Just a note for Russ in case you didn't see my reply:
1) for some reason I cannot reply to individual comments
2) My camera is my iPhone SE 2nd generation which I recently purchased because I was having issues with my old phone.
3) the other "new" issue is that sometimes the photos taken with the new iPhone are JPEG and sometimes have a new format called HEIC (High Efficiency Image File) whatever that is. I don't have clue why some photos are in one format and some are in the other...if in HEIC format, I have to convert them to JPEG in order to upload them to the blog ....just more steps and hoops.
Anyhow this was from today's hike around the trails in our town, Cochiti Lake.
Some photos of what we've been up to since we aren't on edge about politics so much, although with COVID none of us are really back to "normal" yet.
Moon Over Cochiti Lake (or Moon Over Neighbor's Roof)
Inauguration Evening
My Version of Chili con Carne
Not Bad, Actually
On the Way to Faywood
USFS Info
Gila National Forest
One of the Pools at Faywood Hot Springs
Leon and Benni Lounging at the Cabin - Faywood Hot Springs
Benni Late Afternoon in the Dessert
Home by the Hearth
Pond at Botanical Gardens
Leon, You Have a Surgical Mask Hanging from Your Ear....
Ducks and Koy
Pond, Japanese Garden, Botanical Gardens Albuquerque
Pond, Japanese Gardens
Pond, Waterfall, Japanese Gardens
Feral? Horses by the Rio Grande, Pena Blanca
Post script...this blog is a chore...I cannot upload more than three photos at a time because one always fails and if one fails, it will not allow me to insert ANY of the ones that uploaded! So I have to do it in small batches. And then, ocassionally two photos will "stick together" and it is a nightmare trying to separate them.
Now that you-know-who is out of Washington and the news is not a matter of what new atrocity has been perpetrated by the Commander in Chief....and I can relax and pursue my food hobby....
I can now watch more FOOD and COOKING VIDEOS on Youtube.
The problem is that we, Leon and I, eat way too much of the Mediterranean diet (and unfortunately, New Mexico is not known for fresh seafood, so we probably eat too much meat.) And also too much in the sweets department... muffins, cookies, danish...oh, you say Denmark is not in the Mediterranean? Oh well...
We do eat lots of veggies - tons of broccoli, cauliflower, eggplant, mushrooms, kale, cabbage, chard, escarole, celery, carrots, onions and of course a major staple, garlic.
And we eat plenty of pasta, homemade tomato sauce, homemade bread, homemade pizza, and cheese, preferably parmigiano reggiano, mozzarella and provolone, as well as muenster, cheddar, etc.
Well, back to the world of YouTube where there are all kinds of Doctors and Nutritionists and Quacks touting the healthiest diets that will cure every ailment and make you lose pounds and regain your youth and make you wealthy or whatever. Among them are several that espouse the Keto Diet.
I will freely admit that I've never actually WATCHED any Keto Diet videos. Just the thought makes me ill. I do not claim to understand the "science" behind Keto, nor am I inclined to research it. All I really know is that in the Keto Diet, Carbs are poison.
And as the Italian proverb goes, "Un giorno senza pasta/vino/qualcosa e come una giornata senza sole." "A day without pasta/wine/whatever is like a day without sunshine."
So I came across this cute video by a cute couple, Ava (a native Italian) and Harper
(her cute American husband) who live in Maine and do a series of cooking and
food videos some of which compare foods from both sides of the Atlantic. And some in which Ava is introduced to American foods, usually ending with severe critiques.
If you are into Italian cooking as I am you may find some of their cooking themed videos delicious.
In this one Harper is half-halfheartedly trying to get Ava to try the Keto Diet.
And here's another video all about Eggplants - Melanzane:
This pretty much sums up how I feel (the actual Fireworks, not the song, as I cannot understand but half the words she sings...I think I have chronic "lyric impaired hearing" especially for voices like this that are shrill and piercing...and painful).
Now, Lady Gaga, I understand perfectly. Her voice is gorgeous, and has a range that is pleasant and dynamic and filled with emotion. Probably the best rendition of the Star Spangled Banner that I've ever heard. No exaggeration.
