1/2 cup of Orange Juice
1/2 cup of Pineapple Juice
1 oz dark rum
1 oz light rum
1 oz coconut rum
Splash of lime juice
Drizzle of Grenadine
Add all ingredients to a large tumbler and then top up with ice.
A favorite author of mine. I just managed to buy a second copy of one of her books the other day, so I thought it was time to make a list, and mark what I have, and which ones I’ve read.
1973 – The House on Parchment Street
I was working this for a Photodactyl post but ended up going with something else. So this is an outtake, since I still really like it.
Yesterday I learned from my mom that my paternal grandmother, Ellen, would have turned 100 years old on Feb. 18, 2016 — if she were still alive. Wow, that’s a little mind-blowing. I’ve been pondering this since, and doing the math backwards, and it means she was 34 when they adopted my father, which I think was really an unusual age to start raising kids back then. She was an amazing yet difficult woman to know, let alone love.
In my memory she was most often cranky and brittle and telling people what they were doing wrong. That’s the hard part. I also remember her telling me wonderful stories about her life. Stories about meeting Grandpa Vern in Panama — she was a civilian working for the Navy as a secretary and he was an officer; about meeting my father’s birth mother before the adoption; about driving a car after the steering wheel had come off — to the great amazement of the mechanics when she arrived at a garage; about adopting my two aunts in Germany; about my grandfather running a circus for the local lions club for years and actually turning a profit for them. She also tried to teach me Spanish when I was little but she lived too far away then to really make any headway, but she tried.
In the photo here, the baby is my youngest sister, Janelle. Grandma Ellen is actually smiling in this photo. A rare enough thing. I think she might have been the happiest I’d ever seen her, when she was holding that baby. In the photo below, she’s sitting with my Grandma Delores, I think the first (only?) time they met.
We had a growler of kefir explode in our dining room at about 4 am last night. For those who don’t know what kefir is just imagine a growler of beer exploding. Glass exploded out about 15′ in every available direction. Kefir didn’t spray quite as far but was still a huge mess at half a gallon. Now imagine how much fun this was… at 4 am. 🙁
I was devastated to learn of David Bowie’s death a week ago. In the meantime, I’ve been watching lots of his videos on YouTube, and listening to his albums, starting with the oldest one, on Spotify. Here’s a collection of links found/shared on FB.