haiku and word
Aug. 17th, 2008 10:26 amWas looking at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
countess_e's page, and saw this link.
Kinda neat. It offered to find my word, too, which is
Hmmmm.
countess_e's page, and saw this link.Kinda neat. It offered to find my word, too, which is
Hmmmm.
Sweaty butt
Aug. 16th, 2008 07:14 pmI has one.
I decided against going across town (downhill) to go to the Tour de Fat because coming back tofjorlief's house (uphill) in 102 degree weather was less than appealing. I tooled around on the North end of Portland instead, went to visit my ex-housemate at work. He works at The Community Cycling Center at least until October. While there, I purchased a cupholder and really keen bell for my bike (pictures later, I'm way too thrilled about both items,) and a taillight for fjorlief so nobody flattens her when it's dark out.
It was a lovely bike ride despite the heat, and a man I rode past boosted my ego with a "Hey baby! How's it goin!" and a whistle. (Sweeeeet). I grinned and gave him a thumbs up, cause it was goin' thumbs up.
Stopped by New Seasons on the way back to Acorn Cottage. There was a melon tasting and some lovely agua fresca samples, which I helped myself to. Got some lunch and some peach lambic for later, as well as some Fizzy Lizzy soda, which is delightful on a hot day. It also bears the motto "Shake my hips gently before placing to your lips" which makes me really happy.
Spent most of the afternoon either working on my autobiographical cartoon (first assignment for the Master's program is an autobiographical art piece,) or sucked into one of the library books that was in the kitchen.
Soon, as soon as Forrest the ex-housemate gets here, we shall go have sushi which will be much better than cake.
I decided against going across town (downhill) to go to the Tour de Fat because coming back to
fjorlief's house (uphill) in 102 degree weather was less than appealing. I tooled around on the North end of Portland instead, went to visit my ex-housemate at work. He works at The Community Cycling Center at least until October. While there, I purchased a cupholder and really keen bell for my bike (pictures later, I'm way too thrilled about both items,) and a taillight for fjorlief so nobody flattens her when it's dark out. It was a lovely bike ride despite the heat, and a man I rode past boosted my ego with a "Hey baby! How's it goin!" and a whistle. (Sweeeeet). I grinned and gave him a thumbs up, cause it was goin' thumbs up.
Stopped by New Seasons on the way back to Acorn Cottage. There was a melon tasting and some lovely agua fresca samples, which I helped myself to. Got some lunch and some peach lambic for later, as well as some Fizzy Lizzy soda, which is delightful on a hot day. It also bears the motto "Shake my hips gently before placing to your lips" which makes me really happy.
Spent most of the afternoon either working on my autobiographical cartoon (first assignment for the Master's program is an autobiographical art piece,) or sucked into one of the library books that was in the kitchen.
Soon, as soon as Forrest the ex-housemate gets here, we shall go have sushi which will be much better than cake.
Writer's Block: Six-Word Story
Aug. 15th, 2008 06:31 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Wheels stop revolving: I fly. Physics!
Wheels stop revolving: I fly. Physics!
I got in Portland this afternoon, and, armed with maps and a general idea of where I wanted to go, I hopped on my bike and went across the river from the train station and headed toward fjorlief's house. Well, predictably, I got turned around somehow and ended up taking the "scenic" route through an industrial district. Yup, and hills. There are hills here in Portland, and I found myself a nice long one, happily not too steep, that one of my Google maps actually had marked. I made it all right, but holy hell is it ever hot today.
I got to Acorn Cottage and was invited in to douse myself in cold water. I've been hiding from the weather ever since. I might go visit Forrest later. That is, if I decide leaving inside is at all worthwhile or advisable. I'm also seriously rethinking the merits of riding all that way across town again to go hang out at a park with minimal shade available. Hmm. We'll see how stalwart and brave I am feeling in the face of the heat tomorrow.
fjorlief's house. Well, predictably, I got turned around somehow and ended up taking the "scenic" route through an industrial district. Yup, and hills. There are hills here in Portland, and I found myself a nice long one, happily not too steep, that one of my Google maps actually had marked. I made it all right, but holy hell is it ever hot today. I got to Acorn Cottage and was invited in to douse myself in cold water. I've been hiding from the weather ever since. I might go visit Forrest later. That is, if I decide leaving inside is at all worthwhile or advisable. I'm also seriously rethinking the merits of riding all that way across town again to go hang out at a park with minimal shade available. Hmm. We'll see how stalwart and brave I am feeling in the face of the heat tomorrow.
