Lotsa Flies

Soares Clan news and views; A continuation of Two Flies. Hoo Ha.

Monday, July 31, 2006

Game Day

Gainesville

There was a Star Trek: Next Generation episode entitled "The Game" about a little stand-alone electronic game (tiny headset with speaker and eye display) that instantly addicted and enslaved anyone who gave it a try. It was the work of evil aliens who were using it to take control of the Enterprise and its crew, and would have succeeded, except that young Wesley refused to play-- he had too much homework to do, or something. Today, I found that game. It needs no headset, yet it is every bit as addictive and enslaving. It is called Bejeweled, and this is fair warning: DO NOT go to the site and download the "free trial" version. You have been warned.

I'm sure I'll get over it eventually. (Hey, I stopped for the night, didn't I?) I guess I was softened up for it's invasion by polishing off the Sunday Sudoku (level 3), then making a final assault on the level 5 of July 15, which I've tried at least 7-8 times previously. Today I finaly solved it. Only to fall victim to this new fascination...

That gives you an idea of what the day was like. Nice thundershower in the mid-afternoon, so it never did get too fiendishly hot, and there was no particular need to go anywhere.

One of those D'oh! moments when I took a look at the recipe I had planned for lamb chops: how did I overlook the bit about "marinate at least 8 but no more than 24 hours"?! After checking a few of my cookbooks and striking out, the 'Net came to my rescue with a nice recipe involving a garlic, lemon juice, rosemary and olive oil marinade, for only 15-30 minutes. It was fine! I also improvised broiling some zucchini spears, and managed to get that right too (for my own info, tossed with olive oil and Cholula spice, 5 minutes in the next-to-top rack, 4 minutes in the top of the broiler), and leftover cauli-rice.

Back to the tank tomorrow. My clothes are laid out, I have a clue about what's on tap. I hope.

Good luck getting back on track tomorrow, Mom. Want pep? Try Nordic Track and Organ! They're GRRRRRReat!! (The guy who voiced Tony theTiger died recently, which is why that quote springs to mind.)

Nearly 2:00 AM here. Need to make some zzz's.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Regulars

Gainesville

Although exact details aren't finalized yet, we will definitely be making the West Virginia trip the week of August 6. Bill wants to stay at the Glade Springs Resort, which is very close to the Gates compound, and quite close to Beckley as well. We had dinner there on one of our previous trips, but it was night so I didn't see much of the place. It will make a nice change of pace. I haven't been out of town for over 8 months(!) so I'm up for it.

Thursday night when we went to Outback, Mel still wasn't back from her vacation. Angie sprang a big surprise on us, though-- an invitation to a party for their selected "regulars" next Tuesday night! Who ever heard of such a thing? The invitation says "refreshments and Aussie-tizers," but those so-called refreshments include steak, salmon and lamb chops, as well as all their signature appetizers and Chocolate Chocolate Tower. The staff gets to bring their families, so that will be fun too.

Thunder is rumbling in as I type-- if I were you, Mom, I'd be unplugging everything and headed for shelter. Life's too short for that, and I have great faith in my UPS. [She knocks on wood.] The cat, however, has her own bunker for these occasions-- under the coffee table. If it gets really violent, she hides under the bed in Bill's lair.

Sounds like it's starting to rain, which is still very welcome. Thunderstorms every day is the typical August regime, and the flora and fauna here just don't do well without them.

Speaking of fauna, Bill and Carrot take a morning stroll in the back yard. Yesterday they were surprised to see a young doe at the back edge of the property. All three saw each other. Bill picked up Carrot, just to be safe, and then they heard a thrashing further away, and here came the young fawn, bumbling back to it's mom. It's fun living on the edge of the woods, however small that woods may be.

A nice slow Saturday. Slept late, didn't hurry anything, got the 5-star Sudoku done. I'm completely addicted now-- day just isn't complete unless I solve one (online) and it's the first mind game I play now. I can do the 1-star ones in about 10 minutes.

Having the Publix so close tends to allow me to delay the weekly food shop til late afternoon, since I know I can do it in about an hour, and won't be tempted to go to other places like Best Buy or B&N. This procrastination also promotes real Q&D meals-- like today's already-roasted chicken (mike it for six minutes, and there you are) and a salad of spring greens, chopped apples, blueberries, walnuts, raisins and dried cranberries. We had half of it, with blue cheese dressing. The rest I'll turn into a chicken salad with the leftover bird later in the week. I did do some token cooking, making fried Spanish cauli-rice from the rest of the cauliflower I shredded early in the week. I've yet to master this one so it comes out the way I want it to, but it always tastes good.

Swiffered the floors, which completed the weekly Blessings except for the coffee table stack and the bathroom floors. Tomorrow for that.

Forgot to tell you I'm proud of you for doing your NT and organ yesterday, Mom. Any day that you get both of those in deserves a big gold star, I think, no matter what else you do or don't do. They probably do more for your general well-being than anything else other than eating and sleeping properly.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Sleeping in Summer

Gainesville

It's official: Library West will reopen next Wednesday at 1:00 PM. There are still problems (especially with the Starbucks, that hasn't even produced plans, let alone started their construction-- will open too late to do me any good). There are other simmering issues that Bill has to deal with, but at least getting this fracking building open at last is going to happen.

Plan for the WV trip is week after next, but given what I know about all the various situations, it could be delayed still further.

Finished reading More American Splendor, and Rusty Witek's discussion of Pekar in his wonderful Comics as History, which I've read all of it now except his discussion of Jack Jackson.

Routines are getting done. While clothes were being washed, dried, and folded, the transition between Seasons 1 and 2 of BG were ... watched does not describe it, more like experienced, or endured. Great stuff.

It is hideously hot here too, but of course we expect it. Still, it's worse than usual. Our AC is hard pressed to keep up, and the nice cold terrazso is our friend for bare feet, and who knows, maybe it will be nice for sleeping soon.

Mom, my memories of summer in Iowa involve sleeping below ground (the basement) as the only place that was anything like cool. It was musty and dank, but at least it was cool. Keep your AC on for sleeping at night-- your comfort is at least as important as the kraut's, after all! And if I were you, I'd break a window or two in your sun room, then hang heavy reflective curtains on the south facing windows and keep them closed until the snow flies, or you get seriously cold, whichever comes first. These are cruel, cruel summers.

And so to bed. Maybe on the terrazzo.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

The Red and the Blue

Gainesville

Hmmmm.. should I Blog or watch Battlestar Galactica season one finale? A no brainer-- yet here I am at the bleepin' computer! The winning argument was, the DVD will be there tomorrow, a post today about today will not.

And glad I am now that's the way the argument went-- an event-packed day from Mom, and the welcoming of a new car into the family: Red! Goes so well with my Blue-- they're cousins, after all. Bill had to come in to see the pictures, as he's very car-oriented. He wasn't familiar with this model. Nice color! And of course, it would be right at home in a '30's gangster movie. Yes, real cars are sweet, aren't they? Every day I marvel at the ease of putting briefcase and lunch on the floor of the back seat, and stepping gracefully into the front seat without having to clambor up. Similar ease of debarking once at the destination as well. Let's hear it for Real Cars! And congrats, Sandy.

Mom, sounds like the ups outweighed the downs by a considerable margin.That sprinkler system is a big project, and you have to accept some delays. (Just ask Bill about how this works. And then be prepared to listen for a long time.) Your food choices today sounded good, and I'm happy you saw the indigo bunting finally.

I made myself do the third thing I'd been putting off-- actually something to do with my erstwhile job-- looking into what would be involved in cataloging some of these boxes of comics we've been accumulating. Officially, what we have now is the spreadsheet from hell (some 8,000 lines, but not formatted as data, alas). I picked a couple of samples, Action Comics and Walt Disney's Comics and Stories, and worked to extract library-type holdings information. It was ardulous, but doable. Labor intensive rather than data-driven. And management in the department where they're housed is "in transition." There are many obstacles. But it's a start.

Still dunno the shape of the days to come. Have probably worked my last Friday, except for Sept 30, but aside from that, it's all in flux. No fixed date for opening the building, so no fixed schedule for trip, or for how I distribute my remaining annual leave.

Whumped up a nice desperation dinner tonight: some leftover crockpot beef stuff I'd frozen made the basis for one of my favorite old standbys, 20 Minute Tuscan Soup. No matter how I abuse it, that one always rescues me. Tonight it gave me a couple of ready-to-mike lunches, and an extra hour (no chopping or other mis en place required, so easy clean-up) to write a few bills and read a few pages of More American Splendor.

Thursday tomorrow. I get to work at home and get caught up on professional reading, email, and drafting the comics cataloging project proposal. Sounds good to me.

And so (do I hafta SAY it?) to bed.

Red comes home

I always thought a four-day week should begin on Tuesday, since Monday is always such a drag. But when summer school went to four days with Friday off, that was o.k., too. Anyway, the four-day work week is much more civilized! The French used to know about these things, and still have a few clues about it.

Haircut a good idea. I finally gave up on wanting Sparkle Plenty (or Elsa Martin) hair and get it cut regularly. Helps it be a little more like hair. WVA trip should be fun whenever it happens. I am eager to see your new building.

