Food Network Mischief?

Hey, it’s Jet Here.

Did you notice we did not post yesterday?  I thought about raising a ruckus with Mom until I heard her conversation with Auntie Liz.  On Saturday, Mom had this exciting opportunity to attend a taping of a Food Network show.  Since Mom is The Kitchen Counselor, you can imagine how appreciative she felt towards my Tia (Aunt) Maite’s sister-in-law, Veronica, who provided this invitation.  Well, Mom knows a bit about tv production and thought the filming might run a bit late.  The call time of 11:00 a.m. turned into a real filming time of 3:30 p.m., finishing at 6:30 p.m.

Mom then ran home to feed and quickly walk us and off to the hospital she went to visit my Grandpa.  She finally returned home at 10:30 ish, kindly (if belatedly) walked us, had dinner and began preparing for the Farmers Market the next day from11:30 p.m. to 12:15.  We went to sleep around 1:20 ish and woke up first at 4:36 and rested (well tried) together until around 6:00.

Mom intended to go to Publix at 7:00 (really went at 7:30), arrive at the Farmers Market promptly at 8:00, work until 1:00 ish, walk us, visit Grandpa, return home in time to feed us dinner, and take my dictation and post late, but POST.

Food Network mischievously changed all that!  Mom greeted Veronica in the parking lot and saw my Cousin Christopher too.  He was the paramedic on the set both days.  Mom was as proud of him as Tia Maite would have been if she was there.  Everyone at the Market pulsed with excitement with the anticipation of being on tv!

The shoot time of 9:00 a.m. became:

  • Probably 11:00, maybe 11:30,
  • We’re deciding where to film, should be about 1:30 p.m., no… make that 2:00,
  • Production assistants popped up, some standing guard like casual soldiers in the designated filming area and some scurrying talking into their walkie-talkie mikes like secret service people saying probably 3:00,
  • Assistant directors, culinary production teams, wardrobe and lights arrived around 3:30, really soon, sorry.
  • Filming began around 4:00 and went to 7:00 ish, with almost all the vendors gone!

Mom arrived home pooped, ate dinner, made her calls and fell asleep on the couch watching… Food Network of course!

Another great culinary day (for Mom!)

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Just Like Cousin Christopher

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

My human cousin, Christopher, is Mom’s Nephew of the Heart.  She told me that sometimes people become your family in ways other than birth or bloodlines.  Hey Mom, that word gives me the creeps.  Jetty, don’t worry, we’re not talking about taking blood, we’re talking about descending from the same ancestors.  Phew, thanks Mom, my stomach got a little queasy.  You know Christopher’s parents are Tia (Aunt) Maite and Tio (Uncle) Wayne, my longtime friends.  Oh, now I get it.  Good.

Cousin Christopher has so many titles after his name, I’m jealous.   Check this out; he’s an EMT, Paramedic, Firefighter and studies nursing.  Dude, I can’t keep up, I’m only one K9!  Anyway, as you know, I’m enrolled in Scooby Doo Academy’s Health and Wellness Section, read this.

Mom’s feet have improved, however J.J., according to my powers of observation, seems to have a cold.  She’s sniffling, sneezing, snuffleling and snoring.  That girl needs to learn how to use tissues!  For two days now, I’ve had to lick her runny nose, tend to something that caught my attention on her right front paw, nudge her right ear with my nose to flap it up, so that I can investigate the progress of her ear infection.  (Mom cleans her ear with earwash and medicates twice a day.)  Her already meager interest in food decreased further.  Mom handfed her twice; I think both of us felt nervous she didn’t eat.

Yesterday, Mom called Judy at Dr. Schaffer’s office.  They decided to wait one day; after Mom posts this, she’s taking J.J. for an appointment.  Many years ago, on Christmas Eve, (Noche Buena in Miami), Mugs, the cat she rescued three months earlier, became gravely ill.  When she and Mr. Fred returned from Tio and Tia’s house, he looked dead.  Try to find vet help on Noche Buena – impossible!  They found an emergency clinic and something called $3,000 later, Mugs felt better.  Mom does not want a repeat.

While they visit Dr. Schaffer, this guy’s going for a nap, this nursing stuff makes you sleepy.

Another great and caretaking day.