in our family room. A little over an hour later, Rich went downstairs to bring Gracie upstairs for breakfast. She was nowhere to be found. Throughout the day, every hour or so, he’d look for her, hoping that she’d emerge from her hiding spot. No luck.

Upset with Rich’s ability to find the little rascal, I left work early to search every inch of the house, including tipping over our sofas and bed, checking in all the cupboards, looking behind bookshelves and on top of the books, and crawling around on my back to see if there were any holes in the walls (under cupboards and kitchen appliances. No luck.

After an hour of searching, I was frantic. When Rich commented that she could have jumped on top of our stacked washer and dryer, pushed up the plastic over the florescent fixture then climbed into the attic, my angst turned to hysteria. I was convinced that she’d fallen down a wall and was trapped with no way to climb back up.

Rich decided to do an experiment where he placed a piece of drywall along side Pu’Yi then used a stud locator to see whether the instrument could detect the presence of a body, just as it does for a piece of wood. It worked, which gave me some hope that we could definitively determine if Gracie was trapped in a wall.

The problem was that the findings were inconclusive and I was horrified by the idea of Gracie being trapped in a wall and slowly starving to death. Rich decided to ease my torment by drilled holes in the wall then use a mirror to see if the cat was there.

No luck. Devastated, I took two sleeping pills then climbed under the covers. Rich joined me. As soon as we settled down, we heard some noises, but decided not to investigate. Around 3 a.m. Rich nudged me awake. Gracie was on top of the dresser. As soon as we sat up, she jumped on the floor and darted out of the bedroom.

In our birthday suits we followed her down the hallway. I spotted her on top of a corner cabinet in our living room. Earlier, we had both looked behind the cabinet several times, including opening the cabinet doors.

With a flashlight in hand, Rich peeked behind the cabinet and this time, noticed an itty-bitty tail. The cabinet has a small, open space that is only accessible from the back. There’s no doubt that Gracie had been hiding there all day… and had no intention of coming out.

After Rich pulling her out from her hiding space, we put her in bed with us and closed the bedroom door. We weren’t going to chance having her disappear once again!

The picture above was taken this morning. Pu’Yi likes young women. I’m not sure that Gracie is necessarily amore with an older man.

Meet Gracie

I’ve been tormenting Rich for months about getting another cat since I feel he’s unduly influenced the cats who now refer to me as “the pesky person who leaves in the morning and returns at night.” Because Rich works from home, he has a monopoly on the cats’ affections (and demands).

While I wanted another cat, I knew it was unrealistic with our already having six sets of beady yellow, green and blue eyes. Nevertheless, I’m always on the lookout for a cat (or kitten) in need. Last Saturday, we went to the PetSmart in Burlington (next to Mount Vernon) to purchase bird food. S.P.O.T. (Saving Pets One at a Time) was having an adoption event.

In one of the cages was a small Russian Blue cat. I’d had a Russian Blue as a child whose name was Celina so I recognized the breed immediately. The cat that was up for adoption was exquisite with deep blue-gray fur, silver muzzle, round golden eyes, slender body, and angular face.

I trotted over to Rich to “test” the idea of getting another cat and he was surprisingly amenable. His first comment was, “It’s so gray.”

“And,” I probed.

An older man – Dick Willson — was eager to answer our questions about the cat because he and his wife were its foster parents. They’d named the cat Sassy. She was one of four kittens that were dropped off by the owner. According to Dick, the kittens were very feisty and he had to handle them with welder gloves. Under his care, they became very loving animals. 

After we both held Sassy, we decided to adopt her! Rich, however, decided to rename her Gracie because “she’s so gray.”

Her first few days have been a bit traumatic. First, she had to be in the car from Mount Vernon to Kirkland; also in the car was Zephyra and Jujube who we took to Mount Vernon on Friday night. And once home, Gracie met the rest of the pride: Pu’Yi, Lunetta, Ariel Anne, and Goldakevtch.

