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Retirement is not without Hassles: Re-Re-Refrigeration #2602

Once again, I find myself waiting for the refrigerator repairman – Re-Refrigeration. I am now stuck in a warranty dilemma, after yesterday’s surprise news that I would be out $750 for parts and service. This saga actually began last December, before my surgery, when we were first experiencing problems with cooling levels in our KitchenAid side-by-side. I was under the impression that we were out of warranty, so I found an authorized repair service and set an appointment. My wife talked to her dog park friends and got the name of a neighborhood repair guy that everyone used because he was so much cheaper than the bigger dealers. As a result, I cancelled the appointment. Instead, we had her guy look at it, who advised us to call KitchenAid directly because it was apparently still under warranty. Sure enough, my wife made the contact, read off the serial numbers, and found the warranty was indeed good. We would next need to contact Flamingo Services for the authorized work order. 

They came out twice in July, and in the meantime my wife had moved most of the contents into our garage refrigerator, just to be sure it didn’t get contaminated. All indications at that point were that we were still covered by the warranty but would need to pay for the service call. Parts were ordered, then delayed while we began our month-long travels. A friend stayed here and noticed that the refrigerator was not cooling properly. Follow-up calls, when we returned, finally revealed that they had “tried” to contact us “several times,” but no one responded. My wife has no records of these supposed calls on her phone log. The parts apparently were then sent back. 

Since she was substitute-teaching again, starting in August, I took the slippery Flamingo ball and did more follow-ups. The parts were ultimately reordered, and a service appointment made. Of course, they cancelled that morning, screwing up my plans, and had to reschedule a week later, screwing up more plans. We had set a 1p-4p timeframe, but they arrived at 10a after a 15-minute warning message, so I missed my pre-paid Chair Yoga class, but was glad to see them. Two hours later, after a thorough examination it was determined that they would need to get more parts. They also informed me that our warranty had expired on this three-year-old model, and it would be roughly $750. I was dumbfounded but wanted to finally get this thing fixed, so I agreed to have them locate the parts. They weren’t even sure if they were available. Promptly, at the end of the day, they had secured these pricy parts and would be out today to fix it. 

I’m waiting, but justifiably disturbed with the whole situation. The neighborhood guy could have fixed it months ago for half this price, but instead the factory told me to use Flamingo. Am I obligated to pay, or should I refuse until I speak to a manager? If I do pay, I will never get a response. Holding back payment seems like the best plan going forward. My wife will also be here, if they truly made the 1-4 window, instead of showing up early like yesterday. Stay tuned for Re-Re-Refrigeration, I hope I’m soon shivering and stuttering like this from the cold air coming out of the open doors. 

 

Old Sport Shorts: The Mighty Schwarber Part 2 #2597

When Kyle Schwarber was a Cub and in the World Series, I wrote a poem about him, a comparison to “Mighty Casey at The Bat.” (See Post #119). I won’t go to that extreme on this post, but the former I.U. star, Cubs outfielder, Nats DH, and now lead-off DH for the Phillies, has made MLB history. 

He reminds me of old newsreels on Babe Ruth, in a leadoff role that the Babe would have never accepted. The Philadelphia slugger hit his 14th lead-off home run of the season this week against the Tampa Bay Rays, eclipsing the 2003 mark by Alfonso Soriano of the Yankees. The 437-foot blast was his seventh of the month, that’s not even half over, and 35th of the season. He’s also compiled three consecutive seasons of 30+ HRs in his time with the Phillies. Plus, “Schwarbs” now holds the record for multiple seasons with 10-plus leadoff moonshots. I’ve followed his amazing career since college.

Schwarber still has a long way to go to catch Ricky Henderson’s 81-career mark, batting from the top of the order, and certainly can’t compare in terms of speed. He runs like he has a piano on his back. This was only the 45th of his career, a tie for ninth all-time with Brady Anderson but only one behind Philadelphia’s legendary Jimmy Rollins that he will certainly surpass soon. Although, he left the game with an elbow injury. 

