Monday, April 27, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
At Ching Hwa Chinese restaurant
Is new to America
We were at Ching Hwa's again this week
And Weymin remembered us.
“ I tao my husbawn,
‘Min come in today, took
Pikchoor of his 'beo' I write
Now today you come beck!
you take pikchoor of me!
I smi-oo nice for you!
So sorry, Weymin,
No camera today.
Happy repartee ensued
and when she said she enjoys
singing in a gwee cwub
I asked what she likes to sing,
and she said,
Aw kind Bloadway show song,
Like this: (sings in soft lyric)
I singin in the wain, jus singin
in the wain.....
I quickly join her in the song:
“…what a glorious feeling
I’m happy again…”
We finish the whole song together.
Alerted diners smile.
"Next time I will bring the camera
And take a picture of you!"
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Long before the Deadwood TV series, peaches have been a welcome delicacy here. We open a large can, and after having a healthy portion, the tin goes into the refrigerator and stands near the front of the second shelf, at the ready. Our Sterling spoon stays in the can because peaches come and go quickly once a can is de-lidded.
This comes as a recommendation. There is no brand of peach better than the those contained in the Roundy's can purchaseable at Pick N Save. The Roundy brand is often thought of as a down-graded, low-price, house brand. With the advent of the financial crunch we buy Roundy's stuff a lot. So far we faven't gone wrong with Roundy's milk, butter, banana-peppers, soups, Cola - which is a dead ringer for Coca Cola - ice cream, and many other things.
When you get right down to a bowl of Roundy's peach slices, as shown above, there is something almost erotic about them. And the juice they put in them is neither too sweet nor too sour.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
time draws its brush across the landscape
from brown to green.
Lying closely enough
beside a glass on the nightstand
the ice is melting audibly.
Subdued shifts are heard.
Outside, blue Siberian Squill
rustles perceptibly in greening grass
through dead leaves.
Friday, April 17, 2009
We had our open heart surgery in May 2005 and the device was implanted then. Some readers of the raccoonage will remember that the sawing open of our upper skeleton nearly resulted, due to our going-in debilitated state, in a termination of our occupancy here in the raccoon district. There was a momentary event on the operating table that briefly - technically - resulted in our permanent change of address.
But thanks to the Almighty and the team of doctors (Long, Saien, Quinn and Vorperian) and a host of blessed caregivers in convalescent sites, after a lengthy recovery we returned to the district. The repairs were successful. We cannot say enough in expression of our gratitude !
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Last night we again enjoyed the famous Baked Potato Soup at the Machine Shed with old friends Quin and Laura Brien. That's Laura of http://raccoonnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-to-srn-reader-laura-brien-for.html
This outing has become a habit, largely for the potato soup, thick and creamy with chives, cheese and bacon. As to bacon, Quin has become quite friendly with the huge swine in front, this time calming the beast sufficiently to pose for a still, if uncooperative, snapshot.
We met the Briens in 1981 when we joined Friedens United Church of Christ at 13th and Juneau, Milwaukee. Quin was then president of the church council, and Dee came from Maryland to be the Friedens Parish Worker overseeing the community garden, food pantry and neighborhood outreach.
Even then, agriculture played a role in our lives together. Quin was a long-time employee with A.O. Smith, manufacturers of the popular blue and white silos. These silos were Quin's bread and butter. Once shortly after Dee got here we were riding together in the country with the Briens.
Dee was surveying the passing scene. She shook her head somewhat disapprovingly and said, "WHAT'S WITH ALL THESE UGLY BLUE SILOS? Hearts were won just with the brief exchange that followed, which I don't remember.
