Liking Evernote...

I was an early adopter of Evernote, but never really quite got into it (mostly because the "timeline" interface put me off), and when OneNote became available, I completely forgot about the application.

There has been a lot of buzz lately about Evernote as a multi-platform application that gives you the ability to access your notes from, say, your PC and your Android phone, and yesterday I put that feature to the test while shopping.

The way things turned out, a couple of days ago, I found a dead simple recipe for a peanut slaw while browsing and "clipped" it to Evernote on my PC. Then while shopping yesterday, I decided to access the note via my cell phone to check out what additional ingredients, if any, were required, and determined we needed sesame oil to complete the ingredient list.

I've created an account for Galina and am trying to create a notebook that the two of us share, but something's not right (or I did something wrong, we'll see).

It's still snowing and the weather report (actually, the "winter storm warning") now suggests that we can expect pretty much continuous snow, heavy at times, until midnight on Tuesday. This complicates life somewhat, but there's not much to be done except get ready.

Cheers...

Looking into the past...

I reviewed a bunch of my late mother's papers today, and it served to underscore how fast time is passing.

There was the obituary from the New York Daily News dated August 31, 1960, reporting my father's death, which made me aware of the fact that it's been a half century (plus a few months) since he died, and when I realized how long it has been—I don't know, it sort of got to me.

Then there was a ticket stub for a New Year's party that my grandparents attended, to be held December 31, 1910, and I sat and ran my index finger over the date. One hundred years! I was nearly overcome by the feeling that if I thought hard enough about it, I could bridge the gap between now and then and—I'm not sure what. Certainly there is nothing magical about a 100-year mark, nothing that distinguishes it from, say, the 87-year mark or the 113-year mark, so whatever was affecting me was entirely between my own two ears.

Finally, there was a recipe my grandmother scribbled down for making pie dough, which only succeeded in convincing me that penmanship was not her strong suit. Still, I plan to devote some time to deciphering her scrawl and maybe learn something.

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Shiloh, as is her custom, woke me at 6:30 this morning, and by 7:30, Huntür had asked me to resume playing The Sound of Music, which just about floored me. I was happy to comply and even happier to watch the end of the film with her. I had forgotten how much I liked it. We all had pancakes for breakfast and told silly jokes until Drew came by to pick the grandkids up at about 10. Generally speaking, I had a good time; I hope the grandkids did, too.

Cheers...