Good morning dear reader(s), I am beginning my day with a little harmless investigation as to whether YouTube has a psychiatrist on staff—being one with a fairly good memory of the proper lyrics to songs I know and love, I may have come across some tracks that seem to be altered ever so slightly? I know the videos are now downright strange, replete with men dressed as women, actors standing in for the actual performers, it’s a real mess, if you ask me, and hopefully someone there at Google is trying to right this ship! Ah yes, everyone has their agendas these days, including of course myself. I’ll be working on an art piece commenting on the goings on at Google, Apple and Amazon, maybe throw in some commentary on Monsieur Bill Gates, who is busy buying up farmland as we speak. Has he come Back to Ohio? Gracious, I hope not. I’m happy with the current prices of my beef, chicken and pork, thank you very much.
So tonight Michael and I head to the Arena to see the icecapades of our beloved Columbus Blue Jackets against the mighty New York Rangers. I’ve got a good feeling about the game, I think it will be a very good match—we’ve got players back on the roster, and the boys are really playing with gusto (just need to play hard all three periods!). It’s Martin Luther King Day, so maybe special things are being planned for the night? I know there is a MLK March going on this afternoon, which I would really like to photograph but alas, we will be getting ready for the game. I’m remembering I did a drawing of MLK back in 2017, but I’m fairly certain I threw it out in the trash—must have been because I knew it was important and needed to “get it to the City of Columbus.” That’s how my psychosis plays out, anyways. What goes in the trash or away to someone, I consider the most important of all.
I saw that today Vets Memorial is offering a $1 admission to the museum and I’m really tempted to head over there. Last time I was at Vets it was in 1979 or maybe 1980, I went with Stephanie Skestos to see the AC/DC Back in Black tour and man, was that an incredible concert. I noticed Vets has a gift shop and I reallllly want to go there and purchase something! Oh joy! Michael said it was OK for me to go there today. So off I will go on another adventure, we shall see what awaits me this afternoon…
Yesterday I decided to contact the Food Editor at the New York Times to thank them for all the wonderful recipes that I have enjoyed preparing over the years. I also queried if perhaps someone could send me a list of the early cookbooks that inspired each of the staff to start cooking themselves—I’m most curious to see what books were most influential on them. Me, it was “Joy of Cooking” (of course) plus lesser-known Helen Corbett, and Barbara Longfellow of “Make It Now, Bake It Later” fame. I’d also throw in the “Cooking With Campbell’s” book I found at Ohio Thrift (I think the one near the old Cooper’s Stadium on the West side).
Temps are still on the cool side here in Columbus, so I’ll be bundling up soon to take Legs and Lily on their morning walk. Dear, sweet Legs, he is definitely slowing down, and I worry so about how we are going to handle losing him…but I know I’m strong, so is Michael and so is Lily. This is just Season’s Circle, moving round and round. Legs is still here, so we will enjoy every day we have left with him. Precious angel. Awroo I love you.
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