Cal Orey's Blog, page 156
August 13, 2014
Pre-Fall Novelty is Here
By Cal Orey
Fantasy Quebec Trip is Becoming a RealityToday is Wednesday and it turned out better than I expected. I get it now that when I wake up (no matter how cold or tired I feel), if I push myself to go swimming/hot tub the day is a good one as it was today. I sense if everyone exercised first thing upon awakening it would be a more balanced world and people would feel better, mind, body and spirit.
My morning oasis
Later, I was notified that The Healing Powers of Olive Oil, Revised and Updated is on its way back to me to proof as authors do. Proof pages. This part of writing a book is exciting like getting ready to bring home a new puppy--as I did 1 1/2 years ago. When I look at this photo (left) and at my 50 pound baby now it makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over again. So, yes, getting to the final stages of a book you work on can feel like puppy power, sort of.
Senior dogs melt my heart, too. This afternoon we took Simon in to have blood work done to see if he is strong enough to be kenneled without unnecessary shots (when I run away and try and recapture the past in Canada) . We believe he will pass with flying colors. Simon is my Rock--11 years young, a Gemini on the cusp of Taurus is my dear companion. He is a strong canine. The test results will return one to three weeks. Feeling positive about it.
So, book proofs on their way. Annual Pet Horoscopes due September 1. Weekly Food Column. Monthly Earth Changes column. I can do this. This thing is, while this work load is strong I am anticipating the trip. It's time I find my groove as I once had when I was in my early 20s-- adventurous, fearless, and a lust for life. Not a penny, just a knapsack, sleeping bag, dog and I managed to hitchhike to Montreal. True, I freaked by the hectic city, French speaking province, metric system, and vowed I'd return as an author, more centered. I'm determined to find my inner child, once again in between bumps on the road. I can do this.
Not much time to learn French (the book arrived), nor to decode Quebec and Quebec City. I've checked the weather forecasts (hurricanes in the south and severe storms in the northeast are up for fall) and it is a bit unsettling to me but I can do this. Tapes of Bob Marley, creative visualization, deep breathing, and repeating four words: "Go with the flow" will get me there and home again. Yes, despite challenges of leaving my fur kids and fears of the unknown spook me but Quebec is still on. This morning I slept in amid my three boys. I woke up happy. A woman in my dream whispered to me that it's going to be a wonderful trip. And that is a good omen.
Fantasy Quebec Trip is Becoming a RealityToday is Wednesday and it turned out better than I expected. I get it now that when I wake up (no matter how cold or tired I feel), if I push myself to go swimming/hot tub the day is a good one as it was today. I sense if everyone exercised first thing upon awakening it would be a more balanced world and people would feel better, mind, body and spirit..jpg)
My morning oasis
Later, I was notified that The Healing Powers of Olive Oil, Revised and Updated is on its way back to me to proof as authors do. Proof pages. This part of writing a book is exciting like getting ready to bring home a new puppy--as I did 1 1/2 years ago. When I look at this photo (left) and at my 50 pound baby now it makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over again. So, yes, getting to the final stages of a book you work on can feel like puppy power, sort of. 
Senior dogs melt my heart, too. This afternoon we took Simon in to have blood work done to see if he is strong enough to be kenneled without unnecessary shots (when I run away and try and recapture the past in Canada) . We believe he will pass with flying colors. Simon is my Rock--11 years young, a Gemini on the cusp of Taurus is my dear companion. He is a strong canine. The test results will return one to three weeks. Feeling positive about it. So, book proofs on their way. Annual Pet Horoscopes due September 1. Weekly Food Column. Monthly Earth Changes column. I can do this. This thing is, while this work load is strong I am anticipating the trip. It's time I find my groove as I once had when I was in my early 20s-- adventurous, fearless, and a lust for life. Not a penny, just a knapsack, sleeping bag, dog and I managed to hitchhike to Montreal. True, I freaked by the hectic city, French speaking province, metric system, and vowed I'd return as an author, more centered. I'm determined to find my inner child, once again in between bumps on the road. I can do this.
Not much time to learn French (the book arrived), nor to decode Quebec and Quebec City. I've checked the weather forecasts (hurricanes in the south and severe storms in the northeast are up for fall) and it is a bit unsettling to me but I can do this. Tapes of Bob Marley, creative visualization, deep breathing, and repeating four words: "Go with the flow" will get me there and home again. Yes, despite challenges of leaving my fur kids and fears of the unknown spook me but Quebec is still on. This morning I slept in amid my three boys. I woke up happy. A woman in my dream whispered to me that it's going to be a wonderful trip. And that is a good omen.
August 12, 2014
Pamper Yourself: A Day in the Life of a Coffee Lover Behind Closed Doors
By Cal OreyPAMPER YOURSELFA Day in the Life of a Coffee Lover at HomeOne day a surprise UPS package was sitting on my doorstop. The brown box was filled with BodyCoffee products and a cheat sheet card that came with descriptions of each container, including “Awaken your senses in a whole new way” and “Discover what cultures around the world have known for centuries—the skin healing miracle of coffee.” Using pre-packaged coffee beauty products (that you can buy online) give you spa coffee treatments right at home. The following is a luxurious one-day spa plan to relax and rejuvenate your body and mind—like I did in the comfort of my home.
7:00 A.M.: Rise and shine. My day starts with being awakened by raccoons or a stray cat outdoors that woke up my Brittany duo. It was time to get up and take them to the trails for their morning walk. I rinsed my face and washed it quickly the Energizing Body Bar Revitalize. The product claims include, “The intense, dark-hued blend of ground arabica and peppermint extract does much more than cleanse and tone.” Well, still half asleep I admit I was awake and the aroma of the body bar was nice. Wishing I wasn’t a dog lover, just a laid-back cat gal, my sibling and I get a move on with the dogs. Edible coffee is on my mind but I will wait until I return. 7:30 A.M.: Savor a Cup of Java. Instead of eating a large meal, I enjoy a European type of feast. Now it’s time for a new flavored coffee. I brew a pot of Cherry Vanilla Crème (made from Columbian Supremo). In a 12 ounce white coffee cup I pour a cup of hot coffee and splashes of 2% low-fat milk. I take the treat back with me (and a homemade bran muffin) and crawl into the warm waterbed. The walked and fed dogs follow. I turn on the tube, and log onto the computer to fetch my morning e-mail. 8:30 A.M. Coffee Shake It Up. Blend a shake (made with organic low-fat milk, premium coffee ice cream, a teaspoon of espresso powder, and ½ teaspoon of vanilla extract). I’m ready to take a long, hot shower. 10:00 A.M.: Coffee Shower Time. First, I light a hazelnut coffee scented candle. It creates an aromatherapy environment in my cabin-type bathroom. Next, I spray the Revitalizing Herbal Mist Breathe. It does what is says it will do: “Coffee extract absorbs odors, while essential oils of rosemary, orange, and mint offer a dose of pure refreshment for the body and environment.” I was in heaven believing in the scent of the wonder mist while turning on the shower. First, I tried the Cleansing Body Wash Enhance. Forget basis soap bars. The words that come with this product convinced me: “Enhance your daily routine with a gentle cleanser for bath or shower. Enriched with antioxidant coffee extract, olive oil and aloe vera, to leave your skin exceptionally soft.” Oh my, it was. I was hooked. After, I tried the Invigorating Body Polish. The product claims convinced me to do it: “Indulge in an exfoliating spa ritual that works wonders on cellulite. With dead sea salt, essential oils and ground coffee, it’s the ultimate body coffee experience.” I may never use my old coffee grounds again.Once out of the shower and dried off, I couldn’t stop. I grabbed the Hydrating Body Balm Soothe.The directions told me it can “Sooth dry skin with a Native American recipe thousands of years old—a nourishing infusion of antioxidant coffee extract and hemp seed oil. My body felt rejuvenated and super soft—ready for the day.12:30 P.M. Time to Get a Move On. It’s time for the treadmill (usually it’s a swim). I eat one chocolate coffee truffle and walk/run for about 20 minutes. This isn’t as fun as swimming but it still provides those feel-good endorphins—and turning on the tunes helps to get into the zone. 1:30 P.M.: Eat a Healthful Lunch. I dish up a fresh egg salad sandwich with tomatoes, and spinach lettuce on whole grain bread toast. Afterward, I try a store bought iced coffee. It’s not my fantasy but maybe it takes time to get used to it. Or, making my own may be key. 2:00 P.M.: Let the Dogs Outside. Once back–drink a glass of spring water (or two) – and turn to Moisturizing Body Lotion Surround. Living in the mountains at Lake Tahoereminds me that we don’t have a lot of humidity. That means dry skin. So, I tried the lotion on my hands. Again, the product says “The scent of nature’s own aphrodisiac, coffee blossom essence™ , coffee extract, shea butter and healing herbs leave skin more supple and positively glowing. I use it on my arms and elbows for the effect of it all. 3:00 Go to Work. I prefer going to the laptop for articles, desktop for books. Time spent—three hours. Thinking about the Javabalm™ SPF 15 Lip Balm, I put it on my lips. Note to self: Do this every day. 6:00 Eat a Coffee-Rich Dinner. Now that my mind is taxed, it’s time to feed my body like spa guests who are provided with awesome spa recipes. Tonight it’s the coffee-style chicken. (Check out the entrees in the recipes, refer to “Chapter 18.”) 7:00 P. M.: Give Myself a Foot Massage. When I finished dinner, I pampered myself with a foot massage. I tried the Energizing Body Oil Discover and it did what the product words said it would do: “Discover the therapeutic benefits of coffee. Our blend of essential oils (mint, rosemary and citrus) and caffeine sooths aching muscles, improves micro-cellular circulation.” (It also helps reduce the appearance of cellulite, or so it’s supposed to do that. I’ll settle for soothing aches and pains.) 9:30 P. M.: Coffee Break. It’s time to watch a film. I cuddle up with Zen cat, Simon and Seth, my beloved Brittanys. I treat myself to a half cup of all-natural premium coffee ice cream.12:30 A.M.: My thoughts are on autumn, when coffee beans are harvested. It’s a time when I get ready for the mountain seasonal change (raking pine needles to ordering wood and stocking the pantry). Coffee—good coffees, all kinds, all flavors—are a welcome addition to my favorite season. It’s a time to clean, a time to bake—and coffee can provide the energy to keep on moving. Whatever season it is or wherever you live, a coffee exfoliating mask will rejuvenate your facial skin and you’ll feel good both inside and outside. Try this do-it-yourself recipe and enjoy the aroma of a cup of java.Excerpted from The Healing Powers of Coffee.— Cal Orey, M.A. is an author and journalist. Her books include "The Healing Powers" series (Vinegar, Olive Oil, Chocolate, Honey, and Coffee) published by Kensington. (The Healing Powers of Coffee was featured by One Spirit and the Good Cook Book clubs.) August 10, 2014
Pre-Fall Breakfast for You or (Your) Honey
By Cal Orey
Lithuanian copy
When I migrated to Tahoe, the first fall was a big change with leaves changing color, pine cones, busy squirrels, plus colder nights minus vegetables growing on the sides of the roads. One morning I made quickie frozen waffles teamed with generic syrup. It was quick as I geared up for the first snow, buying a cord of wood and learning to make a fire, and swimming outdoors in a snow flurries. I felt like I was in a foreign land. It was autumn on the south shore and I fell in love with the season.
These days, I love being in the kitchen, feeling pre-fall and anticipating the first days of seasonal change. This morning I brewed a pot of flavored vanilla coffee, and put together honey waffles from scratch. Getting the ingredients together was easy —and so was watching the batter turn into waffles.
Honey Waffles* * * 1 cup whole wheat flour 1 ½ teaspoons baking powder
3/4 teaspoon nutmeg 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 2 organic brown eggs 3 tablespoons honey
Premium maple syrup or honey
European style butter Confectioners’ sugar Fresh summer berries
In a mixing bowl, combine flour, baking powder, and spices. In smaller bowl stir eggs and honey. Pour into dry ingredients. Mix well. Turn on nonstick waffle iron. Pour half batter onto iron. Wait till steam rises. Top with confectioners’ sugar, a small pat of real butter and drizzle with syrup. Makes 2 waffles. (Double the recipe for friends and family.)
These waffles are so easy to make, not to ignore the fact they are easy on the budget (except for syrup—go for all natural). The second waffle turned out picture perfect. It was simple to remove from the waffle iron and a joy to plate. I felt like a proud mom giving birth to a waffle. I dusted it with powdered sugar reminding me that fall is around the corner. I'm feeling the coming of fall.
For more honey-related recipes check out The Healing Powers of Honey--part of the Healing Powers Series.
Lithuanian copy
When I migrated to Tahoe, the first fall was a big change with leaves changing color, pine cones, busy squirrels, plus colder nights minus vegetables growing on the sides of the roads. One morning I made quickie frozen waffles teamed with generic syrup. It was quick as I geared up for the first snow, buying a cord of wood and learning to make a fire, and swimming outdoors in a snow flurries. I felt like I was in a foreign land. It was autumn on the south shore and I fell in love with the season.These days, I love being in the kitchen, feeling pre-fall and anticipating the first days of seasonal change. This morning I brewed a pot of flavored vanilla coffee, and put together honey waffles from scratch. Getting the ingredients together was easy —and so was watching the batter turn into waffles.
Honey Waffles* * * 1 cup whole wheat flour 1 ½ teaspoons baking powder
3/4 teaspoon nutmeg 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 2 organic brown eggs 3 tablespoons honey
Premium maple syrup or honey
European style butter Confectioners’ sugar Fresh summer berries
In a mixing bowl, combine flour, baking powder, and spices. In smaller bowl stir eggs and honey. Pour into dry ingredients. Mix well. Turn on nonstick waffle iron. Pour half batter onto iron. Wait till steam rises. Top with confectioners’ sugar, a small pat of real butter and drizzle with syrup. Makes 2 waffles. (Double the recipe for friends and family.)
These waffles are so easy to make, not to ignore the fact they are easy on the budget (except for syrup—go for all natural). The second waffle turned out picture perfect. It was simple to remove from the waffle iron and a joy to plate. I felt like a proud mom giving birth to a waffle. I dusted it with powdered sugar reminding me that fall is around the corner. I'm feeling the coming of fall.
For more honey-related recipes check out The Healing Powers of Honey--part of the Healing Powers Series.
August 9, 2014
Chocolate on the Brain
By Cal Orey
I should have a musette full of chocolate. These I should
distribute with a kind word and a pat on the back. - Ernest Hemingway
I woke up this a.m., with chocolate on my mind. Actually, the last time I enjoyed a chocolate affair was a few weeks ago. It was a scoop (okay, more than one) of all-natural chocolate ice cream that sweetened my life. As I noted in my last post, pre-fall is in the air. For some reason, we feel the seasonal changes sooner in the sierras. The squirrels are everywhere as are droppings of pine cones. So, raking this weekend is on my agenda as well as chocolate. These are sweet signs of autumn...
I have fond memories of chocolate mousse. In my early thirties, I was in a long-term relationship with a video engineer in the San Francisco Bay Area who was trying to reignite the flame in our love life, and he sailed the full nine yards--planning unforgettable surprises to court me, again. Yes, it included coffee and chocolate.
He set out on his new 27-foot sailboat to Benicia. I joined him later in the artsy town at The Union Hotel, a romantic getaway with 12 rooms. Our refuge was coined Coast Lotus, an upstairs charming suite with a large window view of the bay. The hotel room with European touches included a spacious private bathroom with a Jacuzzi for two. Early in the evening, he surprised me with a room service treat: hot espresso and Dutch chocolate mousse. The entire event was an event to cherish for life--especially the tub, chocolate, and coffee trio.
A cuppa coffee and chocolate go together like a man and woman in love. Like wine, espresso, lattes, and chocolate are popular in Italy. Tuscany, known as a hot chocolate spot, is a place countless people enjoy coffee and chocolate, which can be healing for the body, mind, and spirit. (No, we didn't reunite, despite the chocolate romantic adventure.) But I got my own mousse recipe refined years later.
As I prepare for an overdue European-style trip in Quebec, I chose the egg-less no cook method. Instead of dark chocolate (my preference), by accident I purchased milk chocolate. But it was an omen. It made the mousse chocolaty enough for a limited palate and the sophisticated chocolatarians. I used heavy whipping cream—not the creamy ready-made fluff in the plastic container. The extra effort of whipping it is worth the time and trouble.
Chocolat Mousse
* * * 1 cup premium all natural milk chocolate chips, 31% cacoa ½ cup half-and-half 2 tablespoons European style butter 1 teaspoon cinnamon 1 cup heavy whipping cream 1 capful pure vanilla extract ¼ cup confectioners’ sugar Extra whipped cream (for topping) Chocolate shavings (grated dark or milk chocolate chips) Strawberries, sliced (optional)
In a bowl pour one cup of chocolate chips. Place in microwave and melt. (Keep a close watch on it. Do not overcook. Stir until smooth.) Set aside. In another bowl, combine butter and milk. Microwave until butter is melted. Cool. Mix into chocolate. (At first it will look lumpy but stir and it will turn creamy and smooth.) Sprinkle with cinnamon. Set aside. In a chilled mixing bowl pour whipping cream. Mix on high until it is a thick, creamy texture. (Warning: This can take a while.) Add vanilla and sugar (it does need the sweet flavor). Fold ½ cup into chocolate. Add the rest and stir until it’s a superb chocolate creamy mousse. Pour into ramekins or small glasses. Place in refrigerator for 3 hours to firm. Top with whipped cream. Garnish which chocolate shavings and berries. Serves approximately 4.
More stories and recipes in the timeless book The Healing Powers of Chocolate.
I should have a musette full of chocolate. These I should
distribute with a kind word and a pat on the back. - Ernest Hemingway
I woke up this a.m., with chocolate on my mind. Actually, the last time I enjoyed a chocolate affair was a few weeks ago. It was a scoop (okay, more than one) of all-natural chocolate ice cream that sweetened my life. As I noted in my last post, pre-fall is in the air. For some reason, we feel the seasonal changes sooner in the sierras. The squirrels are everywhere as are droppings of pine cones. So, raking this weekend is on my agenda as well as chocolate. These are sweet signs of autumn...
I have fond memories of chocolate mousse. In my early thirties, I was in a long-term relationship with a video engineer in the San Francisco Bay Area who was trying to reignite the flame in our love life, and he sailed the full nine yards--planning unforgettable surprises to court me, again. Yes, it included coffee and chocolate.
He set out on his new 27-foot sailboat to Benicia. I joined him later in the artsy town at The Union Hotel, a romantic getaway with 12 rooms. Our refuge was coined Coast Lotus, an upstairs charming suite with a large window view of the bay. The hotel room with European touches included a spacious private bathroom with a Jacuzzi for two. Early in the evening, he surprised me with a room service treat: hot espresso and Dutch chocolate mousse. The entire event was an event to cherish for life--especially the tub, chocolate, and coffee trio.
A cuppa coffee and chocolate go together like a man and woman in love. Like wine, espresso, lattes, and chocolate are popular in Italy. Tuscany, known as a hot chocolate spot, is a place countless people enjoy coffee and chocolate, which can be healing for the body, mind, and spirit. (No, we didn't reunite, despite the chocolate romantic adventure.) But I got my own mousse recipe refined years later.
As I prepare for an overdue European-style trip in Quebec, I chose the egg-less no cook method. Instead of dark chocolate (my preference), by accident I purchased milk chocolate. But it was an omen. It made the mousse chocolaty enough for a limited palate and the sophisticated chocolatarians. I used heavy whipping cream—not the creamy ready-made fluff in the plastic container. The extra effort of whipping it is worth the time and trouble.