Saturday morning, we decided to lock her downstairs in the family and laundry room with Pu’Yi and Goldakevtch so she could explore without Jujube pestering her. We went downstairs a few hours later and she was nowhere to be found, but I’d heard shuffling sounds from behind the bar refrigerator. We pulled it out and there was a small hole in the wall…

Happily, Rich was able to use a small saw to quickly cut a hole in the drywall to extract her. While he patched up the wall, I put her in a Papasan chair with Pu’Yi, who softly hissed then consented to snuggling with her. Pu’Yi likes young women!

It’s going to take another week or so until Gracie is comfortable around all of the cats. Fortunately, the old ladies – Ariel Anne and Goldakevtch – and Pu’Yi are used to other cats. Zephyra is very mellow. Lunetta is afraid of her own shadow so she’ll snarl at anything that even looks at her. And Jujube… half the time he’s scared of Gracie and other half he thinks she’s a play toy.

The Michelle Obama Influence

Many weeks ago, I saw a cooking challenge that featured produce from the White House garden. It featured Bobby Flay, Emeril Lagasse, Mario Batali, and the head chef for the White House. I can remember the chefs and what was cooked, but not the name of the show…

Nevertheless, both teams used sweet potatoes because Michelle Obama had mentioned that her family enjoyed eating them. While I love potatoes, I’m not a potato connoisseur and until I watched the program, I didn’t know the difference between a yam and a sweet potato.

When we lived in Texas, I used to buy yams, mainly because I was intrigued by the color and shape. For dinner, I often microwaved a yam; scrapped out the flesh; mashed it with butter, nutmeg, and brown sugar; then lumped half on Rich’s plate and half on mine.

Once we moved to Washington, our yam consumption plummeted, replaced by fingerling potatoes, sliced thin, seasoned and baked until crisp.

Because of the fuss over sweet potatoes on the cooking challenge, I decided to invest in one, a giant tuber that was the size of three normal-sized baking potatoes. Last week, with a bin full of starting to flower broccoli, I peeled the sweet potato, chopped it into chunks then combined it with coarsely chopped broccoli and onions. I boiled the concoction for an hour or so, pureed it, then added several cups of slightly steamed diced broccoli.

Yike! Sweet potatoes are very SWEET. My intended broccoli soup was more like… broccoli-flavored vanilla pudding! Rich recommended salt, which barely cut the sweetness. Determined to redeem my soup, I tossed in a handful of dried oregano. Voila! It wasn’t bad. In fact, I’ve been eating the soup for lunch all week.

In the future, I’m going to take the word “sweet” literally when I decide to use sweet potatoes for cooking!

Denial Only Goes so Far

Rich and I are fervent recyclers. We’re constantly looking for ways to reduce our footprint, such as buying less packaging, chipping leaves and branches to make mulch, and perusing local Goodwill stores for slightly used books, clothing, cooking utensils, and collectibles.

One of my favorite “green” locales is the “magazine exchange” in Mount Vernon. Okay, it’s not really an exchange. It’s the local recycling center, but they usually have a large dumpster brimming with slightly read magazines. I routinely remove three to four magazines for each one I deposit. And most times, someone has tossed out a stack of older National Geographic.

I fish these gems out like a child reaching in a candy barrel. Most times, they end up on a bookshelf until I run out of reading materials. A month ago, I started reading a National Geographic from April 1987.

Reading a magazine that’s nearly twenty three old has its pros and cons. The pro is that you can learn how far technology, medicine and other sciences have progresses. An article that espouses the computational power of a PC in 1987 is laughable today.

The con is that you can learn how environments, animal life, and manmade infrastructure have deteriorated or cease to exist. The initial article in the magazine was about the high Andes in Chili and Bolivia. Many of the same issues exist today when it comes to healthcare, exploitation of natural resources, and quality of life.

The article “Seals and Their Kin” discuss the horrors of debris such as fishing nets and plastics in the ocean that contribute to the death of seals and sea lions. The story hasn’t changed.

I had to ease into the article “AIR an atmosphere of uncertainty” because many of the issues twenty three years ago are no different today. Even more sobering, decisions that were made in 1987 weren’t always in the best interest of communities and the environment.

