A few odds and ends…except they’re all important and aren’t really odds and ends at all.
1. Daddy’s service is scheduled for Friday, April 11, 2014 at 11:00 AM at Church of the Incarnation on McKinney Ave in Dallas. Light lunch to follow in the Great Hall. We’d love to see you there if you felt up to coming.
1 (b). And I feel COMPLETELY WEIRD about this, because it’s like saying “no gifts” on an invitation…awfully presumptuous. But we’re in Lent, and flowers are not allowed in the Church except for the one arrangement we’re doing. So please no flowers. We’d love it if you wanted to contribute to the Living Gift, because we were so, SO fortunate in that we had excellent health insurance and never had to make the horrifying choice between, say, eating and anti-rejection meds. Not everybody is that fortunate. Or, if you love flowers and want to share your love of flowers, please send them to someone who can enjoy them! Better yet, take them yourself! Visit with the recipient. Or, if you want to not do any of that and just go out for a nice meal with your family instead, that’s also excellent. Family dinner is critical. Daddy would strongly support that.
2. To the Sweet Neighbor Who Fixed Our Garage Door? THANK YOU!!!! We wish you had told us who you were! We owe you vino.
3. J, R, S, and Tantes? Thank you so much for your sweet remembrance in Daddy’s name. We love y’all a whole lot.
3 (b). Thank you for the care package, too. We loved it. Went WELL with pinot.
4. Cody, in furtherance of his plot to completely embarrass me and Labradors in general, discovered catnip this evening. And he LOVES IT. A lot. CATNIP. Embarrassing.
5. The Biscuits? Not bad at all. I remembered how to make them from “feel” rather than memory. They weren’t QUITE as tender as I wanted, or as fluffy, but I think that’s because I cut the shortening into the flour a bit too much, and didn’t use enough buttermilk. Also I made enough to feed a small army or perhaps a Boy Scout Jamboree. Next time I’ll use less flour to start with.
5 (b). So basically, I didn’t do anything right on the biscuits, but nobody died or wound up in the ER, so sometimes you just gotta count that as a win.
6. The Wine Room. Still not fixed. Apparently Air Conditioning Repair is a giant skills gap area, and one company referred me to another, who referred me to a subsidiary of theirs, who didn’t want the business (like, really, I offered, “I understand if you’re busy this week, I’m willing to wait until next week if you want the business and want to book me for the next available appointment.”, and they said, “No.” And didn’t refer me to anybody else, either. I remain baffled.) and finally, there was a company who DID want the business, but the soonest they can get out is Monday.
In the meantime, the house is a balmy 58/60 degrees, with the air conditioning cranked up high. The door to the room is propped open, and we’re prepared to start bringing in ice by the metric ton to keep it cool and humid if the temp in there inches much higher. We have some old and crabby wine that insists on being treated gently.
7. Parents? Consider encouraging your children in their pursuit of the HVAC Repair Arts. We’re getting desperate, and with each degree? Our tolerance for budget-blowing repair work grows exponentially.
And with that…