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I want to swim in that pool, under the clear skies of summer, drunk on my own love for the water, life, and music, in particular, these songs.  Welcome to my summer play list.   There is no variety in the artists, just the albums and their varying degrees of dreaminess, twang, and rock, but that suits me just fine.

The Tennessee Fire

“By My Car”

“The Dark”

“If All Else Fails”

Z

“Knot Comes Loose”

“Gideon”

“It Beats 4 U”

It Still Moves

“Golden”

“Mahgeetah”

At Dawn

“I Needed It Most”

“If It Smashes Down”

“Bermuda Highway”

“Hopefully”

“The Way That He Sings”

I haven’t actually made bacon yet, but I am going to try.  I’m not kidding.  Why not?  I made marshmallows yesterday afternoon.  Marshmallows!  I would show you a picture, but they turned out, well, beige, and not terribly pretty.  There are some kinks to the recipe that I will note for the future – like getting as much of the sticky mess out of the bowl in one go, so there are no funky blobs on top.  As for the beige color, it is likely a shade Martha Stewart would paint her walls, kind of pretty actually, just not marshmallow-y.  Don’t worry though, it wasn’t because something went wrong.  Since I am an all things organic kind of gal, the sugar and corn syrup I used were not white and clear, but on the brown side, making everything beige.  Yummy, however.  Sticky, yummy, gooey, good!

The inspiration for all this making?  The lovely book pictured above.  I spied it on Amazon a few weeks ago and then bought it on a little spree at Powell’s Books for Home and Garden.  My goodness is that a dangerous place under the influence of wine.  Thankfully, unlike other times I have imbibed with abandon, I have no regrets.

Speaking of imbibing, I also made the recipe for Rumkirschen.  Dark rum + simple syrup + the neighbor’s pie cherries (hand picked by moi) + one week to steep = delicious.  We mixed the concoction with some sparkling water and enjoyed a seriously pretty and summery drink.  Watch out for the cherries, however.  They pack a punch!

There are also recipes for crackers, two kinds of lemoncello, mustard, pickles, olives, butter, cheese,  pasta, and much more.  My hat is off to Karen Solomon for a fun and inspiring book, filled with Colleen-style projects.  I’m sure I’ll return to it time and again.

The man defied racial barriers, musical traditions, and quite often, logic.  Thank you for the memories, the dance moves, and, most of all, that voice!

She inspired many a haircut and a swimsuit, was a great Angel, and had a magical smile.

Peace in the hereafter…

Holy smokes!  Is it Friday already?  Where did the week go, anyway?  I hope the weekend holds something special in store for you.  We’ve got big plans to fix the toilet.  Yep, I said the toilet.  I bought a new seat and the wax ring is starting to leak.  Please cross your fingers that it seals on the first get-go because moving a toilet is no fun – heavy and awkward.  At least we’ve got good music to listen to while were working, however, as I’ve deemed the weekend a Pink Martini.

Pink Martini is the sound of brass, the thrumming of strings, drumming of drums, tinkling of ivory, and a delightful voice that makes me so very happy, a dizzy, giggly, effervescent kind of happy of the highest order, and this, Sympathique is their first and my very favorite album.  It starts with a flourish of harp strings and the thrill of China’s glorious voice on “Amado Mio,” takes us through a marvelous party of sounds and toe taps before ending the evening with what else, a sweet “Lullaby,” of course.

For Portlanders like myself, Pink Martini is extra special, because far from offering awesome lyrics, stellar singing, and highly danceable songs, they’re also our very own, the local band gone gold around the world.  They have no fear of language or unusual instruments, singing in French (Beh oui!), Spanish (Si!), Arabic (Inshallah), Japanese (Arigato), and more. They’ve also got incredibly big hearts too, playing benefits for many local charities, including one of my favorite organizations, REACH Community Development.

Even if I weren’t from Portland or a supporter of REACH, Pink Martini would still be on my list of favorites.  They’re that good.  Oh, and have I mentioned how fantastic they are live?  If you ever have the opportunity, grab it with both hands because the band does not disappoint.  They’ll have you singing at the top of your voice and wiggling wildly in your seat.  Well, at least that’s what happens to me!

Have a lovely weekend…

Elling and Kjell Bjarne are two mentally challenged fellows who, after years of living highly sheltered lives, must make it on their own in this rather poignant and hilarious Norwegian film.  The story follows the men through their introduction at an institution and their entrance into society.  With their tough love social worker threatening the possibility of being forever institutionalized if they fail at city life, the two must learn how to care for their shared apartment, shop for and prepare food, as well as engage in life beyond the confines of home.

The pair are a Norwegian odd couple, Elling is small, clean, and intellectual, and Kjell Bjarne is large (Elling calls him an orangutan), brutish, not keen on bathing, and, well, not so intellectual.  Despite this, they are a good match for each other, bringing balance, tenderness, and light into what are often, at least for them, some very frightening circumstances.  It is a wondrous tale of friendship and men coming of age, each learning, growing, their individual gifts blooming into treasure.

Oh goodness, does it have some marvelous dialogue, too.  Our favorite lines:

“Had I really made a friend without the help of the Norwegian government?”

“I’ll just walk the streets…be a walking target for random violence.”

“Are you spying on me?”  “No, but where are you going?”

Light hearted, fun (We haven’t laughed like this in some time), touching, and with an appearance by a rather lovely 1958 Buick Century (“Why does everyone know what this car is called?!”), it is really hard to go wrong.

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