This weekend
Aug. 14th, 2008 11:14 pmSo, I'm still planning on going down to Portland this weekend for the Tour de Fat even though it sounds like the weather will be hotter than I really ever like it to be. My friend Forrest, who was going to go to the event with me, has to work, which is a super drag. So, if anyone in Portland enjoys biking, or beer, or preferably both, I'd love the company.
I'll be staying atfjorlief's house while I'm down, but she has to work.
I adorned my helmet and my bike with pretty ribbons today. The helmet is now my party hat. I'm determined to have fun, 'cause it's my birthday, damnit.
I'll be staying at
fjorlief's house while I'm down, but she has to work. I adorned my helmet and my bike with pretty ribbons today. The helmet is now my party hat. I'm determined to have fun, 'cause it's my birthday, damnit.
I know this because I have managed to complete one whole glove in one whole day, basically. Yesterday the glove for pair #1 of wedding present set #1 looked like this:
I started it yesterday afternoon. Today after supper I finished it to this:
I worked on it for a while at work while stuck behind the cash register, but I'd finished it to the first three fingers as of last night. Again, for the record? My new boss sucks to a degree that I have only just begun to be able to describe. I'm seriously thinking of finding a different job, maybe I'll go back to being a substitute teacher's aide one day a week while I'm in the master's program, I dunno. I feel badly for even considering it because I would be bailing on all of the folks who work there as permanent staff who wouldn't be able to bail, or toss the mofo out on his tailbone either, since they just hired him. All the warning signs are there that I really ought to consider another option. Today after lunch, at the point that I was getting really annoyed, the headache, acid tummy and twitchy eyelid that I haven't really had to deal with since I worked at that horrible preschool (and once or twice during a certain class which I shan't relive,) all set in at once. I started to put away the new shipment of snack food, slowly, because my head hurt, and I hear "Why is Jen just standing around? Shouldn't T be doing something? Someone needs to put away all this food!" directed at my immediate supervisor. I then stopped what I was doing and stood there holding a box of rice chips for a couple of seconds trying to think of what to say. I looked over at the other student employee in question, who rolled her eyes at me and continued folding and stacking clothing, as she had been doing all along. I weighed my options, picked "fume and seethe but say nothing" and went back to putting away the bijillion boxes of snack food. It pissed me off pretty much for the rest of the day. I'm terrible at thinking of the proper thing to say in the moment, so I'll often choose to not say anything at all because I get so flustered. If I quit, though, I think I'm going to have to spend some time rehearsing what I'm going to say to him, because I want him to be fully cognizant of the fact that HE is the direct reason that the bookstore is losing one of their most experienced employees, and I kind of want him to feel really badly about it. I have a mild notion that if he realizes that he's being such a colossal asshole that he might make an effort to be less of an asshole. This is, of course, a pipe dream.
Earlier this week![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
young_raven sent me a very sweet cheer-me-up prezzy. It totally worked, by the way.
Behold the cute horsie fuzziness! 
This is getting pretty picture intensive, so if you'd like to change to the cooking channel now, click the cut tag below.
That seems sufficient for now.
