Back at the birdbath

My crow has returned.

He's the huge black bird who would eat his breakfast on the edge of my birdbath every morning, dipping his food in the water and sometimes leaving greasy bones behind in the bowl. (See Breakfast on the birdbath post.)

He was out there this morning, pecking hard with his beak against the frozen water to no avail. He jumped up and down and few times on the hard unyielding surface, cawed loudly and then flew off.

Alter-egos

I am a lore-master elf, traveling with my son and husband throughout Middle Earth on a variety of quests. Right now I've set off to collect some yeast.

I also am a hobbit who hasn't made it past her minstrel training yet.

Interestingly, there's quite a bit of myself in these LOTRO characters.

My avocation, as well as profession for 25 years, has been that of writer and editor. And I've always dreamt of being an accomplished musician, though my skills in that area are rusty and my talent limited.

Life's hard lessons

My son and I went to buy Valentines for his classmates yesterday. He spent about 20 minutes, narrowing his choices to two Star Wars varieties -- shiny image-changing ones or paper cards with strawberry lollipops. He chose the latter.

He couldn't wait to get home and address them to his classmates. But when he opened the box, we quickly realized we had been duped!

The box clearly showed four different Valentine cards: Yoda, Darth Vader, Darth Maul and R2D2/C3PO. A picture of an individual lollipop showed its "actual" size. But inside we found no cards, only cellophane bags with Darth Vader on the front and the lollipop inside.

My son was highly disappointed. "Where are the cards?" "Where's Yoda?" and "Why would they do that?" He asked the last question several times. "It's called deceptive advertising," I responded, acknowledging his and my outrage.

With some gentle questions, I tried to assess whether his disappointment in the product would overcome his joy at giving Valentines to his friends. In the end, he labled the bags and readied his Valentines for school.

This morning, though, he was still questioning the matter. I explained the concept of ethics and how some companies and people have good ethics and others don't. He still can't get over "Why they would do that."

No wonder

I find the Washington Post's raw analysis of the median net worth of our House of Representatives compared to the common man's interesting. To view them, click here.

Tis the season

I rushed out of synagogue to attend my son's "holiday" concert yesterday. "I'm going to go listen to my son sing "We Are Santa's Elves," I apologized to a congregant who had just arrived. "That's OK," he said. "In New York, we used to joke that it was the Jews who knew all the words and kept all of the Christmas carols in tune."

I arrived early, securing a seat in the fifth row. I saw on the program that my son's class was third in line to sing and planned an early exit. Then I remembered that one of my fourth-grade Hebrew school students had asked if I was going to the concert. Her class came on right after my son's. "No problem," I thought, just a bit more time.

The third-graders were second in line to sing. I picked out a boy from my son's bus stop. Then I spotted another of my religious school students in the group. I ran through a mental checklist of my students, realizing I should probably stay to hear the kindergarteners too, the next to the last group.

I sat bemused by the irony of being a Jewish school principal proudly listening to her Jewish students sing Christmas songs.

Finally the fifth graders! Knowing my only fifth graders go to schools in Two Harbors and western Duluth, I confidentally stood up to make my "early" exit. Wouldn't you know it. They were the group singing the only Hanukkah song.

Today I am thankful for...

• Two pumpkin pies baking in the oven.


• My son calling me and my husband downstairs to see our favorite balloons in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade.


• Frozen grapes harvested from our backyard that we ate at breakfast this morning.


• My son's continued enjoyment of his birthday Legos.


• My husband's completion of his new book I now must edit.


• My dear friend and layoff buddy getting a fulltime job with benefits.


• My in-laws cooking the Thanksgiving dinner.

The soup ladle

A dear friend of ours, died recently.

My husband and I met Shirley in the "winter" of her life, although we have known her many years now. She was 90.

A co-worker was helping her sons clean out her home. He returned with several professional stainless steel soup ladles that were going to be thrown out. Shirley and her husband had run a catering service years ago. He asked me if I would like one of the ladles.

I accepted it, although I secretly had been wishing that somehow they would magically find the plastic lid to my small stainless steel RevereWare bowl that had gotten lost in her kitchen during a book club potluck a few years back.

"I've already got a soup ladle," I rued, still missing the lid to the bowl I had used to transport food everywhere.

But sure enough, as I dished up the minestrone I made for my son's birthday party dinner last night, I needed a second ladle. And I thought of our friend Shirley.

I know I will be missing her often.