Friday, October 24, 2014

Typo!


I kick off my day with comforting routines. One detail is consulting my movie trivia calendar. I find it gently warms up my brain when challenged by a puzzling question. Sometimes it's more puzzling than usual due to some editor falling asleep at the wheel.


I answered correctly despite this pesky typo. Newton and Einstein watched me do a happy dance with unimpressed disdain. All of this was pushing back kitty treats time on the morning schedule. As we all know, dogs have masters, cats have staff. I'm so grateful that they continue to employ me despite my poor work ethic.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Stop Taking Quizzes!


Somewhere in my brain I innately understand the algorithms by which these quizzes derive their answers. Because the last two I took I said out loud what the answer would be before it appeared! I whispered Lucy as the little wheel spun around. And Lucy Ricardo appeared as the classic sitcom character I am most like. Then a couple of hours later I took the quiz to find out which iconic musician I channel. As the answer was being calculated I uttered, obviously, Janis Joplin. And this photo popped up...


I cannot say what I might do with this new-found skill. All I know is that I have a powerful urge to belt out Me & Bobby McGee whilst stomping grapes. Somebody stop me.
                                                                                              

Cousins of the Second Kind


My, how they have grown. The childrens as well as the pine tree. The tree would no longer fit in the viewfinder. The childrens are all grown up. My two boys are on the left and sisters Alex and Annika are to the right. I think the date is sometime in November of 1999. That's right, the previous century. Sigh.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

The Greening of my Thumb, Part Deux


See that little guy? He's about two inches tall. And he is a miracle because I have, well, a brown thumb. Remember how I have kept my almost two year old poinsettia alive? It even bloomed for me earlier this year! In May I transferred it into a larger pot and relocated it to the deck near the front door. It was happy there last summer and this year nearly tripled in size. Out in the fresh elements on the north side of the house seems to be the optimum place for it. Sometime in July I was watering the deck pots and noticed that a tiny, green bit of a branch had broken off the poinsettia. In a moment of inspiration I poked it down into the damp soil of the pot its progenitor was occupying. I promptly forgot about it. Then a couple of weeks ago when I took on the task of moving the plants indoors that I wanted to winter-over in the house I spied this perfectly leafed-out tiny plant sharing the poinsettia's pot. I know, I know, poinsettias are often propagated this way. But I have a very brown thumb. I have a lousy track record with plants and gardening of pretty much any kind. Only the hardiest of the hardy survive in my care. Which is why this baby poinsettia is pretty darn special. I should probably continue mostly ignoring it since that method has thus far been successful. It is currently potmates with a cutting off my hoya in a McCoy planter that Grandma Esther gave to me years ago.  I'm pretty sure it had a thriving plant in it at the time. Which likely withered in my care in short order. I'm hoping that this time around the McCoy pot is infused with Esther's green-thumbness. That and sharing quarters with a cutting from my magical hoya might be all it needs to survive. Oh, and the mama poinsettia is right there, too. With any luck, my thumb will be upgraded to beige.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Seizing It

The best thing about last night was just being there. Aside from the wonderful food and drink and company, sitting back and immersed in the moment was so very lovely. Not feeling the need to be anywhere else, with anyone else or to miss a minute of the togetherness by running inside to get my camera. I am happy that others took photos and shared them. Sometimes, reveling in the moment is more important to me than preserving it for posterity. The beauty of a moment is, in part at least, the fact that it is ephemeral. Being there. It's what it's all about.


This Is My Garage. Seriously.

Photo Credit, Chris Harding

Photo Credit, Marian E. Hooks


Dinner Last Night


Foolish Chicken, Basmati Rice with Carmelized Onion, Corn Muffins, Roast Potatoes with Lemon Juice and Herbs, Spinach Salad


Truffle, Pumpkin Tart on Shortbread Crust, Pumpkin Bread

*Photo Credit goes to Marian

**Food credits, Potatoes-Chris, Truffles-Jared, Pumpkin Bread-Laura, all else, me