What I Learned This Week: #167

Monday, October 19 – Sunday, October 25

The Week in Trending: I have been long past due to replace my mattress and with the Covid Winter coming, I finally pulled the trigger and bought a new bed. To keep with modern times, I shopped exclusively on line, researched so many products, and, predictably, put up with my social media being flooded by bed and mattress ads. The internet knows what I need.

After the emotional rush of shopping and dread of being tracked by Facebook, I decided, in a very modern way, to ditch the mattress/box spring set up and go for a foam mattress and a platform bed. Platform bed/mattress combos are nothing more than the suped-up cousins of futons, but with better design. The bed comes as a kit that is easy to put together because it is designed to be put together by people who don’t know shit about building things. The bed kit, like so much modern furniture comes with it’s own tools…a wrench that specifically fits the nuts and a screwdriver with a head that specifically fits the screws. I always think about going to garage sales and there would be a table of “Dad’s old tools,” objects that felt substantial in my hands. When this generation passes, we will have boxes of single use, shoddy tools that we couldn’t possibly throw away in case we needed them again. For many, these may be the only tools they have besides, maybe, a steak knife.

The mattress comes compressed in a mattress sized food-saver package but when you cut the seal and it starts to become a full-sized mattress, it is a million times more satisfying than opening any air sealed food product. Putting together the bed and unfurling the mattress are fairly simple tasks. Lugging the packaging to the dumpster was my real calorie burner.

The bed is great. Again, very modern. I quickly learned that simple store bough sheets are generally cheap and shoddily sewn and don’t fit the mattress. Awful. Sheets are supposed to be the east part about a new bed. Oh well. Bad sheets or not, I’m ready to nest.

The Week in Trendy, but Meh: My co-worker and I walked to the store at lunch where she purchased some kombucha and I must have been transparent enough in my disdain for the drink that she called me out and said I had a bad attitude. Given the fact that I’d never tried kombucha, she may have had a point. Plus, she has mad Jewish Mother guilt skills, so I bought a bottle.

I found it to be meh, at best. It tasted about the same as the fizzy peroxide my dentist makes me rinse with. I just think kombucha is over-priced, trendy nonsense. I still think it after trying it, and it cost me $3.50…That’s $3.50 that could have bought me any number of great tasting drinks.

The week in harmony: Exciting Saturday night finishing up a jigsaw puzzle! This was a tough one with repeating images and super sneaky cuts. The “extra” end pieces I put aside on day one, actually do belong. Awww. It’s beautiful when all the prices come together. #strainingforametaphor

More edge than I knew what to do with.
The “ends” come together in the end.

The Week in Dining: I sat at the bar for dinner at one of my favorite spots, Boomtown Biscuits, and did so with Covid Era pacing. Though I didn’t shove my dinner down my gullet, my time before eating (where I ordered quickly) and after eating (where I ordered my second beer for take out ) was rushed. There were two other people sitting at the bar and we all got a kick out of chatting with one another. Turns out, when you hardly see and talk to new people, when you finally do, they seem extra charming, funny, and smart. I hope I came off the same to them.

What I Learned This Week: #166

Monday, October 12 – Sunday, October, 18

The Week in Waking Up: On Monday I cooked up some link sausages for breakfast. The butcher wrote “Tiny Links” on the package which I found funny. Not “breakfast saus” or “break saus” or some kind of abbreviated identifier, just Tiny Links.

I don’t do a breakfast meat often during the week, and when I do I tend to head to bacon or goetta. For some reason, I associate breakfast links with eating breakfast at a restaurant.

Anyway, as the sausage heated up in the pan, it kept getting louder and louder. Like, I looked over at it from where I was across the kitchen to see if something was wrong. I expected to see sausages trying to jump out of the pan. There was no porcine unrest, but I can’t have that kind of noise first thing in the morning. I’m back to bacon in the house and letting short order cooks take care of my Tiny Link cravings.

Tiny links sizzlin’ and shouting to wake me up in the morning.