Our neighborhood has a social media platform with some rules about keeping political and certain other topics confined to sub-groups so as not to offend others. I deliberately broke the rules on Wednesday in the midst of the TV coverage of the Nation's Capitol. So did others who responded. There were only a few, but they seem to reflect what many others were saying and thinking.
I wrote: And I don't care if I am breaking any Nextdoor rules but there is no place in our democracy for this kind of violence. This is TRUMPISM in action; he is knowingly and deliberately adding fuel to the fire. He is intent on destroying our democracy before Jan 20th.
How ANYONE can or could have supported this maniac is beyond me. and that's all I have to say about these sickening people and these horrible events. For now.
So ban me, Nextdoor! (My post and comments were removed but I copied them)
Talk about a year that has brought me to tears so many times...sad, angry, tearful. This is disgraceful.
AB replied: Today’s event showed me the hypocrisy by allowing these terrorists to do what they did AND no police or law enforcement of any kind stopped them. Yet for Black Lives Matter protestors who protested for the killings of so many black people being killed daily…
For Native Americans who protested the pipeline on their lands who were brutally attacked with rubber bullets, bullets, teargas, yet today pice stood by and did nothing. Curfew was set, protesters still walking around!
Tell me how we are continuing to tolerate all of this! Sad that people of color do not matter
CD said: Yep, you are very right. I know this but a part of me just doesn’t want to believe it. No denying it now. Am sickened as well. I’ve spent time in DC and on Capitol Hill over the years. This is what sickens me: The Capitol Police, who spent the summer wearing full riot gear and using tear gas, flash bangs, and rubber bullets against genuinely peaceful protestors blocks away from the Capitol, are now not even arresting Trump supporters who have forced their way past every security line, invaded the Capitol, and even injured police. It’s why they were able to breach the building.
I said: I will be the first to admit that as an aging "hippie" I am not a flag-waving patriot and I have some issues with reciting the Pledge of Allegiance or any prescribed display of patriotism, mainly because such things have been, for so long, associated with right-wing politics.
However, that is not to say I am un-patriotic. It is, as is my nature, more quiet and reserved. But at times like this, when everything this country is about is violated, I feel the need to speak out my truth to whoever might hear, regardless of whether my speech will be banned. (My comment was removed)
Anyhow, thank you for your kind words. Let's all look toward the future with hope and optimism.
EF said: Amen, Frank. The beauty of who we are as a country is that you can be anything you choose. If it is your choice not to wave a flag or recite the Pledge of Allegiance then God Bless You. It’s all about freedom. With this evil troll who presently occupies 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, and his idiotic offspring, it’s all about hate, and destruction.
And my 2 cents on Impeachment and the 25th:
Impeachment at this point is both a necessary step and also ultimately symbolic. It can not come to fruition/conviction by the Senate in the limited time available even if there were enough GOP Senators willing to convict. Even if willing in spirit, they are mostly cowards when it come right down to casting that vote.
As for the 25th Amendment, it all depends on the VP who has given no indication of his willingness to go that route; even if he did, is there a sufficient number of cabinet members to follow through? It seems that resignations are their way to avoid having to deal with that possibility.
So, I don't see either of these options as viable for stopping the maniac from causing more harm and destruction to our democracy. There are, I believe, Executive Orders still in the works and a slew of "pardons" to be issued, no doubt, among them, his own. The shit show, I'm afraid, will continue until Biden/Harris are sworn in.
OK, HAPPY NEW YEAR. And that's all I'm going to say about that. We'll see.
An Amazon Prime pick for binge watching this weekend.
We have Amazon Prime for another week or so until our free month runs out. We probably won't renew as there doesn't seem to be a lot of good stuff to choose from and we don't order a lot of stuff for free delivery to make the subscription price worth it.
But while we have it, here is one pick that some readers might enjoy. "Cucumber"
The series follows two middle aged gay men Henry and Lance who have been together for nine years but have never been on the same page sexually. Which gives the writer the premise to explore gay sexuality among a group of ordinary gay men in, non-romantic, and often non-erotic contexts.