So we got out into the corn early today. Discovered it would have been better to do it yesterday, but that's the way it is. It took less than an hour to get it all approximately standing up. Hope it does not happen again. We've thought about stringing some sort of lines, but Charlie says that corn is too heavy and would break said lines or pull out stakes. Anyway, the garden is somewhat back in order. Beans still holding off but not for long.

Dinner tonight was grilled chicken breastlets (Caribbean rub from FC 79), roasted potatoes and garlic, and grill-fried (in the magic Gorilla Skillet, a woky thing with holes that goes on the barbecue) eggplant, zucchini, onions, peppers and turnips. Only thing we bought was the chicken. Guess we know what we need to do next.

I don't ask myself as many questions as you do upon waking, Suze. All I ask is "what weird karma put me with someone who gets up so bloody-blinkin' early??? I don't mind six or six-thirty, but five?

So, Red came home today, and here he (some cars are boys) is. How wonderful to have an acutal car again!! These photos make him look bigger than he is.

This plate frame came from Mom & Dad from one of their train trips. By the time we took the Starlight (which we did twice) our perk was a deck of cards the first time and nothing the second. They were falling on hard times. Still a great, great trip.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Daily

Gainesville

Tuesday, the new Wednesday-- the middle of my work week. I got two things done I'd been putting off: got my hair cut to shoulder-length-- the shortest it's been in many years. I'm very happy with it, and want to keep it no longer than this. David was stunned when I told him what I wanted, as was the girl who works there and knows me. Bill didn't notice until I mentioned it!

The other thing was making an appointment at Big Personnel at the stadium to do some pre-retirement stuff. It will be the week after next. I'd changed my annual leave schedule around to accomodate a possible trip to West Virginia next week, but looks like the new library building may actually open next week sometime. Operative word is MAY! No promises!! If that schedule holds, I'm hoping we can push the WV trip back two weeks so I don't have to reschedule things yet again.

Didn't cook last night, since we'd eaten a big lunch. Discovered I couldn't do the scheduled beef curry thing because I'd forgotten to get the required broccoli-- or rather, I failed to notice that I needed broccoli for TWO meals this week. So went with what I had planned for tomorrow: Leanne's Turkey Skillet with Browned Onions -- sez it all, except that the turkey was small thin cutlets, and it was finished with a white wine/ butter sauce. It was surprisingly good, along with cauli-rice and leftover asparagus (which we both like better cold, it seems).

Tuesday is also the day I don't have a routine FL committment. Spozed to the some Me Time scheduled. How come I never seem to find that? We got home just before 7:00, nearly 8 before I got dinner on. Clean-up and evening routines somehow ate up the rest of the time until the Bar opened, and here I am, blogging. No time to watch the Eureka pilot, and too late to tell TiVo to get me a season pass. At least the SciFi channel is forgiving, in that it shows things over and over, and TiVo knows about them all.

Oh Sandy, you poor dear -- a corntastrophe! I seem to remember than the one time we had a decent corn patch while I was gardening at F.E. we had a similar blow-down. It's heartbreaking. I wonder if it would work to string a sort of clothesline down each row to tie them to after the first felling? How the hell do commercial corn growers deal with this problem? And I didn't think your post was smug in th least: just happy with a bit of well-deserved pride.

My mind boggles at the picture of the cabbages, though! Somehow, I didn't allow myself to picture the reality of a six-pound cabbage. Holy Moly! Are you sure those things aren't on steroids? Seems like one of them would indeed keep you in kraut for at least a year, Mom! Wish I could taste some of it. I've never attempted my own kraut.

I envy you the dumpster. Bill priced them at one point and balked-- we could just load up Blue ourselves and... I know better. Not gonna happen. So it will have to be the 15-minute drill here. If I could ever get myself back into that declutter mode again. This has always been the hardest part of FL for me.

Glad to hear of your progress in the bedroom. It's actually what the Brits call a "bed sit"-- a nice enclosed living space for sleeping and sitting with its own bathroom. It's good you're thinking about sewing again, but don't forget your Nordic. A little bit of that each day seems to go along way toward making you feel happy and energetic. And I'm a weather fan too, of course, but sometimes it's good when the excitement passes you by. Just ask anyone who's been through a hurricane.

Time to take off the lace-up shoes and call it a day. My eyes cross at the thought of proofing this, so I'll have some cringe-worthy moments when I look at this later, usually in an attempt to figure out what I've already said, but sometimes as part of the morning interrogation:
Who am I?
What planet is this?
Do I have a job?
What day is it?
Do I have to fly somewhere? ...
You know. Everyone goes through this every day, am I right?

vegetable hell

Well, I should have known better than to be so smug. And I should have taken a photo of the corn yesterday. Anyway, here's one a couple of weeks ago.
And here's one this morning.
This is not as bad as it seems; it happens nearly every year. But it is a GIGANTIC pain, because each stalk has to be stood up and a shovelful of dirt put on the down side. Then one must hope it doesn't happen again, because subsequent standings-up are much, much harder. A drag!

Brighter spot:

And here are the cabbages:

Anyway, it's supposed to storm again tonight. Tomorrow we'll spend a couple of hours standing the corn back up.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Northern Adventures

Gainesville

Wow, two wonderful and exciting posts in one day!

Thanks for the glorious garden update, Sandy. Indeed, it's garden paradise you describe-- the payoff for all your hard work so far, in it involves... lots MORE hard work. But as you have wisely noted, work = sanity, as long as you are your own boss. I hope the dire weather Mom describes did not do lasting harm. Good thing young Ben's visit was the night before! All that Sturm und Drang might be a bit much for a small person still trying to get used to overnights in strange places. Please keep us posted on how our friendly local produce survived. I love it all, and what wonderful pictures of Ben.

Mom, I hope you enjoy your bunkering in your bathroom-- it sounds to me like you are living in World War II London and expecting bombs. My advice would be, shut off the radio, and only go into huddle mode when you are frightened by what you hear and see around you. That's what we do here in Florida-- we'd live most of our lives huddled in the hall if we heeded every local weather alert. Good that Marty and Julia ventured out to check on you, though. And... turn on your cell phone during such times!

Just another manic Monday here. I brought a lunch (leftover pasta). Barbara wanted to go out to lunch (which I half expected). Unexpected was running into the big boss in the parking lot, and having her compliment me on the top I was wearing, at some length. It's a t-shirt with tiny flowers of red, coral and white that I picked up from a final sale rack at Target about a year ago.

Nice lunch at Olive Garden (Barbara's choice). Probably more pasta than Bill wanted but we all enjoyed it anyway.

Recovered access to TiVo tonight, and the dear is recording Eureka as we speak. I watched enough of it to decide it was worth it. Twilight Zone meets Twin Peaks meets Northern Exposure, looks like, in the brief bit I saw. That's enough to want to check it out further. But instead, I came here, and I'm glad I did.

Let the record show that towels were changed, washed, dried, folded, and put away. And further, that the Countdown is now under 68 days. Please forgive me if I obsessively post the countdown numbers here-- it annoys the daylights out of Bill whenever I mention it, as his numbers are so much larger, the poor dear.

vegetable heaven

I shall try to keep this within some kind of reasonable control, but it's been a long time. I apologize in advance for the lack of specific blog answering. I see now that I haven't written for more than three weeks!

First of all, the garden. It has changed radically since the last photos I sent. Let me take it in geographical order, moving north to south. All beans are thriving. The Kentucky blues finally are climbing, but not as enthusiastically or thickly as the meraldas. They aren't as dense, either, and will be easier to pick. I think we have about two more days before beans knock on the door and take over the house. None big enough to pick yet, but many visible. This will take several hours a day until we get tired of picking and freezing them. The bush shell beans, little reds and canellinis, (as well as the pintos, in the lower garden) are coming along nicely. Should have a good crop of little reds and pintos, particularly.

Peas are done, vines pulled out, pea fence down. 45 packages in the freezer. Potatoes are finally dying back, though not fast enough for Charlie. One should really wait until the plants are dead to do the major digging, giving the potatoes enough time to develop a good skin. We've dug 2/3 of the Yukons anyway; Charlie wants to rescue them from the mice, who are legion in that area. The Yukons are beautiful (we hope they'll keep o.k.), and we've dug enough russets to have eaten some of them, too. They bake wonderfully, even when slightly young. We are holding off on any more digging, but it's hard. I saw a stripy snake down near the potatoes today; it may eat some of the mice (though the only thing we've seen one eat was our resident toad last year). Charlie has also set some traps. Puss spends some time mousing down there, but we've seen no evidence of success. She prefers to catch mice near the house so she can leave the guts on the deck.

Edamame may fail. Covered with aphids, discovered too late, we believe.

That's the upper garden. In the lower area, the onions are huge and will be picked in a couple of weeks. They're beautiful, as big as we've ever had. Leeks continue to grow. They'll be harvested sometime around late September or October. Broccoli all picked. 35 packages in the freezer. Boy does it ever take up freezer space. (Note: we eat these things every day for a couple of weeks; don't think that we just bring everything up and pop it in the freezer.) Cabbages all harvested, a total of eleven heads. Five were big like the one we gave Mom and Marty. We've eaten all but two of the small earlier ones. They keep for a long time in the fridge, but I'll eventually blanch and freeze some. Cabbage makes a nice change in the endless round of beans, peas, corn, and broccoli of the winter.