The move to Philadelphia three years ago, has given him Rocky-like superpowers. In 2022 he hit 46 dingers and in 2023 another 47, a career high, while maintaining a solid .251 batting average. Although the leadoff position is not the best slot for RBIs, he’s driven in 95 and has scored 99 times. Will the 100th time to circle the bases be another lead-off shot?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Old Sport Shorts: Cheaters Prosper Part 5 #2587

Continued from Post #2586

The roots of cheating likely extend back to a childhood park or a card table. The habit might include not counting that extra stroke on the golf course. Sadly, people get used to cheating and think nothing of it. They may not even know that they’re doing it. Accusations lead to fights or worse. Plus, it’s a hard habit to break because cheaters can sometimes prosper and losing is out of the question. 

As for cheating in baseball, it’s too often looked at as simply gaining an advantage. Pitchers have long doctored baseballs to get an edge. The spitball is a perfect example of how the surface of the ball is altered by the application of a foreign substance such as saliva or petroleum jelly. Scuffing the ball by using an emery board or sandpaper also violates Major League Baseball rules. The illegal emery ball was banned in 1914 and the spitball in 1920. There was, however, a grandfather clause that allowed 17 active pitchers to continue to throw their suspicious stuff. Burleigh Arland Grimes, “Ol Stubblebeard” was the last to throw the legal spitter in 1934. He pitched in four World Series over the course of a 19-year career with the Pittsburg Pirates, Brooklyn Robins, New York Giants, Boston Braves, St. Louis Cardinals, Chicago Cubs, and New York Yankees, some of these teams multiple times. Grimes was the National League strikeout leader in 1921 and managed the Brooklyn Dodgers from 1937-1938. He was given a license to cheat, while most just enjoyed getting away with it.  

Gaylord Perry wrote a book about cheating in 1974, “Me and the Spitter,” detailing how he doctored balls with saliva and other substances during his 22-year career. He obviously enjoyed getting away with cheating, earning the Cy Young Award at the age of 40. When he started pitching in 1962, it was 42-years past the grandfather clause. Another familiar name of that era is Joe Niekro who was caught with an emery board and a small scrap of sandpaper in 1987. He was ejected and suspended for 10-days. Elwin Charles “Preacher” Roe, a five-time All Star, who pitched for 12 seasons, was featured in a 1955 Sports Illustrated article entitled “The Outlawed Spitball Was My Money Pitch.”

Applying a sticky substance such as pine tar to the baseball may unfairly improve grip. It can enhance the spin rate, resulting in great movement as the ball leaves the hand. The only legal substance that pitchers may use is rosin, via a rosin bag kept on the mound. Since illegal substances are often hidden elsewhere on the body, it’s difficult to enforce. However, in the modern game, pitchers are checked as they come off the field each inning and balls are carefully examined. Seattle Mariners pitcher, Hector Santiago, was the first to be ejected due to the new 2021 rules. Yankees pitcher, Michael Pineda was ejected and suspended for 10-games after being caught with a smear of pine tar on his neck in 2014. He’s even got “pine” in his last name. His explanation was that he wasn’t cheating but rather trying to protect the batter from getting hit. 

These new rules were in response to increasing spin rates, part due to skill but also perhaps the result of a new grip enhancer that was on the market, Spider Tack. Designed for weightlifting, it was just another foreign substance requiring umpire education. Four Minor League pitchers received 10-game suspensions as the new rules began to be enforced. It’s a good example of how to cheat a cheater. 

Grip enhancers are also a factor with bats, just ask George Brett. His bat violated the little known 18-inch pine tar rule. In 1983 with two outs in the 9th, the Kansas City All-Star hit a two-run homer to take a 5-4 lead over the Yankees. Controversial manager Billy Martin struck again, arguing that the runs should not be allowed. Umpire Tim McClelland agreed with him and Brett had to be restrained. The game was and the call stood until American League president Lee McPhail ordered the game to be resumed after the overruled homer was counted with the Royals up by one. It became a fiasco on the field, with Martin ultimately ejected after employing numerous shenanigans and stall tactics. Oddly, the Commissioner did not get involved.

In addition to pine tar that is a messy, obvious application to the bat, it may be what’s hidden inside that makes it illegal. Substituting cork for solid wood makes the bat lighter, allowing a quicker swing. Cheaters who have been suspended for using a corked bat include Sammy Sosa, Albert Belle, Wilton Guerro, Chris Sabo, Billy Hatcher, José Guillén, and Miguel Olivo. A more creative Greg Nettles was caught using a bat loaded with Super Balls in 1974, but was not suspended. Like any aspect of cheating, some get caught and others don’t. Amos Otis and Norm Cash later admitted using corked bats during Major League Baseball game. 

It sometimes takes teamwork to cheat. Sign stealing is a good (or bad) example. Also, it’s not a modern-day trick, dating back to reports from 1900 regarding the Philadelphia Phillies. It’s one thing to figure out what your opponent will do next, and another to use technology for this purpose. Two notable examples include the 1951 New York Giants, who cheated using a telescope and buzzer system, and the camera employed by the 2017-2018 Houston Astros. The Boston Red Sox were fined in 2017 for using an Apple Watch to relay stolen signals. They also had their video replay operator suspended for the 2020 season for use of replay to decode sign sequences from games in 2018. These types of violations are tough to crack down on, so it often logically takes a cheater to find a cheater. 

Of course, the most abused cheating violation in any sport is undoubtedly performance enhancing drugs. For years, baseball players used amphetamines and steroids to enhance physical performance. It was probably a direct result of World War II where soldiers were often treated with Dexedrine and Benzedrine and brought them back to their teammates when they returned to baseball. Evidence began to emerge in 1985 during the Pittsburg Drug trials. Dave Parker and Dale Berra testified that Willie Stargell provided them with these drugs, while John Milner claimed that Willie Mays used them. Anabolic steroids were banned by baseball in 1991, but no program was established for drug testing.

I personally think that there’s a fine line between ingesting drugs and using surgical procedures when it comes to enhancing performance. Eye surgery can make a player see better, while surgery can correct skeletal and muscular deficiencies. Would the “Bionic Man” be allowed to play ball? Although maybe an unrealistic example, this enhancement of strength and sight through surgery could be considered cheating. Or, is it just the necessary, smart thing to do?

 

  

 

 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Another Birthday #2581

I’m celebrating a 73rd birthday today, low key, and I wish I could say that I felt like a teenager. I do, only when I’m sitting down like this.  The sciatica villain took it easy on my leg this morning, so I didn’t have to hobble my way into the chair. It seems to be just a matter of sitting on a firmer chair in the evening, not the couch, and not sleeping on my left side. We’ll have Big Mike’s Pizza tonight and watch some more episodes of Reacher, no parties or exotic excursions this year. We did just get back from a 4,000-mile road trip that took me to my 50th state, Maine. 

My wife is substituting today, so dog duty falls to me. I’ll load Tally and Fosse into the golf cart, take them a few blocks to the park, and let them romp with their friends for a half-hour or more. Then, I’ll go to my weekly chair yoga class and work out at the fitness center. I also have a couple landscaping projects to do this afternoon, so a dip in the pool will be necessary to get the grime off. I’m also expecting a couple birthday calls and might not have time for a nap.

I’m home, here in Venice, until probably February when we go to the Keys for a few days. We’ll take the high-speed ferry out of Ft. Myers. My wife seems content with doing a solo flight out to Oakland to visit her daughter, and hosting some of her high school classmates for a week in March. While they take over the house, I will have to take refuge at my son’s house. Nothing else is yet planned, although there’s talk of doing another long drive up through Wisconsin and into the Dakotas to complete her fifty-state quest. The rest of the unexplored world is on hold. 

For me, it’s just another birthday, something I’ve taken for granted every year. However, here’s to all of those I’ve known in life that weren’t as fortunate to live as long as me. I see you in my dreams and hope there is yet a future together. It’s been a remarkable 73-years, but I won’t wish for 73 more.  

Retirement is not without Hassles: Rain Cane #2578

I’m officially an old man, sinking to a new LOW this morning. I had to use an umbrella as a makeshift cane to take the dogs out this morning as the sciatica made my left leg both painful and useless. I named it the “rain cane,” close relative of the “sky walker” that I used briefly after heart surgery. It’s these early morning hours that are the toughest, before I have a chance to let the ice pack soothe the fire that shoots down my nerve. Once I get over the first, miserable couple of hours, it will loosen up and I’ll go to the fitness center for 45-minutes on the stationary bicycle, 10-minutes on the rowing machine, and a mile walk on the treadmill with the support of the side rails. All of these exercises I can do without pain since my lower back is supported. But enough about lows – let’s focus on highs!

I grew up in flat old Northern Indiana, where the highest elevation was at the top of a tree. I was not a climber so two feet on level ground was always my comfort zone. I tried to avoid going to the top of the monkey bars at recess while other kids seemed to relish that hanging thrill. It’s probably good that I started out in “low country” and then eventually worked my way up the mountains.

In actuality, the highest point in my home state of Indiana is naturally named “Hoosier Hill,” elevation of 1,257 ft. Trains also like to run on flat surfaces and there were certainly plenty of those running through town with the Robert Young Yards in my backyard. It was where freight cars were sorted or “classified to make new trains according to destination.”  When first constructed in 1958, seven years after I was born, it was a 675-acre operation that had 109-tracks and could classify up to 3,500 cars a day. By the way, did I mention that we went to see Train and REO Speedwagon this week? That was a high, in fact you could smell it in the air. 

At one point in life, I moved just over the state line into Michigan where it got just a little hillier. In fact, it was about a six-hour drive to some great ski areas where I lost some of my fear of heights riding the lifts. However, I still held on with a death grip. Mt. Arvon in the Upper Peninsula is still Michigan’s highest point standing at 1,979 feet. It is located in the rugged backwoods of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Mount Bohemia is nearby – still pretty flat. Michigan ski areas, like popular Boyne Mountain, are therefore distinguished by acres not vertical drop. 

Our next move was to Illinois, even flatter, and on the drive in from neighboring Indiana we could see forever, unless the cornstalk tassels got in the way. Charles Mound is the highest natural point in Illinois at 1,235 feet above sea level. We never did do any skiing in Illinois, but I’m sure there were some small resorts like in Indiana where it was 30-seconds down and an hour up after waiting in line. The lifts were still scary, even in low country. 

Then came Texas, known for the dusty prairies, but does boast Guadalupe Peak with a towering elevation of 8,751 feet – now we’re talking. We lived in the city of Austin; its highest point is Mount Bonnell that peaks at 785 feet 1 inch – in cowboy boots with heals. There is very little snow in Texas and when it rarely does, it’s like a demolition derby on the roadways. Obviously, no skiing in Texas, except on water.

We found that “Rocky Mountain High” on our way through Colorado while driving to our next home. Mount Elbert is the tallest at a whopping 14,438, the second highest in the contiguous states, although I never skied there.  I had already swooshed at Monarch, Breckenridge, Steamboat, Mount Hood, Arapahoe, and Keystone, but never actually lived in Colorado for more than a week at a time. It was onward to Oregon. 

Portland was our last West Coast stop. Nearby Mount Hood topped out at 11,239 feet, so I could ski there any winter day. On a clear day walking through our neighborhood, we could see five peaks. It was also easy to get high in the state since pot was legal. However, it rained all the time and had no warm beaches, so it was never our choice for retirement. 

At last, we hit our lowest level in life! Florida’s highest point is only 345 feet at the summit of Britton Hill near Lakewood. However, there are lots of highs by living in our resort-style neighborhood. Skiing, of course, is miles away, but I would still like to fulfil my “70+ Ski Club” badge. My last ski day was on April 3, 2018, and I ran the two-day “Hood to Coast” relay for the final time, August 25, 2017, almost 7 years to this day.  Both of these highs seemed far out of reach as I hobbled on my “rain cane” this morning. Hopefully, I’ll reach other highs, despite living in such a low State. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Face-to-Face #2539

I been to all kinds of parties – beer, pizza, birthday, anniversary, wine tasting, graduation, surprise, garden, cocktail, tea, beach, bonfire, Christmas, bachelor, costume, dinner, farewell, pool, Super Bowl, potluck, karaoke, and dance, to name a few.  Last night, was my first RIP party. No, not a funeral wake!
This is an event where you “rip” open packs of baseball cards. In this case, 12 sealed boxes were involved including Big League Blasters (BL), Chrome Update Blasters, Heritage Blasters, Series 1 Monster, Archive Signature Series, UK Edition Hobby, Heritage High Number Hobby, Update Series, and Bowman Hobby. Each partygoer was randomly assigned a team after paying an entry fee and gets to keep those respective cards. 

Last night’s big winner, or hit, was the Dodgers and a signed/numbered rookie Bowman by Yoshinobu Yamamoto, who just picked up a victory at Yankee Stadium. I drew the Cincinnati Reds and got numerous versions of rookie sensation Elly De La Cruz, who may set a league record for stolen bases. 

I arrived fashionably early at Blue Breaks Card Shop and was surprised to find that I was the only one there. I was anticipating an opportunity to meet the other players, but instead it turned out to be an online event. I had even foolishly taken some cards to trade. It was an indication of my age and old-fashioned expectations of social interaction. Instead, I ended up quietly observing the show from their back office. It reminded me of being in the studio watching a live TV show or newscast, as I often did before retiring from that business. The hosts of the show did all the ripping and staged the effort to make it more exciting. 

For me, after all these years, there’s nothing more thrilling than opening a pack of baseball cards. Once upon a time, it was also the smell of stale bubble gum, and even longer ago tobacco. It was interesting to see all the different types of cards available on the market, when as a kid, Topps was the only brand available for many years and then proceeded to buy up most of their competitors. Now, Topps has a line of various Major League licensed card products like Allen & Gunter, Bowman, Stadium Club, Heritage, etc. 

I was expecting a party where there was more social interaction than simply an online chat. I envisioned us sitting at tables talking about our favorite teams and exchanging stories and duplicates. I was lucky that the let me behind the scenes to watch but felt foolish about my expectations as a member of an older generation that once did everything face-to-face.

Retirement is not without Hassles: Hungry in Hungary Part 7 #2491

Continued from Post # 2489

Since this was a story about bribing hungry guards with food to escape from Hungary during the height of the Revolution, it only makes sense to include a chapter about Hungarian food, drink, and spices. For the six escapees, food was their most valuable commodity. They were too poor to offer anything else, leaving their homeland with only the clothes on their back. 

Food was obviously important in my life, especially since I can vividly remember the farewell dinner with my parents of Makos Teszta, poppy seed noodles in a sweet sauce. Plus, I wasn’t quite four-years old at the time, just at the point where long-term memory develops, so I’m lucky to recall anything at all. 

I also recount the long flight to the U.S. for the reunion with my parents. A pre-arranged representative took me to and from the airport. Grandmother packed me a satchel-full of bread, cheese, and salami for the journey, knowing that I would need to spend the night alone in Amsterdam at a youth boarding facility and had never ridden on a plane. 

