The Meat Sweats

Apparently there is a known or fictional physical condition on this here mighty orb called "The Meat Sweats", which may or may not befall you after you have eaten an entire rack of baby backs, er something, maybe a whole Costco chicken which a friend of mine claims to have done on at least one occasion, or perhaps the time you slammed the Emperor's 32oz. cut of Prime Rib as outlined on the menu at John Ballzell's Prime Rib World in Duluth. Whatev. I am a meat eater by trade, and I do not believe I have ever experienced "the meat sweats". I did, however, totally crack up the first time I saw talented actress/comedian and insurance advertiser Stephanie Courtney in this Progressive Insurance commercial mention said condition. So funny.

When we moved out here to Grays Harbor County, in 2018, we didn't exactly experience culture shock, but Marie and I have both noticed some very interesting cultural stuff, which we enjoy chatting about when we see or experience something that seems to be a Grays Harbor "thing". Like, for example, take chicken gizzards.

Not one of my faves. I mean I'll eat'em. However, yeah, not big on the gizzards. But I swear to you there are what I feel is an abnormal number of restaurants out here that feature the lowly gizzard on their menu. Not feelin' the cheeseburger today? Hell! Go with the gizzards then! Cuz you may want to chew each one of them somewhere in the neighborhood of 9000 infinity. Everybody's doin' it! I guess. "Did you want some ranch or fry sauce with those?"


Another interesting offering, which I myself am so very down with, is "Prime Rib Nights", at many eateries here. So since I love me a big ol' hunk-o-rare-prime-rib, just about any night, maybe a few nights in a row, thought I would throw down a list of such places and when they are serving Prime Rib, here in Grays County, below. Since you, and I, might wanna give gettin' the blinder meat sweats a try.

So here is a list of our local prime rib joints. My goal is to have one piece of prime rib at them all, and then start over. I have them organized by days of the week. In case you want to go every day for a week.


Monday:
Emily's Restaurant at Quinault Beach Casino serves prime rib every day of the week! That's your go-to prime rib place for Mondays. 78 State Rte. 115, Ocean Shores, WA

Tuesday:
Gonna have to be Emily's again, above. Also, gamblin' with horseradish breath.

Wednesday:
The Welcome Inn, 520 23rd St., Hoquiam, WA.
The Seagate Restaurant, 4594 State Rte 109, Pacific Beach, WA.
Duffy's Restaurant, 1605 Simpson Ave, Aberdeen, WA
Emily's, above.

Thursday:
Duffy's Restaurant, 1605 Simpson Ave, Aberdeen, WA
Emily's, above.

Friday:
Duffy's Restaurant, 1605 Simpson Ave, Aberdeen, WA
The Welcome Inn, 520 23rd St., Hoquiam, WA.
The Green Lantern Pub, 2119 State Rte 109, Copalis, WA
Emily's, above
Simpson Avenue Grill, 825 Simpson Ave, Hoquiam, WA 98550
Westport Winery, Westport, Wa

Saturday:
Duffy's Restaurant, 1605 Simpson Ave, Aberdeen, WA
Emily's, above
Westport Winery, Westport, Wa


Sunday:
Emily's, above

If I have made any errors here or if you have other info please contact me at ricseaberg@gmail.com

Actual piece of prime rib I was once served in Canyonville, OR

And lastly, and perhaps not very shockingly, I once wrote and recorded a song that has prime rib in it, well, "rib-eye steak" to be exact, which is grilled prime rib, titled "Food Chain", here.

Drip Irrigation

I love to garden. Today is June 1, 2019, and our little burg of Seabrook is coming alive with beautiful lush summer greenery and flowers. This in a gorgeous beach town setting. Just. Wow. It took me a few hours to get our drip irrigation system back online, since each Fall I remove my automatic watering timers and take them in to my warmish shop for the colder, wetter months to extend their usefulness. And for the last couple of days I have been helping a neighbor repair and add some additional drip to her yard. Thought I would finally write a little piece about drip irrigation.

I became interested in drip irrigation about 35 years ago when I saw a display at a hardware store and honestly I thought, holy crap I gotta buy some stock in this! Drip Irrigation is a type of micro-irrigation system that has the potential to save water and nutrients by allowing water to drip slowly to the roots of plants, either from above the soil surface or buried below the surface. The goal is to place water directly to the root zone and minimize evaporation. No brainer! So I bought some parts (so few were available in the early days of drip!), and I have been a big proponent of drip (and drip timers!) ever since.

When I was 35, I was in full swing as a bakery retailer. During those years I operated my "Richard's Bakery" of Tualatin, Oregon, and later, "Favourites Bakery" in Portland. But having been interested in gardening since I was a child, I spent what little free time I had building a pretty yard and garden. Some folk jus' get the bug! However, rising at 3 or 4 a.m. and running a store that involves both manufacturing and sales is a big task. "Dammit!" I may have been heard to mutter as I got into my car to go to work, having noticed the drooping azaleas or bedding plants. "I didn't water again yesterday!!!" Sound familiar? So when drip irrigation came along, whereby I could set a timer to go off in the middle of the night and discreetly and accurately water all my plants, I was immediately all in! Now, for 35 years I have been adding drip to my house, my business, and since about 2005, helping other folks also get set up to enjoy this easy and effective plant watering method. Whether you have plants in the ground or even a complicated line-up of pots, window boxes or some other type of planter, there is a way to get water to them automatically and consistently. 

I won't lie to you. Drip irrigating your yard or garden can be complicated. At this point, I have the advantage of oh so many years of getting to know all the available parts. First, I read up on everything about drip. I watched videos. I spent an inordinate amount of time over the years in knee pads slithering through crocosmia and lilacs, (oh yeah get some soft lightweight knee pads!), and then, I stood in front of those little boxes full of drip parts at Home Depot and figured out how every one single of them is used. And then I used them. So glad I learned this stuff. My yards and gardens have flourished brilliantly because of it. I think I may have even gotten a little more money for my commercial building because I had gardened the hell out of it and it looked great! My best advice is to check out a bunch of YouTube videos about drip before you begin. 

                                         When we gardened our commercial building

GETTING STARTED:

First, take a look at your yard and consider where your water sources are around your home. Most homes have at least one outdoor spigot or "hose bib". Analyze how you might run a 1/2" drip tube through your yard such that it passes by your trees and shrubs. Attach your 1/2" drip hose to your drip timer as shown with a hose threaded plastic adapter. Push and rock your 1/2" drip tubing into the adapter about 3/4". 

 



The best way to get your 1/2" drip into the yard to make it useful is to start with a regular 1/2" drip
line, usually black. Weave it into the yard, and then attach it to an emitter style tube, like the tan
one here. It has built in drip emitters every 16". As you continue to weave the tan drip emitting tubing through the yard, you will likely be able to pick up some shrubs along the way as you will notice that you can weave it such that some plants will benefit from the built in emitters. When you like where you've got it, and have found place to end it, use a 1/2" "endie" to close it off at the end. Great start!


KEEP GOING!!!

Moving forward you will just want to find a way to water each and every plant in your yard or garden. Using all of the different drippers and barbs, even sprayers, run either more of your 1/2" dripper tubing, or puncture your 1/2" tubing and then add some 1/4" tubing to find your way to each plant. In time you'll get good at knowing which fittings and drippers to use. Also, sneak your way into pots and planters in a similar way. Just keep moving. You'll make some mistakes. Your best bet is to really familiarize yourself with all the available parts and what they are meant for first. I encourage you to stand in front of the drip parts at Home Depot or some larger store and get to know the parts.

1/4" barbs

1/4" and 1/2" flow regulators

"On-line" and "In-line" drippers

In-line" dripper

On-line dripper

My last piece of important advice before you go on your merry way and get this drip thing on your resume is to use a long fire lighter to slightly warm your 1/4" line before you add barbs or emitters. Way easier! Pictured above!

                                           
I am gonna stop right here because fo reals you will need to do some research beyond my tract! Type drip irrigation into your browser and give it an evening. It's so worth it. My vintage nasturtiums in that window box on my man cave are already going crazy cuz they get proper water and basically all I do is stand back and watch them get full and beautiful and hanging over the basket. It's at these times that I thank The Gods of Drip Irrigation! Happy to answer any questions. Text 503-887-0111. Ric

                                               

                                                  

   

A Tour of My Old Man Armchair

Marie suddenly burst forth into sarcastic laughter last eve as we communed by the TV, dog curled up, "Wives with Knives" or some such mindless fluff on the tube, she lying on the couch, and me all cozy and comfy with my lap quilt, sitting in my completely awesome Old Man Armchair. "Whut" says I, already vibin' that she is gonna reflect on my chair situation. "Your chair", she giggles out loud, it's a damn Old Man Chair. "That is correct", says I, all confident and comfortable and assertive, within arm's reach of the remotes, a piping hot cup of Puerh tea, pens, sharpies, fresh pencils with good erasers, my back scratcher, glucose test kit, computer, wireless headphones, a selection of baseball caps, mail and other clerical, Tums, glasses supplies, Kleenex, my cane, my purse, basically an organized sexagenarian's armada of hard candy and teeth picky things and electronic stuff, oh yeah I forgot the Bose bluetooth tune box, all ready for me to connect my iPhone and rock out to the Weepies "Hideaway". And a power strip with 2 USB ports. "You betcha Orabelle", I goes, "everything an old fart could possibly need right here by my side, quit lookin' at me". So to appease my pluperfect partner's chastisement and feminine sensibility, today I removed 5 cup hooks from the compound, which I had screwed into the door, for I had admittedly, at some point, maybe gotten a teensy bit carried away with the cup hooks. Here are some more photos. I mean of my Old Man Armchair and environs.

Is this not awesome? The chair is an official "Relax the Back" zero gravity armchair. There is a knob below the left arm that engages the electric motor which raises the front of the chair and takes me back to zero gravity nirvana.

My Old Man Armchair cabinet is a sheet music cabinet handed down to me from my step-grandfather John Edward Martin, he was a great guy, and a singer. So he had a ton of sheet music, (I still have most of the old sheet music), which at one time adorned the little flat drawers in the cabinet.

Of course, in one's Old Man Armchair cabinet, you store important stuff right next to you so you can grab it anytime, and fulfill your life long destiny of championing the concept of motion economy 

I added these little divider trays a couple years ago to keep it neat

Salt duh

Cabinet side, oh yeah there are my old ratty Bose earbuds by the hanging back scratcher. But they're still workin' fine.

Cordage

I use the bottom spot for paper recycle

Go Ducks!!

My Friend Tim Ellis

2015

My friend Tim Ellis slipped this mortal coil yesterday, having valiantly fought that damn cancer in the recent past. Tim was 60. Perhaps some of you heard of the magnificent benefit concert held in Tim’s honor last month, at Portland’s newly remodeled “Revolution Hall”. The venue was packed to the ceiling with friends and fellow musicians. The program was so great, starring Pink Martini, Art Alexakis of Everclear, Steve Hale, Aaron Meyer, Tom Grant, Patrick Lamb, Michele Van Kleef, many others, and even featured the weakening Timmy playing guitar. It was a wonderful tribute for Tim, attended by many of Timmy’s friends and acquaintances he had made over many years as Portland’s best and most sought after guitarist, oh, and all around great guy. He will be so missed by so many. I offer my condolences to Tim’s wife Susan, Tim’s family, and the many, many peeps and musicians Tim had grown close to, like Jim Walker, Jean Pierre Garau, and Aaron Meyer.

In 2001, after I had battled my own health issues, I decided to begin recording again, after many years of putting music on the back burner. I had sold my bakery, had an awesome relationship going with Marie, and all of a sudden, a few new songs started coming through. I had read an article in The Oregonian about Tim and his musical and recording prowess, so I called him and asked if he would consider playing guitar on my songs, which I had recorded at home, but which needed the attention of a quality pro guitar player. So we made a date for Tim to come over and record two songs, “Forever Marie”, which tells the story of offering my hand in marriage and professes my love for my amazing future wife, and another song, "Like Him That Way", which I had written for my also amazing step-son Blaine Deatherage-Newsom, whom I had also fallen in love with.