Chocolat Mousse
* * * 1 cup premium all natural milk chocolate chips, 31% cacoa ½ cup half-and-half 2 tablespoons European style butter 1 teaspoon cinnamon 1 cup heavy whipping cream 1 capful pure vanilla extract ¼ cup confectioners’ sugar Extra whipped cream (for topping) Chocolate shavings (grated dark or milk chocolate chips) Strawberries, sliced (optional)
In a bowl pour one cup of chocolate chips. Place in microwave and melt. (Keep a close watch on it. Do not overcook. Stir until smooth.) Set aside. In another bowl, combine butter and milk. Microwave until butter is melted. Cool. Mix into chocolate. (At first it will look lumpy but stir and it will turn creamy and smooth.) Sprinkle with cinnamon. Set aside. In a chilled mixing bowl pour whipping cream. Mix on high until it is a thick, creamy texture. (Warning: This can take a while.) Add vanilla and sugar (it does need the sweet flavor). Fold ½ cup into chocolate. Add the rest and stir until it’s a superb chocolate creamy mousse. Pour into ramekins or small glasses. Place in refrigerator for 3 hours to firm. Top with whipped cream. Garnish which chocolate shavings and berries. Serves approximately 4.More stories and recipes in the timeless book The Healing Powers of Chocolate.
August 6, 2014
Getting My "Zen" Back...and Much More
By Cal Orey
Pre-Fall...It's August and I'm feeling pre-fall. The pine cones are dropping and squirrels are eating. It's not in my head. A neighbor shared this observation with me. This morning I pushed myself to get out of the waterbed (colder than normal) and out the door to the resort where a swimming pool and hot tub await. This is an oasis that not only relaxes me but boosts energy for the day. I'm hooked. Once back home I grabbed a slice of apple strudel (semi-homemade), and began to field e-mails and still trying to get the Healing Powers Series in a Canadian bookstore...
Canadians Like Coffee 'n Chocolate. Maybe Canadians do not like coffee or honey or chocolate--but that doesn't fly with me. Perhaps, it is possible, that my books will be invited to share via consignment. I've seen self-published authors do that and they have done quite well. Or maybe the book gods in Canada want me to have a real vacation and stay out of bookstores. Whatever the result is, I'm flexible. A cameo appearance is good...it could be a prelude to getting The Healing Powers of Olive Oil, Updated and Revised in the stores.
Leaving my fur kids is on my mind. Yes, I am booked for a flight to Quebec. Yes, I am excited. Yes I am scared. It's an odd combination. But it is a done deal. It felt right at the time when I finalized the trip plans. So, I will go despite cold feet. Murphy's Law will enter no matter what and it could be a lesson for me to chill and survive.
The CRJ900 from MN to Quebec seems like it may be a bit of a challenge. Taking the trek to Quebec City and coming back to downtown Montreal may be bothersome; sensing I'll want to stay put after I put in the time and effort to get there. Going solo is a bit lonely yet I won't have to compromise and may revisit yesteryear when I traveled alone and enjoyed it. Getting stuck in Atlanta could happen. Or not. And the layover in Utah could be grueling or maybe time to sleep.
Whatever happens it will be a lesson to re-learn how to go with the flow. I've been a bubble girl too long.
It Never Rains in California. Ironically, California is in a drought but we just got another Flash Flood Warning on the TV. Go figure. Last night I was a News Segment Guest on Coast to Coast AM. Topic: Drought and Quakes. Yeah, withdrawing groundwater can mess with Mother Nature just lack fracking--putting water into the Earth. Either way the Earth may move or it will move without man messing with it. It's just a matter of time before the shaky Golden State shakes. It turns out after I signed off, the host said both geologist and I forecast a "major" earthquake in California is on its way this year.
No surprise.
Loving my Zen. My Siamese kitty is back and I'm loving it. He thinks he is a dog. Everywhere I go, he follows. Jumping from cat tree to cat tree; being affectionate; sleeping with me; ignoring the dogs; and all the other stuff cats do normally he is doing. I am thankful his urinary woe was short and appears to be remedied with a change in diet. I am fantasizing about taking pussycat with to Canada. But it probably wouldn't be fair to him or me. So no "Harry and Tonto" sequel.
So, we wait. A trip is forthcoming. Final book page proofs is forthcoming. The first round of Pet Horoscopes is forthcoming. A bookstore visit in Montreal--yes or no--is forthcoming. A separation from my fur kids is forthcoming. Lots of R&R is forthcoming. My life is on the brink of experiencing a lot of novelty--planes, people, a foreign language, the city--and I've got a whole lot of mixed feelings. But I won't back out. As Tom Petty sang, "Waiting is the hardest part."
Pre-Fall...It's August and I'm feeling pre-fall. The pine cones are dropping and squirrels are eating. It's not in my head. A neighbor shared this observation with me. This morning I pushed myself to get out of the waterbed (colder than normal) and out the door to the resort where a swimming pool and hot tub await. This is an oasis that not only relaxes me but boosts energy for the day. I'm hooked. Once back home I grabbed a slice of apple strudel (semi-homemade), and began to field e-mails and still trying to get the Healing Powers Series in a Canadian bookstore...
Canadians Like Coffee 'n Chocolate. Maybe Canadians do not like coffee or honey or chocolate--but that doesn't fly with me. Perhaps, it is possible, that my books will be invited to share via consignment. I've seen self-published authors do that and they have done quite well. Or maybe the book gods in Canada want me to have a real vacation and stay out of bookstores. Whatever the result is, I'm flexible. A cameo appearance is good...it could be a prelude to getting The Healing Powers of Olive Oil, Updated and Revised in the stores.
Leaving my fur kids is on my mind. Yes, I am booked for a flight to Quebec. Yes, I am excited. Yes I am scared. It's an odd combination. But it is a done deal. It felt right at the time when I finalized the trip plans. So, I will go despite cold feet. Murphy's Law will enter no matter what and it could be a lesson for me to chill and survive.
The CRJ900 from MN to Quebec seems like it may be a bit of a challenge. Taking the trek to Quebec City and coming back to downtown Montreal may be bothersome; sensing I'll want to stay put after I put in the time and effort to get there. Going solo is a bit lonely yet I won't have to compromise and may revisit yesteryear when I traveled alone and enjoyed it. Getting stuck in Atlanta could happen. Or not. And the layover in Utah could be grueling or maybe time to sleep.
Whatever happens it will be a lesson to re-learn how to go with the flow. I've been a bubble girl too long.