Quin doesn't have anything if not twinkling eyes, which he cannot suppress. And Laura is in prideless possession of, among other attributes, a great chin.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
We have made several three-sided pyramid bells. This is the biggest one. It weighs around 50 lbs and stands 3 feet tall. We won't violate the fine rust patina, but will merely re-whiten and re-blue the eyes and add a black nose + ears. Then it's good for another 20 years, at least.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
We drove the nine miles to son David's to deliver an Easter gift, a newly-arrived CD of trombonist Joe Alessi's TROMBONASTICS. We ostensibly put the CD back into the case, refolded the program notes folder from the scanner and slid it into the case.............and drove into the rural driveway west of town with a rare gift. We paused to take a picture of the old birch twig name tag from the 60's David still has nailed to the homestead, placing the envelope with the about-to-be-delivered CD on the trunk while we worked the camera.
David came out and went to open the CD, but it wasn't there! 'We' had forgotten to take the CD out of the computer tower back at home, following the download. The case was empty of its contents. Program notes, but no music. Over a cup of coffee the raccoonteur silently mused over the sheer stupidity of it all.
But it gave him a chance to see Mike, student trombonist for whom the item was destined as an inspirational Easter offering. Mike laughed if off, but his slight disappointment was visible.
These kind of things happen...........to anybody.
Well, the actual CD will be given to the Dousman Dixes tomorrow when they stop in to pick it up in Waukesha. I also have another bit of mending to do on our Easter bunny whose ear has again broken off. Unintentionally.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Town of Waukesha
Curmudgeon, lodge aficianado, farmer of 80 acres on which he raises steers, loyal bud. Teller of great stories. Driver of old cars with regular non-Collector license plates. Visitor when I was sick. Promoter of the common good. Husband of very tolerant Shirley.
We had breakfast at Dave's yesterday, an old-time diner that caters to regular folks from every walk, a Waukesha landmark in whose shadow the new ritzy Black Swan Restaurant and THE CLARKE Hotel struggles to rise across the street, a study in societal comparison. If it were an arm-wrestle between that place and Dave's - say, at Dave's baseball-becapped lunch counter - Dave's wins, hands down.
Walt is today in Washington DC, attending a Knights Templar observance in the 'valley of many monuments'. While there, he is planning to pay his respects at the grave of my father in Arlington National Cemetery. Walt only met Dad once but he was a Masonic lodge brother, albeit from different lodges. The bond is strong. Walt was a long-time friend of our Uncle Lee, also a brother Mason. (see http://raccoonnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/kind-mans-boots-to-fill.html)
Walt Lohman is spread over our life like a shiny glaze. He also has met Dee's father from Pleasant Valley, MD, who like Walt also raises steers out of a (smaller) barn. John Means built his from recycled billboards originating from National Advertising, of Waukesha Wisconsin. (http://raccoonnews.blogspot.com/2008/10/poppys-barn.html) Small world?
Spreading that glaze further, Uncle Lee and John Means both hung billboards for Waukesha's National Advertising though they did not know it - years ago.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Behind spreading palm fronds the colorful crockery awaits unleashing one more time. UW grad student Erin informs that she will come home for Easter.
Dee, dee-lighted, plans another egg coloring go-round.
The sun sprays rainbows through the sill prisms onto the ceiling.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The sea-fare is/was a North Atlantic cod fillet, covered with an inventive salsa sauce. It was delicious! Ere it was completely devoured, we quickly (but carefully) grabbed the Les Dix memorial 13.5 mega-pixel Nikon camera and snapped an exposure. We humbly say, this picture is good enough to be found in the Food Section of the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel. And that is a high standard.
Thus, saying all with an illustration, the SRN ends in its drive toward verbal thrift, reticence, and miniaturism in a straitened world.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Inspired by a recent posting in the Sewer Raccoon News, neighbor Paul Kwiecien, Eagle Scout once and evermore, felt it incumbent to pass along his 1940's official Boy Scout firemaking equipment. The unexpected gift occurred at a downtown restaurant where the editor and Mr. Kwiecien met for an early breakfast today.
The awe-smitten recipient accepted the surprise offering with deep emotion, per above. In the raccoon district, we always depend on the kindness of strangers, but especially on that extended by good friends.