For instance, the article discussed the town of Casmalia near Santa Barbara, California. At the time, chemicals – cyanide, oil field acids, pesticides, and industrial solvents – were being dumped in an open lagoon at a toxic waste dump. The 200 citizens in the town complained of noxious smells and respiratory problems. The director of the state health services, however, decided the dump posed no imminent danger to people and should remain open.

No doubt, the three million dollars of fees that the county collected every year from the facility influenced their decision to overlook current and potential issues.

Two years after the article was written the toxic waste dump was closed because of numerous permit violations. A few years later, the dump became a Superfund site that was overseen by the federal Environmental Protection Agency. Around 4.5 billion pounds of hazardous waste from around 10,000 individuals, businesses and government agencies were buried at the site.

In August 1987, the World Commission on Environment and Development, also known as the Brundtland Commission, published, “Our Common Future,” a report that laid the groundwork for the 1992 Earth Summit and establishment of the Commission on Sustainable Development. What the commission probably overlooked at the time was the rapid growth of what was considered second and third world nations such as China and Brazil.

In 1987, China produced few pollutants as compared to developed nations. A decade earlier the Cultural Revolution had come to an end with the death of Mao Se Tung and the arrest of the Gang of Four. China has since become the world’s second largest energy consumer behind the United States. About 70 percent of its energy needs include the use of “dirty” coal. Twenty of the world’s thirty most polluted cities are in now China. In addition, 90 percent of China’s cities suffer from some degree of water pollution and nearly 500 million people lack access to safe drinking water.

While advances and availability of healthcare and improved nutrition has boost life expectancies and reduced infant mortality in China, these advances have been counterbalanced by a marked increased in respiratory problems as a result of widespread air pollutions and millions of cigarette smokers. Today, industrial pollution, particularly of the air, is a significant health hazard in China.

In 1987, 65,000 commercial components, each a proven carcinogen, entered the environment. At the time, Cubatão, Brazil was considered the most polluted place on the earth and had earned the distinction of being called the “Valley of Death.” Scores of manufacturing and processing plants spewed at least 75 pollutants into the acrid air. According to an article written in 2000 by Reuters Limited, “At the base of tropic mountains as green and dense as broccoli lies Cubatão, lies a city many Brazilians still know as the place where babies were born without brains 20 years ago. Cubatão’s chimneys still belch smoke and flames into the air 24 hours a day and a stale industrial odor lingers.”

The article continues, elaborating on bladder cancer being six times more prevalent in Cubatão and neighboring cities. Cancers of the nervous system, including the brain, were four time more widespread, and lung, throat, mouth, and pancreatic were twice as high.

Even though pollution controls have been implemented, and by 2000 the micrograms of particles per cubic meter of air had been reduced from 100 micrograms in 1984 to 48, the air and toxin-saturated soil and groundwater continue to be a health hazard for the 120,000 residents of Cubatão.

It easy to dismiss what happening in another country as “their problem,” but the reality is that the United States is equally polluted. The New Jersey Public Interest Research Group (NJPIRG) reported in 2002 that New Jersey had the worst air pollution in the country. According to the report, “Every resident in New Jersey’s 21 counties lives with unhealthy levels of ozone, [which] causes chest pain and coughing, aggravate asthma, reduce lung function and lead to irreversible lung damage.”

During an ozone alert day – one out of every three days during the summer of 2002 – there was a 20 percent increase in emergency room visits by asthmatics, 30 percent of which were children. In addition, during bad-air days in New Jersey, the mortality rate of senior citizens increases as labored breathing triggers strokes and heart attacks.

In 1987, according to the article in National Geographic, twenty automobiles, including those built before 1975 without catalytic converters, emit the equivalence of 525 pounds of lead in exhaust fumes during their average life span of ten years. Fast forward fifteen years to New Jersey and forty percent of smog pollution is attributed to passenger cars and trucks – the largest source of air pollution in the state. At the time, President George W. Bush and the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) authorized a serious roll-back of the Clean Air Act that paved the way for more pollution from power plants in New Jersey and across the nation.

The State of New Jersey, however, wasn’t ready to concede that pollution was a given. Instead, they worked to pass the New Jersey Clean Cars bill in early 2004, which legislated reducing air toxics by 23 percent more than the federal emission standards through stricter car emissions standards and the promotion of cleaner, advanced technology vehicles.

