Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Just Leave Me ALONE!


I'm so tired of people asking me for money, I decided to make a list of everyone who has sent email today asking for money:

Cheryl actually called.  She says she is my "Google specialist" and that she has a front page position for a business like mine, which I thought interesting since I have no business to advertise.

For his upcoming birthday, Barney Frank wants me to donate to help democrats win the next election
Steve Sisneros, Donna Brazile, Martin Sheen and James Carville each sent identical letters asking me to contribute to elect democrats in the next election.

The World Wildlife Fund will use my money to combat climate change

Someone wants me to send money to fight the slaughter of whales in Norway

World Vision wants me to donate to fight famine

Daly Kos thinks I should donate money to fight for privacy on the internet.  They also want me to send money to support a filibuster of Gorsuch

Care2 wants me to send money to stop cyanide poisoning

Carol King wants $4 to elect democrats

DCCC wants $5 to elect the democrat in Georgia (I've been getting this message at least once a day for a couple of weeks)

Act Blue also wants me to help get out the vote for Jon Ossoff in Georgia

MoveOn wants me to help prevent the removal first Black State Attorney in Florida because of her position against the death penalty.  The group Color of Change also wants my money to fight this issue

Robert Cruckshank (Democracy for America) wants a donation for Medicare for All

Kersha Deibel and Kelly Robinson from Planned Parenthood both want donations for the upcoming "Pink out America" event.

The Center for Biological Diversity wants a donation to help stop the pipeline

"KG" wants money to fight for Health Care and Climate Change

Int'l Wildlife funds wants me to send money to save the seals

Friends of the Earth wants to fight for a Clean Power Plan

Move On wants money to stop the building of The Wall and Trump's immigration policy

Oxfam wants financial assistance fighting Climate Change

Emily’s List just wants money to help  elect women

Sac LGBT Community is fighting for Transgender rights

Claire McCaskill sends an innocent looking survey about the Trump Agenda that ends with $5 plea for her upcoming reelection.

ACLU wants money to help block executive orders

The Courage Campaign wants me to help them pass the Religious Freedom Act (anti Muslim-Ban)
DCCC wants $4 to take back congress

Child Health Development Studies wants my support to continue student health investigations.

The Michael J. Fox Foundation wants money to help continue research on a new drug.

Eagle Creek wants me to support their clean water efforts

and Nancy Pelosi writes; "Donna Brazile emailed, Martin Sheen emailed, Barney Frank emailed, James Carville emailed, Carole King emailed. And now I’m emailing again."

This is just up to 3 p.m.  Most of these are things that would ordinarily not make it into my in-box, since I just delete them but today I was interested to see just how many requests for "just $3" or "just $4" or, in McCaskill's case "just $5."

It's just overwhelming and if you are a caring person and a concerned citizen, there are just too many requests for too many causes to decide which is the most important...and if you are a suspicious person, you begin to wonder how many of these requests are legitimate (especially requests like the identical ones from popular people)




Noticing that my mother was out of toilet paper yesterday, I went over today for lunch and to replenish her supply.  Also, the spindle holding the roll was gone again.  I think that when she finishes a roll and removes it, by the time she has thrown away the roll, she forgets what the spindle is for and throws it away.  She seems to be doing OK with putting the TP on the bathroom counter, so there doesn't seem to be any point to buying a replacement that she will just throw away.

We had a nice lunch and then we even had a brief real conversation, with her asking again what's wrong with her and me explaining about dementia and reminding her that both her mother and sister had it and that she was not as bad as they were.  That always seems to make her feel better about having this condition.


 I came home and took a nap.  I seem to find that after spending an hour or so at Atria, I need a nap to refresh.  Then I got up to make chocolate chip cookies.  Caroline was not feeling well after her ice cream indulgence of last night, with her friends, so I figured I'd make something without milk in it for her for dessert tonight.  Now I am marinating steak in the chimmichurri sauce her mother sent me the recipe for.  It has been so long since I cooked a steak I hope I don't screw it up!