It Never Rains in California. Ironically, California is in a drought but we just got another Flash Flood Warning on the TV. Go figure. Last night I was a News Segment Guest on Coast to Coast AM. Topic: Drought and Quakes. Yeah, withdrawing groundwater can mess with Mother Nature just lack fracking--putting water into the Earth. Either way the Earth may move or it will move without man messing with it. It's just a matter of time before the shaky Golden State shakes. It turns out after I signed off, the host said both geologist and I forecast a "major" earthquake in California is on its way this year.
No surprise.
Loving my Zen. My Siamese kitty is back and I'm loving it. He thinks he is a dog. Everywhere I go, he follows. Jumping from cat tree to cat tree; being affectionate; sleeping with me; ignoring the dogs; and all the other stuff cats do normally he is doing. I am thankful his urinary woe was short and appears to be remedied with a change in diet. I am fantasizing about taking pussycat with to Canada. But it probably wouldn't be fair to him or me. So no "Harry and Tonto" sequel.
So, we wait. A trip is forthcoming. Final book page proofs is forthcoming. The first round of Pet Horoscopes is forthcoming. A bookstore visit in Montreal--yes or no--is forthcoming. A separation from my fur kids is forthcoming. Lots of R&R is forthcoming. My life is on the brink of experiencing a lot of novelty--planes, people, a foreign language, the city--and I've got a whole lot of mixed feelings. But I won't back out. As Tom Petty sang, "Waiting is the hardest part."
July 27, 2014
Healing Powers Series Author Faces Zen
A place to find my balanceBy Cal Orey
The Serenity Prayer: God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
This month of July has been full of twists and turns all leading me to a mixed bag of novelty. Like a cat, I don't prefer stress and yearn for "zen" (a very calming place) but shake-ups and surprises are part of life. And that is what I'm trying to do--start living again, go with the flow (with tweaks) and face challenges without yowling too much.
Zen, my fearless Aries feline
ZEN: For starters, my Zen, a strong, laid-back Siamese-mix, 5, had an ER ride to the vet on Monday. Tests later, my boy was diagnosed with crystals in his urine. I noted my prediction on Facebook before the results came back: "FUS" (feline urological disorder). Some believe this urinary tract woe is linked to stress and environment; even sensitive cats sensing oncoming earthquakes and/or eating the wrong diet. So, he had a flare-up. Not fun for him or me. Straining to go is no laughing matter for cats or humans. For now, diet change is the Rx plus water fountain. We wait. We retest. (Another incident this a.m. Pain med (syringe) was a challenge for me to do. But I did it.) Goal: Be zen-like for this feline, one whom I'm connected to mind, body, and spirit.
MOVING ON: I booked a flight and downtown hotel for Montreal, Quebec. As an isolated author-intuitive living in the mountains for 15 years it was time to push myself out of this comfort zone. I'm facing my fears: cities, crowds, flying, high-rise buildings, new food, a French-speaking province--and going solo like I did back in my twenties.
Decades ago, I was a fearless female hitchhiking across America with a small shaggy dog. I smuggled him into Quebec and we didn't do well: cultural shock. But my vow to return when I became an author (plus umpteen dreams of me on a train in the northeastern region) has called me back...
...I got the best hotel for me and my love for swimming and best flight for me so I'll feel both safe and sprinkled with adventure. The funny this is, when I went there before I didn't have a penny; I wore a big knapsack with a rolled up sleeping bag on my back--guts and glory.
A NEW BOOK, FINAL EDITS: Before I leave the West Coast and flee to the Northeast, getting off the grid as much as possible (no ties to computers, cell phones), The Healing Powers of Olive Oil proof pages will fly back to me from New York to proof. This is exciting. This book is close to me. This book is the second edition with more stories, more studies, more home cures, and more comfort food recipes with a Mediterranean French flair.
MY PET COLUMN RETURNS: As the book is wrapped up, I received a message last week. I've been asked to pen my monthly column for one year. The topic: pet horoscopes about cats and dogs for pet parents. This is a fun assignment; as an intuitive I didn't see this one coming but I was on the popular website looking up information for Zen when I received the request. Coincidence or meant to be?
COMPANION ANIMALS: While writing about pets revisits my life, Simon has to revisit the vet on Saturday. As a senior pooch, we're faced with mysterious new lumps and bumps--but overall, Simon is aging gracefully and I am there for him all the way. In fact, rather than get more shots for him and before he is boarded we will test his antibodies and hopefully that will be enough so no taxing his body. Boarding my three boys at the vet kennel is the best decision for all. I know they will get good care, be safe. Of course, leaving my trio and flying away frightens me, sort of like Tom Hanks character in Castaway (when he loses Wilson, his best friend, a ball). I get it.
A new adventure was scary but amazing
Callie needs to go out of her comfort zone
So, I await a little book I ordered: It's on the topic of French phrases for my trip; time allows to get two months of horoscopes written; finish book edits, write my Earth Changes and food columns, and pray that Zen beats these pesky crystals. My plate is full. I can tell you that it's Skyler "name means protector" my lively Aussie and Simon, my strong Rock who give me life and that fun-loving, adventurous spirit to go do it.
Healing Powers Series Author Faces Fears
By Cal Orey
Zen, my fearless Aries feline
The Serenity Prayer: God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
This month of July has been full of twists and turns all leading me to a mixed bag of novelty. Like a cat, I don't like a lot stress but it's part of life. And that is what I'm trying to do--start living again and face challenges without yowling too much.
ZEN: For starters, my strong, laid-back Siamese-mix, 5, had a ride to the vet on Monday. Tests later, my boy was diagnosed with crystals in his urine. I noted before the results came back on Facebook "FUS" (feline urological disorder, some believe is linked to stress even cats sensing oncoming earthquakes and/or the wrong diet). So, he had a flare-up. Not fun for him or me. For now, diet change is the Rx. We wait. We retest. Another incident this a.m. Pain med (syringe) was a challenge for me to do. But I did it. I am trying to be zen-like for this feline, one whom I'm connected to mind, body, and spirit.
MOVING ON: I did it. I really booked a flight and hotel to Montreal, Quebec. As an isolated author-intuitive living in the mountains for 15 years it was time to push myself out of the comfort zone. Yep. I'm facing my fears: crowds, flying, high rises, a French-speaking province, and going solo like I did back in my twenties. Decades ago I was the fearless female hitchhiking across America with a small shaggy dog. I smuggled him into Quebec and we didn't do well: cultural shock. But my vow to return when I became an author (plus umpteen dreams of me on a train in the northeastern region) has called me back... I got the best hotel for me and best flight so I will feel both safe with much needed adventure. The funny this is, when I went there before I didn't have a penny, no food--just guts and glory.