Five years later, the “Cash for Clunkers” program took 700,000 gas-guzzling cars off the road by providing cash incentives for consumers to purchase more full efficient cars. It’s estimated that the program will cut total carbon-dioxide emissions by 9 million metric tons over the next 25 years.

When National Geographic published the article “AIR an atmosphere of uncertainty” in 1987, the EPA’s National Air Quality and Emissions Trend Report noted that nearly 80 million people live in countries where ozone levels exceed air-quality standards, 61 million breathe too much carbon monoxide, and 32.6 million share air space with too many particles. These findings created a call-to-action by many countries who can proudly proclaim that they’ve put in places regulations, standards, and technologies to reduce pollutants. For other countries, industrialization, at any costs, superseded potential health hazards.

David Pimental, a professor of ecology and agricultural sciences at Cornell University, examined data from more than 120 published papers on the effects of population growth, malnutrition, and various kinds of environmental degradation on human diseases. In 2007, his published findings in Science Daily, showed that 40 percent of deaths worldwide are caused by water, air, and soil pollution. According to Pimental, this environmental degradation, coupled with the growth in world populations, contribute to the malnourishment and disease susceptibility of 3.7 million people.

From a pollution point-of-view, according to Pimental’s research, 1.2 billion people lack clean water, leading to the death of 1.2 million to 2.7 million people a year from waterborne infections and toxins. Add another 3 million deaths per year from air pollution (carbon dioxide and other gases) and 5 million annual deaths from unsanitary living conditions (half of which are children) and you begin to wonder why people are more concerned with swine flu and HIV/AIDS than the effects of pollution.

Yet, in 2010, segments of the population are denying the obvious connection between pollution and health issues, climate changes, and the end product, global warming. Reducing carbon dioxide and other greenhouse emissions – from industry, transportation and energy use – can both slow climate change and improve the health of people worldwide.

Many of these changes can be implemented on a small scale. Kirk R. Smith, a professor of global environmental health at the University of California, Berkeley, proposed replacing the solid fuel stoves in 150 million households in India with low-emission stove technologies. Over a ten year period, this change could prevent 2 million premature deaths and reduce greenhouse pollution by hundreds of millions tons.

Go to Fox News, however, and the debate isn’t about environmental degradation and the corollary to climate change, but the validity of scientific research. An article published on December 8, 2009, Surprise, Surprise, Many Scientists Disagree on Global Warning, reports “There is hardly unanimity among scientists about global warming or mankind’s role in producing it. But you wouldn’t know it if you just listened to the Obama administration.”

The article cites a petition signed by 30,000 American scientists that urge the United States government to reject the Kyoto treaty that aims to reduce greenhouse gas concentrates that contribute to global warming. Anyone, however, can sign the petition whether you have a PhD, MD or no initials after your name. Check out the number of “Bush’s” on the list of “B” signers.

Whether you believe in global warming or are so naïve to believe that higher temperatures are actual good for increasing agriculture and people’s health, denial only goes so far. Pollution is unhealthy. It doesn’t matter whether polar bears are dying because the ice caps are melting, reducing their ability to get food, or if high levels of pollutants in their fat is hampering their immune and reproductive systems. The polar bears are dying. People around the world are dying. What’s left to question?

Sensing an Undertone of Prejudice

Last week, I received a belated Christmas card from a woman I met in Texas. She was my roommate at HealthSouth, a rehabilitation center in Austin. She’d been hit by a car that backed into her and broke her hip. I was recovering from a car accident that fractured my pelvis. Initially, I was leery of having a roommate, but was deeply grateful for her friendship and encouragement.

We kept in touch after I left HealthSouth. Her recent letter, however, reaffirmed what I believe is an insurgence of prejudice in America. She wrote of her travels, noting “Portland – the delicious blueberry pancakes made by a black chef in the downtown area.”

The use of the word “black” not only seems out of place, but also possibly reveals racism. Is she implying that they’re willing to eat at an establishment where the chef is black? Perhaps she’s surprised that a black man can cook.

