Very disappointed in the Oscars. I disliked the movie that walked away with everything. Still watching Poker Face, Perry Mason, Last of Us, and John Oliver. I watched no movies in the theater this week. Read The Murder Book by Thomas Perry and UBIK by Philip K. Dick ( a reread). Up next the Big Bundle by Max Allan Collins. Saw Chuck Prophet at the Ark in Ann Arbor. Good show. We got there early and went into a Starbuck's two doors down from The Ark to wait and Chuck Prophet came in. My friend Jim who has never met a stranger starts talking to him and he ends up sitting with us for about half an hour. Which was cool.
It's school vacation week, and Walt, Mark, Erin, and Jack are off in Virginia visiting his folks. Yesterday, the five of us remaining (Christina, Jessie, Ceili, Amy, amd me) went out to tea to celebrate Kitty's birthday. We were opting for a tea shop in Foley, Alabama, that had advertised 100 different types of tea. Work schedules made us switch the date from Saturday to Sunday, and that tea shop was not open on Sundays. We found another place in Foley; this one advertised Southern cooking (with a 29-foot buffet!), but they did have a separate dedicated room for tea. Not sure what we were getting into, we booked the place for noon.
The other part of celebrating Kitty's birthday was a visit to the Vera Bradley outlet store, which had been one of Kitty's favorite places to shop. The outlet store opened at 10 am, asnd Jessie thought it would be a good idea to hit it before our scheduled tea time ("tea time," get it?). Because we all sprung forward at 2 am that morning, our bodies were telling us that it was really 9 am, and because Foley is an hour and a half from us, that meant leaving really early -- but no sacrifice is too great for Vera Bradley. The ladies bought all sorts of stuff. I didn't. Then it was off to tea.
The restaurant was festooned with all sorts of signs and sayings of a conservative religious bent, but this was the South, after all, and each to their own. I say. We were the only ones in the separate tea room. The hostess poured us each a cup of hot water and there were several dozen tea bags on the table (Twinings, Lipton, and what have you, in various flavors) and we began to realize that a properly brewed tea was not in our immediate future. Then she gave us each a tiny plate with three little triangular sandwiches (no crust, of course, but the bread while not stale, had certainly been roaming around that neighborhood) and a little tiny bowl of blueberries, grapes and sliced strawberries). The sandwiches were 1) the funkiest ham salad I have ever tasted, 2) something that was supposed to be chicken salad but could have been possum for all I knew, and 3) cucumber sandwiches made with one part chopped cucumber to twenty-thirty parts cream cheese. The look on Amy's face when she tried one of the sandwiches was priceless; Amy is one of the few persons I know who can gag discreetly Then the hostess brought out a big platter with more of the sandwiches. I was the only who ate them because I was raised on my mother's cooking, so nothing really tastes bad. Then came the second course -- little tiny dry quiche puffs, small quarter-sized lucheon meat sandwiches (balogna or salami, or maybe ham, who could tell?), and baking soda biscuits with out choice of lemon curd, blueberry compote, and some white stuff that turned out to be whipped cream and not clotted cream. The piece de resistance was the dessert -- tiny little pastries, each vying for the title of dryest food on the planet. And we each got a plate with a lerge meringue shell filled with whipped cream. And if we wanted more tea>? Well, the hostess had the kettle waiting on a side table and would gladly pour what was now luke-warm water into our cups.
The experience was so bad that it was great fun. We laughed a lot and were absolutely sure that Kitty would have laughed the loudest at the experience. And I really have to admire my family: while we did not praise the hostess effusively, we certainly did so diplomatically.
After that, we went to a nearby used book store where I happened to have some credit and Ceili and Amy came away with a gazillion books and I ended up with an early Gordon R. Dickson SF paperback and a Joe Konrath thriller.
Not being truly filled with our tea, we then went out and stuffed ourselves some super-yummy tacos. After which Jessie and Christina spent some time and money in Old Navy, and we headed home.
It was a good day.
I hope you are enjoying Florida, Patti. You've had some pretty good company. Stay safe.
Patti, I hope your trip is going well and it sounds like you had a good time with Jeff last night.
We did not watch the Oscars last night, but I was glad to hear that Everything Everywhere All at Once won so many awards. It is the only film up for awards that we had seen, so I can make no comparisons but I did enjoy Everything Everywhere All at Once.
Patricia Abbott is the author of more than 125 stories that have appeared online, in print journals and in various anthologies. She is the author of two print novels CONCRETE ANGEL (2015) and SHOT IN DETROIT (2016)(Polis Books). CONCRETE ANGEL was nominated for an Anthony and Macavity Award in 2016. SHOT IN DETROIT was nominated for an Edgar Award and an Anthony Award in 2017. A collection of her stories I BRING SORROW AND OTHER STORIES OF TRANSGRESSION will appear in 2018.