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Caroline's sad day

Caroline reported that it had been a sad day for everyone at the vet hospital yesterday, as there were so many deaths.  A cat she had treated several times for congestive heart failure finally died.  A "lovely German shepherd" had cancer and died.  And she wasn't alone.  She said everyone was having animals with problems that ultimately killed them.

This is one of the problems with a vet hospital that is often the last resort for many folks with sick pets.
 
But at home there was Polly, who has finally accepted Caroline as an OK person.  She still barks some, but it's more the same bark she has for us:  "You're standing up so certainly you are going to feed me."  She will let Caroline take her into her lap, but she isn't comfortable there, but then if I lifted her up and put her in my lap, she wouldn't be happy either.  Still, her love can be bought.


My day was quiet. After the busy weekend, it was nice to have nothing to do.  I had a dentist appointment in the late morning.  It was a nothing appointment, just having a final crown put on, so it was more a chance to visit with Cindy.

I was going to go to Atria for lunch but it was too late when I left Cindy's, so I went shopping first, dropped food off at home, and then went to see my mother.  She was sitting in the lobby outside the restaurant again and we had a quiet visit.  Her "I don't understand you so I'll pick a topic" thing this time was my hair.  Whenever she didn't understand or follow what I was saying, she told me how pretty my hair was.  The things she is most likely to focus on are hair (loves mine, hates hers, loves anybody at Atria with white hair), her skin (hates the brown spots because they make her look old), and shoes (she tells me how pretty my Birkenstocks are every time I visit her.)  It's nice that she uses how "pretty" things and people are.  So much nicer than if she gripes about everything.

She didn't want to go to her apartment with me, so I went by myself to pick up her laundry.  I have given up trying to explain to her the difference between clothes hamper, garbage, and Poise package.  She has dirty laundry in each, and used pee pads in each.  I have to go through all three receptacles carefully to be sure to get all the laundry and throw away the things that need to be thrown away.
But coming home was fun. I just love streaming video!

Berklee College of Music presents a musical theater writing concert each year.  It's a program Jeri helped create several years ago, teaching students how to write for musical theater, and actors learning how to write and perform for musical theater.  She said it was a natural for the school, since the musicians especially, are likely to go on to playing for musical theater productions, since it is a common way for musicians to make music (Jeri has been doing it for years).

So each year they have a contest and choose the best dozen or so songs that have been written and then perform them with full orchestral accompaniment and choreography.  It's a lot of fun and the show is streamed live, so we get to sit here in California and watch the show in Boston.


The first couple of years that we watched, Jeri conducted the orchestra, but she did not this year; however, she did come on to introduce the band at the end, so we got a glimpse of her too.
These are the times when I love modern technology!

Monday, March 27, 2017

Not a Normal Family


Over dinner at our Mexican daughter Marie's restaurant in Elk Grove tonight, we reminisced about the year she lived with us while she was finishing high school and some of the weird things that went on. "You are not a normal family," she laughed.  I liked that!


 
It had been a very full day.  My plan had been to leave the house at 10:30 so we would have lots of time for wine tasting in the Napa Valley, but it was actually 12:30 before we left Davis.  We drove to Napa...

 
...where we first stopped at the V. Sattui Winery, which is owned, coincidentally, by the family of the woman my father dated before he married my mother back in 1940.  This is a beautiful old estate winery, with lots of picturesque stuff and a taste of 5 wines costs $15, which was waaay more than we wanted to pay (I am remembering, fondly, the days when all these wineries offered free tastes).  But we did wander around and snap pictures of the old estate.

 
The tasting room/deli was a zoo.

 
We left quickly and decide to skip the "free" wineries close by and go to the Vincent Arroyo Winery at the far end of the valley, where we knew there was free tasting and a dog to play with.  We had some problem getting there because a bridge was out and we had to find a way around the washout, but Walt finally did and we arrived at the winery.  