So Tim came over, lugging a couple guitars and his amp, and his effects pedals, and we eventually made it upstairs to my little office studio. But first Tim met Blaine, which I could tell, made a huge impression on Tim. From that day forward, it went like this: when I had prepared songs for Tim to play on, I would call Timmy and make a recording date. Tim would arrive, pet the dogs, we would drag his equipment into the foyer, and then he would make a beeline for Blaine’s room, where they would spiritedly gab and laugh for the first half hour of Tim’s visit. This happened dozens of times. Blaine would anticipate Tim’s arrival like a kid in a candy store. They would talk mostly sports, in some depth, given their mutual love and knowledge of sports. The Dodgers. Tim loved the Dodgers. Well mostly. Tim was consistently respectful, warm and kind to Blaine. Major points.

Tim and I recorded over 200 songs together, mostly written by me. On that first day of recording, I saw in person for the first time the musical genius who would become my dear friend devise and play the most amazing guitar parts on the two songs I mentioned above. I am certain that Tim was moved by our family and especially by Blaine’s attitude and bravery. But I had no idea that this inspiration would translate into such magnificent guitar work. 

Here’s how Timmy would work on my songs. First, I would give him a printed lead sheet of the songs chords. Then, with headphones on, we would listen to the song, which contained all the parts, bass, drums, vocals, and make marks on the lead sheet while it played, sometimes I would yell something at him, like “SOLO”, which he would acknowledge with a nod. Then he would tell me what he wanted to do. Like “this song needs an acoustic guitar, let’s track that first”. Or, “I brought the Telly, (Fender Telecaster), let’s try this”, as he tweaked the buttons and knobs of his amp. Maybe he would say, “Hey, play the intro please I wanna be sure I’ve got this echo timed right”. Then he would say, “ok let’s record”. And believe it or not folks, this cat could then play the song, the rhythm part, the lead part, other embellishment, first time through! On the two songs mentioned above, it was one and done for all the parts. On occasion, over the years, I would just shake my head and say, “Tim, you blow my mind, how in the living hell do you do that?”, to which he would always kindly respond, “Ric, your songs inspire me!”

So yeah, amazing musician, absolutely amazing. Entrepreneur. Chatterbox. And Tim and I had other things in common too. We both started businesses, and we both owned commercial property. We were both employers and landlords. We had plenty to talk about! I am so blessed to have even known Tim Ellis, let alone to have a catalog of over 200 songs that he played on. But the thing I am most blessed for, is that Tim was a very fine and loving friend to Blaine, for which I will be forever grateful. Tim was a great friend to me, to Marie, and especially to Blaine. The world needs more people like Tim Ellis. 

Here are some of Tim's finest performances on my songs, a couple of which he speaks on:

We Talk About Cars 2015 (In the song's outro there is a short dialog between Tim and I)

The Bill Walton Song 2002 (Check out that insane guitar solo)

300 Million Chances 2014 (small talking part for Timmy in the intro)

You Went Crazy 2004 (Tim surprised me at the end of the song by yelling "Crazy" into the pick up on his guitar)

The two songs highlighted in the text above are great examples of Tim's fine work

Tim rockin' my "Airscreamer" Epiphone guitar

My story in annoying detail:

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Ric Seaberg's Killer Croutons

My diet consists mainly of high protein, low carb foods, owing to the fact that my bod doesn't process sugars as it should, and likes to tip the glucose scale right to the edge of 7, making me a perennial pre-diabetic, well, let's just say diabetic. So no ice cream. And other stuff. But I don't have a bit of trouble finding good things to eat, and whether we are cooking at home or dining out, I can always find something to enjoy.

I eat a lot of salad, maybe a chicken Ceasar, or a sliced steak salad, with olive oil, apple cider vinegar, and maybe a packet of Splenda, cuz I like my dressing sweet sometimes. And luckily there are a plethora of salad bars, really good ones, located close to home, so I like to run over there and load up. I mean really excellent, clean salad bars, greens, artichokes, shrimp, steamed and grilled asparagus tips for godsake. But one thing I seldom find to be satisfying, and lord knows I need a little starch, are the croutons! Some of the salad bar places, and restaurants, make their own decent croutons, but mostly, they suck. I had a hankering for some croutons a couple days ago, so I bought these:

Here's the ingredient statement:

Ok so maybe sometimes ya buy something to save yourself some time. I just think store bought croutons are the worst. But luckily, I know how to make croutons, since I made them for many years in my bakeries to accompany soup. Ya buy the soup, you get croutons for free at the li'l soup buffet we had set up. Man did we go through the croutons. Croutons are simple. And you can use an aging loaf of bread! I prefer french bread, or sour dough, but any kind of bread will work. And I like to slice my own bread, as shown below, so I can make'm largish:

So cut up a whole loaf of bread into crouton pieces, and put them in a bowl. Then add a half a pound of melted butter as I have done below, and 1/4 teaspoon salt, 1/4 teaspoon pepper, and 1/2 teaspoon of granulated garlic. Or season it to taste. But don't add any stupid rosemary or some other harsh spice trying to be all gourmet nshit:

Then use your hands to toss the croutons in the butter, salt pepper and garlic, cuz this way you get the butter well distributed plus also you'll recall that last Crisco party you attended in the summer of 68 in Crescent City. Of course there is no secret to making great croutons. When you add this much butter to anything, its gonna be good.

Dump on a sheet pan, I like to use some parchment paper cuz force of habit for bakers:

I sprinkled some dried parley on too for color but one could add dried parsley in the hand mixing stage.

Then I baked the croutons for about 1 hour and 20 minutes at 225 degrees, to completely dry them out, so they are nice and crunchy. Now these are killer salad croutons. Or you can eat'em by the handful as a snack. Once you start eating them, it's hard to stop! Also they freeze well so make a bunch! Enjoy!

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Christmas 2015

I have been thinking about my step-son Blaine, and Christmas, and how we will be holidaying this year without him. Kinda got a hole in my heart over here. Oh, how Blaine loved to get together with peeps and just socialize to the hilt. It has been said many times by those of us close to him, and by many others, that given his disabilities, Blaine was such a happy and smart and engaging and self confident fellow. A true inspiration to those who knew him and even those who would just meet him for the first time. Blaine brought out the best in people. If you know Blaine, first you are struck by what an amazing cat he is, and then you imagine what his life is really like, and then you remember to shut the fuck up the next time your latte is served tepid. Cuz gratitude rush.

That’s Blaine up there the year he and I raided every Goodwill in Portland for Primo Tacky Christmas Ornamentation, which we displayed proudly on the front porch of our house, much to Marie’s pleasure and marvelment. Somewhere on that table is a piece of toast someone had made into a tree ornament and then it got donated and resold to us at the Goodwill. Absolute best Christmas tree ornament ever conceived. When we do stuff like this Marie thinks we are so awesome!

The way Christmas works at our house is, my two children and their husbands and children and my sisters and their fams come to our house to visit Grandpa Ric and Grammy Marie on a weekend day before Christmas. We make merry, eat killer foods, exchange a few gifts and talk like crazy. Almost every year I am struck by the fact that the house is just abuzz with very boisterous (and loud!) conversation. And we watch football.

So the 2015 holiday party at our house is coming up soon, and well, there's an elephant in the room. And I write better than I speak, so here goes:

We all miss Blainey so much! My daughters Stacey and Amy, their hubs Tim and Gary, the grand kids, my sisters and their families, all of the Deatherage clan, Blaine’s dad’s family, and all of his many, many friends. Blaine was such a gregarious person, social to the max, loved to laugh, was always ready to follow me down some path of ridiculousness, like making Twinkies flambé. Or “Bama Bombs”. He just loved joining in on the fun. Together, we could be just a teeny bit mischievous.

But we don't miss Blaine like Marie misses Blaine. Imagine how much you miss him, and then multiply that by maybe 9000 cuz that’s my default mondo number. Blaine has been gone for almost a year, and we have passed his birthday, and we have passed other milestones, and here comes the holidays, and our family parties, while we move ahead one step at a time. And I have been watching Marie very closely every step of the way this past year.

I want to say something about Marie here as I remember Blaine and how he could just light up a room with his intelligence and conversation, his kindness, and his love. I know for sure that the reason why Blaine enjoyed life so much was because of his mom.