The Week in Getting Stones, Not Stoned: Sweet Sistah Splash is a new age/progressive/community centered store that makes the neighborhood more interesting. They have meditation and yoga classes, a “library” where people can sit (on folding chairs) and read from the small selection of books they keep on hand, or you can buy a book for under 5 bucks. They sell tea, and jewelry and spiritual stones, or crystals…I don’t actually know if there is a difference.

What I do know is I was gifted a geode this week and the very next day, for the first time in the dozens and dozens of times I’ve walked past Sweet Sistah Splash, the manager met me on the stoop and beckoned me inside. The weirdness of being gifted a geode must have been on my mind because the first thing my eye traveled to was the table of stones/crystals. She told me some stuff about them that I immediately forgot. But what stuck was this is a neighborhood business that I need to support. In the Covid Era I find myself buying a lot of stuff I don’t need to help businesses out. And that’s why I am now the proud, if somewhat unsure owner of Sodalite (communication, harmony, and trust) and Black Obsidian (self-reflecting, protection, and healing). So far I’m finding their only power is they make me carry them around.

Shiny rocks / Spiritual chunks of the earth

The Week in Prime Day: In addition to supporting the little guys, sometimes I do lean on the ease and efficiency of Amazon. Prime Day happened this week and, though I didn’t buy much (I don’t need much) I used the opportunity to buy some very, very adult items. I do not mean sexy items, I mean adult items. I bought a new soup spoon and a nice kitchen knife. Really thrilling purchases, no? I bought a glass pitcher to replace my ratty, stained plastic one I’ve been using for years. And, if the list wasn’t mundane enough, I picked up a new fangled toilet brush. The cleaning part is made of easily cleanable silicone. Silicone, can you believe it?!? Folks, I mean to tell you, the toilet brush alone made me irrationally happy. If we do have a second lock down in the Covid Era, I will celebrate how much of an adult I am by trying to stay sober enough not to confuse the new spoon with the new toilet brush.

Modern toilet brush! Count me in.

The Week in a Beefeater Martini, with Three Olives, Stirred, Not Shaken: Possibly my favorite cocktail is the aforementioned Beefeater Martini, but it is a drink I very seldom have. At home, I rarely buy gin, and out a lot of bars don’t have Beefeater or inspire confidence that they know how to make a proper martini even if they have the right ingredients. But I know what I like and I know the bartenders at Japp’s can make my gin dreams come true. Oh, and the bit about stirred, not shaken…I really don’t know if I’d know the difference, but the bartenders at Japp’s stir. That’s good enough for me.


The Week in Getting Paid For Doing My Chores: I haven’t gotten paid for doing chores since I was a kid. Today though, I got a treat. I was drearily cleaning the kitchen and finished up with a trip to the dumpster. Someone else must have been cleaning house too because next to the dumpster was an open box of books. I went through them and came away with Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch. How about that?

What I Learned This Week: #165

Monday, October 5 – Sunday, October 11

The Week In First Jobs: A powerful craving for a chocolate malt led me to end my evening walk at the ice cream shop on the corner. The cashier was a very enthusiastic young man, and I could kind of tell he was new on the job, like he didn’t quite know the register keys, but he was totally getting it. He handed me my change of $5.25 with a 5 dollar bill, which I handed right back to him and told him, “You know, if you give me 5 singles you will probably get a tip. With this 5 spot, probably not.” I could see the light bulb go off as he handed me 5 bills. Or maybe he didn’t know what I meant by “spot.: Anyway, he thanked me and quickly turned his back to me to whisper in a more senior employee’s ear, “How do you make a malt?” Aww.

The Week in What May or May Not Have Been a First Job: It’s tough in the Covid Era to do anything on the fly. Businesses aren’t keeping “normal” hours and every place has new and different rules. This was on my mind Sunday when I was out running errands and needed a small bite to eat. My easiest option was to grab something from Panera. Outside of two of their breakfast items – the bakery quiches and the egg on ciabatta sandwich – I’m not a hug Panera fan. The corporate image is smug “we’re better than fast food” but the service and quality of the dining room is always exactly the same as any fast food place, except with a fire place.

