It's a work in progress, but here's the new blog:
It's a work in progress, but here's the new blog:
the way sometimes my posts and comments don't update for several days at a stretch. I'm setting up housekeeping at typepad, folks. i'll post my new address after I finish setting things up.
I love the energy that rolls in with a t-storm. Temperature drops, the wind gusts, I can taste the rain 15 minutes before it arrives, then BOOM! Had the boys out doing a happy rain dance with me before the storm really hit. I wasn't able to get a shot of the millions of maple tree "propellers" twirling about in the wind, but it was enormous fun to spin with them.
I was lazy gardener & didn't check in on the plants yesterday morning and this morning it was quite evident that the slugs have been feasting on the chinese cabbage. Bastards. On the upside, they have laid off the lettuce, so I guess I'll be grateful for that. I planted zucchini this morning after extracting a promise last night from a (mildly intoxicated) friend that, when the annual August zucchini madness began, she'd be the grateful recipient of a truckload of the green horror. A few years ago, I ended up shredding an insane amount of it, freezing it, and working it into virtually everything I baked for the next 6 months. Zucchini chocolate cake, anyone? Anyway, I also planted 5 more tomatoes (including a Brandywine-they always make August taste wonderful) this morning, plus another 2 pepper plants, a flat of impatiens, some beautiful red kale, and lots and lots of basil. I'm going to plant canteloupe Monday (need to pick them up today) and then, unless I'm seduced by the possibility of some other edible delight, I'm done. Oh wait, I forgot, I'm planting string beans either Monday or Tuesday. Fresh green beans sauteed in olive oil with a bit of garlic. Summer is joy.
My kids are upstairs watching the first Stars Wars movie (yes, I know it's now the fourth movie, but I saw it at the movies when I was 7 so chronologically it's first, unlike that Jar Jar Binks piece of crap that I saw when I was 30 that is supposed to be the first movie...oh damn, where was I going with this?) and since I'm listening, not watching, and I'm not being distracted by the sight of Harrison Ford in stretchy pants, all I'm noticing is "Master Luke, whine whine whine" and, well, fill in just about line spoken by Skywalker and I can't help but think that Han Solo ought to have tied C3PO and the whining jedi brat together and jettisoned them into deep space. Having said this, I have to work an overnight Sunday for inventory (8 hours of deet deet deet BEEP "SKU CHECK POLITICS AND GOVERNMENT" ahhh, evil, thy name is RGIS) and I'm thinking of catching SW6 at the matinee before I go in. That way, if I'm too disappointed, it'll only have been $6 instead of $9. I hear Anakin grew up to be a big whiner, too.
Christine and I decided that pottery was better suited to the winter months, when staying indoors has a little more appeal. Since she's going to York in the fall and has a thing for warfare, we decided to make it an educational summer of physics & woodshop, with a sprinkling of PVC and the study of seige engines thrown in for good measure. We picked up The Art of the Catapult and Backyard Ballistics, both by William Gurstelle, and plan to have a little fun. Obviously, a full sized trebuchet is out of the question, and certainly we would never do anything like this. Or this (before you click on the link, understand that it's exceptionally tasteless.) But a little 5' tall one should be manageable. Plus, we can make a custard bomb (mentioned so long ago when I picked up Bang!), and I'm thinking a spud gun might be fun, too (powered by Aquanet-who knew that crap would serve any use after the 80s ended. Spud guns are probably the only reason that stuff is still on the market) Anyway, there will be pictures. And hospital reports if we're stupid.
Got this from one of the groups I belong to:
Judge: Parents can't teach pagan beliefs
Father appeals order in divorce decree that prevents couple from exposing son to Wicca.
By Kevin Corcoran
An Indianapolis father is appealing a Marion County judge's unusual order that prohibits him and his ex-wife from exposing their child to "non-mainstream religious beliefs and rituals."
The parents practice Wicca, a contemporary pagan religion that emphasizes a balance in nature and reverence for the earth.
Yup, the parents are practicing Wiccans and the judge decided that anything but Wicca was an acceptable religion for their kid and worked it into their divorce decree. Pretty fucking infuriating.
Read the rest of the article here:
Unraveled, Maria Housden. Housden's not quite 4 year old daughter dies of cancer, her already shaky marriage dissolves, she gives primary custody of their remaining kids to her ex (much to the dismay and resentment of her friends), and she sets off to explore her life, her self and the conventions that have shaped both. I cried through lunch.
Transgressions, edited by Ed McBain. 10 mystery novellas, authors include Anne Perry, Walter Mosley, and Joyce Carol Oates, to name a few. Started it over coffee this morning, so I've only read the first story, Walking Around Money, by Donald Westlake and I'm still grinning.
Reading: My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One Night Stands, Chelsea Handler. Jersey girl with smart mouth has many one-nighters, often while very intoxicated. The sheer volume of drunken one-nighters is horrifying but she's funny as hell about it. I managed to recommend it to the staff at the Saturday morning meeting in such a way that I did not have to be fired after reading aloud an excerpt of chapter 1, which is entitled "Look Who's having Sex With Mommy." Definitely for Laurie Notaro fans who are looking for something a little meaner/raunchier.
In other book news, it's spring and it's time to address the horror that is my storage unit. 17 years of bookselling makes for a lot of books and I need to suck it up and thin them out. My goal is to weed out 500 of them, which won't make much of dent, but it's a start. Unfortunately, every time I attempt this project, it goes like something like this: (sound of cardboard box being opened) WOW! I forgot I had all this Douglas Adams in hardcover! The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul is one of the best book titles ever (right up there with In the Electric Mist with the Confederate Dead, James Burke) and I loved these books! So, I put the Douglas Adams in the "keep" pile and I dig a little deeper into the box and pull out Margaret Atwood (not her, mind you, just her books) and start reminiscing about reading Cat's Eye when I was 19 and how perfectly Atwood captured the cruelty of young girls and how it upset me enough that I threw up halfway through the book. And I remember the friend who recommended it to me and how we admired the feel of the paper used for the dustjacket. So, I put it in the pile with Douglas Adams and I put the rest of her books in the "keep" pile because they're good books then I add to the pile Achebe's Things Fall Apart and then Richard Adam's Watership Down (because my oldest daughter will like it)and I'm still only in the "A, Fiction" box and I'm failing miserably at this sorting, again. Part of the reason I'd like to thin out my books is because it'll very likely be a long time before I have enough living space to house this many books again. Unfortunately, I'm pretty attached to the damn things-they're a part of my history and sometimes the only tangible reminder I have of certain people.
|You scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational.|
What is Your World View? (corrected...again)
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Yarn Harlot has an entry in her book called SABLE...Stash Acquistion Beyond Life Expectancy. It, of course, refers to one's yarn stash and reaching the point where one could knit every hour of every remaining day and still die before using all of that wool. Tonight, I helped a customer in mourning whose brother apparently suffered from the music lover's version of SABLE. She came in with a bag of at least 60 unopened CDs, wondering if we still carried any of them and what she could do with them. Some of the price tags on the CDs were dated 1995, so he'd had them for a while and must have intended to listen to them at some point. Then he died. So now I'm considering my books and my yarn and my fabric and the enormous list of reading, knitting, and quilting I have planned for the next year or so and how amazingly inconvenient it'd be if I died and left all this unfinished crap for people to deal with. And I'm not feeling too good about it.
too bad there isn't an html for morons. As soon as blogger updates (today, tomorrow, next week-it's always an adventure) the little running book should disappear from the top of all my posts & should only be visible above the first post. Provided, of course, that the preview was correct. Oi.