 
Vincent Arroyo is not one of your big brick edifices with caves in which to age wine, but it is free for tasting, the wine is good (we bought 4 bottles of wine and a bottle of port, along with some thick balsamic vinegar), the tour was so comprehensive that I felt if we had $800,000/acre to buy land we could probably start our own winery.  And best of all there was Rosie, the winery dog, passionate about having people throw a tennis ball for her.

 
(We actually discovered this winery through Char many years ago.  Vincent Arroyo is a friend of a friend of ours from UC Berkeley)

The big wineries charge you big bucks (some as much as $30) to taste a few wines.  The guy who pours will tell you a bit about the wine and pour you a splash in your glass and then move on to the next wine.

There were eight wines and a bottle of Port for us to taste at Vincent Arroyo and the "tastes" were generous.  They have two brands which are their own.  One is named "Nameless" and the other is named "Bodega."  Nameless was a cat and Bodega was their chocolate lab  We actually liked the Bodega and bought two bottles.  Our guide told us it's his favorite wine with steak, so steak is on the menu later this week.

He also gave us a winery tour, which, given that it is a tiny winery, didn't take long, but describing the process of harvesting, crushing, and fermenting the grapes and how they store it and age it and how they make their blends took a lot of time (while Rosie kept bringing us a ball to throw).

My knees were giving out, and I was also the designated driver, so I gave up tasting the rest of the wines and went outside to sit in rocking chairs made from old wine barrels.  When the tour group went out to look at the vineyard and learn about pruning the vines, the tour guide asked first if I wanted him to bring me more wine.  You won't find that at V. Sattui, or any other big winery,

 
I don't know how long we were there, but long enough to realize that we had no time for any other winery (after the tour here we didn't need one) and that we now had to rush back to Davis because we were meeting Ned and Marta at Marie's restaurant at 7:00.

We got home at 5:30 and had to leave for Elk Grove by 6:15 and, miraculously, we arrived in the parking lot of the restaurant at 6:59.

Dinner was, as always, wonderful and I loved showing off the decor to Caroline.  There is a lot of a Day of the Dead theme.

After a leisurely dinner with more wine (beer for Caroline), we finally had to leave.  Marta had to get up for work in the morning and Caroline has to get up for her class.  

It was a white knuckle drive home for this designated driver as it was raining and I hate that part of the highway under the best of circumstances, so the combination of rain and dark made it just that much worse.  It was a relief to arrive home safely. But what a fun day this "not normal" family had today!


Sunday, March 26, 2017

Sunday Stealing


I actually think we have done this one (or at least many of the questions) before, but it's late and I'm tired, so what the heck...

1. What is the meaning of your blog’s name?
Funny the World is from a song our kids band performed and it seemed appropriate at the time I started this blog in March of 2000, which was shortly after our second son died (the other son who died died four years before):

Funny the world in a world all alone
I feel like I've lost everything that I own
Funny the funnies aren't funny any more.
Funny the tears as they fall from my eyes
There are two kinds of tears--
one from truth, one from lies
There's a broken soldier,
who's going home...


2. Why did you start your blogging?
I was an Erma Bombeck wannabe and wanted to see if I could produce a column-length entry every day.  6612 entries later, I think I proved I can, though nobody has come offering to publish it.  Also, my friend Steve Schalchlin, who is on the record as something like the 4th person in the world to start an on-line journal, was an inspiration and I figured if he could do it, I could.  I could and did.

3. What’s your usual bedtime?
Midnight.

4. Are you lazy?
Good Lord, yes.

5. Do you miss anyone right now?
These days I miss my sister, who died in 1971.  She should be here sharing the worries about our mother....and I miss my cousins, who were such a great support about her while they were alive.