Mask on and hungry, I joyfully I ordered Broccoli mac and cheese to a particularly joyless cashier. It was 6 bucks for a cup because, Panera is ridiculous. And, surprise to me, mac and cheese comes with a side dish, I mean, I thought mac and cheese WAS the side dish. It seemed to aggravate the cashier that I didn’t know I needed to order a side with my side. Well, someday it will dawn on her that I was right. Maybe.

When I got back to the parking lot to eat in my car (Covid Era dining without planning blows) I noticed my plain, not broccoli mac and cheese was cold, except for one or two warm pieces on one side of the cup. And I mean cold…there were ice chips. I tried to think of it as a Mac n’ Cheese “o Rita! Honestly, I hope the employee who thought she/he was killing it on the microwave front, really was just having a learning experience at my expense.

The Week in Dining, Purposefully: I grabbed dinner at Teak, a restaurant that opened during the Covid Era. That’s chutzpah! Teak in OTR is owned by the same people who owned one of Cincinnati’s most beloved restaurants, Teak in Mt. Adams. That location closed years ago, but there are legions of Cincinnatians who ate their first Pad Thai overlooking the city in Teak 1.0.

The new Teak has the same emphasis on service and experience. It’s one of the few restaurants where the waitstaff wears matching jackets. Swank! The menu has a large selection of options, unusual for downtown restaurant, that includes a great deal of standard Thai fair, some interesting Asian-American fusions and a sizable sushi menu.

I ate by myself, something I used to do a lot pre-Covid, but I didn’t linger the way I used to. Back in the day, when I dined during the week and the restaurant wasn’t busy, I would start on a cocktail, then amble around to ordering food, and maybe have a second drink with my meal. I’d be reading and chatting with the bartender and other patrons. Fun! In the Covid era, sitting at the bar partitioned from other patrons, I told my bartender I was not in a hurry, but my goal was to eat and get the hell out. She understood perfectly. I had a delicious, not rushed but fairly quick dinner. I don’t think eating out all the time is a great idea, but eating out occasionally, in a half-full restaurant could be a social lifeline for me, and a chance for me to support my local businesses. All good.

The Week in Love: On Saturday afternoon, a beautiful, warm fall day, I was quietly sitting in my apartment when I heard a sound system warming up in the park out my window. That would be typical pre-Covid, but not nowadays. I walked to the window and there was a group of well-dressed people socially distancing and I realized I was watching the beginning of a wedding. Welp, I’m not proud. I watched the whole thing from my apartment. The bride’s speech gutted me. I cried. I miss crying at weddings. I miss sharing the happiness of random strangers.

The blur is either my camera vs. the screen, or my

What I Learned This Week: #164

Monday, September 28 – Sunday, October 4

The Week in Dining In, Dinner Edition: Eating inside is, today, as safe as we know how to be while in the middle of a global pandemic. (I’m not making predictions for the weeks ahead.) This week I ate inside, with another person, at a full service restaurant. On a Thursday night, they were Covid full, meaning the only empty tables were the designated social distancing empties.

While I felt safe, I did not pore over the wine menu like I would have liked, reading the descriptions and making a slow and considered decision. I just went for a the flight the waiter recommended. We didn’t rush through dinner, but we didn’t linger like we might have. Of course, we couldn’t eavesdrop on other tables which is one of the joys of dining in a busy restaurant.

One way to make dining out, or honestly life itself, more enjoyable in the Covid Era is to appreciate it for what it is. Sadly, I can’t stop thinking about how eating out used to be. And sure, it used to be better, but there’s a great possibility everything is going to good again, probably different, but good. That’s what I”m trying to hang on to. Some days, and some hours, are easier than others. Pandemics are hard!!!

The Week in Stop/Go: In addition to eating dinner out, I grabbed lunch inside the Kroger Food Courtyard, a cavernous place that isn’t very busy since many downtown workers are not back in the office. I sat down with my tray of food and noticed a green piece of paper on the table. I thought it was a sticker and I picked it up. It was red on the other side. Turns out, it was a Covid Era caution – green side up meant the table had been sanitized, red side up meant the table was teaming with filth and Covid (I might be exaggerating). As a good citizen, when you leave the table, your job is to turn the paper to red. For the life of me, I kept thinking about the last time I was in a Brazilian Steakhouse and my green chip meant “more meat please” and my red chip meant “No mas!” I waited patiently for more dumplings to be delivered to my table, but my lunch hour ended and I had to go with not one extra dumpling. Damn. Pandemics are hard!!!