I started it yesterday afternoon. Today after supper I finished it to this:
I worked on it for a while at work while stuck behind the cash register, but I'd finished it to the first three fingers as of last night. Again, for the record? My new boss sucks to a degree that I have only just begun to be able to describe. I'm seriously thinking of finding a different job, maybe I'll go back to being a substitute teacher's aide one day a week while I'm in the master's program, I dunno. I feel badly for even considering it because I would be bailing on all of the folks who work there as permanent staff who wouldn't be able to bail, or toss the mofo out on his tailbone either, since they just hired him. All the warning signs are there that I really ought to consider another option. Today after lunch, at the point that I was getting really annoyed, the headache, acid tummy and twitchy eyelid that I haven't really had to deal with since I worked at that horrible preschool (and once or twice during a certain class which I shan't relive,) all set in at once. I started to put away the new shipment of snack food, slowly, because my head hurt, and I hear "Why is Jen just standing around? Shouldn't T be doing something? Someone needs to put away all this food!" directed at my immediate supervisor. I then stopped what I was doing and stood there holding a box of rice chips for a couple of seconds trying to think of what to say. I looked over at the other student employee in question, who rolled her eyes at me and continued folding and stacking clothing, as she had been doing all along. I weighed my options, picked "fume and seethe but say nothing" and went back to putting away the bijillion boxes of snack food. It pissed me off pretty much for the rest of the day. I'm terrible at thinking of the proper thing to say in the moment, so I'll often choose to not say anything at all because I get so flustered. If I quit, though, I think I'm going to have to spend some time rehearsing what I'm going to say to him, because I want him to be fully cognizant of the fact that HE is the direct reason that the bookstore is losing one of their most experienced employees, and I kind of want him to feel really badly about it. I have a mild notion that if he realizes that he's being such a colossal asshole that he might make an effort to be less of an asshole. This is, of course, a pipe dream.
Earlier this week
young_raven sent me a very sweet cheer-me-up prezzy. It totally worked, by the way. Behold the cute horsie fuzziness! This is getting pretty picture intensive, so if you'd like to change to the cooking channel now, click the cut tag below.
That seems sufficient for now.
better post soon
Aug. 10th, 2008 04:14 pmI've been obsessively documenting a couple of culinary ventures, which I will share with y'all once I get the pictures uploaded.
I've also been (somewhat) obsessively working on a wedding present for one set of friends, (nice, matching gloves) and will be rolling right on into a wedding present for another friend whose sweetie I haven't yet met (socks durable enough to withstand whatever trekking she does around India, again, a matched set of pairs,) and then I can get back to socks for me and Bill, and Cathy's sweater. Good golly! It's a good thing classes will start soon so I can go back to knitting to stay awake during lectures.
Now I believe it is time to mosey to the bakery for some coffee and pastries. Bill has been cleaning the house today; I've been knitting and trying to stay out of the way with the occasional "hey, that doesn't go there, I left that out so I wouldn't forget it...!" My computer closet is getting mighty full of crap. I must needs do something about it. Later.
I've also been (somewhat) obsessively working on a wedding present for one set of friends, (nice, matching gloves) and will be rolling right on into a wedding present for another friend whose sweetie I haven't yet met (socks durable enough to withstand whatever trekking she does around India, again, a matched set of pairs,) and then I can get back to socks for me and Bill, and Cathy's sweater. Good golly! It's a good thing classes will start soon so I can go back to knitting to stay awake during lectures.
Now I believe it is time to mosey to the bakery for some coffee and pastries. Bill has been cleaning the house today; I've been knitting and trying to stay out of the way with the occasional "hey, that doesn't go there, I left that out so I wouldn't forget it...!" My computer closet is getting mighty full of crap. I must needs do something about it. Later.
Dandelion rubber?!
Aug. 5th, 2008 08:47 pmWell, every once in a while Google pops up an ad in my email that is a link to something truly interesting. Here's today's little gem.
http://dsc.discovery.com/news/2008/08/05/dandelion-rubber.html
http://dsc.discovery.com/news/2008/08/05/dandelion-rubber.html
Well, yes...
Aug. 2nd, 2008 12:21 am
see Obama pictures
I swear that's the last bit of captioned internet crack for a while.
Some favorite and not so favorite moments of my day:
In the bathroom, there are four kids and their mom. Second oldest kid says, "wow, your hair is like Rapunzel!" I say, "Thank you! Yours will be too if you keep growing it like you look like you have been," and her elder sister piped in with "well, mine would be long like yours, but I gave myself a haircut when I was younger." Then, younger brother (3? 4?) pipes up with "Mine is Emily!" He drew some very puzzled looks from his family for that. I'm still not sure what he meant, but it was pretty funny in the moment.
Not so favorite: mother and toddler come into the Co-op during my volunteer shift, mom leaves toddler in the kids' area to play. Toddler begins to scream nonstop for, I swear, 10 minutes before his mom went to check on him. As soon as she checked on him, he peed all over the floor, then started to scream louder. Charming.