She also authored two ebooks, MONKEY JUSTICE and HOME INVASION and co-edited DISCOUNT NOIR. She won a Derringer award for her story "My Hero." She lives outside Detroit.
Patricia (Patti) Abbott
SHOT IN DETROIT
Edgar Nominee 2017, Anthony nominee 2017
CONCRETE ANGEL
Polis Books, 2015-nominated for the Anthony and Macavity Awards
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Very disappointed in the Oscars. I disliked the movie that walked away with everything.
Still watching Poker Face, Perry Mason, Last of Us, and John Oliver. I watched no movies in the theater this week.
Read The Murder Book by Thomas Perry and UBIK by Philip K. Dick ( a reread). Up next the Big Bundle by Max Allan Collins.
Saw Chuck Prophet at the Ark in Ann Arbor. Good show. We got there early and went into a Starbuck's two doors down from The Ark to wait and Chuck Prophet came in. My friend Jim who has never met a stranger starts talking to him and he ends up sitting with us for about half an hour. Which was cool.
It's school vacation week, and Walt, Mark, Erin, and Jack are off in Virginia visiting his folks. Yesterday, the five of us remaining (Christina, Jessie, Ceili, Amy, amd me) went out to tea to celebrate Kitty's birthday. We were opting for a tea shop in Foley, Alabama, that had advertised 100 different types of tea. Work schedules made us switch the date from Saturday to Sunday, and that tea shop was not open on Sundays. We found another place in Foley; this one advertised Southern cooking (with a 29-foot buffet!), but they did have a separate dedicated room for tea. Not sure what we were getting into, we booked the place for noon.
The other part of celebrating Kitty's birthday was a visit to the Vera Bradley outlet store, which had been one of Kitty's favorite places to shop. The outlet store opened at 10 am, asnd Jessie thought it would be a good idea to hit it before our scheduled tea time ("tea time," get it?). Because we all sprung forward at 2 am that morning, our bodies were telling us that it was really 9 am, and because Foley is an hour and a half from us, that meant leaving really early -- but no sacrifice is too great for Vera Bradley. The ladies bought all sorts of stuff. I didn't. Then it was off to tea.
The restaurant was festooned with all sorts of signs and sayings of a conservative religious bent, but this was the South, after all, and each to their own. I say. We were the only ones in the separate tea room. The hostess poured us each a cup of hot water and there were several dozen tea bags on the table (Twinings, Lipton, and what have you, in various flavors) and we began to realize that a properly brewed tea was not in our immediate future. Then she gave us each a tiny plate with three little triangular sandwiches (no crust, of course, but the bread while not stale, had certainly been roaming around that neighborhood) and a little tiny bowl of blueberries, grapes and sliced strawberries). The sandwiches were 1) the funkiest ham salad I have ever tasted, 2) something that was supposed to be chicken salad but could have been possum for all I knew, and 3) cucumber sandwiches made with one part chopped cucumber to twenty-thirty parts cream cheese. The look on Amy's face when she tried one of the sandwiches was priceless; Amy is one of the few persons I know who can gag discreetly Then the hostess brought out a big platter with more of the sandwiches. I was the only who ate them because I was raised on my mother's cooking, so nothing really tastes bad. Then came the second course -- little tiny dry quiche puffs, small quarter-sized lucheon meat sandwiches (balogna or salami, or maybe ham, who could tell?), and baking soda biscuits with out choice of lemon curd, blueberry compote, and some white stuff that turned out to be whipped cream and not clotted cream. The piece de resistance was the dessert -- tiny little pastries, each vying for the title of dryest food on the planet. And we each got a plate with a lerge meringue shell filled with whipped cream. And if we wanted more tea>? Well, the hostess had the kettle waiting on a side table and would gladly pour what was now luke-warm water into our cups.
The experience was so bad that it was great fun. We laughed a lot and were absolutely sure that Kitty would have laughed the loudest at the experience. And I really have to admire my family: while we did not praise the hostess effusively, we certainly did so diplomatically.
After that, we went to a nearby used book store where I happened to have some credit and Ceili and Amy came away with a gazillion books and I ended up with an early Gordon R. Dickson SF paperback and a Joe Konrath thriller.
Not being truly filled with our tea, we then went out and stuffed ourselves some super-yummy tacos. After which Jessie and Christina spent some time and money in Old Navy, and we headed home.
It was a good day.
I hope you are enjoying Florida, Patti. You've had some pretty good company. Stay safe.
Hope you're doing well, Patti!
That tea sounds incredible, Jerry, but not in a good way. We (and Patti) had some much better seafood on the water on Ft. Myers last night.
Patti, I hope your trip is going well and it sounds like you had a good time with Jeff last night.
We did not watch the Oscars last night, but I was glad to hear that Everything Everywhere All at Once won so many awards. It is the only film up for awards that we had seen, so I can make no comparisons but I did enjoy Everything Everywhere All at Once.
Jerry's tea story is a good one.
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