I am finally getting over my annoyance of being dragged into the whole UMDNJ mess. Very unhappy :-( I am hopeful that I will not be called again. I was thinking just yesterday (again) how odd it is that I don't miss the 9 to 5 thing at all. It just means that it was definitely time to end it. I am so grateful to my parents, whose thing was 'work' and 'save'; and advice from folks who took me under their wings to help show me the way. I especially thank my friend Carmen (sp??) who was what you think of when, I do know that this is sooo politically incorrect, you think of Italian mafia. He was so smart and knew much about many things, or maybe I thought so because I was not yet 25 years old. Whatever the reason, he passed on information that I use today. I do love the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus", but it was Carmen who used to talk to me about men, life and money. I still see my friend and mentor Ann once in a while, she still looks wonderful. I wonder if she will attend the NJPAC Women's Luncheon, probably so.
I'm stumped. I have to respond to a reader about a Schezuan hot pot recipe. I have checked all of my cook books, what a chore; online and this morning I'll go to the library. I will answer his question this evening (deep sigh) It would have been so much easier if he had asked if I know of a good place to go for authentic Schezuan.
Last night I happened on a wonderful program on channel 13 called "The Power of Harmony". It was a about a gay mens chorus, 225 voices strong. Since I started watching after the program had started I thought the title was also the group's name. http://www.turtlecreek.org/aboutus/index.php?pid=main but was wrong. Boy what a moving piece. It wasn't just singing, they talked about the trials (and joys) of being gay. One man wanted to talk to his parents after 30 years of no contact because it was their 50 anniversary. I can't even imagine not being in touch with my mom and dad--only death accomplished that. His parents religion (formerly his) had no place for gay people. He said that he was quite young when he admitted his feelings for other boy. His parents told the church's powers and he was made to stand before the congregation and "confess" his sins, he was then banished. He could not reach his parents, so he called another relative, maybe an aunt. After all of these years she was so unreceptive and judgemental that I just cried. He kept calling his parents who had not changed much but did attend his concert. Before they left to return home, the mother hugged her son and his mate. Then his father did the same and said "We had a good time" and remarkably to the mate, "It was nice meeting you son." The man telling the story was still so moved as he related the events. The chorus sang a song titled "I Ain't Afraid", it was so beautiful, I forgave them for the "ain't". (smile) One line of the song is "I ain't afraid...I'm afraid of what you are doing in the name of your God." I believe this will be on again June 23, I will be sure to watch the whole program.
Oh yes. I am still loving NetFlix. I don't understand their process, but won't question it. I am very anxious to see the movie, The Lake House with Keanu Reeves, Sandra Bullock and delicious Christopher Plummer. I hope it is as good as I think it should be :) I love the premise, two strangers connected by a house on a lake and a scoungy dog. The fact that they live 2 years apart is awesome. Oh yeh, I do expect to cry. This movie reminds me of a book series I read in the 90's. Griffin & Sabine by Nick Bantock. This book may have been the beginning of the popularity of scrap booking; real envelopes with real notes that you remove and read. He lives in England, she lives somewhere in the South Pacific. He thinks she is a figment of his imagination. Thanks to MAD to for introducing me to Griffin and Sabine so long ago.
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