The fennel is wonderful. What a great thing to grow. We've been eating it almost since it came out of the ground. It started as feathery leaves to cut up and add to salad. Now it's about the size of asparagus. I used six small ones in a FC recipe (more when I get to that category). Tonight I'll make some braised baby fennel from Mario's cookbook. As we thin it, the remaining ones get bigger and bigger. We anticipate some nice big bulbs before this is over.

Let me interject here that one should not even think of lettuce. Too hot. I've started some little ones under lights, hoping to get some late in the summer to have with tomatoes.

Zucchini, green and yellow, suddenly abound. Made an odd Mario zuch concoction for lunch today, fried in slabs and then marinated with a dry mix of basil, a little hot pepper, salt, black pepper, and a little vinegar. Very good, very intense. Peppers of all kind are blooming. The only production yet is a few bells (made shish kebobs the other night using onions, green peppers and zucchini along with some nice local beef). I did pick one jalapeno and use it, but the peppers come slowly. Eggplants are producing (ichi ban, a small thin Japanese one, about 10 inches long) and we eat them a couple of times a week. I just split them, coat them with olive oil, and cook them at 450 degrees until they're done, about ten minutes. Ambrosia.

The garlic has all been pulled (over the weekend) and is drying on screens in the shed. Before the onions can be harvested, the garlic has to be cleaned up, edited, and hung on nails in the shed so there's room for the onions on the screens. A wonderful garlic harvest this year. Last year's was mediocre (though we still had garlic until we started using this year's). Tomato plants are HUGE. Making tomatoes, but none ripe yet. Cucumber plants are growing, but we will remain cuke-free for a couple of weeks more. We planted one cantelope hill, and it looks like it'll give us a dozen small melons. If that happens, it'll be a first.

Then there's the corn. It's about seven feet tall (I really need to take a picture of it), all tasseled out and beginning to show silks. I'd say that Corn Day will be early this year, probably in two weeks. Often it's the end of August before we get corn. We're fighting aphids there, too, with lots of water (the soaker hose is nearly constantly running, in one spot or another) and with insecticidal soap.

The weather continues hot, wonderful for making things grow, but of course we have to water. The real farmers, who do not have the luxury of irrigation, are suffering terribly. It's depressing to drive around through the fields of dying corn.

That's more than you really wanted to know about the garden, but there it is. It is the most wonderful time, because I can pick recipes by what's available, then head down there with a sort of shopping list of what I need. Forgot that the shallots are now usable, too.

Mainly, it's amazing how much happens in just a few weeks in the middle of the summer! The season goes so quickly!

FC 80 looks good, but it's not the wondrous, legendary #79. Yesterday I made the Mexican-style slaw (p 47), which is quite good. I happened to have a big chunk of jicama left over from making one of the #79 chopped salads last week; the rest came out of the garden. I'm in a cilantro moment, but they come and go quickly, since the stuff goes to seed so fast. It reseeds itself, but then it takes a while to get more. I can't keep up with planting it, though I always have good intentions. Anyway, the slaw is quite good. I think it has too great a proportion of jicama, though. I suggest seeding the jalapeno. It's plenty hot.

I also made the potato and fennel salad yesterday. Doing them both was a lot of cooking, but we were watching the British Open Championship, so this kept my hands busy as I monitored the golf. This was quite a good salad, and also used a lot of garden stuff. That's where the bottoms of the six small fennels went. One recommendation, for anyone out there who's actually going to make one of these potato salads: I cooked the potatoes early, and of course just wanted to eat them all when they came out of the oven. Then they sat around for three hours, and were not particularly good in the salad. Tasted like old cold potatoes, when a few hours before they'd been glorious. I suggest making them just before putting the salad together. Let them cool some, but put them in warm. I'll try this with one of the others (waiting for tomatoes and corn for the first one, beans for the fourth one) and report.

And there's Ben. It was his idea to spend the night, because he wanted me to make him French toast for breakfast. I also think he wanted to see if he could do better and not cry for his mom and dad. So he was wildly excited about this all week (according to both Marty and his daycare lady). I picked him up at two on Friday afternoon. We paid a short visit to Oma, and then he was ready to go to the farm. He really loves it here. We spent some time running around outdoors, and then he watched the first LOTR for about half an hour while I prepped dinner. Then he wanted to go to the basement, and we did some exploring down there. After that he asked to go to the "upstairs basement." I finally figured out he meant the attic. Funny how kids can figure such things out: places where there is stuff, but where you don't live. I told him he had to wait until Charlie got home. When Chas arrived, Ben immediately wanted to go to the ALLIC (we'll probably call it that forever). Charlie took him up; you will see in a photo what he brought down.

It was always a special treat for Julia to go up there, because it's old toy city. Ben had not been enthusiastic the one time he was up there; it's dirty and buggy; now he loves it. But he was also very excited about looking out the allic window: "It's a tall building up there!!" In the morning Charlie showed him the "tall building" window from outside, and he was very pleased.

Dinner was home-made french fries, which he devoured, broccoli (he likes to eat the blossomy part off, giving the broccoli a haircut), and some chicken fingers (which I devised from Julia the Child's fish stick recipe, something she still makes every time she comes here) which he would not touch, even though he'd requested chicken. I'd tried to make it kid friendly, but failed. He filled up on ketchup.

He took a long bath, playing intensely with the two bath toys I have here, I read him some stories (including his first runthrough of Cotton Cat and Martha Mouse, a favorite of Marty's and Julia's). He wanted to sleep in his clothes, since he did last time, but there was no problem, no weeping. My house rules for kids' bedtime are simple. One can stay awake as long as one likes as long as one is in bed reading. They can read all night if they want to. And no one is ever forced to sleep in the dark. They can have as much light as they like.

He was up with us at six in the morning, wanting his French toast. He likes little French toast, so I make a quarter of a slice at a time. He ate three. After breakfast he and Charlie fed the cows some small limbs Charlie had cut.

Then we went to the garden to work, and he held out for about 45 minutes. He and I came back to the house, and he watched cartoons (good ones) until Marty came at 9:30. Anyway, it was a very successful visit. At one point Charlie asked him what would make him (Ben) get big enough to be an astronaut (this part of a discussion we were having). Ben said: "Exercise. And eat healthy fruits."

And last bit of news. I am buying a new car, which I'll pick up on Wednesday afternoon. The gas for the suburban was killing me, and really, now, we don't need to have three full-sized trucks. So I'm getting a red Chevy HHR, very whippy. I fell in love with the PT in CA, but it's really too small. The HHR has a lot of the same cachet, but a little more room. I am very excited about this. I'll be glad to be driving a car again! I'll post a photo when Red comes home.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Tamarinda

Gainesville

It thundered and rained most of the day, which kept it cool as well as helping ease the aquifer deficit. It discouraged me from going out on errands, though. We had espresso made with French roast, and it was different but quite nice. We can make do with it this week, I think.

Otherwise, I got a lot done: changed and laundered the sheets, did prep for meals later in the week, got the bathrooms and their floors cleaned, decluttered my coffee table stack and cleared a couple of hot spots. I call that a win. Got all my routines done too.

Another week ahead like the last one: into work Monday-Wednesday, work at home Thursday, Friday vacation. I find this quite a nice schedule, and am definitely more productive. A 3 or 4 day work week would probably work better for everyone in the long run, in addition to solving unemployment.

Tonight's dinner was a winner-- sauteed chicken breasts topped with a wonderful combo of sliced onion, diced zucchini, red pepper, celery, tomatoes and some chopped spinach, along with some basil and oregano. Spozed to have garlic in it too, but I plain forgot, and we didn't miss it. Had this with some REAL pasta (well, the low-carb type, anyway). I'm tired of spaghetti squash, and actual spaghetti tasted wonderful to me.

Watched part 1 of BG season finale tonight. Wow! Amazing I was able to stop myself from plunging into part 2 -- but that would make the wait for season 2.1 all the more agonizing. It should arrive Tuesday or Wednesday. The rest of season 2 is due out in September. I wish our AV were working-- I could get TiVo to get reruns I haven't seen yet. This is the first time I've actually missed the monster. That, and the vague interest I have in a new series on SciFi called Eureka.

Still engrossed in More American Splendor, about half way through it. The stuff about being on Letterman is a hoot. Sandy, I'll send you a DVD of the AS movie, as it's a brilliant and innovative film in addition to being a great introduction to Pekar and his work.

And happy to hear you'll be reporting on a slaw and a potato salad. Hope you'll also fill us in on Ben's Sleepover Adventure.

Mom, please continue reporting on the progress of your kraut. And I'll bet you were the only person in Saalfelden struggling over and Apple II back then! Talk about being ahead of your time...

I leave you (I hope) with a picture from south of San Diego.


Saturday, July 22, 2006

San Diego Dreaming

Gainesville

Wow, what a saga with the giant cabbage, Mom. Making one's own kraut is well beyond anything I'm likely to attempt, especially after hearing all these trials and tribulations. Interesting that the latest FC (#80, just arrived today) has a couple of really interesting sounding slaws featured. That's probably the first thing I'll try out of it, although I'll use pre-shredded stuff. (Isn't there some kind of booze made from cabbage??)

