Benji and the Drain Critter

One has to admire his tenacity, the clarity of his mission.  He is a sentinel whose job is to keep watch.  And watch he does.  Day after day he returns to the same spot.  His commitment is undeniable as he patiently stands guard.

What caused him to be so focused, so devoted?  Was the first time they made contact so extraordinary, so enticing that the thought of next time became his obsession?

His giddy enthusiasm for this seemingly futile enterprise causes others to take notice.  Some think he’s quite mad.   Some say he’s wasting his time.  Some mock him and his unrequited passion.  He hardly hears them.  He is undeterred.  

Perhaps he ignores the insults because he knows something they know nothing of, sees something they cannot see.  Perhaps he imagines a day when the doubters will be proven wrong, when the object of his longing re-appears.

I wonder if there is anything or anyone that I could be so passionate about, so sure of, that I would endure endless waiting and watching, fend of frequent mocking and do so with great exuberance and joy.  That kind of commitment just might require all of my heart, mind, soul and strength.


7 Reasons why Women Cheat



An exclusive committment to another person is difficult.  Studies show that most women will be unfaithful at least once, most likely within the first 3 years of their relationship.  Some of these indiscretions will lead to irreparable damage and permanent separation.  I recently met with a group of women who discussed possible reasons for unfaithfulness and came up with the following list.

Women cheat because:

1.   * X just doesn’t do it like they used to do it.

2.  *X doesn’t understand the picture we show of how we want it.

3.  *X used to make us feel beautiful, but suddenly forgot how.

4.  *X doesn’t listen anymore.

5.  We get bored and need a change

6.   We get tired of waiting longer and longer for a little attention.

7.  The cost of being faithful keeps going up and we are not willing to pay the price anymore.


Admittedly, all of us have cheated and tried to get satisfaction from another and we know how it feels when you accidentally run into your X.  You pretend not to see them or feign a weak smile, struggling to ignore the clinching in your stomach.  Such an encounter causes some of us to remember that our X was really pretty great.  The pics you’ve saved on your smart phone prove it.  You realize that your current relationship, which started out with a bang is now getting tired and shapeless.  The same issues you had with your X keep cropping up in your current relationship (and maybe even some new ones).  Perhaps you were really better off with your X.  You remember how good you had it before you cheated.   If you had it to do all over again, you probably wouldn’t have strayed.  You wonder if your X will take you back.

You muster up all your courage and make the call.  You eat a little piece of humble pie as you ask the receptionist to make an appointment with your X for color and a hair-cut on Wednesday at 1:00.
(* X refers to former hairdresser-just in case I need to clarify)

When life gives you blueberries, make LEMON MERINGUE PIE

Grandmother's lemon meringue pie

For some reason, the bushes in our neighborhood have been chock full of blueberries this year.  Loaded, for weeks on end.  At first there was a mad rush to fill our buckets before the neighbors picked them clean.  Unfortunately we picked some before their time, SOW-ER.  Then, they were beautiful and big, plump and ripe, sweet and delicious.  I gathered as much as I could, blueberry season being short, you know.  Then I took my granddaughter to gather with me.  Then I dragged my husband along.  We put handfuls of blueberries in our mouths on our cereal and atop our ice cream.  I made blueberry pancakes and blueberry smoothies.  I made blueberry crisp (4 times).  I found a Blueberry Buckle recipe on-line which was quite good, so I made a double batch to share with my neighbors.  I gave containers of berries to my friends who live in the city and froze blueberries in zip lock bags. My problem is that when I go for a walk, I pass those blessed bountiful bushes and I cannot walk on without stopping to gather.  I feel personally responsible for the berries that are shriveling up on the vine, sad that I ignored them until they passed their prime.  So, I’m still picking but suddenly craving my Grandmother’s lemon meringue pie.

Mamaw’s Lemon Meringue Pie



1 stick of butter

2 cups of sugar

6 eggs, (2 whole, 4 yolks)

1 tbsp flour

1 cup milk

3-4 lemons (1/2 cup juice)

2 pie shells (She made from scratch – I use frozen)


Cream butter, sugar and flour together.  Add 2 whole eggs and 4 yolks (save whites and set aside).  Add milk slowly, then lemon juice and grated rind.

Cook in unbaked shell at 400 * for 10 minutes and then at 350* until done (about 30 min. until custard is firm)

Cool and top with meringue


4 eggs whites

1/4 tsp salt

1/2 tsp cream of tartar (optional)

1/2 cup sugar

Beat eggs and salt until soft peaks form.  Add cream of tartar.  Add sugar gradually, 2 tbsp at a time and beat until stiff.  Spread over pie and bake at 400* for 10 minutes until lightly browned.  Delicious!

gathering blueberries



Meanwhile:  Anyone have any good blueberry recipes?