Monthly Archives: August 2012

At The Hop!

A stack of the iPods I now own... included are...

A stack of the iPods I now own… included are the 1Gb iPod shuffle (2nd Gen), iPod nano Product(RED) 4Gb (2nd Gen), iPod mini 4Gb, iPod 20Gb (4th Gen), and iPod video 80Gb (5.5 Gen). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

One of my favorite toys is my iPod.  I purchased this wonder of wonders more than five or six years ago.  After downloading thousands of songs on this little music maker I’ve carted it along with me from vacation to vacation.  No matter where I am I can sing a happy tune.  No matter how great the place you are is sometimes you just need a little taste of home.

The first thing I do each day, after drawing up the kitchen shades, is plug-in the iPod.  With a swirl of the outer ring  I can float through the 50s, 60s, 70s right up to current day Adele who heralded in two thousand and twelve.  I think she is great with her pounding beat. The music I choose reflects the mood of the day.

When cooking a big Sunday dinner Lou Monte, Jerry Vale and Louie Primo might be my companions. Italian oldies ring through the house. The sauce is stirred with thoughts of Mom and Grandma in my head.  Always, the nostalgia brings a smile to my face.  Grandma’s voice is still so clear.  ‘You use this much salt,’ she would say while circling the center of her palm with her index finger.  Not quite an exact measurement, but good enough.

This morning I swirled to my billboard playlist.  This includes songs of the late 50s and early 60s.  Really old Rock N Roll.  While I danced around the kitchen I was put into a Potato and Egg mood.  The kind of hero that was sold on the corner of 115th Street and Pleasant Avenue, when I was a kid growing up in Manhattan.  Rock blared from the inside of a small sandwich shop while the teenage boys, who attended Benjamin Franklin High School, crowded in for lunch.  Of course I made Potatoes and Eggs for lunch today  Yummm!  Unlike the teenagers of those times, I am sure the hero went straight to my hips, but today it was worth it.

Another single that I danced to this morning was At the Hop by Danny and the Juniors.  Only people of a certain generation will remember that one.   My girlfriend, Susan, was my usual dance partner.  We would Lindy the day away in Mike’s Candy Store.  But, At the Hop, was a song that I only danced with another friend, Annunziata.  She was a recent arrival from Italy who was about my age.  Annunziata and I did a step to the first strains of the song.  It was a kind of slide across the floor, clicking heel toe with one foot and dragging the other in time to the music.  This was perhaps fifty years ago.

Today, much to Jim’s amazement, I did this very step across the kitchen floor, with spatula in hand when At the Hop rang from the iPod.   Remember I was cooking potatoes and eggs at the time.  Annunziata, that one was for you.

Leave a comment

Posted by on August 29, 2012 in Uncategorized


Tags: , , , , ,

Back for a Moment

The Guilt of Janet Ames

The Guilt of Janet Ames (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Paddle used in the old days to remove...

English: Paddle used in the old days to remove stains in the laundry, by beating the wet clothes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ve had this nagging ache for the past few days.  The ache turned to anxiety.  What could be the cause of my distress?  The distress had an overlay of guilt that deepened every time I walked by this idle computer.  Yes, it was lack of attention to my blog.  How could I let it go unattended for so long?

For almost two years I’ve shared my musings and opinions with an unseen audience of friends.  Every few days I have been click clacking on these worn keys with a vengeance.  In turn my readers have commented and encouraged me to continue.  Then suddenly I abandoned them.

Sure I have some really good reasons.  I’ve been on vacation for eight days.  Before that I needed to prepare for the vacation.  Upon my return I needed to do catch up on the house cleaning and clothes washing.  My husband and son-in-law removed the broken dishwasher (yes it was not salvageable) and installed the new one.  For anyone who has replaced an appliance you know what an uproar the house is in for a couple of days. I needed to address that.  Outside some plants had dried up, had to be re-potted and dead headed because of the lack of attention during the heat.  Just some of the activity that kept me away from my comp.  These and other life events took an incredible amount of time.

Still reasons are not excuses and my nagging guilt became all-consuming tonight.  Here I sit too tired to relate any of my current adventures, but taking a moment to say to those who read and enjoy my blog, I’m back.  Within the next few days I’ll let you know what I’ve been thinking about lately.

To all my family, friends and followers, glad we had this moment.


Posted by on August 19, 2012 in Uncategorized


Tags: , , , , , , , , , ,

My World Askew

dishwasher woes

dishwasher woes (Photo credit: tidefan)

It’s a beautiful eighty degree day in New York.  Outside my window there is a gentle breeze, the humidity is reasonable, and the birds and bees are going about their business with typical bird and bee focus.  Idyllic scene for one to behold, flowers, trees, birds and bees.  So why is my world askew, you might ask?  My dishwasher is broken.

Here I sit waiting for the repair man who promises to be here in about thirty minutes.  I am sure he’ll be ringing the front door bell within an hour of the time I should expect him.  Having a broken dishwasher is not such a catastrophe.  The world won’t tilt on its axis.  No need to alert Strategic Air Command.  The stars will remain in the heavens.  All that being said, I am in a state of high alert.

It’s not just the dishwasher that has me in panic mode.  It’s anytime that anything in my world, person, creature, appliances, utilities, misbehave.  I have a sense that I am being let down.  I go into full dysfunction until it is repaired and living up to our agreement.  I am a complete control freak and when a dish is out-of-place, the laundry basket overfilled, or there is one item on my counter that I don’t want there, I am in a tizzy.

Truly, I am not concerned that I might need to wash a dish, but rather that there is something in my world that is taking up room in my kitchen and it doesn’t work.  It’s not supposed to let me down like that.  An old Cary Grant, Rosalind Russell movie, Front Page, used a term, Production for Use.  It is my mantra.  I had determined I would not have the dishwasher fixed until end of summer.  I don’t expect to have any large dinner parties, so it wouldn’t cause undo hardship.  Except – except – it was two days and it drove me to drink.  The Jose Curevo now sits on the wine cart rather than put away in a liquor cabinet.

Am I neurotic?  I never thought of myself as such, however, the signs are there.  I could care less about other people’s homes or if they are tidy or not.  I love friends and family for who they are and not how they choose to live.  Most times I don’t even notice what condition their house is in.  This is just about me.  What if I should die in the middle of the night, family and friends gather at my home, and my dishwasher is broken.  Oh no, no, I would have to haunt them to set things straight.  I would walk the rooms of this house forever adjusting pictures and dusting knick knacks.

So here I sit, indoors, on this beautiful God sent day, awaiting my repair man.  Hurrah a car is pulling up.  In about an hour all will be right with my world once again.  I hope.  If not, would you care to join me for a drink?




Posted by on August 2, 2012 in Uncategorized


Tags: , , , , , , ,

Attila Ovari

Loving Life and Inspiring Others

Dear Ms. Sopia,

An advice and discussion page

The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally

Here and now, with all of it.

J T Weaver

And in the end the love you take, is equal to the love you make. -- The Beatles


Fact and fiction from the head and heart.


Howdy! We're the largest independent bookstore in Texas. This is our blog.

The Daily Post

The Art and Craft of Blogging

Treasures of Life

Musing about people, businesses and social media

Scattered Pictures

Random Memories and Stories; Past and Present

Arzooman Editorial Services

Editing, writing, marketing, Websites


Just another site

The Blog

The latest news on and the WordPress community.

%d bloggers like this: