Davenport TBT's, Etc.

 

I decided this morning to re-live an experience at the Davenport a few years ago when Bill, Willie, Debbie and I had so much fun touring the Christmas display in the hotel lobby. 

I've always loved the hotel.  

My grandmother Brown used to stay there, and when our kids were younger we enjoyed lunch there a few times. 

Its history, its exquisite style and overall beauty offer one of the lovely highlights of visiting downtown Spokane.

Oh, for the good ol' days of a Saturday spent Christmas shopping at The Crescent, the Bon and, of course, trying on hats at the Burlington Coat factory.   

Gonna have to go back to the Davenport for lunch again sometime.

That's a selfie with Debbie and me. 

I read the following information this morning and thought it was worth sharing, especially if suggested actions could lessen the emotional load and the losses from this wearisome Pandemic. 

"The only thing I am sure of is that Omicron will spread so quickly through the population, making it likely impossible to contain even with the most stringent measures and giving us very little time over the next few weeks. 

So get your vaccines and boosters!"

                               ----Dr. Muge Cevik, infectious disease expert, Scotland

The large number of unvaccinated adults means that Omicron may lead to spikes in Covid hospitalizations and deaths, which in turn could overwhelm some hospitals. 

This prospect is why Cevik emphasized the importance of the next few weeks. 

Persuading more vaccine skeptics in both the U.S. and other countries to get shots — before the Omicron surge has fully arrived — can save a lot of lives.

                                                             ---New York Times

Yesterday our friend Maryann came by with a Christmas tin filled with peanut brittle. I was baking lemon pound cakes at the time. 

They were in the oven so we enjoyed a nice visit. 

Bill loves Maryann's peanut brittle, especially cuz it's soft enough that our teeth are not in danger of breaking off with a bite. 

Plus, it tastes pretty good too. 

I'll have to keep guard over that peanut brittle in hopes that it lasts until we're fully into Christmas hubbub and sweetening ourselves up for the January diets. 

This morning I saw this article about how to cook your favorite peanut brittle recipe.  

Enjoy.   

https://lifehacker.com/a-beginners-guide-to-making-the-perfect-peanut-brittle-1848206701?utm_source=pocket-newtab

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General TBT's from my laptop, which I use while traveling. Again, no rhyme or reason, just fun. 

Texas style waffles. Yum.  Yum. 

I've known Janis (center) a bit longer than I've known Mow aka Jean.  Janis came to Sandpoint High School either our sophomore or junior year. 

I met Mow at Camp Neewahlu on Lake Coeur d'Alene the summer after our graduation from high school in 1965. I was working as a dishwasher while Mow served as a Water Safety Instructor. 

The two have remained great friends ever since our first meeting. 

Happily, one year when I visited Palm Springs and Palm Desert Janis and Mow got to meet each other. It was gratifying to have these two treasured friends get acquainted. 

The relationship with both is filled with many wonderful memories. 

Rick Gehring celebrated a birthday this week.  I called and sang "Happy Birthday" to him because he did the same for me on my most recent birthday. 

I borrowed from a scene in the movie "Belfast" where the actor asked a wannabe singer something like "How much money did she waste?" 

When asked what that meant, he responded, "giving you singing lessons?" 

That's pretty much how it is with me, only my mother knew better than to spend money on singing lessons for me. My choir teacher did that for free, but knew that with my lack of talent, it was a waste of time. 

Still, the birthday cacophony sent to Rick over the phone was appreciated, just as I appreciate him and his wife Ann, longtime true blue friends. 

Annie, get your guns!

Yup!

Got guns here at the Lovestead.  

We use them for recreational target practice.

One year Annie brought her friends from Seattle, and part of the Idaho Cultural Event aka ICE involved some shooting at paper targets.   

I wonder how many other "Harpist Parking Only" signs have been created AND to have a city ordinance covering you no less.  

I think I saw this in Palm Springs, while the pot-of-gold were sPOTted in Texas.  

Since Bing Crosby is a Spokane product, his rendition of "Silver Bells" seems appropriate today.