6. How would you describe your fashion sense?
Nonexistent.

7. What are your nicknames?
Other than Mom and Grandma, I don't have a nickname.

8. Are you a patient person?
It depends.  I can be, but often am not.

9. Are you tight-fisted or frivolous?
Again, it depends.  I can put off getting hearing aids for years because of the cost, but buy books like "Goats of Anarchy" at the drop of a hat.

10. What magazines do you read?
I've never been a magazine reader, unless it's something I pick up at the doctor's office.

11. Are you stubborn?"
Not overly so.

12. When is your birthday?
February 17

13. What book are you currently reading?
"Tupelo,"
by my friend Alec Clayton

14. What phone do you have?
iPhone 7.  I only just realized that they didn't build a plug for headphones into it.  What's up with that???

15. Do you have any pets?
Two rescue dogs.  Lizzie is a shaggy terrier mix and Polly is the Chihuahua mix that rules the house. 
 
16. Do you have siblings?
I had a sister 4-1/2 years younger, but she was murdered by her partner in 1971.

17. Any children or grandchildren?
We raised five children and buried two.  We have two granddaughters, age 9 and 5

18. What do you order at Starbucks?
I am not a Starbucks customer.  I much prefer Peets.

19. What did you do for your last birthday?
Walt took me out for dinner and the next day we had lunch at Atria, the facility where my mother is, with son Ned.  Birthdays mean nothing to my mother, who has dementia, any more.

20. What’s your occupation?
Part-time theater critic, full time retired.

21. Do you live in the country or the city?
It's a small-ish city, about 65,000, with adjacent country, just a mile or so outside the city limits.

Friday, March 24, 2017

A Voice Stilled


When I see young kids on shows like America's Got Talent who have amazing voices at a very young age, I think back on my life as a singer.

I don't know how old I was when I realized I had a fabulous voice and hoped someone would discover me.  We used to sing songs in our classroom when I was in grammar school and Sister would walk up and down the aisles, listening to each person as they sang.  I always sang louder when she got to me so she could hear what a wonderful voice I had, but she never said anything.

I loved singing and sang in school choirs.  Every Sunday, I climbed up to the balcony of St. Brigid's church, where the organ was, and joined with the rest of the choir to sing hymns for Mass.

I especially loved the parties my parents had where their friends would sit around the living room with Father Joe, who baptized most of them, and who always lead singing, while my father played the piano.  Songs like "There's a long, long trail a-winding," or familiar Irish songs, where everyone sang the melody and Father Joe sang harmony.

I learned about harmony from my cousin Peach.  I remember the year when I spent time at her house and she taught me how to sing "You are my sunshine" and take the melody line while she sang the harmony part...or was it the other way around?  She had a beautiful voice.

It was around 1955....I would have been 12 and still in grammar school...when I saw the movie Interrupted Melody, about Australian opera star Marjorie Lawrence and her struggle to regain her career after a bout of polio when I realized that my destiny was to be an opera singer.  Night after night, as I stood in our flat's pantry and washed the dinner dishes, I practiced scales, trying to hit ever higher notes until my mother begged me to stop.  I didn't realize until later that I was an alto, not a soprano, which was a disappointment.  I loved hitting those high notes,

When I got to high school, I joined the choir, of course, and sang all the time.  By then I was comfortable being an alto and liked singing the alto line because I got to do the harmony.  
Throughout my life I couldn't sing Christmas carols and not sing harmony, it's so deeply engrained in my memory.  But still nobody ever noticed that I had a particularly gifted voice.

When I got to college and became a member of the Newman Club, I joined the choir.  This was singing I loved because we did difficult music.  Mozart, Beethoven, Palestrina. We rehearsed and then sang at Mass on Sunday.  One year, our director, Jim White, decided we would concentrate on German hymns.  I didn't like that because I don't know....I just never liked the German language.  I love Latin, Italian and French, but something about German just never appealed to me, and I found the language difficult to sing in, but I did it because it was the choir and I was part of the choir.

