Not so sure that’s such a good idea…
Tell ya’ what, how about I don’t inflict the story on anyone that doesn’t care to hear it.
So here goes…
There was no such thing as “grief counselling” when I was 10. That would have been way back in grade school (specifically in what y’all would call Grade-5). One of the boys in my class that year was a fellow named Willie. I knew him as well as any school kid knows another; he sat four feet away, we talked on and off, had no major problems with each other, so on and so on.
About three quarters of the way through the school year Willie was absent from class one particular Monday and the chatter amongst the kids was that he’d drowned over the weekend. I don’t remember whether this was confirmed by the teacher of someone else in the administration, but once confirmed, you can imagine that it put a bit a pall over the rest of the class. After that though it was just a matter of, OK – books out, let’s get to work. But it was very quiet in class that day.
In the afternoon we had supervised recess. Recess took place daily, but a few days a week, it was organized and lead by a coach who worked at several schools and with many different classes. Again – as you might imagine – none of us kids were in much of an interactive mood; lots of moping, halfhearted attempts at whatever the game was that day, generally kind’a going through the motions. Well Coach had had enough of that nonsense. He called everyone into the center of the black-top for a “come to Jesus meeting”. With all the subtlety of a Marine Corp D.I. he laid into us about how life goes on. Things happen but we just needed to mover past it, and get to doing so dang quickly. We were all still here and there was no time for moaning and groaning and generally being week; time to start growing up and get back to work. Basically: Get over it, now!
This had pretty much the effect that he was looking for. We all now knew that it was our fault we were unhappy and none of the grownups had time for that crap. Not to mention it seemed to us that we were basically failing as humans by letting it bother us. As I remember it, the game that day got considerably more intense after that. You might even say that we verged on being right aggressive from there on. Nothing else was said by any child or adult about Willie on that day. For that matter nothing even remotely related to the subject ever came up anywhere in school ever again. It was just an end to it.
I can’t speak for everyone else in the class, but I’ll tell you that it affected me in how I approach end of life issues. That was the first time I’d dealt with it, and ever since I’ve come at the subject from a very distant (and if I’m honest, probably rather cold) frame of mind. You don’t react to any great degree, and you certainly don’t let others know what you think. You just lock it away along with every other hurt and sorrow until you can’t hold on to any more.
Then you just hope that you don’t get to the point where you can’t hold on to any more.
‘Cause the results of that are usually bad.
One of his more famous short stories.
Gives you hope and then steals it right back (and with no warning)
I think he pioneered the use of broken time lines in that one (if I remember my Lit-Classes correctly)
Stickin’ to her guns, I see.
I didn’t really want to cause such drama, I just advocate for the things that I’ve learned are better than common stereotype makes them out to be.
We actually had them for dinner the other night ourselves.
That’s sautéed peppers, onions and smoked sausage doing the garnishing, there.
Oh, and a goodly amount of shaved Parmigiano Reggiano.
(and plenty of black pepper, of course)
Not my first choice in dominate flavors either, but then again…
I ain’t a fan of having inordinate amounts of sage in a good sausage blend either.
A sum total of zero tsp. per pound seems about right.
We’ll have to chalk it up to regional variation, I s’pose.
Honestly, I have no idea if the upside down really made a difference. It's the first turkey DW and I ever cooked. We may have just lucked into it but it was incredibly juicy. Not even too dry in sandwiches today for supper.
Oh...see there's my US geography again. I kind of know the edges of the map but all those states in the middle get a bit fuzzy.
Anyway I'm not entirely sure, so I googled Arizona tourist traps and the OK Corral jumped out at me so I'll guess that for #5.
There’s a numbe of thing I was intending to post back on, but I better go on ahead and get the reply’s for the current update out there first (assuming I’m not already too late).
Could’a been because they suspected you of being a foreigner (also pronounced: “fur’a’ner”)
But I ‘spect it was probably just ‘cause it was you.
Remember… we’ve already confirmed you’re on the watch list for fraternizing with known national security risks.
Not so sure ‘bout that one…
Like many things, it’s probably better if you taste it before your’ told what it is.
(At least, that’s how I got my young’en to like calamari)
Humm…
These are a bit more random.
(don’t think I’ll be doing quite as well with this round)
1. chicken salad sandwich? (well that’s the one I’d have)
2. horseback riding,
3. 4
4. fridge magnet?
5. Ghost Town
6. 10-20 minutes,
7. chip and T-shirt?
8. Mexican
9. Pac Man
10. Fill it up with petrol
There was no such thing as “grief counselling” when I was 10. That would have been way back in grade school (specifically in what y’all would call Grade-5). One of the boys in my class that year was a fellow named Willie. I knew him as well as any school kid knows another; he sat four feet away, we talked on and off, had no major problems with each other, so on and so on.
About three quarters of the way through the school year Willie was absent from class one particular Monday and the chatter amongst the kids was that he’d drowned over the weekend. I don’t remember whether this was confirmed by the teacher of someone else in the administration, but once confirmed, you can imagine that it put a bit a pall over the rest of the class. After that though it was just a matter of, OK – books out, let’s get to work. But it was very quiet in class that day.