Only Hungarian food had ever crossed my lips apart from the Hershey’s candy kisses my parents would regularly send to our Budapest apartment with their letters, photos and some clothes, so I was leery about anything out of the ordinary that was served at the hostel or on the plane. You could also tell that someone had gone through everything that was sent. All that candy resulted in my first cavities, hopefully it put a few holes in the teeth of those Communist inspectors as they “tested” it for improprieties. Plus, everything I attempted to digest on the way back to The States was lost through motion sickness on the plane ride or during the miserable car ride from J.F.K. to Phoenixville. 

I slowly made my way through customs, after spotting my anxious parents from afar on the other side of the terminal. They had to patiently wait before our tearful reunion. They were with the familiar faces of Bela and Emmi, who had gotten them to the airport to meet me. It had been four long years since our farewell dinner in Budapest just prior to the escape. We had a lot to catch up on, as I continued to clutch my satchel of bread, salami, and cheese. Once I finally got over my sickness, they filled me with familiar Hungarian dishes.

Along these lines, I offer these tidbits about Hungarian food that I found on Wikipedia: “There is no doubt that pálinka is one of the beverages you will be first offered when arriving to Hungary. It’s like Windex to the Greeks in the movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Spray it on to cure anything. Hungarian grandmothers swear by the power of pálinka. Have a headache? Pálinka. Feeling nervous? Pálinka. Feeling sleepy or uninspired? Pálinka. This beverage is a traditional fruit brandy with Hungarian origins made from fruits such as apricot, plum and apple. As the saying goes: “Pálinka in small amounts is a medicine, in large amounts a remedy.” 

“Paprika is Hungary’s most popular spice and a symbol of its cuisine. Hungarians consume more than 1.10 lbs. (500 g) of paprika each year and there are more than 40 varieties grown in Hungary.” 

“Among the different varieties of paprika, the spice is often divided into three categories—hot paprika, sweet paprika, and smoked paprika. Due to the favorable climate and geographical conditions, Hungarian paprika has a bright red color and a distinctive rich flavor that allowed Hungary to became one of the leading producers in the world. Kalocsa and Szeged in southern Hungary are the hearts of production.” 

Finally, according to several internet articles and cookbooks, these are apparently the most popular Hungarian dishes – worthy of any bribe. Makos Teszta was not one of the suggested favorites, but one of the most memorable for me.

Goulash (Gulyás) … 

Fisherman’s Soup (Halászlé) … 

Chicken Paprikash (Csirke Paprikás) … 

Meat Pancakes (Hortobagyi Palacsinta) … 

Stuffed Cabbage Leaves (Töltött Káposzta) … 

Meat Stew (Pörkölt) …

Sour Cherry Soup (Meggyleves)

Jókai Bean Soup (Jókai Bableves)

Deep-Fried Flat Bread (Lángos)

Pasta With Cottage Cheese (Túrós Csusza)

Hungarian Trifle (Somlói Galuska)

Pork Bone Soup (Orjaleves)

Pork Rice Pilaf (Bácskai Rizses Hús)

Dobosh Cake (Dobos Torta)

Ratatouille (Lechó)

Sour Cherry Strudel (Meggyes Rétes)

Sauerkraut Soup (Korhelyleves)

Hungarian Tripe Stew (Pacal Pörkölt)

Summer Squash Stew (Tökfozelék)

Chimney Cake (Kurtos Kalacs)

Spinach Stew (Spenótfozelék)

Ratatouille has become even more popular because of the Walt Disney animated movie and Disney World ride. It’s a colorful, vegetable stew, simmered in olive oil, garlic, and herbs. Most recipes call for eggplant, zucchini, bell peppers, and tomatoes, and, of course, Hungarian hot smoked sausage. I like to serve it over nokedli (Hungarian egg noodles). Originally it came from the Provence region of France, so the Disney characters are portrayed with a French accent. In Hungary it’s known as lecsó.

