Respect Your Elders

I don't care if you've been to culinary school. Resect your elders.
Smile, I know I have something to contribute, if nothing else, how to fix stuff when mistakes happen.

You know they will. That's just life, you silly child.

My co workers here in the bake shop at Grand Tetons are wonderful. They seem to know, after demonstrations, that I can cook with the best of them. Sure, I haven't done the sugar sculptures, but by god, I'd handle it just fine given some play time.

The Pastry Chef sees that, I feel, cause he will say , "Come here, the both of you" and show us tricks of the trade.

I'm loving it. Sometimes I feel my lack of culinary schooling. Its occurred to me to go get some schooling.
Then I think, maybe not.

What Kinda Game

They started these special nights for people over 50. All women showed up, and two guys.
The activities offered are bingo, backama, mexican dominos or some such, and just your low level interaction.
Kids don't need games like this, they just hang out.
Maybe us olders need a boost.

I'm wishing I didn't so obviously look like I fit in the over 50 group. It could be worse. I could look like I belong in a reality show.
For Real. Like Make Over My Ma.

I'm Not Old, Just Road Weary

After driving cross country to work in the Grand Tetons, I find myself disoriented.
Not much, just you know, having to repeat stuff to aid in the memory retention.

I'll be cooking all summer in this national park, a view to die for.
There's a room mate, but she's older than me, so we're going to get along just fine.
Sorta scoping out the place, trying to be cool with all new employees arriving hourly.
I love my job description, Pastry Cook.

All I ask is for no one to act like I'm old.
I will blow your socks away once this road exhaustion wears off.
I promise you.

I Will Facebook for Grandkids

Happy Mother's Day y'all.
I logged on this morning to check up on the family. Facebook makes this possible.
My daughters post regularly. I watched my oldest granddaughter playing the backing rack as a guitar while singing a gospel song.
I read about my daughter shopping in a nearby town while hubby held the fort.

I read favorite recipes, watched a puppy video, and took a survey.
Facebook is hilarious.
Youtube is right up there too.
I don't own a dog, but the Internet is nearly as good. Don't have to take it for a walk, worry about stained carpeting, or if I can bring it on my road trip.

On the other hand, my computer doesn't sleep on my bed, watch the latest episode of Jay Leno with me, or require compassion and caretaking.
Not usually. Unless some crazy ad is trying to pop up, and I want to smash it.
That's a whole nother story.
Anyways, if you're not on Facebook yet, try it.

New Rants Possible

I'm about to head cross country to work in a National Park. I'm a gal who loves cooking in large quantities, making beautiful food.

I get my jobs through http://coolworks.com
It has groups called Older and Bolder, Yellowstone, Grand Tetons etc. Join one or all, chat, post questions, read job offers.

Every time I head across the country, I stay in motels, meet youngsters and interact with really different people. In my head, I'm this youngish mature woman, who does not  look her age, who has it going on.

Strange when I get asked for my AARP card, if I want the senior discount, or if I need to take a break.
Why would anyone even think that?

Whatever.
I feel older when I'm around my grandkids, true. I feel marvelously young when hiking the back country alone, pepper spray and day pack of emergency stuff at the ready.

How does one gal feel all of that and not want to banish mirrors? With enough ibuprofen I can do anything.

A Good Day

Today is a good day for America.

People are rejoicing in the streets.

We see our President strong and decisive.

Recovery is underway for our people in the South.

Hope is being revived. I love it.

While a pacifist, I strongly believe in self defense. Try to walk away, but if someone brings the attack, by all means defend yourself.