I've only had a chance for a brief look at FC #80, but already there are a bunch of things I want to try. My heart breaks at seeing the roasted potato salads I will NOT be trying, though... Sandy, I'm counting on you to scout this issue out and give us reports on what is worth the trouble.

Typical Saturday here: food planning and shopping. This week it will be straight Leanne. All seem doable, and after a week off, more interesting. Tonight we had Jack Fish (cod filets topped with chopped tomato/ scallion/ basil mix and baked in foil, finished with shredded jack cheese), steamed asparagus and fruit salad that featured beautiful black cherries. Bill and Carrot both loved the fish-- I'd had a big lunch (leftover steak and baked potato from Outback) and so was less enthused. I have some prep work to do tomorrow to make the week tolerable foodwise. No espresso beans at Publix-- got some French roast instead. Will go out in search of the Real Thing tomorrow.

Finished American Splendor 1-2, and now reading the More... volume. Also have Our Movie Year ready to go, but now realize that I don't have the only one Hatfield really talks about, Our Cancer Year. Oh well.

Watched the start of the 2-part (season one) finale of Battlestar Galactica, and then just stopped. Was unable to find season 2 (part 1) when I went to Best Buy Friday, so came here to order it from Amazon. Meanwhile, Bill and Carrot arrived to fall asleep in the big red chair (he had an early morning online Raid, she sleeps most of the time). He has no problem with the TV going while he snoozes, but I think BG is so good that I don't want to spoil him inadvertantly with what I know is going to be an amazing two hours.

Forgot to mention that as we drove to Outback Thursday evening, we had a rainshower in full sunlight as we made the left turn from 441 N onto Williston Road W. The brilliant, vivid rainbow ended right in the median of Williston Road S/Waldo Road N. I fully expected to see a pot of gold sitting there, as I've never seen a rainbow end so close to me before.

We should be in San Diego right now. Damn.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Here Comes the Weekend

Gainesville

Still here. But about to check out for the night. Let the record show that I went out to do errands on an official Vacation day, and spent nearly every minute since reading American Spendor (the combined 1-2 volumes), surprised how impossible it was to put down. Harvey Pekar was writing blogs (in comic format) before anyone knew what blogs were, and he had to find people to draw them for him. I've only a few pages to go, but will save them for tomorrow.

We had wonderful hard rains both yesterday and today, at sunset. Last night we got drenched getting from Outback to the car. Tonight Bill made it home just before the skies opened. The cat takes a dim view of all this, but we are pleased.

How are things going at the garden? Was nice to hear about Ben's planned sleep-over -- and also his plans for retreat if it didn't work out! How sweet that it was Julia's presence last time that convinced him things would be okay. Yes, there is nothing like a sister nearby to give a person courage when staying the night in the care of grandparents out at the farm.

Nice to have the daily life details of an American couple in Saalfelden, along with their snazzy new Apple computer. Keep 'em coming, Mom.

Still trying to catch up with sleep lost earlier in the week. Fingers moving, but connection to brain unreliable. Film at 11 (i.e., details over the weekend).

And so to bed.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Cabbage

Gainesville

Couple of good FL testimonials tonight: the one who listed all the things she DOES do routinely (I frequently remind myself of this in my head, but really ought to write it down, for the record) and the one that mentioned Sudoku specifically-- that doing them "as long as you want" is NOT self-nurturting. I'm happy to report I spent zero minutes with my 7/15 monster.

Again with the six hours of sleep. Something in the paper tonight about studies that show it makes you cranky, negative, unproductive and unhappy. Duh! Tell it to the institutions that insist 60 hours a week at your job is the minimum expectation. You get a lot of strung-out, angry, exhausted and stupid people working for you. I can't wait to leave this crazy mindset behind. 74 Days 0 Hours 34 Minutes 04 Seconds and counting...

I got back to my comics ads project today, but wasted a lot of time on porting the latest versions of PowerPoint drafts back and forth via CD-- picked one off the wrong stack this morning, a CD-R, when what I needed was a CD-RW. Oh well, at least it did the job of synching up what I'd done at home with work, and vice versa this evening. I'm set to work on it again tomorrow

Tonight we got home at 7:00. I had a Plan A (Easy Chicken Alfredo) that involved an actual Recipe, but was indeed easy. Had it on the table at 7:40. And it was quite good. The kitchen is back to routine shape, the bar maid has served two rounds of drinks, the cat is curled up in her Amazon box (her current favorite snooze-spot). All is well.

It didn't rain today. I never got the caladiums sprouting in the lawn protected, but Bill did it this morning, and so they survived the lawn-guys' visit. We've had enough rain recently that things are growing again and looking mildly junglish, and the mosquitos are fat, happy and slow-- easy to spot and swat. I dispatched four myself, and Bill a few more.

I never got my hair cut. How hard can it be to walk across University Avenue and into the little strip mall behind Florida Bookstore and have David (a great friend of Bill's) make it shorter? It's going to be so much harder to do it post-retirement (PR). And yet, it's hard enough that I put it off three days in a row. Sigh.

Nice you got to see Sandy today, Mom. A cabbage that weighed HOW much?? Good grief! That makes me think of the only comic strip today that made me laugh. I will try to post it here. (Click on it to make it bigger.)

Tomorrow is Thursday! I'm taking Friday off!! Five days until I have to go back into TankWorld!!! Seems like every day there is news of another unexpected departure. (Bye, Tatiana...) I would be willing to bet that more staff will have left the Library in this rough calendar year than any year, ever. Sounds like a project for some budding library historian. Are there any?

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Denied!

Gainesville

I admit it: I fought the (July 15) Sudoku once again tonight, and Sudoku won. Again. This time I was down to the last two squares when it failed, and nothing I could do would fix it. My Iowa/Scorpio stubborness refuses to concede a fairly honorable defeat. After several weeks of success, this is hard to take. I don't know why this one is so much harder than all the others.

Great to hear you're into the organ again, Mom. Strangely enough, I just assumed that any song with "Georgia" in the title was "Georgia on My Mind," and not "Sweet Georgia Brown" -- so we were on the same musical wavelength.

This afternoon I had to walk an incredibly stupid piece of paperwork that required my signature and Martha's. It's a form for faculty with boxes for what percent of time spent teaching, researching, clinical trials, etc, etc., none of really relevant to librarians. This particular deadline is for the Spring 05 semester-- but somehow it's suddenly urgent. This is the stuff that I'll be glad to leave behind. Anyway, this gave me an excuse to trek to the new buildinh for the the first time in weeks, and what a lot of change.

I saw Bill's office for the first time (his arrangement of furniture has caused considerable consternation) and got to ride the escalator. As I was leaving I ran into him, doing one of his many walk-throughs-- this was one was trying to locate missing chairs. There is still no date for the soft opening, as the director wants everything perfect even for that. Ah yes, Perfectionism: we may never open at this rate. And Bill can't really take annual leave until it does. The WV trip is in some doubt. Maybe I'll end up taking all of September off.

We got home at 7:15. I declined offers of Subway or pizza delivery, because there was an easy dinner on tap: a ham slice to broil, shredded cabbage to braise, and green beans to blanch. Had it on the table in 30 minutes flat, and it did us fine.

Hot, hot, hot. But what else is new. A little rain this afternoon along with constant low level thunder-rumbles.

The usual morning and evening routines got done, but not much else. Physically too tired to move-- probably all that walking, following Bill around while he searched for chairs-- more exercise than I usually get.

Gotta hit the sack. One more day of sleep dep this week. I think I can, I think I can...

Monday, July 17, 2006

Background Noise

Gainesville

Got through long day on five hours of sleep, with the help of iPod. Deadly quiet in the halls of CatMet while the big cats are away on their Leadership Retreat.

Caught 20 winks (minutes) when we got home, then manufactured a meal of broiled lamb rib chops, simple cole slaw and veg + dip plate (zucchini, celery, carrot and cauliflower with store-bought dip). Everybody happy.

Mom, that weird fish dish I made last night was from the 15-Minute Low Carb cookbook, and it didn't take much longer than that. Bottled tomatilla sauce, of course.

Bill had a double load of Big Whites to be folded, and I got the towels changed and laundered also. During the folding I watched two episodes of Battlestar Galactica; during the first of them, the long-term plot suddenly opened up in one of the minor story lines, and I got glimpse of many directions in which this thing might be going. So of course I had to watch the second. I'm hooked.

So glad to hear you did you baby steps today-- and you didn't have to push. There's the secret right there. I loved one of FL's recent musings about how you don't push and scold a baby to walk-- you encourage it, call to it, and praise every little try. That's how we need to treat our baby-stepping selves too. I'm especially happy to hear you played the organ again. A little bit each day, and it will all come back. You'll be thinking in terms of chords in the background throughout the day-- what could be better?

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Somewhere Else

Gainesville

Didn't get everything done, but at least some of it: meals planned, bills written and mailed, shopping done, sheets changed and laundered, floors swiffered. Not too bad a showing, along with the usual morning and evening routines.