Traditional Hungarian dishes are primarily centered around meats, seasonal vegetables, fresh bread, dairy products, cheeses, and fruits. My grandmother was a very good cook who believed in buying fresh foods. We would go to the village market together and often come home carrying these Hungarian staples that she would transform into delicious meals. Even breakfast would typically consist of fresh bread, minced meat products like kolbász or szalámi, mixed with vegetables or jam.

Salad courses don’t exist in Hungary. Our meals were accompanied by a small plate of seasoned vegetables, usually shredded cabbage, cucumbers, beets, or tomatoes. Sometimes they were pickled (savanyúság). 

What dishes might you want to stay away from? Visitors consider these to be disgusting concoctions:

Pacalpörkölt – Tripe stew

Szalontüdő/Savanyú tüdő – Sour lungs

Hagymás vér – Blood with onions

Kocsonya – Aspic

Édes tészták – Sweet pastas 

When it’s cold outside and you need to “escape,” here’s my mom’s family recipe. She was a “pinch of that, touch of this, smidge of the other, and a smooch of love” kind of chef. My father, on the other hand, was very critical of mom’s cooking. He had a very evolved sense of smell, and tended to be very picky, especially when we would go to a restaurant. Although he rarely cooked himself, he spent an inordinate amount of time trying to teach his caregiver Inna how to cook things his way. A good example was that he thought there should be no vegetables added to Fish Soup. This is why we called him “The Master Chef.”

Manci’s Goulash Recipe 

2 lbs. Fresh Ham (or pork) cut in cubes

1 or 2 medium onions diced

2 to 4 medium peppers sliced

Cook onions and in oil while cutting meat

Place ham cubes in pot and cover with water

Add enough paprika until water is red

Cook for 20 minutes 

While cooking add:

1 tsp garlic powder

1 tsp salt

3 squeezes of Hungarian Goulash Paste

½ tsp Caraway Seeds 

2 tablespoons of Tomato Paste

Add the following vegetables: 

Carrots

Celery

Parsnips 

NO Parsley 

Cook until vegetables and meat are done

Add diced potatoes 

Add Chipetka (flour, egg, water, salt) 

Cook only ½ bag of small noodles and keep separate like Chicken Soup.

When sitting down at the table to eat, say your prayers and jó étvágyat.“Enjoy your meal!” Hungarians always politely say this to each other before they start devouring their meal. As far as something to wash it down, Hungarians belong to the group of consumers characterized by high alcoholic beverage consumption and is still one of the leading liver cirrhosis mortality countries in Europe and in the world. The drinking age is 18, so they get an earlier start than most Americans. The Hungarian word for “cheers” is a mouthful, “egészségedre,” but be careful how you use it. Toasting with a beer, for example, is frowned on since back in the 1848 revolution, the Austrians victoriously celebrated with a clink of the beer glass. Drinking and eating in Hungary is full of tradition, so know the rules and pace yourself. 

When is the best time to eat and drink in Hungary? There are four major holidays: Carnival Season lasts the month of February to mark the end of winter; Revolution Day is March 15 known as “Hungarian spring;” August 20 is St. Stephen’s Day in honor of Hungary’s first king; October 23 commemorates the people’s uprising against Soviet repression back in 1956. “Eat, Drink, and be Merry!”

I’ll bet you’re Hungry. Now, more about Hungary.

To Be Continued…..

Retirement is not without Hassles: Off Road #2222

Too many computer problems discouraged my efforts to keep up on this blog during our time in Kauai. I tried changing from Chrome to other search engines but had to reconstruct many of my links, apps, and passwords to no avail. I could not transfer notes from my phone to my laptop, adding to the frustration. The days went by too quickly as we criss-crossed the volcanic valleys  by car, boat, and plane.

There was just too much going on with the six of us in the condo. Limited privacy, excursions, board games, plus trips to the pool and beach did not give me time to gather my thoughts. I needed to get back in my home office and perhaps send my computer off to be repaired. I did, however, manage to maintain my daily running habit that has now grown to over 5,100 consecutive days while on the island. In a few short weeks, “The Streak” will surpass 14 years without missing a single day.