Marie was a great advocate for Blaine with regard to all things medical, and she and Blaine walked right past the shadow of death a few times as Blaine was growing up. Like 14 surgeries. Sheesh. But Marie was way, way more than just a medical advocate for Blaine. Marie spent countless hours as Blaine was growing up lovin' on him and teaching him things and giving him knowledge and experiences through reading and travel, getting him online at a very early age, discussing the news in depth, playing games, the litany is endless. All designed to help Blaine function and succeed in the world. Yes, Blaine came equipped with a very good ability to think, and in some areas, like math, excelled. But other behaviors that most of us take for granted were more of a challenge. Helping Blaine, especially when he was quite young, perform in school classes and stay up with classmates was challenging. Teachers were sometimes alarmed at Blaine’s lack of focus and difficulty in performing and finishing projects. I believe it was his constant companion, Marie, during those early years especially, who informed Blaine’s attitude and developed in him a thirst for knowledge and a zest for life. 

I have a couple of Marie’s keepsake boxes buried in my office closet, (my office was once Blaine’s bedroom), which I suppose have been there for over 30 years, and I have peaked into the boxes on several occasions, enjoying the trappings of Blaine’s early years, a Halloween costume (Handmade! Dinosaur with claw gloves!!), other papers and projects, dozens of “I Heart Trees” buttons, all kinds of stuff. But when I ran into the 3x5 cards, some of which I’ve pictured below, I felt like I’d found my metaphor for the depth of input Marie added to Blaine’s life. As you can see, there are several dozen of them.

During the grade school years, though most teachers and professionals were concerned and kind regarding their treatment of Blaine, and fully intended on educating him to the best of their ability, sometimes getting Blaine’s attention and keeping it could be a challenge. To them, it was alarming, and daily notes sent home with Blaine would report his daily behaviors, his achievements, or lack of focus, owing to his many disabilities.  So Marie devised a plan to help him perform better in school, as shown below on the cards. If Blaine had a good report for the day, there was a reward! And rewards designed to appeal to Blaine’s most powerful motivator, his social side! See? Brilliant. But this is just a teeny tiny surface scratch of the types of things Marie did to help him all along the way until he graduated from barely accessible Wilson High School here in Portland. While holding down a full time job, every day of her life was also filled with plans and projects and reading and rewards so that Blaine could achieve. And some kind of amazing and exceptionally deep bond was formed between Blainey and his Mom. I remain in awe when I consider the amount of input and love that this Mom displayed over all the years of Blaine’s life. And how much a mother can and will do for their children. And why my sweet wife still grieves. She still needs some more understanding and hand holding. For Christmas!

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There Goes Rhymin' Pie Man

When my days as a rock star wannabe ended in 1971, I was squirmy. I had a couple years of college under my belt, and I probably could have gone back to finish, but to be honest, that didn't sound so good. Also, I already had one daughter, and another on the way, and we all needed me to have some kind of income. And I was pretty sure I could come up with something that would actually pay me a decent wage and maybe even get some health benefits. Eventually, after a stint as a "sanitation technician" at General Telephone in Kirkland, Washington, I hired on with Safeway as a baker's apprentice. For the next several years I worked at Safeway, and also other bakeries around Seattle, owing to the fact that my boss/teacher at Safeway, Karl Ekelmann, was a well known and awesome scratch German baker with connections, and he helped me get some other baking gigs on my days off, where I could learn other things we just didn't have time to explore at Safeway.

But the music in my brain never stopped. And hasn't to this day. I didn't really have time or the money to do any recording in those days, but eventually, I acquired a little recording set up, a 4 track Tascam cassette recorder, of surprising quality, a mic, mic stand, cheesy drum machine, and a little keyboard. And of course a couple guitars. With that minimal equipment at least I could record to tape a song I had written, which didn't happen too much during the bakery years, but I did have fun taking a song to some kind of completion when I could squeeze such a project in. And when I built my first bakery, in 1975-76, in Tualatin, Oregon, I had even less time for music!