I even got to be a quasi-soloist once.  We were singing a 4-part Mass and the alto soloist for some reason was not going to be available.  Jim decided I could sing the solo, but felt my voice wasn't strong enough, so chose someone else to sing with me.  We were the "Benedictus girls" and it was fun to sing "solo," even if it was only once.

I loved that choir.  It was the most challenging work I ever did and when Walt and I got married, as a gift, the choir sang a Mozart Mass for us, complete with orchestral accompaniment.  That was amazing.

After we got married and started having kids and attending Mass at our local church, I usually sang with the local choir.  It was a succession of increasingly less demanding music.  St. Jarlath had a pretty good choir which, while not as demanding as the Newman Hall choir had been, still did some pretty impressive stuff.

But when we moved to Corpus Christi parish, it was after the second Vatican Council, which changed things in the Catholic church to be more inclusive of the members.  The altar turned around so that the priest now faced the congregation and the music was in English with simple hymns that the people would sing along with.

This meant no more fancy Latin hymns, but the choir functioned more as back up for the voices of the congregation, giving them more confidence to join us in singing.  We did one or two special choir numbers, but nothing like I had done before.

The interesting thing about singing in the Corpus Christi choir was that David was a baby at the time and I always took him with me into the choir stalls, where I wore a big poncho under which he nursed through most of the Mass.  Everyone was always amazed at what a good baby he was and nobody realized that he was nursing through most of the Mass.

When we moved to Davis, I joined the St. James choir for awhile, but the music was so simple and totally un-challenging that I eventually gave up out of boredom.  I still enjoyed singing, though.  I loved Christmas when the family would drive out to a tree farm, buy a tree, load it into the car and then sing Christmas carols on the drive back home, with me always singing the harmony.

Christmas was always a good time for singing.  When I was working with the Lamplighters, there was always Christmas caroling on the cable car in San Francisco, going from Market Street all the way to the end of the line at the Buena Vista, the place that invented Irish coffee, and we would end the evening having Irish coffee.

The Davis Comic Opera Co. also went caroling and we joined them a year or two.  That was also fun, but didn't last all that long.  The last time I went Christmas caroling it was with Marta's family when we walked around the neighborhood singing and playing kazoos.

When I was with the Lamplighters, I even got an opportunity to sing opera -- sort of.  Gilbert had an annual private sing-along.  He and the Lamplighters orchestra, or which ever instrumentalists wanted to come (usually most of them) would get together just for fun to play music that they never got to play as professionals.  He did all 9 Beethoven symphonies, for example, just to an empty theater with a handful of friends to listen.  But when they did the 9th symphony, he invited more than a handful of people and then invited whoever wanted to sing "Ode to Joy" to come up on stage and sing it.  My big chance!  Dumbest, most embarrassing thing I ever did.  Here I was with a choir of professional singers, trying to sight-read Beethoven and Gilbert asked if they wanted to sing in English or in German and they agreed to sing in German.  I stood next to one of the strongest altos, but trying to read the unfamiliar alto-line of the music and the words in German and sing harmony which I did not know was just ridiculous.  I ended up mouthing the words and being quiet.  Fortunately nobody ever mentioned it to me.

I always played music in the car when I was driving alone and I was one of those folks who sang along with whatever was playing.  But eventually I discovered audio books and those were my companions on car trips.  I rarely had an opportunity to sing at all anywhere.

So it was a shock to me the last time I took my mother to have lunch with her friends, a couple of years ago now, when I put on the playlist of music from the 40s and 50s that I had made for her.  It was her favorite music and she was able to sing all the words to most of the songs all the way home--about an hour or so.  My shock was that I could not sing at all.  My vocal range was about 3-4 notes and I could not sing higher or lower.  It wasn't that my voice cracked, it was that when I tried to sing something out of that range, there was just ... nothing.

I still can't sing.  My theory is that you really do lose it if you don't use it.  Sometimes I can sing a bit better than others, but we went to a memorial service the other day and again I could only hit the very few notes in the middle of the hymns we were singing.

