Sedi, our little, old, German Shepherd, no longer joins us for our walks.
She gets just as wildly excited as she used to, but falls down if she's not careful.
She still spins in circles trying to get out the door, but sometimes hits her head on the frame as she dashes out.
She races to the gate, like always, but now she just stands there and watches as we go up the hill. Then she sits, waiting for us to come back, and repeats the whole nonsense as we go back into the house.
She reminds me of some older gentlemen that lived in one of the Senior Housing facilities I worked for.
The group of four decided, one bright summer day, that they were going to play golf.
They spent a week discussing the various golf courses available to them, arguing at length the pros and cons of each.
They worried over the choice of day: Would it be too crowded? Would there be leagues?
They finally selected a course and settled on a day. They made their tee time.
They spent the 4 days leading up to it carefully going over the clubs (they had to share), inspecting and polishing. They got out proper golf clothes and made certain they had good shoes.
They debated what type of side games they should play: should they divide into 2 teams; play a Scramble; Bingo, Bango, Bongo; should they bet real money or just for the fun of it.
Should they play summer rules (like they always used to, of course) or winter rules (they hadn't played in awhile, could speed things up).
Did anyone happen to have a rule book they could borrow in case of questions?
It was the sole topic of conversation for them and anyone who ventured too close.
Finally the big day came.
They were up and dressed early. Each had a substantial breakfast – they would need their strength after all.
The four dapper gentlemen left, shiny, clean (but old) clubs in hand, shortly before 9 that morning.
Shortly after 10, they returned, laughing and joking. They retired to one of their rooms, broke out the brandy and cigars, sat on the terrace and relived their game, shot by shot. They went over every stroke, every ball hit, and every ball missed. By early afternoon they were exhausted and all had a well-deserved nap.
It was the highlight of their summer.
They had played one hole.
Not the usual 18… Or even 9.
It's not about how much you do….
It's about how you do it.
Even if it's only a bit – do it with enthusiasm.
I hope I remember.
I hadn't made a quiche in awhile… It was time.
2/3 cup quick-cooking brown rice
1 1/3 cup beef stock
1/4 cup (1oz, 30gr) shredded cheese
8oz (250gr) ground beef
1/2 green pepper
1/2 red pepper
2 cloves garlic
1 tsp paprika
1 tsp oregano
2 tbs tomato paste
3oz (90gr) Cheddar or Mimolette cheese
2 tsp olive oil, plus a bit for the dish
1 cup (8oz, 240ml) milk
The Crust: Cook rice in stock according to package instructions. When done, spread out on a plate for 5 minutes to allow to cool a bit.
Lightly oil a 10" (25 cm) pie or quiche plate. Lightly whisk 1 egg. Add 1/4 cup shredded cheese and the cooked rice. Mix well. Pat into the quiche plate, working it up the sides as best you can. Bake in 400F (200C) oven for 8 minutes. Remove.
The Filling: Roughly chop the onion. Mince the garlic. Cut the peppers into strips. Heat oil in large skillet and add paprika, onion, garlic and peppers. Sauté until tender, about 7 minutes. Add beef and brown, breaking it up. Add oregano and tomato paste, stir well.
Slice or shred cheese.
Whisk eggs and milk together.
To assemble: Spread the beef and peppers over the baked crust. Top with cheese. Pour the egg mixture over all and bake for 30 minutes, until center has set. Remove and let rest 5 minutes. Slice and serve.