A NEW BOOK, FINAL EDITS: Before I leave the West Coast and flee to the unknown, getting off the grid as much as possible (no ties to computers, cell phones), The Healing Powers of Olive Oil proof pages will fly back to me from New York to proof. This is exciting. This book is close to me. This book is the second edition with more stories, more studies, more home cures, and more comfort food recipes with a Mediterranean French flair.
MY PET COLUMN RETURNS: As the book is wrapped up, I received a message last week. I've been asked to pen my monthly column for one year. The topic: pet horoscopes about cats and dogs for pet parents. This is a fun assignment; as an intuitive I didn't see this one coming but I was on the popular website looking up information for Zen when I received the request. Coincidence or meant to be?
COMPANION ANIMALS: While writing about pets revisits my life, Simon has to revisit the vet on Saturday. As a senior pooch, we're faced with mysterious new lumps and bumps, another teeth scaling--but overall, Simon is aging gracefully and I am there for him all the way. In fact, rather than get more shots for him and before he is boarded we will test his antibodies and hopefully that will be enough so no taxing his body. Boarding my three boys at the vet kennel is the best decision for all. I know they will get good care, be safe. Of course, leaving my trio and flying away frightens me, sort of like Tom Hanks character in Castaway (when he loses Wilson, his best friend, a ball). I get it.
A new adventure was scary but amazing
Callie needs to go out of her comfort zone
And now, I await a book I ordered: It's on the topic of French phrases for my trip; get two months of horoscopes written; finish the book edits, and pray that Zen beats these pesky crystals. My plate is full. I can tell you that it's Skyler "protector" my lively Aussie who gives me life and that fun-loving, adventurous spirit to go do it.
July 15, 2014
Olive Oil Books with Old Mediterranean Charm Attract Readers (Again)
By Cal Orey
Have you read The Healing Powers of Olive Oil?
News: Today, I was told the 1st ed. mass market is going back to press, more copies distributed in Walmart stores, some grocery chains, and other non-book outlets. Also available: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, BAM, IndieBound, Bookish.com, Target.
And...the NEW, NEW, NEW 2nd ed. upcoming December 30, 2014! Mass Market 2016. This book includes lively and intimate anecdotes from yesteryear and present-day, new health perks, more oils, must-have easy and sophisticated recipes that'll make you hungry, and more old Mediterranean charm. I inserted my heart and soul plus sweat and tears into each and every page.
It's odd. But tomorrow I'm whipping up a cool chocolate mousse. I found this blog post below, same time of year, same thoughts about tourists and thinking autumn. Some things change, some things stay the same but with re-dos or twists that are incredible.
And today, I'm still planning an overdue trip with a Mediterranean spin. Many times I almost clicked my mouse to book a flight to Montreal, Quebec. I'm close. Looking for the best time, best deal and getting the nerve to leave my fur kids. Actually, this is more of a challenge than dealing with turbulence anxiety.
It's Summer--Time for Chocolate Olive Oil Ice Cream
By Cal Orey,The Writing Gourmet
Living in a tourist town has its ups and downs. Personally, I am an autumn gal and my mantra is "fall, fall, fall." I have been writing articles for mags getting ready for the season of gray skies, leaves changing colors, cooler air, crackling fires, warm sweaters and jeans, cozy comforters, and baking food. I know my choice of seasons will come again. But now it's time to chill and go with the flow of it all. Summer has arrived...
And that means it's time for less clothes, gardening, windows open--night and day--homemade lemonade and iced tea, seasonal fruits and vegetables, lighter eating--and cold, creamy ice cream. Chocolate is the flavor of flavors, naturally.So, while I--Ms. Introvert--gets into the swim of seasonal change--tourist overload, no indoor spa pool/hot tub, noise with a capital N, warmer temperatures, crowded roads, the beaches and stores filled with kids 'n' parents--I crave feel-good chocolate to make it all feel better. Here is a recipe from my book The Healing Powers of Chocolate (Kensington, 2010).
* * *Chocolate Olive Oil Ice Cream
2 1/2 cups milk1/2 cup Hershey's dark chocolate chips, melted1 small orange in segments, banana, peach, or fruit of your choice2 teaspoons vanillaPinch of sea salt2 eggs (or 4 egg whites)1/2 cup Marsala Orange Olive Oil1/2 cup sugarIn a blender add all ingredients; blend until smooth. Pour into an ice cream maker; follow manufacturer's directions. The olive oil is a substitute for unhealthy fat.Source: Gemma Sanita Sciabica
One more thing. I know tourists love Lake Tahoe and locals love tourists for self-preservation. But many residents do look forward to off season--me for one--because of its quietude. It is a challenge to write a book and stay focused while so many people are away on vacation or here playing in our resort town. But I can do this--with ice cream and swimming in a new, improved place (it's a secret) and did I say ice cream? Three little months. "Fall, fall, fall."
Have you read The Healing Powers of Olive Oil?
News: Today, I was told the 1st ed. mass market is going back to press, more copies distributed in Walmart stores, some grocery chains, and other non-book outlets. Also available: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, BAM, IndieBound, Bookish.com, Target.
And...the NEW, NEW, NEW 2nd ed. upcoming December 30, 2014! Mass Market 2016. This book includes lively and intimate anecdotes from yesteryear and present-day, new health perks, more oils, must-have easy and sophisticated recipes that'll make you hungry, and more old Mediterranean charm. I inserted my heart and soul plus sweat and tears into each and every page.
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It's odd. But tomorrow I'm whipping up a cool chocolate mousse. I found this blog post below, same time of year, same thoughts about tourists and thinking autumn. Some things change, some things stay the same but with re-dos or twists that are incredible. And today, I'm still planning an overdue trip with a Mediterranean spin. Many times I almost clicked my mouse to book a flight to Montreal, Quebec. I'm close. Looking for the best time, best deal and getting the nerve to leave my fur kids. Actually, this is more of a challenge than dealing with turbulence anxiety.
It's Summer--Time for Chocolate Olive Oil Ice Cream
By Cal Orey,The Writing Gourmet
Living in a tourist town has its ups and downs. Personally, I am an autumn gal and my mantra is "fall, fall, fall." I have been writing articles for mags getting ready for the season of gray skies, leaves changing colors, cooler air, crackling fires, warm sweaters and jeans, cozy comforters, and baking food. I know my choice of seasons will come again. But now it's time to chill and go with the flow of it all. Summer has arrived...
