Don't Make Mine Milk

I've always disliked milk. When I was a little girl, my mother believed in a breakfast of porridge (oatmeal), sweetened with brown sugar and drowned in whole milk, with a whole orange on the side. The porridge made me feel queasy and, well, I sometimes threw up. After it happened in church at High Mass one Sunday, both the porridge and High Mass obligations ceased. In fact, I'm not sure that milk, or any other offensive food item (olives, mushrooms, fried onions ...) was ever forced on me again.

Today's news story suggesting that milk is bad for the bones and the heart gladdened my heart and made me feel damn good about myself. I've been a consumer of cheese, cottage cheese and yogurt for many years, but somehow those smug milk lovers like my mother and my husband always made me feel like some third world child who needed both education and, of course, milk. Turns out they, and others like them, may have been wrong.

The study's statistics are impressive. I may avoid osteoporosis and live longer just by continuing with my half-century + of avoiding milk. It was a good day!

Locked Out!

Many years ago I was invited to a 50th birthday celebration in an unfamiliar neighborhood. The party was for a woman I didn't know very well, so I was already a little nervous as I approached the house, built on a hill at the end of a long driveway, one that I'd have to back down in the dark later that evening. I realized as I stepped out of my van that I had left the keys in the ignition. I had to lie down on the ground to retrieve the spare set in a magnetized little packet attached to the underside of the vehicle. I was flustered and mortified.

Today I felt a little unsettled when I left the hospital after spending the afternoon in my husband's hospital room at the University of Minnesota, where he's recovering from knee replacement surgery. Everything is going well but I was tired and a little edgy. I decided to stop at Birds Unlimited, since the bluejays come for peanuts every morning and I felt guilty knowing their feeder has been empty for several days.

When I returned to my car, no keys. They were within sight in the vehicle, easily retrievable if only I had left the window open a little. I looked around for a cab, but saw only Lincoln Navigators, Volvos, Mercedes, Porsches and other high end vehicles in the parking lot around me. No one in that busy strip mall looked even remotely familiar, and, though I was fairly conspicuous with two large bags of bird food at my feet, I didn't even get a passing glance. Walking home -- over a mile with heavy bird food -- seemed out of the question as darkness fell and fatigue descended.

I called my son, Chris, looking for the number of a taxi. He sprang into action and a few minutes later a Lincoln Town Car limo pulled up behind me. I settled into the comfortable back seat with my peanuts and bird food on the floor. I was impressed by the availability of complimentary water, mints and gum.

The driver dropped me off at my front door and waited while I found the hidden house keys and retrieved the extra car keys. I was soon back in Highland Village and in my car. Chris had already paid for the limo and gained a new convert to Uber.  Neither flustered nor mortified, I was soon home where I cracked open a beer, feeling very fortunate and happy.

Wish Granters

I've always been somewhat skeptical of organizations with the mission of fulfilling the wishes of very ill children, police officers, firefighters, other special groups. Sometimes the administrative costs of such non profits are outrageous and I am reluctant to fork over contributions based on an emotional plea for help. While I find the Charity Navigator a handy decision making tool, my tendency is to lump all of them in the "undesirable" bucket without even checking.

This morning I'm sitting in a family waiting room at the University of Minnesota while my husband has knee replacement surgery. In a casual conversation with a woman here with her adult daughter, I learned that she is a "wish granter" for Make-A-Wish Minnesota. A team of two wish granters evaluates formal wish applications submitted by candidate families and makes recommends for approval. During the process, the wish granters establish a relationship with children and families, and maintain contact through wish fulfillment and sometimes beyond.

Common wishes are trips, meetings with sports and media personalities, sometimes an item to facilitate a favorite activity like fishing. My wish granter companion told me about a child who wanted to "pet a cheetah" and was granted a trip to the San Diego zoo, where she petted a baby cheetah and viewed cheetah bottle feeding from behind protective glass. The family of another child who wanted to hold a koala bear visited Australia. The wish granters make an event out of the "wish reveal" and will celebrate the gift with a party or other celebration.

Minnesota Make-A-Wish gets high marks for financial management and transparency as well. The website is interesting and attractive, with easy access to wish stories and financial information.

Shock and Tragedy in Ottawa

Parliament Hill, Ottawa. September 2014.

About a month ago, I spent a day revisiting some of my favorite places on and near Parliament Hill in Ottawa, where I worked for the better part of a year in the late 1970s. I was a staffer to Liberal Member of Parliament Marcel Prud'homme (Montréal-Saint Denis), later a distinguished Canadian Senator. Always I political junkie, I learned to appreciate the dedication of elected officials as I worked long hours myself in the West Block. They're always "on"; can't even go to church on Sunday without interruption.

