We discovered this morning that the package of Purina Beggin Strips we purchased held a different treat, something similar to a pig-in-the-blanket. I took photos of the packaging and the contents, then called the 800 number provided. My intent was just to advise someone of the problem and then to return the package to WalMart and get the right product. Of course the call took longer than I was prepared for, but the representative was pleasant and quick enough. She requested bar code number, packaging number, description of the item, and place purchased. That was easy. But now, rather than exchanging the package, we’re to send them two cups of the contents. Purina will send a prepaid mail-in container, which will arrive in 10 to 14 days. We’ll see this through, and keep the bag and contents and send Purina what they need to determine what occurred and where. We weren’t seeking a refund. I’d pay that small amount again to avoid the niggling steps. BUT. If it were poisonous or in someone else’s hands, I’d want them to take the steps to get it identified and off the shelves. Also, I’d rather others know before two or more weeks. So, heads up!.
I’ve been practicing the fiddle this morning, “Ragtime Annie,” “Put Your Little Foot,” “Midnight on the Water,” “Rosin the Bow,” “Cajun Waltz,” and a few others.. I don’t sound “sweet” or “true” yet, but I’m better than I was a year ago. Pearly, the resident critic cat, sometimes stays in while I practice. Lily, our hound/lab mix has always been tolerant. She’ll lie in the floor and fall asleep. She has some nice traits.
While listening to versions of “Put Your Little Foot,” I relearned the steps, and also learned a little history about that dance form and that particular tune. According to one on-line source (see the video) the dance, a varsouvianna, started out as a mazurka over 250 years ago and spread. It’s also played as a polka, and is in A Streetcar Named Desire. It’s the same melody. I can do that dance now! In a speedy search, I found it had been recorded by Bob Wills, Stacy Phillips, Calvin Vollrath, and many, many more well known fiddlers. Missouri’s Charlie Walden plays a sweet version (of course) and has provided a three part arrangement which I am taking to today’s Sunday jam.
Is Trump counting on a NO vote for the GOP health bill? Is that win for him? After all, Obamacare will survive, many people will be happy, he will have tried to fulfill his promise, and the GOP can work on the bill forever, while he goes on to other matters. By insisting they vote and lose, he’s working both sides. Maybe he can have his cake and eat it too. Win-Win.
I saw Beauty and the Beast last night. The visuals and the audio were beautiful! Dan Stevens (from Downton Abbey) was a surprise, since I hadn’t read the credits. Nice surprise.
I wondered why, though, Belle didn’t eat during the grand meal prepared for her by the enchanted household. The wonder of the meal preparations and service kept my eyes and mind busy, but, still, I noticed that food was whisked away, or flew somewhere, or rolled off. Belle was certainly hungry—she had expressed so, and that’s why the meal was offered and provided. But she didn’t take a bite that I saw. (If I missed it, please let me know.)
Belle did eat with the Beast in a charming, old-fashioned way that allowed them to be equal and comfortable—and full. Since so much entertainment occurred during the elaborate dinner, I wondered if the two meals were a deliberate contrast. The simple meal with someone dear was more nourishing.
I cringe when anyone says something negative about Melania Trump, especially about her past. She’s married to Trump which makes her sympathetic in my view. She seems to be a good mother, is a bright woman, and is graceful. She may have had to struggle greatly (and still be struggling) to be where she is. I’m glad Trump acknowledged her at the beginning of his debut address to Congress and extremely glad that the attendees applauded, at least the ones I saw did so. How she conducts herself as First Lady matters more than her past or her husband. Women, especially, should help her succeed.
I wish I had not added such positive note to the end of my previous Word Press post, so I’m expanding my comments.The Moonlight winners were diminished, whether the error was genuine or fake (I believe the latter). They didn’t get time to accept the award, to be poised and articulate. They had to scurry up and share the stage with the generous-hearted La La Land people. The final scene on stage is a lovely one from the togetherness angle, and, if planned, was likely well motivated. But look who had the most time center stage. I think there was a remark circulating Oscars night about a white man saving jazz in La La Land. This final scene has a bit of that not pleasant edge.