I miss Andrew a lot. I went into his bedroom sort of reflexively when I got home, and I need to make the bed because he left a kid-shaped lump there in the blankets. I decided today that we'll need to send him a care package full of "hippy food" (seaweed, crunchy granola, and organic fruit snacks, among other things,) for when he gets back home. I can't quite figure out how to send a tub of the nice miso he really likes without paying an arm and a leg for postage. We sent him away to his granddad's with a partial tub and a little baggy of wakame as cooking self-defense. I'm proud to say that he gained almost exactly 10 lbs and about an inch and 1/2 during the month he was here. I hope I was successful in convincing his mom to try the beginning of the school year without the ADHD meds. (I don't think he's a kid who has ADHD, if anything he has Asperger's Syndrome, and as my screensaver says, "Shit man, all of my friends have Asperger's Syndrome!" He's a large part of the reason that I am going to make part of my thesis about the problems surrounding misdiagnosis of children with special needs.)
And thank goodness I already have a good basis for my thesis at that. I wrote a research paper in 2007 looking at the differences and similarities between Autism Spectrum Disorders (ASDs) and Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD). The overlap that was most striking is in the behaviors that are most effective in the educator when dealing with kids with either of these issues. I will narrow my focus to Asperger's Syndrome and ADHD, because I think that easily half of the kids who have been diagnosed with ADHD are actually dealing with a high-functioning autism, and I'm convinced that the meds for ADHD kids are not beneficial for kids who have an ASD.
I also will, someday, write a grant that will allow me to have gym balls instead of chairs in my classroom.
And I want a pony.
Well, not really. I'd rather have a couple of nice, wool-giving, milk-giving sheep.
Tomorrow (okay, today's,) to-do list:
~Sleep in.
~Clean the house. Yes, all of it.
~Fling the catbox off of a cliff, then burn the cliff. Alternately, empty said catbox and clean thoroughly around where it lives.
~If Cathy has not fixed the vacuum, stare at it sternly and wish I knew how it worked.
~Go to the Co-op's volunteer appreciation party. I hear there will be cake made by Virginia, always a good incentive.
Okaaaay, I lied. I just found this and thought it was hilarious. This is it though!
see Obama pictures
This is the low substance blog.
Jul. 31st, 2008 09:51 pmYour result for The Which Lolcat Are You? Test...
Sad Cookie Cat
51% Affectionate, 48% Excitable, 56% Hungry
You are the classic Shakespearian tragedy of the lolcat universe. The sad story of a baking a cookie, succumbing to gluttony, and in turn consuming the very cookie that was to be offered. Bad grammar ensues.
To see all possible results, checka dis.
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I want a cookie, come to think of it.
And anodder good lolcat that resembles my morning not at all...
'cause I couldn't get Andrew's little brother to stop whining about his breakfast!
Andrew left this morning with his mom and brother. I'm still sad about it, and work completely sucked today, so I'm going to post a bunch of stuff I am interested in rather than talking about it right now. Suffice it to say that Andrew is a wonderful child and the bestest nephew, and his little brother is the biggest whiner I've met in a long time, perhaps ever, and my new boss has passed the grace period of "figuring things out" by failing to figure anything out, and has now passed into the period of "annoying the hell out of me", so on to the rest of the fluff already.
Did you know that Orwell is going to have a blog soon? In honor of the 70th anniversary of his diaries (not sure if that's published, or begun,) they'll be published once a day "in real time" here. Last night on As It Happens I heard his son, Richard Blair, reading a passage from one of his diaries where he was complaining about the quality of the produce in one of the cities he visited.
Also, for your viewing enjoyment, flying squirrel people: #1, #2, and #3.
Also, if you haven't seen Strandbeest, you totally should.
Steampunk Meme
Jul. 26th, 2008 11:32 amGotta get me some goggles...
Try our other Steampunk test here.
Your result for The Steampunk Style Test...
The Gadgeteer
32% Elegant, 55% Technological, 40% Historical, 32% Adventurous and 31% Playful!