Lately, as Marie and I have waxed on about on Facebook and on our blogs, we have been "purging" old unused items from our home, trashing some stuff, donating some stuff, and basically regrouping with regard to which of our saved items are really worth keeping at this time. We have a plan, owing to Marie's reading of The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing. First we got rid of clothes, that was easy, and kind of got us into the swing of things. Then we did paper. Man it is so nice to purge completely moot stuff from one's files, like financial records and cancelled checks from eons ago, and documents and records one absolutely no longer needs. Or wants. Suddenly my 4 drawer file cabinet isn't stuffed at all. In fact there are 2 completely empty drawers! And the 2 drawers that have file folders in them are current and neat!

So after purging the clothes and paper, and other stuff, according to the book, it is best to do memorabilia last, cuz that's the hardest. I mean, I have got an absolute ton of keepsakes, photos, letters from my Uncle Chick to my Mom during the war, (beautifully written), childhood stuff, omg it is endless. But you know I think I am ready to discard my report cards from 3rd grade, even though it's kind of fun to see on every report card from every year that Ricky tends to be very talkative and easily distracted. And I am also capable at this time to let go of much other once meaningful keepsakes, jewelry I was once fond of, maybe 24 watches, and those 2 complete sets of Desert Storm bubble gum cards. Which I bought because I just thought it was so completely bizarre. And because I wanted to send a complete set to my buddy Randy McCullough because I knew he would love them.

And then I found 5 full file folder boxes of cassette tapes in the back of my closet, all my old musical efforts, which included, as I have often mentioned, a good percentage of what I refer to as the 9000 infinity crappy songs I have written. Ok they gotta go. But maybe there is some gold in these boxes, better listen to the tapes. That part was kinda fun.

I am very glad that I have had music in my life forever as my personal form of artistic expression. When I hear the old songs,  even if they are not particularly good, it's like listening to my life history in a way. Sometimes, I was just trying to write a good song, and didn't really have a huge connection to the lyrics, personally. But other songs are all about me, what I was going through in my love life at the time, ok maybe not exactly what was going on in my life, but I can certainly remember why I wrote a certain lyric, and honestly, I feel very lucky to have basically recorded a lot of my life in song.

So as I meandered my way through the boxes of tapes, I found a few that I wanted to save, try to restore. I mean just put some tapes in the back of your hot in the summer and freezing cold in the winter closet and see what kind of condition they are in 30 years later. But I still like a few of the songs, it makes me happy to hear them, so sharing. Here's a link to a page on my website that contains the old songs I am talking about, and I have added a little "story" explanation on most of them, if you care to take a listen. Thank you for your time.

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Ric Seaberg's Stovetop Potpourri!

I am certain that the zip codes of America and elsewhere are lined with kitchen addicts like myself who have discovered and rustled up some stovetop potpourri in their homes for eons. But I thought I would post my own little version, which I enjoy making very much, and then, go about my day at home with wonderful smellage wafting though our crib, whilst I catch a soccer game on TV or maybe prep a whole chicken or other groovy grub for the oven. 

I start with a large saucepan, and fill it to about 2” from the top with water. Then I cut oranges and apples, (for me it is usually the aging ones I will probably deem inedible), and put them in the pot with the water. Then I add any combination of the following list of ingredients, bring to a boil, and then simmer. Maybe all day. Or maybe just because the kids or grandkids or guests are coming and I want the house to smell great and homey. If I have thrown a roast into the oven at the same time or am baking, the smells all mingle together to form homey happiness! Also, how this stuff looks on the stove is important too. Festive! Try it!

Ric Seaberg’s Stovetop Potpourri ingredients:

If you not have all of these ingredients, use what you do have! With the spices, you don't need a ton. Use sparingly until you get a feel for how much to use.

Oranges

Apples (of course leave all skins on, make it easy on yourself, and colorful!

Starfruit

Lemons

Limes

Other random citrus like cumquats 

Whole cloves

Cinnamon in some form. Cinnamon sticks, cracked cinnamon, even ground. (I’m still rockin’ a giant box of cinnamon from baked days haha sold my bakery 20 years ago)

Cracked Cardamom

Star Anise (I find this one to be especially nice, break it up with your hands before putting in pot. I usually use 3 stars)

Pure vanilla extract (maybe half an ounce)

Almond extract (Also half an ounce)

Thank you! Enjoy!

R

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