Nobody ever "discovered" me and I never went on to become an opera star and now I have no voice at all, but I sure had a good time singing all those years.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Her World


I found my mother sitting in her favorite chair, just outside the dining room, a cup of coffee next to her.  Since I didn't have laundry to pick up or drop off, I just sat there and visited with her there, in the lobby.

Every time someone passed, she would comment that everyone was "going, going, going somewhere" and, since it was a beautiful day, I asked if she would like to go somewhere and said I would be happy to take her for a drive.

But she said that no, she would rather just sit there and watch people.  And that's what she does.  She either sits in her apartment and looks out on this garden from there, or she sits in the lobby and looks out on the garden from here.

Her brain processes more slowly now and you can't point to moving things for her.  There was a squirrel and by the time she had processed the world "squirrel" and that it was outside and that it was climbing up that tree, the squirrel was long gone and she missed it entirely.  Likewise a cute little bird hopping around the patio right outside her window.  

I told her about Caroline and whenever I mentioned something about her, I had to explain again who she was, and when she couldn't understand me at all, she would look past my head at the window in the dining room, on the opposite side of the building, interrupt me, and say "aren't those trees beautiful?"


Over and over again, she raved about how they were the most beautiful trees she had seen.  I'd like to live inside her head and see the beauty she sees here.

I did have to laugh, though.  She is forever complaining about "all that junk" in her apartment, giving it a disgusted wave of her hand, so upset that things aren't absolutely perfect.  But while she sat in the chair today, looking at the trees coming into leaf and the trees that still have bare branches and she gave the same disgusted wave of her hand and said something like "but look at all that....junk."  

She's also having more problems with word finding.  After telling me how beautiful the leaves on the trees were, the last time she pointed them out to me, she couldn't remember the word "leaf" or "tree" and just said "all that....stuff....is so beautiful."

But she's happy.  She's healthy.  And the only thing she complains about (other than the messes she sees) are the brown spots on her hands because people will think she's old.  I can't really be unhappy about that.  People marvel at how young she looks and she certainly looks younger than most 80 year olds in the building.


Caroline seems to be settling into a routine.  She had come here to take a course in neurology, but that didn't work out, so she is in cardiology and came home the first day to announce she had listened to a hawk's heart that day.  She also fell in love with a puppy (who had to go home at the end of the day).
It rained yesterday morning, so Walt took her up to the hospital and brought her bike on our long-unused bike rack, since it was predicted to clear up by noon; she got home just fine.  It looked like it was going to rain this morning too, but it cleared up before she had to leave.

I've bought food she can eat and pack for lunches.

So it's all going well.  This weekend she is not on call, so we will go to Napa one day and somewhere else the other day.  We also have a show Saturday night and will probably go to our Mexican daughter's restaurant for dinner on Sunday night, if Ned is free.

Even Polly is coming around.  She still barks when Caroline stands up, but I think part of that is because she barks when anyone (even Walt and I) stand up because she logically assumes that the only reason any human being would get up from a sitting position is to get food for her.

The time already seems to be passing quickly.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Days of our Lives


Did you know that March 23 is National Puppy Day?  We will not be celebrating, despite the fact that I miss "puppy breath" terribly.  How I loved those days of raising, especially bottle-feeding, puppies.


But that is an era that has come and gone, was thoroughly enjoyed at the time, but no more.  But I will raise a cup of coffee in memory of all of the puppies that shared our lives for all those years (these are the My Fair Lady puppies Freddie, Higgins, and Eliza).

On the Internet you can find holidays for every day, some mainstream, some rather offbeat (obviously the offbeat holidays are more fun).  Today, ironically, is "Memory Day."  I had a visit with my mother to "celebrate." 