And that means it's time for less clothes, gardening, windows open--night and day--homemade lemonade and iced tea, seasonal fruits and vegetables, lighter eating--and cold, creamy ice cream. Chocolate is the flavor of flavors, naturally.So, while I--Ms. Introvert--gets into the swim of seasonal change--tourist overload, no indoor spa pool/hot tub, noise with a capital N, warmer temperatures, crowded roads, the beaches and stores filled with kids 'n' parents--I crave feel-good chocolate to make it all feel better. Here is a recipe from my book The Healing Powers of Chocolate (Kensington, 2010).
* * *Chocolate Olive Oil Ice Cream
2 1/2 cups milk1/2 cup Hershey's dark chocolate chips, melted1 small orange in segments, banana, peach, or fruit of your choice2 teaspoons vanillaPinch of sea salt2 eggs (or 4 egg whites)1/2 cup Marsala Orange Olive Oil1/2 cup sugarIn a blender add all ingredients; blend until smooth. Pour into an ice cream maker; follow manufacturer's directions. The olive oil is a substitute for unhealthy fat.Source: Gemma Sanita Sciabica
One more thing. I know tourists love Lake Tahoe and locals love tourists for self-preservation. But many residents do look forward to off season--me for one--because of its quietude. It is a challenge to write a book and stay focused while so many people are away on vacation or here playing in our resort town. But I can do this--with ice cream and swimming in a new, improved place (it's a secret) and did I say ice cream? Three little months. "Fall, fall, fall."
July 11, 2014
Life Goes On..Chilling Sierras 'n Fantasizing Canada
By Cal Orey
Montreal had me at chocolate , bagels, and
gelato...Healing Powers of Chocolate author July is Hot, Hot, Hot. We survived 4th of July tourists and fireworks. Actually, it wasn't as intense as I anticipated. The fur childrens' fur was a bit ruffled but not too much. The Aussie won the sensitivity award. Moving on into another round of a heat wave is the next challenge in the Sierra. So far, no Angora Fire sequel but thunderstorm and flash flood advisories have been flashed on the TV screen warnings, here and there.
It's not that I haven't done these things before. Back in 1999, on July 12 when arriving at Lake Tahoe it was in the triple digits. Hot, hot, hot. En route up to the mountains the air conditioning fizzled and my Brittany, Dylan, orange-and-white mix kitty Alex, and Shakespeare (a beta) all weathered the temperature. The fish did not survive. However, the two senior pets lived on for many years in the sierras.
Today, it's cooler but too hot without air conditioning...One ceiling fan, another box fan are fine for the living room. But I'm fantasizing about adopting a third fan to cool down the cabin. After all, I have another senior Brittany, Simon, and my 1 1/2 year-old Aussie Skye sports a dense coat... Not to forget the Siamese Zen who at 5 is probably the most comfortable. But there's more to living than dealing with weather woes.
Last summer...he is 15 pounds bigger!
Moving On... The renewed passport arrived. It's my ticket to paradise, as the old song lyrics go. I don't understand how my hair looks dark red when I see blonde and reddish brown. I look like someone else, no good for getting through borders. Speaking of crossing the line, I am getting close to clicking my mouse on the airline flight of choice.
It seems like Montreal, Quebec is the chosen destination. I don't know if a book signing will take place at the large bookstore. Or not. A while ago I thought: "The trip should be work-related." But wherever I go as long as it's not here my journey will add to life's adventures full of sensory data (hopefully, with a taste of the Mediterranean diet and lifestyle) and be input in my articles, columns, and books.
Hello Montreal
Unported license.Attribution: Gjm130 at the English language Wikipedia
I seem to be floundering with British Columbia (been there, done that) and Montreal (been there, need re-do). Too bad I'm not fluent in French. I will purchase one of those easy to read phrase books and wing it so I won't starve, get lost, or be left out in the cold. But it was romantic decades ago, cuddled up in a sleeping bag with my bold Lhaso Apso dog to keep me warm; in the woods, eating peanut butter and table scraps for the canine.
Wish I could take my critters with
Ironically, those are the things I endured in my early twenties. But I was traveling with a beloved dog. I suffered cultural shock. Nobody warned me that Quebec is a French speaking province, nor about the metric system, and chilly attitude in the air if you only speak English. But now I can do it. Almost there to clicking the mouse...starting to practice French, with an introduction from the online easy phrases (from languagehelpers.com/words/french/basi...).
EnglishFrenchPronunciationYes/NoOui/Nonwee/nongYes, please/No, thank youOui, s'il vous plaît/Non, merciwee, seel voo play/nong, mair-seePleaseS'il vous plaîtseel voo playThank youMerci (madame/monsieur)mair-see (mah-dahm/mer-syer)You're welcomeIl n'y a pas de quoieel nyah pah der kwahHere is/areVoici...vwah-seeHello/Good morning/afternoonBonjour, (madame/monsieur)bong-zhoor, (mah-dahm/mer-syer)Hello/Good eveningBonsoir (madame/monsieur)bong-swahr, (mah-dahm/mer-syer)GoodbyeAu revoiroh rer-vwahrGood nightBonne nuitbonn nweeHow are you?Comment allez-vous?kommahng tahlay vooVery well, thanksTrès bien, mercitray byang mair-seeExcuse meExcusez-moiex-kewzay mwahDo you speak English?Est-ce que vous parlez anglais?essker voo pahrlay ahng-glayCan you help me?Est-ce que vous pouvez m'aider?essker voo poovay may-dayI don't understand.Je ne comprends pas.zher ner kong-prahng pahI don't know.Je ne sais pas.zher ner say pahCould you please write it downEst-ce que vous pouvez l'écrire?essker voo poovay lay-kreerSorryDésolé(e)day-zo-layLeave me alone!Laissez-moi tranquille.lay-say mwah trahng-keelWhere?Où?ooWhen?Quand?kahngHow?Comment?kommahngWhy?Pourquoi?poor-kwahWho?Qui?keeWhich?Lequel?/Laquelle?ler-kell/lah-kellWhere is...?Où est...?oo ayHow much?Combien?kong-byangHow many?Combien?kong-byangWhat's that?Qu'est-ce que c'est?kessker sayI'd like...Je voudrais...zher voodrayI want...Je veux...zher verI like it.Ça me plaît.sahm playI don't like it.Ça ne me plaît pas.sah ner mer play pahOK/Agreed.Ça va/d'accord.sah vah/dah-korrThat's fine.C'est bien.say byang
Montreal had me at chocolate , bagels, andgelato...Healing Powers of Chocolate author July is Hot, Hot, Hot. We survived 4th of July tourists and fireworks. Actually, it wasn't as intense as I anticipated. The fur childrens' fur was a bit ruffled but not too much. The Aussie won the sensitivity award. Moving on into another round of a heat wave is the next challenge in the Sierra. So far, no Angora Fire sequel but thunderstorm and flash flood advisories have been flashed on the TV screen warnings, here and there.