Dinners this week will be brainlessly simple, from 15 Minute Low Carb. Publix was sold out of swordfish, so tonight's Swordfish Vera Cruz was made with tilapia-- still very good: marinated briefly in grapefruit/cumin, sauteed, the marinade added to skillet at the end, then topped with tomatilla salsa and served over sliced avocados. Had this with fruit salad and some leftover golden cauliflower.

Bill has a library management retreat "in the woods" (Austen Cary Memorial Forest) tomorrow, early. Instead of a week off and the prospect of few if any more early Fridays, I get a Friday schedule on a Monday to kick off a week in the tank. Feh. Can you tell I'm really looking forward to this week? I am going to listen to my iPod or satellite radio on my computer all week and pretend I am somewhere else.

Oh well. I need to get my hair cut, so will do that tomorrow.

Mom, I loved "skink." That's what we used to call lizards. And glad to hear you played the organ some. I've had "Lazy River" going through my head ever since reading that you're playing it. It does have wonderful chords, as does "Georgia Brown."

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Dancing Lessons

Gainesville

The best laid plans, etc... Assuming I had all next week to shop, cook, bless the house, etc., I got up at a reasonable (for me) hour, started the crockpot, bearing in mind that Bill had asked for dinner to be delayed til 8:30.

All this was underway, when he got off the phone from his weekly call to his Mom with the news that the Gates family mansion (7200 square feet at Flat Top Lake, WV) had finally sold. She and Leslie are moving to an upscale assisted living arrangement. I said, "Oh, too bad I never got to see the place." Bill said, "Not necessarily..."

Seems he wants to make a trip up there in the very near future to get whatever stuff of hers he wants (more stuff, moan groan), but not until after the new library building opens. This throws my vacation schedule into a cocked hat. After rethinking things, looks like I will need to work next week after all, and the week after, aiming for the trip the week of July 31. If I push the other weeks I planned to take off forward by a week or two, and take some Fridays off, it still might work. It always was just a tentative plan anyway, so this is really not a big deal. Dancing lessons from the gods, and all that.

What is difficult is the prospect of cramming a week's worth of FL and other plans into one day, tomorrow: meal planning, shopping, blessing the house, getting laundry done. Was looking forward to some nice meals from magazines next week, but now it's back to Q&D. Waa Waa Waa.

But I'm looking forward to the trip, getting out of town for a bit. It's been a long time. We will take Moonbeam, which will be fun in and of itself. And any chance to get out of the mung swamp in midsummer is always welcome.

Meanwhile, the crockpot dish turned out fine-- a strange thing of Leanne's called Pork Marengo (including prunes and cauliflower!) -- but the cukes AND the bag salads I had planned were no longer viable. Wonder if Joe Cool is set too high? Ended up slicing some tomatoes and pretending that was a side dish.

Mom, I can make you a calendar countdown web page and set it to any date you want-- next time you are planning something you're looking forward to, let me know and I'll set it up. Just a piece of javascript code that a colleague passed on to me-- he snagged it from somewhere else-- who knows who actually wrote it?

I'm listening to the radio as I write this. I've become quite fond of the new alternative station that I listen to in the car these days, and it suddenly occurred to me that it would sound pretty good over my Bose radio/CD player-- and indeed it does! Nice for a change. Suits my mood too. Everything they play is new to me: I know none of the songs or groups, which is kind of refreshing. I'm starting to recognize things they've played before, though, so sooner or later I'll figure out who's who, whether or I want to or not. It's lovely to have a remote with a mute button so I can skip the obnoxious local commercials. We have two satellite radio systems, but neither of them can pick up a signal in the house.

Heard from Mike Peak this week. He sends greetings to Mom and Sandy. It's good to be in touch with him again. And Sandy, he's read Pullman!

Which reminds me, I'm still slowly making my way through the Colbert book. I'm trying very hard NOT to read Philip Roth's The Plot Against America -- it's just so depressing -- but it's so well done I keep picking it up and reading just a little bit more. Everything I want to read right now is just too heavy. I need something airy and/or escapist. Keep waiting for the latest P.D. James to come out in paperback. Or maybe I should pick up some chick-lit. Or one of the Jane Austen's I haven't read yet.

Our caladiums have rebounded! One more thing on my list of things to do tomorrow-- put cages around them.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Too Long (Some Would Say)

Gainesville

Another workday under the bridge, and next week off. Ah yes. And I did finish up that last drawer of the last file cabinet. This is a huge relief. Again, using the timer made it possible for me to make a start, and once going, to work as fast as possible and not get bogged down in reading all that old stuff, all of it at least 15 years old. When I get back to work again week after next, I'll start going through the boxes that I moved from my previous office in the South Tower, and never opened in the nearly three years since then.

Very long day-- We left the house at 8:00 this morning, didn't get home til 7:00. The opening of the new building, scheduled for next Tuesday, has had to be postponed indefinitely (actually, about a week or two at most). Bill is especially unhappy, because he told them all along they should not publicize an opening date-- and it was in the Gainesville paper today.

Fortunately, some REALLY bad campus news pushed us off the front page: the College of Arts and Sciences is some $9 million in debt. This is NOT supposed to happen, so quite a scandal. I'm especially troubled that my friend John Ronan's job at the writing center may fall through, and that funding for next year's comics conference won't be forthcoming, so there is truly nothing "fortunate" about it.

Dentist appointment to replace old two fillings was arduous and expensive-- and she thinks they'll need a crown eventually. She's got to be the most expensive dentist in town, but I like her and think she does good work. And for a mouthful of working teeth that look good too, I'll keep investing. Didn't feel much like doing any errands afterwards, though, so just came home and went back to work.

Mel still wasn't back from vacation, Outback was crowded, and dinner service was abyssmaly slow. No rain yesterday or today. We forgot to mark the caladiums that had come up, so the yard guys mowed them down Wednesday morning. The rain later that afternoon should help them bounce back, I hope.

Good grief, this post is mostly gloom and doom! But you see me tonight with a still-legal smile (cue the John Prine) as I enjoy my SeeThru and its splendiferous olive. Speaking of which, my first self-ordered shipment of olives arrived yesterday! Baby, I'm a rich girl. So there are snippets of good news here and there.

My mention of the Grapvine adventure certainly struck a chord with those of us who experienced it-- six comments! Chris, I'm sorry I forgot you were along; you were such a good kid, all of nine years old. Sandy, you're right about the movie. I loved Carol Lynley, who was my favorite Seventeen magazine model under her real name, Carolyn Lee, so remember it well. Mom, our full unofficial designation for that classic 55 Chevy was "charcoal and tomato soup." I know I was in love with that car, and think Sandy was too. Dad was less than thrilled.

I changed and laundered the towels tonight. Need to write a couple of bills and make a basic meal plan for the week. Somehow it's always harder when I have the week off. I think I'm going to break all the rules and make a crock pot thing tomorrow (have all the stuff for one I didn't do Wednesday) and shop Sunday.

Speaking of which, I'm really interested in Leanne's latest offering-- 22 make-ahead and freeze meals. That is exactly what I need to get me through til R-Day. I just hate coming home late, exhausted, and having to put something on the table that needs a lot of mis en place and timing calculation. I tried all day to buy the thing, but I think their server has been overwhelmed by the demand. When I get hold of it finally, I'll let you know what it's like.

Mom, take note that when you don't exercise is when you feel the most exhausted. And please don't fall down that rabbit hole of trying to make the perfect computer system to manage your finances. Doesn't work. Simple is best, and the simpler it is, the more likely you are to keep at it. As you've observed, all the effort put into setting them up never pays off. One of Bill's favorite sayings is "Why keep running the same experiment and expect different results?" But we all do it. Nordic has a track record (heh) of success. Computerized financial management has a track record of failure. Don't waste your time.

And that's quite enough out of me for now. Some would say more than enough

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Chilly / Chili

Gainesville

We had two thunderstorms with heavy downpours this afternoon-- most welcome! When we came out to go home about 6:15, it was 72 degrees! Unheard of in July. I'd been planning some BBQ burgers for dinner, but decided to take advantage of the unexpected cool and make a pot of chili with the ground beef. I used a Darn Good brand mix, but in addition to the HB, added a chopped red onion, a can of chipotles in adobo and a can of stewed tomatoes with green chiles. It was wonderful! There was plenty leftover to freeze. As Bill said, who'da thunk that chili would work so well in mid-July?

I got another file cabinet drawer emptied out today. It was strange, finding long wordy reports from committees I'd been on (and apparently wrote the reports, judging from all the drafts) but have no memory of whatsoever-- and can't even guess from their titles what the hell they were for. About 80% of what I did in my career was utter BS. No, judging from how much I tossed, more like 95+%. Sigh. Oh well, one more drawer to go and my 1983-91 career is HISTORY.

It's Thursday tomorrow, so I don't need to go into the tank. I do have a dentist appointment, though. It's on the other side of town, so I'll be out and about and can squeeze in a few errands over my lunch hour.

Do you have any pictures of yourself in Saalfelden native costume, Mom? I'll bet you were wonderfully cute. Please share.