You are the Gadgeteer, the embodiment of steampunk technology. Ironically, many of the things that most define your style are probably too large to easily carry about, but given the opportunity you would prefer to be seen surrounded by boiler engines, gear-driven calculators, and incredible automata. Of all the steampunk fashion styles, you place the greatest emphasis on technological accessories, and you are the most likely to create elaborate gadgets that are as much a part of your outfit as your clothes. You probably have goggles, but unlike most people you consider them to be for more than decoration. Whereas most people might look odd carrying a satchel of tools around, for you they may well be essential. Above all, you remind everyone that what sets the genre apart from Victoriana is simply the level of technology.
Try our other Steampunk test here.
Hooray, I'm in the upper echelon!
Jul. 17th, 2008 11:38 pmYour result for The Diction Test...
Poetic
You are 83% sensitive to fine shades of meaning.
Congratulations!
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Sam & Ella?
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Hmn. The plot unthickens, as it were. It seems there may have been an explanation...or...two for my intense barfy misery earlier this week. I think it's interesting to note that the count of people includes only those who can afford the health care that is necessary to get tested. Given that I ate some peppers on Monday on the way home at the delightful (normally non-contaminated) pañería in Jefferson, as did my buddy Matt, who was catching a ride up to Portland, and that we both got miserably sick, and given that Bill ate peppers at the pub last night when he went to get Forrest at the train station, and he is now in bed with selfsame misery? Seems likely. The symptoms seem about right, add in painful joints and excruciatingly ouchy kidneys (checking in with Bill, yup, him too,) and I think we have a "winner".
I want to post more later, but I think I need to wait until the nephew is put in bed. He came to work with me today and hung out in the basement shipping and receiving room with me listening to Ruby 3: The Underworld/The Invisible World. (He loves all of the ZBS productions I've let him listen to; he's already heard Ruby 1 and 2.) He was really good while at work, but seems to be getting it out of his system now that we're home. He's already gotten a stern talking to for an unauthorized phone call. So, I shall go be the grownup now.
Bleeeaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgghhhh
Jul. 16th, 2008 03:27 pm
more cat pictures
So Bill and I got home from the Fair on Monday, and I had a terrible time staying awake in the car on the way home. Turns out I had food poisoning, or some kind of stomach bug or something, 'cause I was up all that night puking. WAY no fun. Yesterday was a lost day; I woke up and started to try to clean the house, but ended up back in bed trying to keep down a cup of peppermint tea. I slept all day except for occasional wakings to take my temperature (about 100F pretty much all day,) and to drink some water and pee. Today has been a far sight better, no puking, lower fever, but I'm still taking it easy. I had about a cup of miso with seaweed for breakfast, another cup of chicken broth for lunch, and have now attempted an egg. So far so good.
I may attempt a walk to the bakery as well, maybe not.
Print-rRRR.
Jul. 8th, 2008 12:09 amLast minute everything getting ready to leave for the Country Fair tomorrow. Bill is stressed, I am tired. I have just finished force-feeding the bloody damned printer with which I am not on cordial terms each piece of business card paper, one...at...a...time. (hisssssssss...we hates the printer, hates it Precious!) This printer and I have a lasting poor relationship dating to a couple of years ago when trying to force it to print my final paper about autism and ADHD. It is NOT too much to ask for it to print and collate a 70 page paper on double-sided sheets. Really, it isn't. It sits smugly and stares at me; it knows I can't do anything about it. But, when I asked Bill if he had any business cards printed, and he gave me the not-ready-for-the-event-face-of-woe, I decided that me and the printer could rumble.
It mostly worked. I have a pile of business cards printed and ready to be cut. Of course, they'll have to be cut one at a time because the stupid damn printer can't possibly print text STRAIGHT on a page, oh no, it has to be the rebel and print them all at odd angles.
Today was interesting anyway. Normal day at work, I hid in the basement doing shipping and receiving stuff, which is delightful because I really dislike doing customer service even though I'm quite good at it. Let it suffice to say that when my face is saying that I'm happy to help someone, it is sometimes not telling the truth.