I’m jumping to these conclusions because of the volumes of emails that she sent prior to Obama being elected. She deduced that Obama was an evil man with Islamic upbringings and undoubtedly was of foreign birth. She relied on her strong Christian beliefs to fan her fear of liberal policies and the perceived inevitable downfall of America. In addition, she was deeply concerned with my husband’s and my salvation. She even sent us tape to help us “see the way.”

Admitted, during the presidential primaries, my first choice wasn’t Barack Obama. “Who is this man,” I wondered. Once he spoke and I learned of his past, I was not only a supporter, but also enthusiastic devotee. I never figured out whether he was a white man with a black father or a black man with a white mother. It never really matter. I was in awe of his intelligence, accomplishments, and extraordinary determination to obtain his goals.

I was proud to elect a man whose convictions propelled him to become a humanitarian (community organizer) as opposed to someone whose newly found religious fervor — after decades of drinking, partying and failed business schemes – was a testament of his compassion.

The facts are irrefutable. When Bush was elected Governor of Texas, he inherited a large surplus from the former Governor, Ann Richards. After burning through the money, borrowing billions, relaxing regulations ― resulting in Texas becoming the most polluted state in the nation ― and signing the execution order of 155 people (the most execution by any governor in American history), he waltzed into the presidency, a result of political machinations.

Once again, he was given the luxury of a budget surplus. Eight years, two wars, creation of the biggest annual deficit in history, and other unprecedented economic woes, he left office with a smile on his face and not an ounce of remorse.

During his tenure, he set the all-time record of the most days on vacation by any president (including the entire month before 9/11), and turned a blind eye to Americans in need — over 2 million Americans lost their jobs in 2001 and 2002, unemployment benefits were cut along with healthcare benefits to war veterans, and freedoms and civil liberties were axed. In addition, he ran a corrupt, highly secretive government that included changing US policies to allow convicted criminals to be awarded government contracts, appointed more convicted criminals to administrative positions than any other president and signed more laws and executive orders that circumvented the Constitution than any other president! View his resume.

In spite of his undeniable incompetence, mendacity, and determination to destroy the American way-of-life by creating massive budget deficits, invading countries, removing civil liberties, pampering the rich, rewarding the unscrupulous, and remaining oblivious to those in need, swarms of Americans continue to praise Bush while denigrating everything that President Obama says and does.

Visit Fox News and comment after comment refers to Obama as a destructive narcissist, shameful individual, self-serving, dictator, clueless, stupid, liar, Marxist, coward… un-American, communist, Chicago thug, and even the antichrist.

It’s a mystery to me how these words could be applied to a man who has worked tirelessly to rectify the wrongs that occurred in the prior eight years, and, as far as I can tell, hasn’t made anything worse. The only conclusion that I can draw are that many America are opposed to President Obama because his skin color.

My belief is strengthened both by the pompous proclamations of Rush Limbaugh – whose vicious and racist tone does little to crimp his popularity – and the comments on Fox News (the ghastly grammar and spelling illustrates the intelligence of these individuals)…

  • “Barry is an abomination. Barry should go back to Kenya.”
  • “I feel that he has totaly and fully embarassed you people by being the first black American president that even white people was proud of, muchless the pride that you felt when he was elected, and then turn out to be a corrupt, self-centered criminal.”
  • “THE VERY DUMB FASCIST KENYAN IS IN NO POSITION TO GIVE ADVICE , THE 4TH REICH, BARELY LASTED 1 YEAR, AND THE BROWN SHIRT RATS ARE FLEEING THE SINKING TUB, NO NOT U MICHELLE”
  • “Pray for Obama, Psalms 109:8: May his days be few; may another take his office." (written 1/17/10)
  • “You will never own us obomo sambo!”
  • “i l ike your style here . keep up slayin the tards. I see them as naggers. – aka p[eople who annoy us.”
  • “Nappy is going down.”
  • “Once again Nappy lies to Americans. His lies are well documented. Why should anyone believe anything this whack-job says?”

Pasta Harvest

Yesterday afternoon, I was motivated to make some pasta. I decided to use the bread hook on the Kitchenaide to make the dough (two eggs, flour, salt, water). The resulting dough was nicely mixed so it didn’t need to be run through my pasta maker as many times.