Sorry to hear you northern folk still have no relief from your drought. I remember how miserable it is up there when it's abnormally hot. I had no AC in my La Crosse apartment-- just cool air blown up from the basement through the heating vents, which most of the time worked just fine. I do remember when movie theaters used to advertise "Come on in-- it's COOOL inside!!" I also remember that trip to Pasadena when Dad's car couldn't make it over the Grapevine on midsummer afternoon. (Sandy and I learned all about vapor lock.) We retreated to Bakersfield, and to pass the time until after dark when it would be cool enough to try again, we went to the only place it would be reliably cool and comfortable: the movies. I'll be Sandy still remembers what we saw, but I don't.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

North Beach

Gainesville

The paper file purge at work continues. Yesterday I finished clearing out the second drawer (thought I'd finished it Friday, but only got halfway through it). Today I took a look through the remaining six drawers to get an idea of how fast they'd go-- and to my absolute delight, discovered that the second cabinet has only ONE of the four drawers full of files!! I cleared that one out today, so now instead of six, I have only two drawers to go-- huzzah!

And speaking of huzzah's, the last of a certain monthly meeting was today. We all applauded when it was over-- partly to send the chair off to her next job with a flourish, but partly in relief also.

Meant yesterday to post a link to my countdown page. Hey kids! Follow along as we approach R-Day, and know up to the second how long until actual R. Not exactly tearing of the square, but close.

Things went better for Bill today: fewer meetings, the carrel rebuilds are back on schedule, and (a very big deal), the building passed its final inspection by the Fire Marshall. Looks like we may actually be able to open July 18, as scheduled. It will be a "soft opening" -- no hoopla. The official hoopla is to be scheduled for early in Fall semester. Alas, our in-house Starbucks lags far behind everything else, to late to provide me with any joy. And who knows what is to become of our crumbling colonade.

We made it home around 6:45, so I was able to fix dinner-- a Greek chicken thing. Discovered that cooked spaghetti squash does not freeze well. Too bad, as it would be nice to be able to have that available to put things like Greek chicken over on short notice.

My favorite magazine came today: Hogan's Alley. It is unspeakably wonderful-- I love each and every page. It takes me weeks to read through one, though-- and I have most of the backfile to enjoy post-retirement. This one includes a feature on Time for Beany-- I only remember the TV show, but later on it was turned into an animated cartoon. The article brought back floods of wonderful memories about that show and why we loved it so-- many of the characters, including Cecil the Sea Sick Sea Serpent, were voiced by Stan Freberg! The show was shot live, five days a week (15 minutes long) for years, and a lot of the best of stuff was the result of ad libs by Freberg and the creator, Bob Clampett. Sandy, do you remember Beany at all? And that's just one of a zillion features-- others include Dennis the Menace, Pogo, martial arts ads in comic books, comic strips and sheet music, and editorial cartoons, to name only a few (that happen to be featured on the cover). Issues also reprint long runs of old obscure strips and old comics-related ads... well, you can see the attraction.

Nice synopsis of the '85 European trip, Mom. I'd completely forgotten that our last stop before flying home was actually in Mannheim and not Frankfurt. It's the kind of detail that brings so many other memories back.

Glad you're back into your routines. Twenty minutes at a time seems like plenty for organ practice-- I'd suggest 15, actually, i.e., stop BEFORE the pain sets in. Set your timer.

What did you use to clean the gasket crud? I need to work on the stuff that's acculumated on Castor and Pollux-- I keep their outsides shined up as part of my towel washing routine, but don't know how to deal with the gasket thing.

I heard today that even in Canada they are having record numbers of days in the 90's-- hence the latest FBoFW storyline (Michael and the noisy ceiling fan). I'm not surprised you're getting hit by this regime also. Jokes abound about seaside property on the arctic "coast" being snapped up by developers . If only it were that simple. Good luck.

And speaking of such strangeness, the last few days we've seen the caladiums I planted 4-5 years ago pop up in what is now lawn. Usually they appear in April, but it has been so miserably dry this year that it's only now they've had enough water to activate themselves. Just another reason why they are so popular in Florida-- like azaleas, they are ready to roll with the weather punches they face here.

Monday, July 10, 2006

By the Sea

Gainesville

What an evil Monday-- at least for Bill. We had to stay til 7:30, and it still wasn't enough to resolve all the crazy stuff involved with getting the last finishing touches on that @#$%$ building. It is supposed to open to the public a week from tomorrow, and there are way more than a week's worth of niggles, big and small.

Good thing we'd been to lunch with Barbara, so there was no pressing need to cook. However, I'd brought in a lunch of the leftover duck from Sunday, which probably didn't survive a full day in my lunchbox with a small frozen bottle of water.

Speaking of the duck, the wine we had was a 2004 Syrah, not a 1994, as I erroneously posted. Somehow I lost a decade there-- a 2 year old bottle and a 12 year bottle are quite different animals! At any rate, a nice bold young wine that went well with duck.

Glad you took my nagging in the spirit in which it was intended, Mom. I'm really glad to hear you got back on NT and organ today, but especially that you started slowly. Baby steps. Jump in where you are. Very very good! I'm proud of you, and so is FL.

Interesting that you mention Grace Drayton in your transcribed letter. I know about her, of course-- she is a key figure in the history of women comics artists. In addition to the Dimples strip that ran in the 1910's, she also created the famous "Campbell Soup Kids" they used in the soup ads for so long. Ironic that her commercial art is better remembered than her comics. Do you still have the paper dolls? I hope you held onto them, because they are treasures.

Sandy, I said your icon was your own thing, but here's the model of a seascape icon I'd choose:

It just appeared on his blog today.

But, of course, that's just me.

Since I didn't have to cook tonight, I had time to finish up the L&R#8 graphic novel, Human Diastrophism. Talk about being emotionally slapped around-- I need to read all 100+ pages of it again to figure out the size and shape of the bus that hit me. But at least I could finally read another 2-3 pages of Hatfield's book, and know what he's talking about.

I also continue reading the Pullman critical works. I'm about halfway through The Magical Worlds of Philip Pullman: a Treasury of Fascinating Facts, by David Colbert. And it is indeed fascinating-- laid out in bite-sized chunks, lots of illustrations, notes in the margins-- a gentle introduction to Milton, Blake and other sources for the young and/or not- so-well- read reader. As part of the latter category, I find it fascinating indeed. I've already bought Paradise Lost, and am now intrigued enough to dig out the various editions of Blake we have around.

As of today, I have a little countdown program on my personal home page, telling me, to the second, how long it is until I'm officially retired. At the moment it is: 82 days, 23 hours, 40 minutes, 22 seconds. Or something close to that.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Barbi Genesis

Gainesville

Mom, here is the voice of your FL conscience again: I can't help but notice that your down- in- the- dumps feeling comes after a week when there was no mention of Nordic. That really does seem to corrolate with both your mood and your pep. Please try to get that back on your schedule of important things to do. Also, your settling for ice cream for dinner probably doesn't do much good either: you shouldn't settle for anything-- you deserve better than that.

End FL conscience lecture. (Sorry, just had to be said.)

Typical Sunday: Got the sheets changed, two loads of wash done (just finished folding them before I sat down here). Realized last night I'd forgotten to get more limes-- necessary for G&T's. They turned out to cost $8.00 each-- once at Publix, I remembered a few more things I needed. FL is so right about minimizing the number of trips to the store.

I finished up the Ishigoru this morning. Sandy, you must read this one. I actually think you might like it too, Mom, since you liked The Handmaid's Tale, but I'll stop short of of recommending it until I hear Sandy's opinion. It's pretty dark. But very very good. Oh my yes.

Back to Love & Rockets #8, which I didn't quite finish-- more uplifting stuff: it includes a long story, "Human Diastrophism," wherein a serial killer stalks our familiar Mexican town of Palomar. But of course that is just a plot device for all the other stuff that goes on among the (count 'em) 34 characters...

An entire week of work ahead-- I've spoiled myself by not having any of those lately. Friday I put in another 3 or 4 15-minute stints of cleaning out my files. Alas, I realized that each of those two file cabinets have four drawers instead of three. I now have two out of eight cleaned out instead of two out of six. Ah well, it's a start. I'm wearing jeans to work tomorrow to make the work easier. It does slow things down to worry about getting xerox ink and general schmutz of decades past on nice light-colored clothes.

I loved the stuff about the dolls. I didn't realize you'd had a Barbi of your own that you made clothes for, Mom. You always were good at the doll clothes, and it must have been fun to make stuff for a grown-up doll for a change. I guess the makers had no idea how popular Barbi would be, and what a gold mine they had in clothes and accessories for her. You were there at the forefront. What became of those 16 outfits you made?

Time for bed. I think a planet where days were 26 hours long would suit me a whole lot better than this one.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Southern Biosphere

Gainesville

I can blame the blog hiatus on the atypical two nights in a row out... the usual Thursday at Outback, and an unusual cocktail party (if you can call beer and wine such) that ran for about three hours after work Friday-- another farewell to my boss, this one only library managers and boss's three direct reports, which includes me. I'd still have had to attend, in role of Mrs. Director, however. And it was a nice enough party, just outlasted my stamina.

At any rate, drinking early in the evening does not tend to favor blogging. It goes on in my head, just never makes it into digital form.