The series exposes some real-life complexities, hang-ups and fears and fetishes men have about sex in contrast to their ideal fantasies, desires, and hopes about what might be. There is humor as well as some darker moments in the lives of the characters. This is more true in later episodes.
The Brits' penchant for reticence or politeness often gives way to very strong, pent-up emotions and shouting matches between Henry and Lance as they try to alternately mend and end their relationship. Very well written, great dialogue, good acting, interesting cinematographic techniques and an intriguing theme.
My only negative is that for some of the characters their accents, both English and various other ethnic-English accents are often difficult for me to understand. Add fast talking and throw in references to pop English culture and other specifically English slang, you may have to concentrate a little harder to follow some of the conversations/arguments.
I am feeling like I've just heard that a best friend has passed away.
The books, Tales of the City, More Tales of the City, Further Tales of the City, etc. came into my life just as I was embracing and celebrating my gay identity in the eighties.
My first trip to San Francisco in 1984 or '85 for an AIDS Conference was one of the most exciting events that ever happened in any job I'd ever had. San Francisco, from the moment I left the airport, seemed like being home. But of course I had to return to Connecticut where reality consisted of holding a job, being self-sufficient and not dreaming too big, let alone even thinking of moving across the country.
But when the TV series, Tales of the City aired on PBS, it was like being transported to OZ. Back to San Francisco!
Very soon, it was like I knew all these amazing characters and knew them personally. They were a temporary but significant part of my early gay life. They all became acquaintances, and some, like Michael Tolliver and Mona and Mary Ann became like friends I'd known for years. They helped make my being gay a positive, life-affirming reality.
I was an invisible tenant at 28 Barbary Lane and secretly watched all the drama. I lived vicariously through all of them and their many misadventures, loves and intrigues.
Funny, I never even knew the actor Marcus D'Amico, never knew his name until now. But his character Michael Tolliver was sweet and shy and fun and cute and vulnerable and sincere and loving. The actor Marcus' passing is also the death of Michael (despite the title of one of Maupin's later books, Michael Tollive Lives.)
This has truly been a year of sadness.
If you have never seen the series (the original PBS and Showtime series 1994. 1998. 2001) treat yourself. It is available on Netflix and possibly some other platforms.
Here is Season 1, Episode 1.
Letter from Michael Tolliver to his Momma as read by the cast of the 2019 Tales of the City Netflix update: (Italian captions were not intentional on my part, it's the only version I could find)
Just a short note to my readers: I got up this morning and was going to delete the long rant about my Christmas conflicts and inadequacies before anyone actually had a chance to read them. But alas, the cat was out of the bag so to speak and there were already comments from you all.
So I just want to thank you for visiting and for the support your comments have provided. I don't know what gets into me at Christmas. Perhaps there are some repressed feelings or memories that come to the surface...but whatever.
I want to let you guys know that I enjoy visiting your blogs even if I don't always comment...sometimes I get so caught up just reading blogs and news items that the hours pass and I've not done anything away from the screen...
Enjoy your Holiday. Stay safe, stay well, and lets hope for better things in the New Year. I hope we can all get through to January 20th without further disasters.
Leon and I want to wish you all a very Merry, Happy, Healthy and Blessed Christmas…or Hanukkah, or New Year…
In this Strange and Unpredictable and often Bewildering Time,
Even Christmas is not quite what it used to be.
Very likely there will be no visitors coming or going, sharing drinks or coffee or cookies.
I may be wrong about the no crowded department stores, no large family gatherings, no traveling to relatives for dinner, no packed Midnight Masses. At least for us that is the case.
For some, celebrating the Season with More and Brighter Decorations, More Lights and Ribbons and Bows will be an antidote to many long and stressful months.
[For others of us, a low-key Holiday is more in keeping with our personalities or personal values. Leon decorated with lights outside; me, I've been cooking and baking but we have little in the way of decking the halls indoors. A Poinsettia and cards that others sent us. A Christmas table runner that my sister-in-law made. We gave her all our tree ornaments when we moved here, so no tree.
Confession: I am not sending cards this season. I usually find it a chore,morestressful than satisfying. I used to enjoy sending cards, buying little gifts and stocking-stuffers andwrapping boxes and making bows. Now, not so much. Maybe it's age. Maybe it's just an existentialfeeling of performing empty rituals.
Christmas always entails conflicting emotionsfor me. I grew up Italian Catholic or Catholic Italian,I'm not sure which, but the religious aspect of Christmas was always of great importance - Midnight Mass and all. And to be brief, while over the years I've been marginalized and rejected by my Catholic church and lessinclined to embrace any religion, I find the the commercial, non-religious aspect of Christmas to behypocritical.
Add to that the fact that I am the worst "consumer" you may ever meet and a horrible gift-giver, and even worse gift-receiver, I find the holiday to be mostunpleasant. I cannot ever decide on a gift, and when I do, I am always doubting my choice: they'll thinkit's stupid, stingy, cheap, not thoughtful. It's ridiculous to spend that kind of money on THAT. So, yes, it's stingy. I'lltalk myself out of whatever choice I make, timeruns out andI get very anxious. I really hate Christmas. Maybe it's the anxiety that I find too difficult totolerate. When I receive a gift, my thought is "why did they spend somuch money, why did they get me more junk I don't need, dust collectors, stuff that will go in acloset or the garage, or to Goodwill. What will I do withthis? And why am I so stingy and unwilling to go out of my way?" And then I feel guilty for not doing anything, not doing enough, not doing more, not having the "spirit".
More stressful than satisfying.
If I celebrate the Holiday at all it tends to be about the food...the Italian in me is stronger than theCatholic in me. I spend hours making cookies, bread dough, fish, meatballs, ragu, lasagna. If I give away cookies, I never give enough. When others give us cookies, they give twice or three times as much. I can't seem to get the ritual right. I'm so stingy. Makes me feel anxious and bad. I really hate Christmas. Morestressful than satisfying.]
So....Whichever way you choose to Observe the Feast Day, the Holiday, the New Year, We wish You and Your Loved Ones, Joy and Peace and Love.
Buon Natale, Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad,
Feliz Natal, Joyeux Noel
Happy Hanukkah
Happy New Year (we can only Hope!)
And I would like to share with you two favorite Italian/Catholic Christmas/Seasonal songs:
For some reason I am thinking about my sister Mary Ann who passed away in 2015. December 21 is her birthday, first day of winter, winter solstice and always easy to remember because it's just before Christmas.
With Mom and Dad 1957
We were more than 8 years apart in age so there was a fairly large gap in our childhood experiences. And she left home to join the Sisters of Mercy when I was just 12. Anyhow a few photos in tribute to her.
With Mom back in the Middle Ages of Nuns
(left side) With the "Modern" Nuns at a Protest March
One of her Watercolors
In New Orleans with Leon and Me 1991
Having a Little Bubbly at Our Wedding 2014
Obit: Sister Mary Ann DeFrancesco
Sister Mary Ann DeFrancesco, (Dominica Marie) of the Sisters of
Mercy died unexpectedly on Monday,May 11, 2015 at her home in Madison.
Born in Hartford on December 21, 1939 of the late Dominic and Theresa
(Daversa) DeFrancesco and raised in New Britain, Sister “Dee” entered
the Sisters of Mercy on September 2, 1957 and professed her vows on June
26, 1960.
After receiving her B.A. degree from Diocesan Teachers
College, Madison, Sister taught for 16 years in several parish
elementary schools throughout the Hartford Archdiocese prior to
transitioning into the ministries of Retreat and Spiritual Direction.
She did advance studies at Holy Name College , CA and received Master’s
degrees in both English and Pastoral ministry from St. Joseph College
now University of St. Joseph in preparation. During her last two
decades in ministry Sister Dee became Spiritual Director at various
centers: Blessing Place in Louisiana, Francis House of Prayer New
Jersey, Emmaus Spiritual Life Center, Uncasville, and Mercy Center at
Madison.Before retirement she served as Pastoral Associate at Church of
the Holy Family, Hebron and ministered tirelessly in Pastoral Care for
Hospice in Southeastern CT.