In the afternoon we had supervised recess. Recess took place daily, but a few days a week, it was organized and lead by a coach who worked at several schools and with many different classes. Again – as you might imagine – none of us kids were in much of an interactive mood; lots of moping, halfhearted attempts at whatever the game was that day, generally kind’a going through the motions. Well Coach had had enough of that nonsense. He called everyone into the center of the black-top for a “come to Jesus meeting”. With all the subtlety of a Marine Corp D.I. he laid into us about how life goes on. Things happen but we just needed to mover past it, and get to doing so dang quickly. We were all still here and there was no time for moaning and groaning and generally being week; time to start growing up and get back to work. Basically: Get over it, now!
This had pretty much the effect that he was looking for. We all now knew that it was our fault we were unhappy and none of the grownups had time for that crap. Not to mention it seemed to us that we were basically failing as humans by letting it bother us. As I remember it, the game that day got considerably more intense after that. You might even say that we verged on being right aggressive from there on. Nothing else was said by any child or adult about Willie on that day. For that matter nothing even remotely related to the subject ever came up anywhere in school ever again. It was just an end to it.
I can’t speak for everyone else in the class, but I’ll tell you that it affected me in how I approach end of life issues. That was the first time I’d dealt with it, and ever since I’ve come at the subject from a very distant (and if I’m honest, probably rather cold) frame of mind. You don’t react to any great degree, and you certainly don’t let others know what you think. You just lock it away along with every other hurt and sorrow until you can’t hold on to any more.
Then you just hope that you don’t get to the point where you can’t hold on to any more.
‘Cause the results of that are usually bad.
Thanks for sharing. I'm also somewhat cold in those types of situation as well -- but not because I had anyone close to me die. Rather, my best friend from 1st and 2nd grade moved right before 3rd grade. I cried a lot for a few weeks b/c it completely changed my life. But then I made new friends. However, then my best friend from 3rd and 4th grade moved right before 5th grade. Both of those friends moved out of state, so I essentially never saw or heard from them again. Obviously, not the same as a death -- but for a kid, I essentially lost best friends back to back. After that -- anytime anyone moved (or even if they died), I didn't get all that emotional about it.
I was a Supply Tech - Supply Chain Management, Logistics stuff. Them: "Of course I need it today. If I needed it tomorrow, I'd ask for it tomorrow" Us: "Lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on our part."
Welllllllll, I'm glad that they have a fan like Kay to give them love. I'll stick with kittens. And possibly the rescue Sheltie that I have applied to adopt.
Egg salad
Rafting - because it would be nice in the heat
6
fridge magnet
Mystery Castle
60-90 minutes
Chip and T-shirt
Mexican
Pac-Man
You forgot to get into the "Ponzi" preferred customer line up to return the keys
Also, happy belated Thanksgiving. I worked all weekend so DD24 decided to cook her first turkey. Boy, is she ever in trouble now - home made buns, home made cranberry sauce, "Potatoes Extraordinaire" (mashed potatoes with butter, heavy cream, and cream cheese), turkey, stuffing, the best gravy I've ever had, corn, asparagus, roasted butternut squash and brussels sprouts, pickled beets, pickles, garlic stuffed olives, and for desert - home made pumpkin pie and chocolate pudding pie. Seriously, I haven't been able to eat more than one meal per day since.
Holy crap! Impressive!
Those spuds sound good!
Ask her how she made the gravy. Please?
I'll take one (or more)
of everything.
Except.
You can have my Brussels sprouts
and I'll pass on the olives.
No power failure
(thank goodness!)
I did as much prep
as I could before work
on Sunday.
(Worked 3pm-11pm)
Then Monday,
I raced home after work
(7am-3pm... but a co-worker
was nice enough to come in
at 2pm for me. )
and quickly finished
the stuffing, stuffed the bird
and threw it in the oven.
Spent the next three hours
or so getting everything else done.
Dinner was nice.
My family, my parents
(Ruby's are both gone now)
and one friend each for
the girls.
It was wild! Conveniently enough (coincidence? act of God? Not sure...) my mom, on a whim, had decided to cook the turkey the day before and just warm it up for dinner the next day, since we were planning for an easy-going dinner anyway. Thank goodness! I was also planning to cook mine Sunday, and on a whim decided to wait till Monday. We both dodged bullets there! Strangely enough, the previous year I cooked a big dinner for my parents and a few friends, and we had a TERRIBLE storm here leftover from a hurricane, and I was terrified the power would go out in the middle of cooking, and it never did. I actually woke up on the Sunday thinking about that and, looking outside at the beautiful blue skies, thought to myself, "Well, at least we won't have to worry about that today!" Hah. Right.