It rained substantially both Thursday and Friday, very good news for the local biosphere. Starting to look a bit more like a Florida summer, including a huge bloom of mosquitos and other fauna. Rather nice today, though-- very hot, but not steamy.

I've fallen head first into another book: Never Let Me Go, by Kazuo Ishiguro. I haven't finished it yet, but I'll have some to say about it when I do. Today, the Love & Rockets collection I'd been waiting for to be able to continue reading in order (#8, Blood of Palomar), FINALLY arrived. I picked it up just before starting this and was surprised to see how much I'd missed these characters and how much I care about them. Looking forward to a long string of these stories. And I'm going to order the rest of them now, so I get them in plenty of time to continue.

Glad you are having days you feel good about, doing your routines, etc. Very good! I also appreciate the letter from Sandy's Great Northern jaunt. Except for Iceland, I've never been in Nordic lands. I know quite a bit about Finland, though, thanks to corresponding with Marc Treib while he was on his Fulbright there in 1966-67. Now THERE would be some letters to transcribe!

Got a late start today, but at least I did make it out to shop. I fixed tilapia fillets in a simple tomato-scallion sauce topped with shredded Monterey Jack and Parmesan cheeses. We liked it, the cat adored it. Steamed asparagus and a fruit salad that included local blueberries and non-local Ranier cherries as sides.

One of Bill's fellow dirs brought him back a bottle of wine from his travels, so Bill asked for a meal appropriate to it so he can tell him how we liked it. Going to try a couple of those frozen duck halves -- we really liked the one we split a few months ago, but agreed it was not quite enough. That should go well enough with a 1994 Lafond Syrah, from the Santa Rita Hills near Santa Barbara (I hope).

Sandy, I decided I was out of line to even suggest what your comment-icon should be. It's a very personal thing. So if you like the anonymous Byronic image and feel it suits you, by all means, keep it! If you ever want a change, to Farmer Soares, or whatever, I'll be glad to help.

Marty, you are way too young to appreciate cruising-- the idea of a vacation without much adventure or stress other than exploring a self-contained world, the pleasure of reading as long as you want outside, the endless fascination and beauty of the open ocean in all times of day or night and all weathers, the relaxation of doing nothing and being waited on hand and foot. Makes me smile just to think about it. Oh, and inbetween all that, you get to explore a number of places like and including the Bahamas. And maybe even see the Southern Cross for the first time.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Antiprocrastination Wednesday

Gainesville

Back to work, after five days off. The good news was, there was almost no one else around. The further good news was, it wasn't even all that hot today. The still further good news was, I internalized anti-procrastination day and made myself start to clear out two 3-drawer file cabinets that date back, oh, say 20 years... I got over half of one of them done in two 15 minute sessions, and it contained stuff that brought back memories both good and bad. I saved a bit of the good (my first programming efforts, my first email exchanges with Bill when we were using a mainframe CMS system) and tossed the rest. We're talking multiple armloads of printouts and scribbled notes into the recycle cans. YES! I also flattened all the cardboard detrius that had accumulated for a mere 2-3 years, and got it out of there. By the time I'm ready to leave, I'll have a decluttered peaceful office I'd love to work in. Good timing, Suze.

The bad news was... well, actually there was no bad news, unless we count the further evidence that procrastination is not a good thing.

Anyway, the exercise (and it was exercise) made me realize it's only about four hours work to get rid of all of the files. Note to self: you could do this at home too...

I did get up early enough to get the crockpot thing going, so we had edible main dish to go along with leftovers from the holiday meal. And now I get two days off from cooking, and to plan for next week.

Surprisingly tolerable weather today (and yesterday too) -- hot, but clear skies, breezy, and not all that humid. If only summer could always be like this. A little rain would be nice too, of course.

Thanks for continuing Marty's letter, Mom. Marty, did you ever get to the Bahamas? Or to the Greater Caribbean? I'm up for another cruise!

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Fourth

Gainesville

Note to self: If you're going to sleep til noon, do it on a day when you aren't going to fix a holiday meal you haven't fully planned yet. A mere 10 hour sleep as it turned out, but still.

Made the previously-mentioned Plum-Pork Salad w/CousCous (from Atkins Summer Cookbook), Texas Two-Step Cole Slaw, our old favorite, and green beans with bacon. We must have been on the same wavelength, Mom, because I also made deviled eggs-- nothing special, just basic, generic ones. I used to like to get quite creative with them, but no time today. I also had rolls from those frozen blobs that you let thaw/rise for 3-4 hours. They're really quite good, even as long as they've been in the freezer past their sell-by date. It worked as a holiday meal-- Bill pronounced the plumb/pork salad to be weird but very good-- I call that a success.

Despite the 4-hour+ cookathon, the kitchen is ready for action tomorrow. Once again, the timer worked its magic. I was sure that it was going to take a long time to finish cleaning up after coffee, but turned out to just barely over 15 minutes.

I plunged into the freezer early in the process, hoping to find some brats to give the meal a more traditional note, but never found any. In the process I got rid of quite a lot of stuff that had obviously expired, and grouped into large plastic bags two categories that tend to collect-- tomato products and soup broth of various kinds. Should be easier to find and use these up in the future.

FBoFW: Sandy, I, too, have watched the Liz/Anthony reunion be prefigured-- but I have always hoped it would not happen because (a) Michael married his grade-school sweetheart. If Liz does the same? Boring! (b) Anthony is such a dork. His last sympathetic appearance was at the bus stop in winter when Liz's presence "kept him warm." Since then he's been merely pathetic. (c) Duddley DoWright, the Canadian cop, is such a sweetheart. If Liz throws him over for Anthony and the abandoned child of his first wife, well, maybe they both get what they deserve. I just had higher hopes for Elizabeth. Dudley can always console himself in the arms of his childhood sweetheart, but that's depressing, too. Doesn't anyone ever break out of the deadly embrace of the clan/family group? Feh.

Arles: I remember the hotel robbery very well. Chris and I stayed at a cheaper place, so I guess thieves never bothered with us. My other memory of Arles is having a terrible cold (actually came down with it on the train in Spain (where the rain stays mainly in the plain), on the way to Arles. And yes, the song was buzzing in my head as the cold descended. I learned in Arles that I loved Provencal design (the sheets you slept on, Sandy, date from that), that I did not like mackrel, and that Chris could speak French and be understood better than I ever would in this lifetime-- discovered in a small market.

Nice to have the letter from Marty-- I'd forgotten you had an ambition to be an architect at one point. Interesting that you rejected English as a major as "too easy;" I did the same thing-- but there was always the subtext of, how could I ever make a living with this? Of course, if you love something strongly enough, that question doesn't matter. I didn't love "English" in the abstract enough, or else, I didn't have the right teachers at the right time. And who knew the English and Comics could be combined? Anyway, Marty, I hope you'll give us some commentary about that letter, after Mom finishes transcribing it.

It's now past 1:00. Tomorrow is a school day, and I want to get a crockpot thing started before leaving.

Monday, July 03, 2006

Land of Olives

Gainesville

Extended is right-- five days for me.

I did towels and bathrooms (yay, me) but mainly I read The Geographer's Library. Will probably finish it tomorrow.

Made Greek Turkeyburgers , topped with a tomato/ cuke/ feta relish. The one cuke I had in the fridge was all but past it, but I managed to carve out enough to make it work. Steamed summer squash (infused with fresh basil in the steamer basket) on the side.

God only knows what we'll have tomorrow. It's very hazy in my mind this year, even now. If I need anything, I'll have to brave the jam-packed Albertson's down near where Mom and Sandy stayed. A good day to root around in the freezer and get creative.

Tonight I used the last Morea olive of the second bottle. One bottle to go-- time to order more. Now if I can just find that packing slip I so lovingly saved. It's here somewhere...

Good to have more from Sandy's Europe '89 letter. I remember well the panic of arriving some unfamiliar city with no place to stay, and being told everything is full. Barcelona was like that for Chris and me-- we arrived late at night, our first on our own (Dad had left after Burgos to join Mom in-- I think it was Toulouse?) and we managed to find a place. We had to leave noon the next day, and I was sad because I'd wanted to see at least a little Gaudi architecture. But when I took a short walk around the neighborhood the next morning, I nearly fell to my knees when I saw not one, but TWO magnificent Gaudi examples within a block or two of where we'd landed. Good use of a 10 hour stay! I loved Spain, everything about it, and hope to get back there someday.

Julia, my dear, I owe you one birthday present of your chosing.

I am avoiding blogging about the Thursday party. Which reminds me: yesterday I got a recall notice from the UF Library for a book I've had checked out for awhile, The Annotated Thursday, by G. K. Chesterton. I knew exactly where it was... at least until three weeks ago, when I did the great shift to gather my comics collection. I knew where it shoulda been since then-- two possible logical locations, but it was in neither. It took several quests today until I finally found it in the waste-land of the dining room table. And I have exactly one day to peruse it and decide if I need to order my own copy.

And so to bed. But to shower first.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Simple

Gainesville

Ah, what wonderful memories Sandy's letter brings back-- medium-sized Spanish towns (in my case, Burgos), beautiful medieval Carcassonne, and seaside Biarritz. A very nice part of that 1985 trip.