It was a happy time. I liked my office in the West Block and the people who worked there. I loved the daily Question Period, especially on Friday morning. I learned to follow bills and identify stakeholders for pending legislation. The best time was Wednesday morning: always a few hours to get caught up with work when MPs from all parties met for Caucus sessions, segregated by party.

My heart sank when I learned of this morning's shootings at the Canadian War Memorial and in the Centre Block. I knew right away that the building would be full of MPs and Senators gathered for Caucus, and was horrified to turn on CNN and see so many uniformed police officers exposed to gunfire on the lower level, just inside the front door. The shots must have been terrifying, magnified by the echoes in that space, but officers pressed forward, without apparent regard for personal safety.


Canadian War Memorial, Ottawa. September 2014.

The Canadian soldier who was guarding the tomb of the Unknown Soldier is dead, the second member of the Canadian military murdered this week: Patrice Vincent was killed in Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu on Monday after a "radicalized" man rammed him and another soldier with a car.

The gunman, whose identity hasn't yet been released, is dead, shot by a true hero, Sergeant-at-Arms Kevin Vickers. The scope of the attacks isn't yet known, but it seems now that the gunman may not have been acting alone.

It's a sad day for Ottawa, for all Canadians and for people of good will around the world. This beautiful and peaceful capital city is unsettled and weary as evening falls on this late October day. Ottawa and Parliament Hill lost their last vestige of innocence this morning, forever changed but not vanquished by powers of darkness.

Last Vette Trip to LaCrosse

The weather was perfect for our overnight to Lacrosse . Lots of photos in the Facebook fall album.

Perfect Fall Day

We took advantage of a winter storage Saturday to travel through Kanabec and Pine counties, on our way to St. Croix Park and western Wisconsin.

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A Time to Plant

Today's planting

Last October I planted spring bulbs for the first time and was as amazed by tulips and daffodils in May as I was by the "prairie garden" a few months later. A few weeks ago, I bought a few bulbs at Menard's to supplement the flowers that should bloom again next spring.

On my first attempt, I dug a hole large enough to qualify me as a gravedigger. Those bulbs -- buried excessively deep -- didn't do so well. The hastily planted daffodils and tulips in the area east of the house did much better, so this morning I approached the job with what might have been misplaced confidence.

I'm used to yard work now, and it doesn't exhaust me the way it once did. I expanded the operation into the west garden, prepared the ground and planted about 65 crocuses, tulips and hyacinths in a couple of hours.

Sad to admit quality control hasn't improved much, if at all. I quickly tired of weeding and turning the soil, and was soon throwing the bulbs in hastily dug holes too quickly to ensure proper depth or adequate space for each bulb.

There is no deep black hole year this fall. In fact, most of the bulbs are much too close to the surface, so I'm simply crossing my fingers.
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Summer Slides into Fall

St. Croix Falls

Fall Photos
After my return from Ottawa, the weather began to warm and we enjoyed several 80-degree days at the end of last week, extending through the weekend. We put away our jeans and delayed shoving our shorts into our Florida wardrobe drawers.

Dahlias at the Arboretum

Outdoor projects can wait. Day junkets to St. Croix Falls and the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum reminded us that retirement  gives us the opportunity to enjoy drives in the country when others are at work. On Sunday, we fell back into our year-round habit of afternoon appetizers at Pier 500 in Hudson.

Waking up to autumn on Monday was something of a shock. By Wednesday we  were used to the idea, and a day of rain seemed like a good time to have the carpets cleaned. Today, surfaces are almost dry and I'll take advantage of clear surfaces to declutter and clean.

However, virtue has its limits. More rain today and I think I need lunch out ... or something!


Fall on the Mississippi River in St. Paul

Gatineau and the Temiscaming Reunion - September 19-21

Photos  and blog posts.

I was in the Ottawa area for my hometown reunion two weekends ago, September 19-21. Last year, I got sick with a bad cold and returned from the reunion 3 days early, so I decided that I would simply do a one-stop trip this year -- a good idea because I was ready to return home after Saturday's festivities.

The cross-country flights to and from Detroit were very enjoyable on two sunny days. I quite enjoyed several hours at DTW on both days, although I couldn't get the configuration right for free Wifi access. No matter: it's a great place for people watching and Louise Penny's Long Way Home, sent by my sister just before I left, kept me entertained.