Because I have a super easy and effective ravioli maker that makes twelve at a time, I searched through my refrigerator and freezer for "something" that could be made into the filling. Two weeks ago, I had purchased a sweet potato after seeing the White House edition of Iron Chef America. Four chefs competed on two teams using the "secret" ingredient — produce from the White House organic garden.

Michelle Obama commented that she loved sweet potatoes. Yam. Sweet potato. At the time, I wondered, "weren’t they the same?"

Nope. After microwaving my lone sweet potato for ten minutes, I quickly realized what all the "ruckus" is over sweet potatoes. First, they’re not as dark as a yam and super sweet. Ah, now I understand how sweet potatoes can be turned into pie!

Wanting a more robust ravioli, I browned some onions and garlic then added two chopped chicken sausages. I buy various flavors of chicken or turkey sausages and divide them into packages of two, which I then freeze. The problem is that I don’t label the sausages so I don’t know whether I’m using a sausage that consists of chicken and apples or turkey with poblanos!

Happily, I must have selected chicken and apple sausage. The concoction looked rather… gross (right)…with competing flavors so I added Cajun seasoning. If you’re going to blow a dish, you might as well aim for total failure.

Nevertheless, I proceeded with making three dozen raviolis. Even  though I had more filling, I decided to turn the rest of the dough into wide and thin spaghetti.

After cleaning up my mess, I brought a pot of water to a boil and cooked 18 of the ravioli, which I served with a drizzle of olive oil and sprinkle of seasoning. They were SURPRISINGLY yummy! The sweet potato was a nice base for sausage.

In fact, they were so good that on Sunday morning, I made a small batch of dough and made two dozen more ravioli with the rest of the filling. I then placed the ravioli on plates in the freezer. When they were hard, I bagged them for a future dinner or two!

The spaghetti we’ll eat in the coming weeks. After it’s dry, I seal it up in bags and place in the pantry. The two bags of spaghetti are in the back. A freezer bag of frozen ravioli is in the front.

Tile Over Bathtub!

This weekend, Rich charged ahead with adding the last bit of tile to our middle bathroom. Happily the white tile above the bathtub was in good shape so all he had to do was add three strips of tiny square tiles that match the tiles on the floor and back splash then fill in the rest of the space with white tiles that match the original white tiles.

Of course, I’m greatly simplifying the effort, which required lots of measuring and cutting to make the tiles fit. Rich, however, is a tile wizard and enjoys tiling (especially with his tile saw) so the job goes rather quickly.

After the tiles firmly adhere to the wall, he’ll do the grout. In addition, he needs to hang the towel bars, toilet paper holder, and matching glass shelf over the toilet. He also needs to add the glass doors on the tub so it can used as a shower. Rich doesn’t like shower curtains.  

Everyone is pleased with the new bathroom, especially Jujube who explains that the sink is the perfect size for lounging.

Water Faucet Passes Inspection

Yesterday, Rich installed that new sink and cascading water faucet in the bathroom he’s remodeling. In spite of the strange design of the faucet, Jujube gives it two thumbs up!

Jujube reports that instead of having to crank his head under the faucet and lap at droplets of water, he can comfortably lap water from the glass circle or drink the water as it cascades off the glass.

The faucet is adjusted by pushing the handle forward to turn on the water or back to turn it off. Pushing the handle to the right provides colds water. Hot water cascades out when the handle is pushed to the left.

We’ll probably install a similar sink and faucet in our master bathroom when Rich starts to remodel it in a few months. The vessels sink is not only dramatic, but takes up significantly less space on the counter. Very cool!

Cookies are Safely Frozen!

If you’ve been following this blog, you’ll know that Rich and I made twelve different types of cookies and five types of candies to give away this year. What you may not know is that we keep around a third of them.

In late December/early January I package the remaining cookies in freezer bags then toss them in the freezer to be consumed throughout the year. This year, we ended up with six bags — one every other month!

I didn’t freeze the candies… but you’ve got to have some temptation to tug at one’s New Year’s resolution to lose weight.