Good idea to listen to your heart, Mom, or whatever part of your body is speaking to you, and take it easy when that's what you hear. The stickers can wait.

Didn't seem like I did much today, but looking back I see than in addition to the daily routines I changed the sheets and laundered them-- I like seeing them in the linen closet all neatly folded and in order for the weekly rotation. Simple pleasures.

I continued perusing the Pullman lit-crit books, but didn't focus on any one, so no book report tonight. For someone I never knew existed, he certainly has stirred a lot of commentary! I'm also still reading The Geographer's Library, about halfway through that one.

Got out for a late shop. We had salmon, corn on the cob (it now comes from Georgia, but still was fresh and quite nice) and salad. I'm still trying to figure out what to do for the 4th. I'm thinking, once again, Salads, Baby! Found a nice-sounding one that involves plums, cous cous, and uses the leftover chili citrus pork. Maybe some cole slaw, and something fruity. I have tomorrow to figure it out and get anything I forgot today.

We had a wonderful frog-strangling cloudburst late this afternoon-- just after I got home, in fact. Torrential rain for about twenty minutes, flooding our patio slab and filling the culverts out front. Most welcome, especially when you don't have to be out driving in it.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Wisconsin Gold

Gainesville

I'm not worthy! What wonderful posts and pictures. Glad I thought to refresh the screen before opening a post, and caught the rest of the Ben and Charlie in the Garden pictures. Thank you! And how lovely to have the first Yukon Golds on July 1, and have them be full sized! As a potato digger in years past, I know what a miracle that is.

Great to have the rest of the Paris letter. Mom, speaking just for myself, I didn't hate the Flat Hotel -- in fact, one of the happiest moments of my life took place there: late one night, I happened upon a pair of Dad's reading glasses in one of the bathrooms we all shared. And Lo! I could SEE again! A miracle! For the past few months, I'd been coping with the fear that I was going blind-- I kept a fold-up magnifying glass handy at all times so I could distinguish one call number from another on xeroxed catalog cards, and I could no longer read the mass market paperback I brought along without it, either. Suddenly, I could read maps! newspapers! signs! I was reborn-- I wasn't going blind, I was just getting old, and this problem was easily corrected with a product available at drug stores world wide. Hallelujah! Dad had several pairs, and I wore those specs for the rest of the trip and for quite awhile afterwards. Sorry if I've told this story before, but it's such a wonderful memory that I love reliving it.

But back to Flat Hotel: It was a nice place, very comfortable, but it was up so high it took a major effort to go outside, and experience that we were actually someplace different. Yes, the view out the windows was spectacular-- but it seemed so far away, almost as if seen from a plane. It's fascinating that when Sandy was there, no such place would have been possible.

Today I read Lyra in Oxford, and the aforementioned Squires book. Just started The Science of Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials, by Mary and John Gribbin. It's basic science written for an intelligent middle-schooler-- which is about right for me, science-wise... I said as much to Bill, and tonight he picked up the book and said, "I need to read the books this is based on." Ah. Now if only I can FIND them-- I mean, how hard can it be to lose a boxed set of books I love and last saw just a few weeks ago?! It's here somewhere...

Didn't get out to shop, but had everything on hand to make a basalmic chicken dish that we all three loved (the cat especially) along with blanched broccoli and leftover spaghetti squash. Kitchen is good to go. Have a rough idea of what to do for the rest of the week.

With any luck, I will work up the energy to report on the Thursday afternoon Event which disrupted this past week before the details fade. (This is a note to myself.)

for the record

Here are Ben and Charlie dueling with light sabers.


Shortly after that took this picture of Ben playing with light sabers by himself, since Charlie had to leave him for a minute on business. A lucky shot of butterfly net, Charlie and moth.

Ben's grand day out

Ben walked into our living room yesterday and said, "This is your living room. You have a couch, big chairs, a fireplace, and . . . and . . . a planet!" The planet is our world globe, of course. I believe that this is further demonstration of one of Ben's salient traits. The child is a classifier. When he could barely talk (about the time he decided that he was going to call me grandma), Nate came home when I was taking care of Ben, and Ben said, "This is my father." When I told him last weekend that I'd pick him up on Friday, he said, "Fridays are a good day for grandmas to pick kids up." Or he'll say, "Kako's my pet." He always goes for the larger category, at least one step beyond the specific. I find this a fascinating quality in such a young person; I have no idea what it portends.

Anyway, we had quite a fine time yesterday. We played in the dollhouse, which I am careful to refer to as the "little house," to avoid any idea that it's for girl play. It is a wonderful little house, made years ago by Ted, not really for a child, but for something to do. The shingles on it are the extras of the ones that just came off our house.

You might be interested to know, Suzy, that the first things Ben goes for here are the Josefina foodstuffs. You've seen a photo of him playing with the little dishes and food. He also loves the bread oven, with its uncooked and cooked loaves of bread. He's good at the sleight of hand of putting in an uncooked loaf and then producing a cooked one.

We spent some time in the garden (hot!) and watched Wallace & Gromit's "The Wrong Trousers" and discussed our favorite parts of it. I love the chase scene, but Ben's favorite moment is when Wallace falls into the wrong trousers. It brings shrieks of delight. He ate two pink-lemonade popsicles of my making, and we spent a fair amount of time just running around the yard. When it was time to leave, he didn't want to go, so I had to chase him down. I told him, finally, that if he ran away from me like that (he can wear out this old granny), I wouldn't be able to have him over to my house. He told me he didn't care, that he never wanted to come back. I finally got him into the car, and he pouted most of the way home. He did at one point, however, tell me that he'd changed his mind, and that he did want to come back to our house. When I called Marty on the phone last night, he urgently wanted to talk to me to make sure that I knew that he did indeed want to come back here soon. Ben hates to say goodbye, hates to leave where he is. He has a lot of Capricorn traits, the poor dear. I predict further homesickness in his future.

I have made one more dent in FC 79; I made Tex-Mex chicken salad out of the l/o beer brined chicken. It was extremely good, and obviously could be made with any leftover chicken. Drew raves from Charlie.

Back to picking up a few shards of last week's blogs. Summer solstice (and the other three cosmic milestones) are a big deal in our house, since the sun has so far to go from one extreme to the other (yeah, I know it's the earth moving, but you know what I mean). Truly it sets in the northwest corner at the summer solstice, and over the shed to the southwest at the other extreme. The days are hugely long here in the summer, but they lengthen and shorten so fast during the inbetween times that it's almost frightening. It's a killer to have the days starting to get short just as summer is getting into full swing, but of course that's made up for by the lengthening of the days in the dead of winter.

I did go straight to the FBoFW website and was amused by the eyeblinks. You know, I predicted quite a long time ago what was going to happen in the strip. I said that Thérèse would leave Anthony with the child. I further said that Elizabeth would end up with Anthony and Françoise and that she would help him raise the child. For a while there, Paul Wright seemed to be throwing my scheme off, but recent developments are making my scenario look more possible. What do you think, Suze?

Well, that's not much, but catches some of the burning issues, I hope.

Quick garden update. Charlie came up yesterday afternoon with actual potatoes, full sized Yukons! Hurrah! I'd mentally pegged 1 July as the first exploration date, so am totally delighted. He fried some up with onions last night to go with grilled cheeseburgers (sans bun) and frozen corn. It's creepin' up. Fridge full of garlic scapes (I think I'll freeze some), and small onions that were going to seed. Broccoli looms. We've eaten one cabbage, but there are five more ready to go. Plus six more that will be ready in August. Lots of lettuce and arugula. The squash is thinking of blooming, but the cukes are bloody slow. They are barely growing. And I'm trying to make sure that there's dill when they're ready. This is not too easy. There are the full-grown volunteers from last year (ready for pickles now, thanks a lot) and then the little wisps of things I've planted. By the end of summer there'll be more little wisps from the current big ones . . . . We'll see how this all works out. Peas continue. Pea picking was interrupted by a short thunderstorm this morning, and we haven't gone back. Not enough rain to make it unnecessary to water; the soaker hose is in the corn as we speak. Anyway, harvest and preservation are beginning to take over from weeding and maintenance. Watering shows no sign of coming to an end.

A day of loafing around here, really. We're reading, enjoying the AC. Right after the rain it was beautiful, and we sat on the deck and enjoyed weather perfection. Not even any bugs. By the time we were done with lunch, it had turned hot, cloudy, muggy, horrible. No further rain is predicted, but it sure looks and feels like it could happen this afternoon. We've really gotten short shrift in the rain department.

OK, that's it for now. I, too, am enjoying the Paris letter. Glad I took the time to write a few things about being there. I should intersperse these photos, but I'm too lazy.

Charlie and Ben having a chat on the deck.


Ben playing in the little house. The roof is off, so you can't see the shingles. The little folk and furniture are some I bought for Julia in Fargo.


Ben and Charlie in the garden.


Ben with popsicle in front of our totally-out-of-control daisies.


Organic gardening. I actually took this photo of Ben, but this is what was in the background. Note the cabbage moth. This has to be one of my favorite garden pictures ever. I've printed and framed it.