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Memories

It has been a long time since I posted anything to the blog. Today I have a round about story to tell. When I was a little girl, it was a tradition in our family to have a dish of ice cream on Sunday evenings. My earliest memories are during World War II. My parents had a General Electric refrigerator with a tiny freezer compartment. It only held two ice cube trays and what was called a frozen dessert tray. We could not store ice cream. Therefore, every Sunday evening we would drive down to North Kansas City to the Crown Drug Store and would have ice cream packed to go at the soda fountain counter. I reached a point where I wanted to buy the ice cream myself. My father would give me the money. I was so small I could barely climb onto a stool at the soda fountain counter. I had convinced my father I could buy the ice cream myself. He sat out in the car where he could keep an eye on me through the drugstore's windows. Sometimes I would sit and wait and wait while the soda jerk ignored me. They thought I was too small to be a serious customer. Anyway my father and I would wait them out. I always got my ice cream.

 

After World War II ended, consumer appliances of all sorts became available. It seemed like Christmas all the time as my parents bought things that were not available during the war. One of their purchases was a chest-type deep freezer. This was very exciting because we could now store ice cream. Ice cream was sold in cartons in the shape of a brick in the grocery store. My father would cut off a slice of ice cream with the butcher knife. I didn't think a slice was nearly as good as the ice cream that had been scooped. I finally convinced my parents we needed a scoop. There was a restaurant supply store in Kansas City. We went there and bought a really deluxe chrome-plated ice scream scoop. It had a spring loaded lever on it. That scoop dished lots of ice cream over the years. At some point when I was in my 30's my mother gave me that scoop. I still have it.

 

Anyway here is the reason that I started thinking about ice cream and the scoop. Since the writers' strike has caused all my favorite TV shows to go into rerun I have been watching the Food Network. I really like Alton Brown's Good Eats show. Last night he had a show on frying chicken. He said the best way to fry chicken was with shortening. He had a number 16 scoop that looked very similar to the old ice cream scoop that he used for the shortening. I wondered if my ice cream scoop had a number. I examined it closely and found stamped on the back of the lever "12 to a quart". My scoop must be a number 12. If there are 12 to a quart that must mean that the scoop holds 2 and 2/3 ounces. That is something I did not know before.

Ten days ago my new macro lens arrived. I have been too busy to even attach it to my camera and take it for a test drive. This morning I finally decided to find out if I had purchased a lemon. I attached it to the camera and studied the manual. I have a copy stand and light setup. It took a while to get everything ready to take this picture. Next month there is going to be a camera club program on macro photography. I hope I learn a few things. It is going to take a lot of practice with this lens before I am entirely confident of my ability to use it.

Yesterday I went to the Fort Worth Zoo for the second time. The weather was beautiful, and the zoo was less crowded than when I was there in June. This is a link to my photos: Fort Worth Zoo.

Yesterday I went to the Texas State Fair. Now I can say I have eaten a corndog. It is unbelievable I achieved senior citizen status before I tasted a corndog. This is a link to my pictures: Texas State Fair.

Last night I went to the Plano Balloon Festival. This is a link to my photos: Plano Balloon Festival

At Last

My life has settled down to something that resembles a normal routine. All the news this week about Hurricane Dean made me go back and read what I had written two years ago about Hurricane Rita. I am so glad I moved away from the Gulf Coast and do not have to think about a possible evacuation. Dallas is not free of severe weather hazards, but I seriously doubt that I will ever hear the words, mandatory evacuation, for the entire area.

 

The final warranty repairs on my house have been completed. I had a second visit from a locksmith yesterday. This time they sent a man who has been a locksmith for 44 years. He knew what he was doing. The wrong strike plate had been installed on the front door. The first guy just shot WD-40 in the lock and said it was fixed. The experienced man analyzed the problem and found why the lock was hanging.

 

The outside swimming pool opened two weeks ago. I have gone there a few times. The twice weekly water walking class has a fairly large turnout. Otherwise just a few people seem to be taking their grandchildren to the pool. I have gone there a couple of times by myself and managed to stay for an hour each time. After I have cooled off in the water, I listen to podcasts on my iPod.

 

My computer's good behavior has ended. It has been having the same old problem which is hanging during shutdown. I have exhausted every possible theory. I don't have a clue what causes the problem.

 

I got the invitations for the September Red Hat luncheon sent out. It is going to be the day after Labor Day. I thought the date being so close to the holiday might cause a problem, but there are already a large number who have RSVP'ed that they will attend. The red Grasshopper shoes with the appliqued red hats came last week. I will wear them for the first time at the next luncheon.

 

The camera club meeting is Thursday night. The chairman of the group wants me to get the field trip committee jump started. We have only.)had a couple of field trips so far. I am pretty good at getting things organized. (That means I am a good nagger)

 

I am still working Sudoku puzzles. I tired to solve the very hard puzzle that is at the bottom of the blog today. I got to a point where I just could not fill in the next number. I went back to the website and asked for a hint. I got one number. That one missing number was the key to the whole puzzle. Once I had it, the rest of the numbers fell into place.

Yesterday we went to Louis Tussard's House of Wax and Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum in Grand Prairie, TX. This is a link to my pictures: House of Wax