Warden's  santa

Warden’s santa

flowers from Marshall & Carolyn

flowers from Marshall & Carolyn

MY 96TH CHRISTMAS WEEK                                                   DECEMBER 29, 2014


You’ve just got to hear about all of the goings-on during my very latest Christmas week. You will be amazed with all the excitement. However, it may not measure up to your definition of “excitement,” but let me have my fun. A girl has to do what she has to do.


Monday the 22 tooth, everything started very circumspect — I had been invited to lunch with the ladies, the ladies being my pals from Memoir Writing, Maureen and Vickie. They came by the house to pick me up, and managed to get me up into Vickie’s SUV passenger seat — WRONG seat — I sure should have been in back. I made Vickie a little nervous trying to tell her how to get to Macario’s, but we did have a very nice, leisurely lunch. We were there quite awhile, but it was because everyone was talking at once, so we did cover many, many subjects. At the moment, I don’t remember any or all the subjects we covered. Anyway, many, many thanks gals. (This is a cheap way of getting out of sending a Thank You card what with the cost of card and stamp.) If they don’t happen to read my blog, they will never know I have thanked them.


I sat in the rear seat when they took me home, then I had to rest till I went to bed. Tuesday morning arrived, didn’t get up till 10 — no one had invited me out to lunch so I didn’t have anyplace to go. It made for a very quiet day, spent about an hour on the Skype with my Coach Tammy so I had some fun after all. She’s looking great, and writing so many words for her book, maybe she has 50 or 60 thousand words by now.


Now we come to Wednesday. ‘Twas the day before Christmas, and all through this house, the Warden was making plans to surprise me with my brunch (never up in time for breakfast.) I sat up on my bar stool at the counter, and I started screeching and yelling, and I heard screeching and yelling coming from inside the fridge. For crying out loud, there sat a flat plate, not a bowl, not my lentils at all. Of all things! The Warden changed my Meñu without consulting me on such a serious item, and it was a Fried Tamale with a Fried Egg on top. I guess I should have realized that around Christmas in this neck of the woods, Mexican food , especially Tamales do come to the fore. The high little noises coming from the ice box were the lentils and olives all upset being left out and not able to be keeping up my strength, since that is their daily duty. I have to admit the tamale thing is very delisioso (Sp. For delicious.) Here’s how to prepare this dish: Go over to Costco and pick up a dozen. They are already cooked, so just put in frying pan with a little olive oil, fry slowly, turning them so they will be toasty on all sides and heat up inside. Fry the egg softly, slap it on top, poke it a little so the yolk will have a chance to ooze into the tamale and there you have it. Eat. There’s another recipe. If you don’t want to fry them, just steam them and have a can of Enchilada Sauce (mild) to warm up and pour over.


Later that day, we had made a date for 4:30, to Skype with Tammy, and we each had a cocktail (my Tequila thing) in hand to celebrate Christmas Eve. Another fun chat with her.

My writing coach Tammy and I having a Christmas toast to each other!

My writing coach Tammy and I having a Christmas toast to each other!



Christmas Day arrived, and I slept in. Brunch was served at 2 PM because of the sleeping in. The Lentils were back in all their glory with tidbits of Costco cheekin, carrots, broccoli, a load of mushrooms, and the ever-present olivos (Sp. for olives.)

We Skyped with Tammy again. Nothing much the rest of the day. Watched the Lakers. Still not much happened, so hit the hay.


Saturday. Well, well. We had a nice Open House to go to over at Sue’s place in Indian Springs. Old friends, and of course, there were new people to meet. There were several of us who stayed after “until 6:00” limit. You all know how that goes – when you’re having fun.


I am so happy I lived long enough to have had this wonderful, exciting 96th Christmas week. Life is what you make it — I heard that somewhere or other.



And while I’m at it: HAPPY NEW YEAR



the fried tamale thing

the fried tamale thing

teeny weeny  xmas tree

teeny weeny xmas tree



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