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Easter picnic lunches

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Easter celebrations, when I was a kid, always included (after church, of course) a picnic lunch with my mother’s side of the family, usually at Samuell’s Park, in Dallas, although sometimes we opted for Kiest Park.

A baked ham was accompanied by deviled eggs, baked beans, potato salad and coleslaw, sometimes even Aunt Edna’s world-famous pea salad, if we begged sweetly enough and badgered her into submission. How everyone managed to get all that food into their cars with all those kids, too, is mind-boggling.

And, that wasn’t all! Of course, we had to bring a football, baseball gloves, bats, balls, and even the stuff to build kites, hide Easter eggs and the croquet set – plus!

Who could forget dessert?

Certainly not my tribe, so Mama Loyes always made her very special, diabetic-coma-inducing triple layer German Chocolate Cake, which weighed about 40 lbs., but was so huge even our clan couldn’t gobble it all up in one afternoon. One year, Mama Loyes forgot to bring coffee cups (since she always had coffee in that plaid thermos of hers, but had lost the lid/cup years before,) so my mother fashioned coffee cups out of aluminum foil just for that day so the grown-ups could enjoy some coffee with their slab of cake. It’s a nice memory for me.

I hope all of you are busy on this day of gathering and spiritual celebration making memories with the people you love. It’s one of the reasons we are here, I think, trundling along together, creating some sweet memories which make us look back on our lives with a smile. JS

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Jo Seay was born in 1922

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Today, in 1922, my mother, Jo Seay, was born.

She left so long ago, in 1986 at age 64, it’s hard to think of her as 93, but that’s how old she would have been today.

I always get a little melancholy – not a hard thing for me to do – when this time of year rolls around, just thinking of her, since it was both the time of year in which she was born and the time of year in which she died.

My mother was so spectacular. She and I disagreed about almost everything – politics and religion being the big ones – but I loved her fiercely and was proud of her beauty and her brilliance, her wicked sense of humor, and her laugh that could (and did!) clear a movie theater (YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN.) Besides, no mother on our block could smack a baseball like my Mom.

So, Happy Birthday, Mother! I still miss you every day. Every. Single. Day. I’m not expecting that to change. JS

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No Roundup – but what’s the alternative?

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I don’t like using Roundup on weeds and stuff because I don’t like Monsanto. However, weeds and stuff I don’t want grow in great abundance up here in the Pacific NW.

My high school friend, Pam Dent Webb, posted a recipe for a do-it-yersef weed zapping formula which, I must say, works like a charm.

In a half gallon of apple cider vinegar, add 1/2 cup of Epsom salt and 1 tsp. of Dawn dish-washing liquid. Shake it up and pour what you need into a spray bottle.

Squirt it on the offending plants when the sun is shining. By the next morning, they will be saying good-bye.

This works only on plants, though. Squirting it on humans won’t make them go away (I tried); but they’ll be plenty pissed. JS

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Chelsea Handler’s new book, “UGANDA BE KIDDING ME”

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In the Portland airport yesterday morning, I bought Chelsea Handler’s new book, UGANDA BE KIDDING ME, about her trip to Africa. It is SCREAMINGLY funny, and I’d read 2/3 of it by the time I got onto my connecting flight out of Chicago to Tulsa. I was surrounded on this flight with several cancer patients heading back to Tulsa after a particular kind of cancer treatment in Chicago.

The young woman sitting across the aisle from me saw me laughing and asked, “Is that book good?”

It was, indeed, I told her, thinking this is a book that would make Stef Neyhart fall over sideways laughing. (For example: Chelsea Handler says the 3 things any world traveler needs are these essentials – 1.) a compass 2.) skiis and 3.) a shotgun.)

Anyway, as I studied this young woman’s face, I noticed that it seemed swollen and a little gray. Her eyes looked dull, with a fear peeking out back in there somewhere. WAS SHE A CANCER PATIENT, TOO? CAN I JUST ASK HER THAT? I MEAN, WHAT IS PROPER HERE? IS THERE A CANCER PROTOCOL? AND, IF THERE IS, WHY DON’T I KNOW IT? AND, WHAT IF SHE BREAKS DOWN IN TEARS? OR – EVEN WORSE – WHAT IF SHE’S NOT A CANCER PATIENT AND WANTS TO KNOW WHY I THINK THAT, THEN I BUMBLE THROUGH A RAGGEDLY HONEST EXCUSE FOR WHY I EVEN THOUGHT THAT AND THEN SHE’S FOREVER FRETTING OVER HER BLOATED, GRAY FACE AND DULL, FEARFUL EYES? JEEPERS, WHAT A MESS I’VE CREATED – GOOD JOB, JODY! YAY, ME!

