Post-partyum

In a great flurry of cleaning, de-dusting, unpacking, arranging, planning, inviting, shopping, buying, cooking, cleaning, re-arranging and decorating, Steve's 50th birthday party was achieved. All systems were go and a wonderful time was had by all the fantastic friends, superlative relatives and marvelous neighbors who attended. The food was beauteous and delicious, most of it from Fairway and Costco, blessings on them. The Most Excellent Miss Caramelita Linda was an extraordinarily well-behaved poochie and turned out to be quite the party animal despite the 40 or so guests, who themselves were delightful. Camille and JR came in from Florida and made themselves kitchen slaves. Audrey made a huge cheesecake, Tina made a huge Halloween cake, Jeanette brought a huge pie and I got a cake for 48, chocolate with chocolate mousse filling and cream cheese frosting and fudge roses. My Aunt Sarah said we had too much cake but the birthday boy said, his face aglow, it was just enough. God, I love that man.
Listen, there's tons of cake in the freezer. Came on over and have a piece!
Chris and Char couldn't attend the party cause the new baby they adopted came on Friday! She is quite the adorable dumpling. Much joy and love to them.
And Jack and Gina and Anne-Marie and Chriss, who were missed. We are both thinking about you, sending our love and hoping for a quick return to normal cells and good health.
Now it looks like life at chez lui has the potential to make the return to something close to normal, what ever that may be. At least the house is in order once again. Now I have time to consider other possibilities, including more fun for me, and well-deserving Stinky, too. I am after all, "retired" ( which is a euphemism I like to use instead of disabled) and have extra time that I would like to see better spent. Let's see how that goes.
In the meantime, we've got mondo cake, and pictures to come!!!

Broken of heart,: the World Series continues

Game 7, 9th inning, Mets at bat, bases loaded, 2 outs. No hit, no HR, no pennant, no dice, no soap radio. And now I must root for the Cardinals, the very team I despised only days ago. For I am a National League fan, born and bred. A strange phenomenon, that. The Series with Detroit is tied, 1-1. Go Red Birds!
Remember Tom Sellek in Magnum PI? He alway wore a Tigers cap. I used to think he was dreamy but now I hear he may be Charlton Heston's replacement as head of the NRA. Or is that an oxymoron?

Game 7 tonite!

I have happiness. Mets rookie pitcher John Maine totally disregarded the Cy Young award winner Carpenter last night, winning for the Mets 4-2, altho the star of the game has to be the beauteous Jose Reyes. I had heart palpitations all game long. We lost El Duque but Lo Duca came through.Two Dukes in one team! Tonight, tonight, won't be just any night.
Is there anything as stimulating as post-season baseball? When it goes 7 games? Especially with your own beloved team involved? Priceless!!!!
Since I have apparently lost my meager readership anyway,(y'all give up on me? is there no one with baseball in their blood out there?) I will indulge myself:

MEET THE METS
Words and music by Ruth Roberts and Bill Katz, 1962

MEET THE METS,
MEET THE METS,
Step right up and greet the Mets!
Bring your kiddies,
bring your wife;
Guaranteed to have the time of your life
because the Mets are really sockin the ball; knocking those home runs over the wall!
East side, West side,
everybody's coming down
to meet the M-E-T-S Mets of New York town!

Yeah, baby!
Meanwhile, Tigers are burning bright the jungles of Detroit, licking their chops and waiting to pounce on the victors of tonight's game.