In retirement, Sister Dee volunteered
countless hours of ministry to her Sisters in residence at St. Mary
Home.Known to all as “Dee”, Sister was of that same informal, welcoming,
comfortable and comforting disposition. Everyone who crossed Dee’s
path was greeted with kind and encouraging words, giving of herself
tirelessly in service to others. Love of Mercy Center and its environs,
naturally drew Dee outdoors, to work the garden soil, to harvest its
yield, to contemplate, to read and to practice her special gift,
painting with acrylics. She abounded in creative talent, was attentive
to both family and friends, planning funadventures, joyful ways to keep
them close.
Universally esteemed and loved by her sisters in Community
Dee will be sorely missed. Sister Mary Ann is survived by her brothers
Frank and husband Leon O’Hart, Michael and his wife Claire De Francesco ,
nephew Joseph, niece Andrea, several close cousins, and her community
of the Sisters of Mercy especially Sisters Mary Daly and Ann McGovern
with whom she lived.A Mass of Resurrection will be celebrated on Monday
at 6:00p.m., St. Mary Home, 2021 Albany Ave. West Hartford.
From Sister Agnes:
Sister "Dee" as she is affectionately known to me, was one of my best
friends. We lived and worked together at the Emmaus Spitirual Life
Center for nine years. I cherish the memories of her with great
affection. We cried together, laughed together, prayed together, and
played together. Very different in personalities, Dee was my social
planner. Being a stickler for work, I could count on her to plan an
outing or two so we could play.
Dee loved her sisters and her
congregation and was very loyal to them. Always interested in the
various programs of the Sisters of Mercy, she shared those with me with
great enthusiasm. She was close to her family and cared very much about
their well-being and happiness. Belonging to a French Congregation, ____, I shared our story with her as well. She
liked that I could speak French and always asked me how to say such and such
in French. She was a joy to live with, and I will miss her very much.
She left us too soon, but I know that she will watch over us from
above.
I was ordering a few odds and ends from Amazon this November and December, a few food/flower gifts for mom and family back east, and just stuff we need that I am too paranoid to risk getting in person, like face masks, some containers to keep the mice away from the stuff in the garage pantry, chimney brushes which were not in stock at our local hardware stores...so I took advantage of ONE MONTH FREE of Amazon Prime. (At $119 per year I will not renew as I won't make up the cost in shipping and their free movies/TV series are not worth it in my opinion.
But...here are three gay-themed entries I would recommend if anyone has Amazon Prime.
RETAKE: POPCORN
The first, Retake, Starring: Devon Graye, Tuc Watkins follows a middle age gay man who picks up hustlers on the street in San Francisco and pays them to "role play" a past lover so he could re-live a past memory.
The first hustler didn't satisfy his needs but the next one not only "gets it" but is adept at taking on a new identity and acting out his required role. The two take off to recreate a trip to the Grand Canyon. (not sure why it took so long to get there, but that was the only flaw)
The dynamics and relationship between the two men is quite artfully portrayed by Graye (Brandon/Adam) and Phillips (Jonathan). Graye delivers an often delicate balance between the his role as Brandon and his real self Adam.
I'll give this one 5*stars because as gay-themed movies go, they are mostly kind of amateurish and poorly acted. This one was not only great acting but it was certainly not a "run-of-the-mill" plot. No murders, no cops chasing criminals, no guns, no loud music. Just good acting, interesting plot development and dialogue.
AFTER FOREVER: KLEENEX
This is a series that I hope to finish before our free month expires. The episodes are short but packed with intensity.
This is about two older guys (but much younger than me and in much better shape) which is told in present-day vs flashbacks. I won't be a spoiler except to say I could only get through three episodes and had to take a break. It's a tear-jerker.
And how could I forget the new movie "UNCLE FRANK" (Popcorn) About Frank, a gay Southerner and his niece, Beth. They return to the family home with for his dad's farewell. Husband Wally follows them and the long delayed coming out at the funeral is punctuated by undercurrents of Frank's father's rejection of him which are played out and take center stage.
I did make cookies this year. It took me hours and three days. It is my one concession to Christmas. No tree. No gifts. No cards this year. Leon put up lights in the front yard. That's about it. Except for the cookies.