The Week in Covid Can’t Stop Dreams: For months I’ve been watching a young couple as they rehabbed a building down the street. At first I thought they were moving in, but as spring approached and they left the front door open while they were working, I could see the were making some kind of bar. I popped my head in one day to verify, and at that time the owner said they were going to open a coffee and cocktail bar. Standing in the doorway, masked, in the Covid world, I was impressed with her (and her husband’s) chutzpah! I’ve been watching the progress ever since. One night on my post dinner walk I passed the two of them across the street from their building gazing lovingly upon it like it was a child. Adorable.

Anyway, Saeso bar (not so much coffee) opened this week. It’s small but they squeezed two bar areas into the space, and plan to have a patio out back when the permits go through. It’s very pretty inside. The cocktails are higher end; it’s definitely aiming to be on the sophisticated, but friendly side. I love the energy of new businesses, and I since I feel like I’ve been their biggest fan for months, I want to keep rooting for them.

The Week in Puzzles: This week in puzzle news, I started a puzzle that looks challenging, which I both love and hate. I like a little challenge, but I also like to feel that I’m making progress. After all, this is a big part of my Covid Era entertainment plan. Puzzle should not be stressing me out!

My first sign that things were not going to be smooth on the puzzle front, was the issue of having two extra end pieces, even after counting pieces around the frame for equality. The second issue was when I realized I was working the puzzle upside down and it seems like more trouble than it’s worth to flip it. Based on these issues and that the actual picture that mirrors itself so images repeat, I’ve projected a 1.5 year completion time. [That number is based on the idea that if I finish this thing in 8 or 10 weeks, I will have given myself a ego boost!]

The frame is supposed to be the easy part!

What I Learned This Week: #163

Monday, September 21 – Sunday, September 27

The Week in Covid Era Dentistry: I had a cavity filled this week, an unpleasant experience in the best of times, and just about dreadful in in the Covid era. I should note that poor dental hygiene as a kid has left me with a mouth full of old silver fillings. I’m a pro at opening wide and thinking beautiful thoughts while a drill is working it’s way into my tooth. Part of my ease comes from one of the first times I got Novocaine injected. I don’t know if I was even 10 years old, but dentist did this thing where he kept the needle behind his back and then quickly moved it into my mouth before I could protest. My memory of the first time he did that what that the need was HUGE, like comically huge. It freaked me out. The next time I had a filling I was waiting for this implement with great anxiety and when I caught a glimpse of it, well, it was just a normal sized. And ever since then, since I’ve already had the biggest needle in the world in my mouth, every other filling has started off well.

This week I got past the needle phase, no problem. But in Covid, the object of the game is to reduce aerosols. To that end, they inserted a “Dry Shield” into my mouth that essentially prevented my tongue and new spit from going forward into my mouth where the work was being done. It was like wearing a sports mouth piece for a play that never ended. Luckily things when relatively quick. I have a brand new modern filling and I got more human contact in 20 minutes than I have had in months

DryShield – Autoclavable All-in-One Isolation System
This is not something I want in my mouth!

The Week in Covid Era Flu Shots: I mean, I don’t know I am possibly going to get the flu or any other communicable illness/disease with all the Covid precautions I’m living through. But, I’m all in on this public health thing so I got my regular flu shot. I got it done at work where people walking fearfully into rooms full of co-workers is normal.

The Week in Piecing Out Oktoberfest: Still nursing my bitter, bitter feelings about Oktoberfest being cancelled, I got take out from Arnold’s, a big part of how the city celebrates. I grabbed a seat at a picnic table, ordered up Rhinegeist’s Oktoberfest beer Franz, and waited for my schnitzel. Maybe not the raucous celebration I wanted, but a touch of Oktoberfest will have to do.

Quick Oktoberfest celebrations!