In an effort to do something constructive, I started doing on-line surveys that allow me to collect points and potentially payment for my opinions. To me, it’s similar to playing a video game for rewards and keeps my mimd occupied. However, being 71 years of age, retired, caucasian, and with limited purchasing power often excludes me from participating. 

I’ve read five books over the past few weeks, so getting away from the television has been a positive change. I did watch a lot of soccer with all the World Cup action, but fell behind on shows like Yellowstone, Curse of Oak Island, and Gold Rush. I mention this like I’m actually missing something important!

There have been no dog duties, those rare moments outside of running when I actually venture out into the Florida heat. Sunny days on Kauai were surprisingly limited as we explored the islands, from Waimea Canyon and “the wettest spot on earth” to Hanalei Bay, home of “Puff the Magic Dragon.” It was always breezy with pop-up showers, and cloudy skies. We put a few miles on the rental car because there was little to do at the resort other than Cornhole, swimming, biking, and wandering. The crashing waves of the  Pacific were closely visible from our balcony, but the sandy beaches were quite a distance away. We were, however, surrounded by lush landscaping, golf courses, swaying palms, and other plush resorts. Restaurants and shops were also a major hike away.

It was 11-hours of flight time both there and back with overnight stops in Seattle. We won’t get back on a plane for another three months when the two of us weary travelers head to Vegas for a few days. Egypt is but 6-months away. It’s time to get off the road for a holiday break that will allow us to get reacquainted with the neighbors before we hit it hard again.

 

 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Just Do It, Again! #2189

It’s disconcerting when you find yourself reading only the obituaries (Remembered) in the Indiana University Alumni Magazine. I’m grateful that my name was not in there again. There are just too many people my age that are no longer and to see them all listed in pages of print is quite disturbing. My goal in anything is to at least be in the Top 20% and can only hope that applies to longevity. Every day I read about classmates, celebrities, and acquaintances that have unexpectedly passed at age 71 or younger.

I did find my name in the Top 10% of runners competing in the Nike NBA Challenge. As a result, I earned a Season NBA League Pass by participating on the Nike Run Club app – a reason to watch more TV sports. Trust me, it was not for speed, as I was quickly passed by a couple of other joggers this morning, leaving me with the feeling of standing still. That doesn’t happen too often in this community that tends to be 50-plus. However, we now have a neighbor with children because their home was affected by Ian and our grandmother neighbor has  temporarily moved to South Carolina. It was not enough young blood to buy a bunch of Halloween candy. 

I am currently hungry and thirsty, waiting for this afternoon’s eyelid surgery. Some experience pain with the procedure while others apparently do not. Nonetheless, they loaded me up on precautionary medication. This makes me a bit worried, while hopefully it won’t jeopardize my running streak that stands at 5,056 consecutive days. On the intellectual side, my Wordle streak is now at 33, far from the longest of 76, during the 230 daily games that I’ve played so far. I seem to have lost the swimming habit because the weather has been cooler, but I’ve continued my daily regimen of sit-ups, push-ups, and stretching. 

My wife’s daughter now works for Nike, so therefore I’ve tried to show renewed allegiance despite the narrow cut of their sportswear. I once relied on a Nike Fit-Bit to keep pace and record my streak. Swoosh-wear seems designed for taller, slimmer athletes, and I have to be careful about what I buy. We saved a ton of money on Nike Dri-Fit gear with her employee discount, and she took us on an impressive tour of the campus that pays homage to stars like LeBron, Serena, and Pre. Now, she tells us that she can get a great deal on a rental car for our trip to Kauai, one of the priciest locations for rentals that I’ve found. Although I continue to run in Brooks brand shoes, most of my accessories are now Nike as opposed to Columbia. I’m quickly becoming more and more a Phil Knight fanJust Do It, Again!

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