But no one is coming to visit.
No coffee and cookies with friends or neighbors. It is too cold to be sitting on the deck trying to enjoy a cup of hot coffee or tea. It was 17 degrees F. this morning when I went for a walk with Benni and it is 39 now as I write this.
So no breakfast or afternoon tea on the back deck. No gathering for Christmas Eve or Christmas Dinner. New Year's Day will be a bust.
What to do with all those cookies?
Ah!
We have a social media site called NextDoor which serves our small town of 500+/- residents. So I put out an ad:
Italian Christmas Cookies — A 1-pound assortment of Cucidatti (Sicilian Fig Cookies)*, Biscotti** and Chocolate Totos*** (Did I mention Homemade?)
Here's the catch:
$20 for the one pound assortment — $15 of each 1 pound purchase will go to a local Food Bank or Shelter. ($5 of the 1 pound purchase will help to defray part of the cost of ingredients and containers.)
If you choose, you can make the donation portion of the price payable by check directly to one of the charities listed below. Please feel free to donate more than $15. I will forward your check or cash as soon as possible after sales are done.
Message me via NextDoor to reserve your 1-pound of cookies packaged in tins or plastic containers -- WHILE SUPPLIES LAST!
So far, I've sold 10 pounds of cookies (out of 11, not counting what I set aside for Leon and me and a few special friends)
Several of our neighbors were very generous and donated more than the $15 requested.
Donations received: $190
Cookie revenue: $50
You know, my take of $50 is not going to cover the cost for flour, eggs, sugar, figs, vanilla extract, cocoa, butter, raisins, nuts, cookie tins, etc.
But those things are already paid for. So I decided to donate the extra $50 and divvy up the $240 for the three charities. It's not much, but maybe it will help.
We had been talking gardens and compost and fertilizer and manure with Sylvie, a neighbor of ours who it so happens volunteers at the local horse rescue organization on Sundays...cleaning up the barn yard of manure.
She suggested I come with her on Sunday last and I could help her shovel manure and then get some manure for my garden. Sounded like a good idea.
The Barn Yard
I took the truck, anticipating a large haul even though Leon said that horse manure will likely be full of hay seeds and the garden will then be full of weeds. Sylvie said there was lots of well composted stuff to take.
But there wasn't a lot of well composted stuff and what there was, was rather difficult to dig up as it was all around the perimeter of the stables and very compacted. Most of the barn yard was covered in fresh manure.
Which we shoveled, and shoveled and shoveled...into one wheelbarrow which we had to wheel to a manure pile on the far side of the barn. And we shoveled and shoveled and shoveled...for two hours.
I am not one of those people who love animals. Like they are nice creatures, they are large, they are quite pretty. I'm not sure "pretty" is a good word to describe them, but you get the idea.
I will use a stereotype: it seems that horse-lovers, the ones that have to save the planet one horse at a time, are usually women. Leon's two sisters both have/had horses. The woman who runs the horse rescue fits the look. There were at least four or five other women who were either boarding their horses at the farm or who just came to "visit" the horses.
Several of them walked down the dirt road to see the herd of "wild horses" that were also being cared for by the rescue woman. Actually they are probably "feral" rather than wild, but what do I know.
Wild or Feral Horses
I do know that I see wild or feral horses whenever I drive along Rt. 16. I've taken pictures on occasion. Really no big deal - unless you are a horse-lover I guess.
For my part, I couldn't get out of there soon enough. Like zoos, this farm with all the penned-in horses and mules and donkeys kind of made me sad. They had no real life. They just stand around all day and munch on hay, looking bored.
Two of them were very curious and were snooping in the bed of the pick-up truck. I think that was their thrill for the day.
Anyhow, the dirt, the dust, the manure, the fallen and deteriorating Cottonwood tree in the barnyard, the rusted fences, the adobe barn, the metal gates, piles of junk along the road...were just so depressing. But that's me.
I guess if you're a horse-lover you might find it all charming and quaint.
I didn't get much horse manure for the garden. I think I'll just stick to buying compost in 40 lb bags at Lowes.