Something I received from Compassion this morning says "Oct. 10 is Hug a Drummer Day. Have you ever hugged a drummer? Of course you haven't. At least not since the last time you did and they passed on the traditional three-pat-on-the-back routine and hammered out an over-enthusiastic paradiddle on you, right?"  Heck, I hug a drummer all the time (Ned is a drummer) so never say never.

Not mainstream, but February 20 is "Hoodie-Hoo Day."  What the heck is that?  It is a day to chase away the winter blues, when people are supposed to go out at noon, wave their hands over their heads and chant "Hoodie-Hoo"!  I'm sorry we all missed that one.

My birthday, February 17, is Random Acts of Kindness day.  I like that...and it follows February 16, which is "Do a Grouch a Favor Day," which seems a good idea.

We missed Be Humble Day, February 22.  I'm sure Trump would have celebrated if he had known about it.  Maybe next year.

The month of March is, among other things, National Peanut Month.  I must lay in supplies for the rest of the month.  And we just missed National Bubble Week, which was last week.

Peanut Butter Lover's day was March 1.  I'm sure I indulged in peanut butter, since I usually have a spoonful or two every day.

Tomorrow should be fun, though.  It's National Goof-off Day.  Of course for me every day is goof off day, (just like every day is peanut butter day), so I don't have to go out of my way to celebrate.
I think I'll skip Chocolate Covered Raisin day (March 24), since those aren't my favorites, but I must remember to make waffles on Waffle Day, March 25.  

The 26th and 27th are, respectively, National Spinach Day and National "Joe" day.  One of my standard non-Blue Apron meals is "Joe Special," which combines spinach and hamburger with eggs and parmesan cheese.  I would make Joe Special, but since Caroline is lactose intolerant, maybe I'll wait to do this until next year.

Who knew there was a Bunsen Burner Day?  March 31.   Light up your Bunsen burners and char something for yourself.

For those into that sort of thing, be aware that there is a whole week devoted to Karaoke, the last week in April which is National Karaoke week.  I won't be celebrating.

Whoever made up this list really likes peanuts because April 2 is peanut butter and jelly day, presumably different from plain ol' peanut butter day.

April 7 is National Beer Day, which you probably need after the 6th, which is "plan your epitaph day," which sounds a bit gruesome.  I wonder how many epitaphs include beer in them.  I'll bet we have the only gravestone with the epitaph "FTS" (which stands for F**k this Sh*t, which both Paul and David would love if they knew it)

Winston Churchill was made an honorary US Citizen on April 9, 1963, and so April 9 is National Winston Churchill day (I wonder how many kids today know who Churchill even was!)

April 13 is Scrabble Day, which I should find a way to commemorate with all of my Word with Friends buddies.  The game has been around since 1938 and I have probably been playing it in one form or another ever since I learned to spell.

April 15 is Rubber Eraser Day, perhaps no coincidence that it is also the last day to submit your tax returns (#45 take note, please....these returns are not under audit).  In Great Britain they are called "rubbers," which is the source of great hilarity when a British high school student attends an American school and asks for a rubber.  They learn the difference pretty quickly, I think!  Be careful of your celebrations for this day, though.  There is a controversy.  Some say it's April 15 and some say it is April 13.  Don't want to offend anyone by celebrating on the wrong day.

I must Celebrate April 17, which is "blah, blah, blah day," an actual copyrighted holiday.  I felt it referred to the content of these journal entries, but actually it is a day is to do all of the projects and things that people have been nagging you to do. This may include quitting a habit, losing weight, or working on home projects.  The list site includes a special flower for each day and a special recipe for the day and today's recipe is for a baked blooming onion, which I guess helps make the day less "blah."

Some of the other interesting holidays to round out the month of April are:  Newspaper Columnists day (18th),  National Garlic Day (19th),  World Penguin Day (25th), Hug an Australian Day (26th), and Hairstyle Appreciation Day (30th).  

We are just a national of celebrations and thanks to the internet, we can find a way to celebrate anything we want to celebrate.  I may have to do this entry again to include May and June....