May. 26th, 2014

shadowkat: (Calm)
Whenever Memorial Day swings around...I think of my Grandmother, or Granny. Grandmother sounds so formal, and Granny was well just Granny, and we never stood on formalities. "It's just us folks," she used to say.

In my early twenties, after I graduated from college and prior to my decision to go to law school, I spent just about every Holiday with my Granny. My parents had scaddadled to Australia, the Land of OZ, leaving me behind with Granny. Granny lived about 45 minutes away in Liberty, Missouri, while I lived in the suburbs of Kansas City, on the Kansas side.
Each Memorial Day weekend, we had a ritual of sorts. She'd select various flowers from her rose garden and peonie bushes, place them in the fridge in four or five vases in preparation for Memorial Day. We'd go to the video store - select four movies, sometimes five. Watch them over the weekend, while we made potato salad, ate out in restaurants, or fried chicken picked up from KFC (keep in mind this was before I was diagnosed as ceiliac). Then around 10 am on Monday Morning, Memorial Day - we'd wander around the graves, placing flowers on various tomb-stones.

We visited three grave-sites. Two were quite old, somewhat overgrown with wildflowers, yet well tended, and with ornate but crumbling tomb stones. Few people were at these. No cars really. And often we were the only ones scrambling down the lanes with our flowers in plastic vases. She'd set one on each grave. My great grandparents who died in the 1930s. Or cousins and distant relatives who died in the 1800s or just at the turn of the last century. Sometimes she'd relate a story or two about them. Or how they died. She had a morbid fascination with how people died, I'd thought. This one died of consumption. That one of a snakebite. The other two of ...lord only knows what. There were a few graves that dated back to before the Civil War - which her great grandfather had been in. Coming up from New Orleans as a drummer boy.

After we finished with the old graveyards, we traveled about 20-30 miles outside Liberty, along the highway to the new one - where her husband and my grandfather (Pop)'s urn was located. Granny and Pop, much like my Aunt Audry, refused to be buried in a coffin, they wanted to be cremated with an urn. My parents feel much the same way, as do I. The idea of being buried in coffin seems silly and gruesome to all of us. Pop had died of complications from cancer - three brain tumors which had been reduced through chemotherapy then subsequently removed. He was never the same afterwards. And eventually pneumonia set in and killed him. My Granny is now buried in the urn beside his. While my Aunt Audry's ashes were scattered amongst the red rocks and dunes of Arizona and Nevada, the desert she loved.

After our little journey, we'd stop by Pippins and pick up a French Silk Chocolate Pie. Then go home and eat it, along with brunch. And watch the remainder of our movies together. Or read. Sometimes bead Indian (Native American) jewelry.

My father sees Memorial Day the way most people do...as an opportunity to remember the troops that fought in various wars. Including himself. Last night he went to America Sings, and stood up for the Army. He'd served in the Army in the 1950s, but didn't go to Korea. His brother, my uncle, served in Vietnam, in Army Intelligence. My uncle will write poetry about his childhood, but he won't write about his time in the service. The only story he's told me is when he got shot in butt while riding in a helicopter.

But for me...Memorial Day will always be the memory of decorating the grave sites with my Granny. Today, our cousin Anita decorates the graves. She flies out from Oregan each year to do it.
shadowkat: (warrior emma)
1. Attempted the almond coconut sponge bread recipe in The Practical Paleo Cookbook - which did not turn out as advertised.

Almond Coconut Sponge Bread )

On a separate note? I can't digest cauliflower. It's because it is high in insoluble fiber. And my system can't handle anything high in insoluble fiber right now. Although green beans and aspergus has been fine so far. I might be able to do cauliflower if it is mashed up but I'd need to either buy a masher or food processor to do that.

2. Catching up on TV Shows

* Orphan Black (First episode of the season)- Last season was better written. This season is relies heavily on the "religious cult/purist" cliche, which got old with True Blood and I've become tired of. Last season was more of a mystery. This one feels more like a conspiracy theory storyline. I'll stick around for the actress but the writing and plotting could be better.

* Mad Men (First episode of Season) - first episode of the final season, S7 (?), was actually rather good - it continues to depict the rise and fall of copywriter/artistic director Don Draper, and along with him the way of life that he epitomized and sold. An at time adept if satiric take on mid-life crisis in the corporate world. Along with adman Don Draper, we see the rise of various female characters in the work place as they continue to battle the gender wars, fighting to be treated as equals. I was impressed with this episode, it had a lot to chew on. I've actually liked some of the latter seasons better than the earlier ones - Mad Men like a fine wine gets better with time.

* Fargo (pilot episode) - while the Cohen Brothers allegedly have nothing to do with this series, outside of signing off on it, and did not write for it, they might as well have. It reminds me in both tone and content of the movie of the same name and other Cohen Brothers flicks. If you like the Cohen Brothers and noir film, you'll love it. I was rather impressed - with the performances and writing of the pilot episode. It is hard to follow in places, you have to be in the right mood and focus on the story - not cleaning house, surfacing the net, cooking or sketching while it is on. Also probably should record and then fast forward over commercials. Plus close-captioning may be required - I found it hard to hear even with the volume turned at maximum - the characters mumble and there's the heavy Minnesota accent.

3. Finished The Iron Duke - my first and possibly only foray into steampunk. Not really a fan of the Victorian period to begin with. While the writer admittedly had some interesting ideas and did a decent job of world-building, it became confusing in places, and too much emphasis was placed on the sexual interactions of the lead characters. In fact the erotica sort of got in the way of the story and character development as opposed to furthering it. This, I've noticed, is a problem in some romance novels. The writer is thrusting the characters together much faster than is warranted in order to have the "SEX SCENE" or they rush the ending, so they can have another "SEX SCENE". Or as was the case here - they create a big misunderstanding in order to create enough tension/friction for the sex scene to be hot. (It wasn't, just jarring and out of character.) The big misunderstanding was cliche and unnecessary, making both characters seem rather dense. Romance novelists for some reason or other seem to think that if you don't say the words "I love you" multiple times, no one will know. Ahem, there are other ways. This trope is getting old. Stop doing it already, romance novelists! You are only the one's who do.

Shame the writer used it here, when she already had two other seemingly insurmountable obstacles in the hero/heroine's path towards being together. Didn't really need the misunderstanding. It just confused things. And how she wrapped it up, was rather jarring. I thought - this makes no sense. Why is he doing that? Why is she? Huh? (The hero upon seeing the heroine randomly on the street three months after she was almost fatally injured saving his life, is upset she hadn't contacted him. Keep in mind she had saved his life, and had to have a mechanical heart transplant. Plus no excitement for a bit. So, overcome with his lust for her, he decides to thrust her into an empty office across the street and shag her against the door, with barely a hey-de-do. It's Wham, Bang, Thank You Ma'am. Overcome...with his ahem, passion, the heroine breaks down, thinking he just wants sex and once he's done with his lust - he'll cast her aside. Hearing all this, he realizes she loves him. They talk. Exchange I love you's, the end. And I'm thinking, huh? Not only did this scene feel a wee bit non-consensual, but it also felt out of character and jarring. What was the writer thinking?)

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