The Week in Moutarde: A friend was heading up to Jungle Jim’s International Market and asked if I needed anything. I haven’t been there since well before Covid, and I could think of tons of stuff I wanted, but I settled on asking for one thing that would be fun and easy to find, and something that my guest shopper could not get wrong…stone ground mustard. He found some and I immediately went to the butcher and bought a pork roast, as you do when good mustard is in your possession. The mustard was delicious. The cooked roast as about the best one I ever made. And, I got to say moutarde for a couple days!

The Week in Puzzles: TJ Maxx doesn’t have a lot puzzles, but of that small bit of inventory, they have a high percentage of weird puzzles. This week I got to spend part of an evening with Rick of Rick and Morty Fame.

Council of Ricks

What I Learned This Week: #162

Monday, September 14 – Sunday, September 20

The Week in Covid vs. Everything Else Medical: While the Federal Government screws around politicizing Covid, real world examples of the lack of leadership trickle down through hospitals and doctor’s offices as people try to navigate the unknown. I’ve heard a few stories about what a hassle it is to get routine out-patient procedures during the Covid Era. This week my Mom had an appointement for a re-scheduled a laparoscopic probe originally scheduled right as Covid descended back in March and she got a Covid test as required. Then the scope doctor called and said her test would be two days out of date by the time of surgery (even though my Mom does not leave the house) and she had to get another one. Then it was a race to see if the second test results would come back on time. Luckily they did and the results were negative.

At the med center, only the patient is allowed inside. They call the driver when it’s over and while waiting to pick up my Mom I just saw zombie-fied people being led out to waiting cars. The staff is doing their best, but the type of care they are required to give just isn’t as warm as what I would normally see. It’s sad.

The Week in Over-Selling, but in a Charming Way: On the opposite side of the emotion spectrum, I grabbed a to-go noodle salad from Coffee Emporium which the counter guy described as exhilarating!!! I mean, that is quite a sales pitch. And, it was pretty good. Maybe not exhilarating, but maybe I wasn’t feeling it because I ate it at my desk at work, the least exhilarating place to eat, ever.

The Week in Gastropoda and the Universe: My coworker decided to bring a crystal from her garden to work (don’t ask) and mid-morning she realized a live snail was attached to it. She was quite enamored, and why not? A living snail is a cool desk accessory. Mid-afternoon though, the snail detached from the crystal and was lying lifeless on her desk. Tragedy! Also, Snail Killer! She put it in an envelope to take home and I suggested the little guy needed some moisture, so she moistened the envelopeand when she went home the snail had recovered completely! Whew!

Not Gary the Snail, but a fully recovered snail!

To keep the theme of the day going, when I went out after work I had a drink a Low Spark. Their Covid deal is that you scan a QRL code and that links to their cocktail menu. The second drink on the list was Gary the Snail. Of course that’s what I ordered. I didn’t see snail appreciation day coming, but I took full advantage of it.

The Week in the Clink of Glassware: I ate at Pep & Delores one of the restaurants that opened as soon as the Governor gave the okay, and has been getting rave reviews for their handling of the situation. They have outdoor seating in a “good” tent, the kind you would rent for a fancy wedding. Their service hasn’t missed a beat transitioning into the new world, and they are a fully (Covid-reduced) capacity. And it was nice to eat on real plates with real silverware and glassware. Many, many restaurants are bring to-go boxes to your table, which I understand, but I don’t have to love.

P & D also offered their full menu (many places are offering less choices). Since I knew everything on the menu would be great, I shut my eyes, gave the menu a spin and pointed, telling the waitress to make the call on where my finger landed. It was the Limone pasta, the one I perhaps least interested in, and it was outstanding. Also, the waitress hadn’t seen anyone choose a dish like that before, so it was fun to have her play along. Remember random human interactions like that?…sigh!

The Week in Zinzinnati: Oktoberfest is one of Cincinnati’s greatest events, we’ve been told it’s the second largest Oktoberfest in the world, behind Munich, Germany. This year, our Oktoberfest has been reduced to the Chicken Dance done via Zoom, and restaurants offering Oktoberfest menus and beer and calling the dinner Oktoberfest. Fine.