“I’ve thought about getting that book for my brother and his boyfriend because they LOVE Chelsea Handler,” she said, “then I could read it before I give it to them.”

I am a pretty fast reader, but I have never read the last third of any book faster than I read that one yesterday. I can’t say I exactly remember what I read in the last third of the book, either, but as the wheels to our plane touched down on the Tulsa runway yesterday, I closed the book and held it across the aisle to this young woman. “For you,” I said, as she smiled and took the treasure from my hand, “today is a good day to laugh.”

And, Stef Neyhart, the most gentle one in the world who keeps me calm, said just what I knew she would say, what is ALWAYS in her heart, as I told her the story on the phone last night, “Always go with the greater need.” She was right, as usual. And, so, I did. JS

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Anne Bancroft and Mel Brooks

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Watched an HBO special this morning featuring Mel Brooks, that delightfully brilliant man. I see why Anne (Bancroft) fell in love with him. I remembered reading a quote from her one time that said, “People think we are an odd match, and maybe that’s true. All I know is how lucky I feel when I walk in the door and see this funny-looking little man who makes my heart turn a flip.” Sweet. JS

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the brilliantly funny Lily Tomlin

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Got to see the brilliantly funny Lily Tomlin last night, along with about 3,000 other folks in the gigantic ballroom at Seven Feathers Casino & Hotel in Canyonville, Oregon.

As a general rule, I don’t care for casinos, no matter how nice they are, and this is a really nice one. So, my being willing to walk through miles and miles of cigarette smoke, clanging machines, insane lights flashing, and the blank and lost look on the faces of people who’ve been sitting at those machines for hours gambling away their paychecks tells you how much I love Lily Tomlin.

She was wonderful, as always, allowing all of us to adore her and to laugh at her jokes, floating away on the memories of our lives her humor evokes in us. Saw lots of friends there, too. Great evening in southern Oregon. JS

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Toby and Anne Lamott

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Up very early this morning, not even 3am, because I couldn’t sleep. Toby got up, too, thinking, as he often does, that this means it’s time for breakfast, which it almost always is, for him, as soon as I get up. But not today, not this early. He tests me many times, heading toward the kitchen, hopping up and down, doing the entire repertoire of excited doggie tricks he enlists to enroll me in the euphoria of his mealtime. But, I don’t fall for it. I sit on the sofa, pull out my laptop; he sits beside me on the couch, sighing for effect, letting me understand his disappointment that he doesn’t get to have breakfast during what is, essentially, the middle of the night. I stand firm, however, not giving in to the manipulations of my little canine boy, until, at last, he hops down from the couch, wanders back into the bedroom and waits for me to come and pick him up onto the bed so he can go back to sleep.

Sometime, I hope to be able to explain to him the advantages of delayed gratification but, since he’s a food-motivated dog, I’m not so sure how that will work out.

I’ve been reading Anne Lamott essays for the past couple of hours – crying, laughing – and feeling grateful there is someone on this earth who understands the rust spots on a tarnished soul, pointing out that rust is just oxidation and oxidation means that something has just been working extra hard to be seen. JS

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Looking forward to seeing the ZOO CREW

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Stef scanned and e-mailed a bunch of photos for me last night, all of them taken during my time @ KZEW-FM in Dallas, 1974-79.

Oh, my hair was so dark back then and my skin so smooth, my heart so open and unjaded! Brought back great memories of such wonderful people playing KILLER music all day long and actually doing some good in the world. I was lucky to have been part of that and to have been able to meet the people I did, hang out with them, even play softball with them.

Our team, as you might imagine, was the FLYING ZOOKEENIES and we played anybody who challenged us, even some 8th grade girls one time, and even Toys By Roy (who almost beat us in a “squeaker”) on a hot & humid Dallas summer’s day.

I am so very much looking forward to seeing the ZOO CREW at our reunion in April and am grateful to Ira “Eye” Lipson and Bill Harrison for bringing it all together.

If we’d had a team yell (like BOOYAH! or even HOOK ‘EM HORNS!) I’d shout it out right now, but we didn’t, I don’t think, beyond PARTY! or ROCK AND ROLL! or LOOK OUT, YOU IDIOT! Or, if we did, I don’t remember it. What I do remember is how I loved them all. JS

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