Dessert had been finished just before the power went off. The potatoes had only been in a half hour, so they got wrapped in tin foil and put on the barbecue. My step sister is vegan, so her "tofurkey" went on the BBQ as well. Dressing was assembled, just not cooked, so it went in a frying pan on the BBQ burner, and the gravy went on there when that was done. Etc. It actually came together soo well! And the ice cream hadn't even melted in the freezer by the time dessert started! Of course, 20 minutes after we finished eating...the power came back on.
Whenever I remember? Haha I'm the worst turkey preparer known to man. I usually get a Butterball, splash it occasionally (every 30 minutes? Maybe?), and when the legs start to fall off I know it's cooked!
My favourite hack though, since I don't usually stuff it (partially due to gluten issues) is to fill the cavity with roughly chopped apples and lemons, and toss the rest of my aromatics in the bottom of the roaster. Probably a 2:1 apple:lemon ratio? It hasn't failed me yet for a flavourful and moist turkey, and it really makes for an interesting and delicious gravy. ...Nom nom nom...I think it's about time I go get me some leftovers for supper...
No power failure
(thank goodness!)
I did as much prep
as I could before work
on Sunday.
(Worked 3pm-11pm)
Then Monday,
I raced home after work
(7am-3pm... but a co-worker
was nice enough to come in
at 2pm for me. )
and quickly finished
the stuffing, stuffed the bird
and threw it in the oven.
Spent the next three hours
or so getting everything else done.
Dinner was nice.
My family, my parents
(Ruby's are both gone now)
and one friend each for
the girls.
Dude.
That's pretty traumatic.
And.... yeah.
That's kinda the way they
did things back then, isn't it?
I never had the misfortune
of having a similar event.
But....
For no particular reason,
I'll just mention something.
A person I know was feeling
a little low for reasons
that I'll not discuss.
I told that person
that crying never bothered me
and it certainly wouldn't scare
me away.
Feel free to PM.
Or not.
Choice is yours,
but the door is
always open.
One of his more famous short stories.
Gives you hope and then steals it right back (and with no warning)
I think he pioneered the use of broken time lines in that one (if I remember my Lit-Classes correctly)
Thanks for sharing. I'm also somewhat cold in those types of situation as well -- but not because I had anyone close to me die. Rather, my best friend from 1st and 2nd grade moved right before 3rd grade. I cried a lot for a few weeks b/c it completely changed my life. But then I made new friends. However, then my best friend from 3rd and 4th grade moved right before 5th grade. Both of those friends moved out of state, so I essentially never saw or heard from them again. Obviously, not the same as a death -- but for a kid, I essentially lost best friends back to back. After that -- anytime anyone moved (or even if they died), I didn't get all that emotional about it.
It was wild! Conveniently enough (coincidence? act of God? Not sure...) my mom, on a whim, had decided to cook the turkey the day before and just warm it up for dinner the next day, since we were planning for an easy-going dinner anyway. Thank goodness! I was also planning to cook mine Sunday, and on a whim decided to wait till Monday.
Strangely enough, the previous year I cooked a big dinner for my parents and a few friends, and we had a TERRIBLE storm here leftover from a hurricane, and I was terrified the power would go out in the middle of cooking, and it never did. I actually woke up on the Sunday thinking about that and, looking outside at the beautiful blue skies, thought to myself, "Well, at least we won't have to worry about that today!" Hah. Right.
Dessert had been finished just before the power went off. The potatoes had only been in a half hour, so they got wrapped in tin foil and put on the barbecue. My step sister is vegan, so her "tofurkey" went on the BBQ as well. Dressing was assembled, just not cooked, so it went in a frying pan on the BBQ burner, and the gravy went on there when that was done. Etc. It actually came together soo well!
I'm the worst turkey preparer known to man. I usually get a Butterball, splash it occasionally (every 30 minutes? Maybe?), and when the legs start to fall off I know it's cooked!
My favourite hack though, since I don't usually stuff it (partially due to gluten issues) is to fill the cavity with roughly chopped apples and lemons, and toss the rest of my aromatics in the bottom of the roaster. Probably a 2:1 apple:lemon ratio? It hasn't failed me yet for a flavourful and moist turkey, and it really makes for an interesting and delicious gravy. ...Nom nom nom...I think it's about time I go get me some leftovers for supper...
Yup that is the only problem with having a beer can turkey - no stuffing. We had to use Stuff & Such and it isn't as good as my in bird stuffing.
Here is a photo of our turkey on the BBQ.
The only things that get me to tear up are those sport previews that ESPN will do with make a wish kids.
That and watching my kids' faces at WDW. Which is why I'm a DVC member and on these boards constantly. First trip with my family last year I teared up while watching Wishes and holding my DD on my shoulders. It was perfect. Disney knows how to pull the heart strings. Definitely the most expensive tears I've ever had.
(And no flaming for having a kid on my shoulders...I was standing next to a pole with no one behind me)
That and watching my kids' faces at WDW. Which is why I'm a DVC member and on these boards constantly. First trip with my family last year I teared up while watching Wishes and holding my DD on my shoulders. It was perfect. Disney knows how to pull the heart strings. Definitely the most expensive tears I've ever had.
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