My regular Oktoberfest crew had a socially distanced celebration out in the suburbs, and, based on the sale of brats, metts, sauerkraut, German potato salad, and schnitzel from my butcher shop, a lot of people around town had the same idea. Next year, hopefully, we’ll polka together once again!

Not to brag, but this is the perfect image of Oktoberfest 2020!

The Week in Steel Drum: Arts Wave is dispatching musicians around Downtown and OTR bringing much needed live music to the street. I came upon this steel drum player who, true to stereotypes, was playing Under the Sea, and then, to break the spell he followed up with I Shot the Sheriff. Covid Era music, like everything else is weird…but I’ll take it!

What I Learned This Week: #161

Monday, September 7 – Sunday, September 13

The Week in Eating Alone: I try to get carry out at least once a week even though my inner green-hippie blanches at single use containers, and my outgoing personality blanches at taking food from a place where people are back to my apartment to eat alone. Sigh! Anyway, this week I got carry out from Crown Republic, a restaurant that has functioned as well as can be expected in the Covid Era, in part because the place is run by nice people who serve good food. The Cubano I got was delicious (if slightly underseasoned), but the simple side salad was what made the meal. There is nothing about that salad I couldn’t make myself, but when someone else makes me a salad, it is suddenly the best salad in the world. And the container was eco friendly so I did not have to wallow in climate change angst.

The Week in Rating People: This week at TJ Maxx I got my yearly review, which, unlike many places I’ve worked, they always do on time, and I’m just a part time employee. On this year’s review for the first time in years I got a 5 (out of 5) for customer service. I got fours for everything else so the extra love recognizing my customer service was a nice pat on the back. I really like working with people and that’s why no matter what full-time job I have, I always stay part-time at TJ’s. It balances out my office work where I see just of a few people, and the same ones, every day.

I should note, getting a 5 on any of the criteria on the review is a rarity. Corporate reviews are less about the employee and more about protecting THE MAN’s accounting/HR/legal needs. I’m not better at customer service this year than last year but I feel like I cornered the manager’s into having to give me that score. Very satisfying.

The Week in Sporks: I bought a set of sporks…yes I did. My review: too much ork and not enough sp. I could not get a brothy mouthful of the fish stew I made. I’m considering this the starter set and the quest for the ultimate spork is on!

The Week in Puzzles: Spending so much time at home during the Covid Era, I’ve turned to jigsaw puzzles to help me fill time so I”m not always looking at screen. The internet always knows when you have a new interest and for months various platforms have been showing me ads for high-end puzzles. I resisted for a long time.

I can get a 1000 piece cardboard puzzle for under 20 bucks, so when I saw the price for a 187 piece wooden puzzle at $69.95, I was like, hell no. It wasn’t just the price that made me turn away, sometimes I have trust issues with ordering random things off the internet which often don’t look as good or work as well in real life as they do on the screen.

But this one DID look good and I finally decided to give it a try. I picked “Charming Owl” and, thankfully, it was a great purchase. The pieces feel substantial and they smell nice. The art is very pretty on the front, and very intriguing on the backside. Several of the pieces are shaped like animals which is enchanting. Once my eyes got used to the shapes, the puzzle wasn’t difficult, but because it is not interlocking I did have to use some finesse to get the pieces to stay together. (This means, I took a deep breath, slowed down, and sung some Barry White music to the pieces I was fitting together. Worked like a charm.) I think I’m going to lend out to my friends who want to give it a try. Turns out, I really got a lot for my money.

The Week in “I Guess I’m Doing This”: When I got home from the grocery, coming up from the garage Sherpa-ing what should have been two loads of goods, I went straight to the fridge to empty one hand by putting my six-pack of beer inside. As I scooched it in, still laden with bags hanging off my appendages, I pushed over the pitcher of iced tea. My first reflex was to save the package of bacon from the oncoming wave. Second, was to cuss, dramatically. Third, I got right into domestic mode, or, as a friend of mine likes to say, “I guess I’m doing this now.” Nothing like an unexpected chore! Bonus: The fridge is clean!