It's not that I haven't done these things before. Back in 1999, on July 12 when arriving at Lake Tahoe it was in the triple digits. Hot, hot, hot. En route up to the mountains the air conditioning fizzled and my Brittany, Dylan, orange-and-white mix kitty Alex, and Shakespeare (a beta) all weathered the temperature. The fish did not survive. However, the two senior pets lived on for many years in the sierras.
Today, it's cooler but too hot without air conditioning...One ceiling fan, another box fan are fine for the living room. But I'm fantasizing about adopting a third fan to cool down the cabin. After all, I have another senior Brittany, Simon, and my 1 1/2 year-old Aussie Skye sports a dense coat... Not to forget the Siamese Zen who at 5 is probably the most comfortable. But there's more to living than dealing with weather woes.
Last summer...he is 15 pounds bigger!
Moving On... The renewed passport arrived. It's my ticket to paradise, as the old song lyrics go. I don't understand how my hair looks dark red when I see blonde and reddish brown. I look like someone else, no good for getting through borders. Speaking of crossing the line, I am getting close to clicking my mouse on the airline flight of choice.
It seems like Montreal, Quebec is the chosen destination. I don't know if a book signing will take place at the large bookstore. Or not. A while ago I thought: "The trip should be work-related." But wherever I go as long as it's not here my journey will add to life's adventures full of sensory data (hopefully, with a taste of the Mediterranean diet and lifestyle) and be input in my articles, columns, and books.
Hello Montreal Unported license.Attribution: Gjm130 at the English language Wikipedia
I seem to be floundering with British Columbia (been there, done that) and Montreal (been there, need re-do). Too bad I'm not fluent in French. I will purchase one of those easy to read phrase books and wing it so I won't starve, get lost, or be left out in the cold. But it was romantic decades ago, cuddled up in a sleeping bag with my bold Lhaso Apso dog to keep me warm; in the woods, eating peanut butter and table scraps for the canine.
Wish I could take my critters withIronically, those are the things I endured in my early twenties. But I was traveling with a beloved dog. I suffered cultural shock. Nobody warned me that Quebec is a French speaking province, nor about the metric system, and chilly attitude in the air if you only speak English. But now I can do it. Almost there to clicking the mouse...starting to practice French, with an introduction from the online easy phrases (from languagehelpers.com/words/french/basi...).
EnglishFrenchPronunciationYes/NoOui/Nonwee/nongYes, please/No, thank youOui, s'il vous plaît/Non, merciwee, seel voo play/nong, mair-seePleaseS'il vous plaîtseel voo playThank youMerci (madame/monsieur)mair-see (mah-dahm/mer-syer)You're welcomeIl n'y a pas de quoieel nyah pah der kwahHere is/areVoici...vwah-seeHello/Good morning/afternoonBonjour, (madame/monsieur)bong-zhoor, (mah-dahm/mer-syer)Hello/Good eveningBonsoir (madame/monsieur)bong-swahr, (mah-dahm/mer-syer)GoodbyeAu revoiroh rer-vwahrGood nightBonne nuitbonn nweeHow are you?Comment allez-vous?kommahng tahlay vooVery well, thanksTrès bien, mercitray byang mair-seeExcuse meExcusez-moiex-kewzay mwahDo you speak English?Est-ce que vous parlez anglais?essker voo pahrlay ahng-glayCan you help me?Est-ce que vous pouvez m'aider?essker voo poovay may-dayI don't understand.Je ne comprends pas.zher ner kong-prahng pahI don't know.Je ne sais pas.zher ner say pahCould you please write it downEst-ce que vous pouvez l'écrire?essker voo poovay lay-kreerSorryDésolé(e)day-zo-layLeave me alone!Laissez-moi tranquille.lay-say mwah trahng-keelWhere?Où?ooWhen?Quand?kahngHow?Comment?kommahngWhy?Pourquoi?poor-kwahWho?Qui?keeWhich?Lequel?/Laquelle?ler-kell/lah-kellWhere is...?Où est...?oo ayHow much?Combien?kong-byangHow many?Combien?kong-byangWhat's that?Qu'est-ce que c'est?kessker sayI'd like...Je voudrais...zher voodrayI want...Je veux...zher verI like it.Ça me plaît.sahm playI don't like it.Ça ne me plaît pas.sah ner mer play pahOK/Agreed.Ça va/d'accord.sah vah/dah-korrThat's fine.C'est bien.say byang
July 5, 2014
The Tourists Are Coming! The Tourists Are Coming!
By Cal Orey.jpg)
It is July Fourth, a day of good food, festivities, and fireworks at Lake Tahoe. It's not that I don't like this holiday, but as an author-intuitive living at Lake Tahoe, it can be a challenge with seasonal tourists. (Enter party-goers, two and four-leggers, who invade stores, streets, beaches, pools, parks, and the neighborhoods) Simply put, I'd rather lose control and undergo a root canal or get my roots done. But hey, we're almost half way through this day, this year. There are ways to dodge the chaos, and after 15 years here, I've got it down to a fine art.
* We do not have AC at Tahoe since the hot days only last two months out of the year. But we do have ceiling fans (above me), and another fan blowing air on my Aussie. It's cool. We are cool.
Knee swollen, from lifting heavy objects?* Today, the weathered deck is freshly painted. The upside: It looks pristine as it dries. The downside: Early this a.m., instead of my swim (blame no pool on the tourists) I used my coffee physical energy on lifting heavy objects off the deck. End result: I strained my knee. R.I.C.E. Ah, the pain...
Monday morning, knee water therapy* Perhaps, the weight lifting injury was a message from the writer gods for me to sit down, ice my leg, and begin the queries (minor edits) for The Healing Powers of Olive Oil.* As the hours pass, I will slowly but surely turn up the sounds: TV or music, shut most windows...It's called desensitizing my companion animals to the loud booms that will happen late tonight...
Zen slept through the blasts* ...Simon and Zen get it. They were raised to deal. But sensitive Skye? It's his second 4th...He does not like the sound of the vacuum, hair dryer or water pik. I doubt he will enjoy the blast(s) tonight. * 10 PM, the film Non-Stop is turned up high...a nail biting movie that is more intense than the booms I hear outdoors. Not the best pick for those, like me, who are planning a flight-trip and prone to turbulence anxiety. But laid back Zen keeps me balanced.
* 11 PM...All is quiet. We survived the sounds of fireworks; sirens follow. I'd rather go to the dentist. Good boys. But uh, um, it's not over until Labor Day Weekend. No worries. We will just repeat rx tonight as needed.