Cathy and I took Andrew (the nephew) out to Value Village. I realized yesterday that I have about a dozen pants and skirts, and not more than two suitable tops to wear to the Fair. I gave some of the linen pants to Bill because he had an inverse clothing situation. The kid, also, needed some screamingly bright shirts to make him easier to track. Andrew was remarkably patient while us grownups tried things on. We then went to Vic's Pizzeria for some take-home pizza. There in the parking lot, the key got stuck in the driver's side door lock, and would NOT budge! Andrew and I went inside to order while Cathy tried to loosen the key. No luck, she came in and called AAA, who put her on hold and hung up on her. I worked on it for a while, no avail. I even went so far as to flag down an Oly cop, (not usually a course of action I would choose,) who jiggled it with the slim jim but also, nothing. Finally, the locksmith, that it turned out that AAA had in fact called before hanging up on Cathy, arrived, and had the door open within 5 minutes and the key freed from the lock mechanism within an half hour. The whole time, I'd been feeding the kiddo pieces of the cheese pizza I'd gotten for him in case sundried tomatoes, peppers and feta were a little too much for him. I'm glad I went the easy route, because I can't imagine having the picky kid argument in the middle of trying to listen to what the locksmith had to say. Apparently this is normal for my kind of car (VW beetle, newer,) and is just a malfunction of the security system in the door. The locksmith will call tomorrow with a mechanism replacement estimate, and an estimate for a second key. (brilliant idea!)
Got the kid home, he declined a slice of the grownups' pizza, brushed his teeth and listened to me read the last bit of the first chapter of The Hobbit. I'm hoping to get the whole thing read to him while he's here; we'll see. He would much rather watch Invader Zim, which admittedly is fun, but he gets plenty of TV at home.
Back to laundry now that printer wrangling is done.
It mostly worked. I have a pile of business cards printed and ready to be cut. Of course, they'll have to be cut one at a time because the stupid damn printer can't possibly print text STRAIGHT on a page, oh no, it has to be the rebel and print them all at odd angles.
Today was interesting anyway. Normal day at work, I hid in the basement doing shipping and receiving stuff, which is delightful because I really dislike doing customer service even though I'm quite good at it. Let it suffice to say that when my face is saying that I'm happy to help someone, it is sometimes not telling the truth.
Cathy and I took Andrew (the nephew) out to Value Village. I realized yesterday that I have about a dozen pants and skirts, and not more than two suitable tops to wear to the Fair. I gave some of the linen pants to Bill because he had an inverse clothing situation. The kid, also, needed some screamingly bright shirts to make him easier to track. Andrew was remarkably patient while us grownups tried things on. We then went to Vic's Pizzeria for some take-home pizza. There in the parking lot, the key got stuck in the driver's side door lock, and would NOT budge! Andrew and I went inside to order while Cathy tried to loosen the key. No luck, she came in and called AAA, who put her on hold and hung up on her. I worked on it for a while, no avail. I even went so far as to flag down an Oly cop, (not usually a course of action I would choose,) who jiggled it with the slim jim but also, nothing. Finally, the locksmith, that it turned out that AAA had in fact called before hanging up on Cathy, arrived, and had the door open within 5 minutes and the key freed from the lock mechanism within an half hour. The whole time, I'd been feeding the kiddo pieces of the cheese pizza I'd gotten for him in case sundried tomatoes, peppers and feta were a little too much for him. I'm glad I went the easy route, because I can't imagine having the picky kid argument in the middle of trying to listen to what the locksmith had to say. Apparently this is normal for my kind of car (VW beetle, newer,) and is just a malfunction of the security system in the door. The locksmith will call tomorrow with a mechanism replacement estimate, and an estimate for a second key. (brilliant idea!)
Got the kid home, he declined a slice of the grownups' pizza, brushed his teeth and listened to me read the last bit of the first chapter of The Hobbit. I'm hoping to get the whole thing read to him while he's here; we'll see. He would much rather watch Invader Zim, which admittedly is fun, but he gets plenty of TV at home.
Back to laundry now that printer wrangling is done.
weird-ass dreams
Jul. 5th, 2008 09:51 amThis morning around 8:30 Bill brought me some tea, and I decided to just stay in bed until it was cool enough to drink. I ended up falling asleep again and having one of those bizarre yet extremely realistic dreams that plague the not-quite-waking mind. I dreamed that Andrew had a wiggly tooth, and he was trying as hard as he could to get it to come out. Then, when he couldn't get it to come out, he broke his jawbone and extracted a piece of that with about four other teeth and presented me with it. (Why these dreams are not bloody, I don't know.) I got upset with him for breaking himself in frustration, took the piece of jawbone and started to look in the fridge for some milk to preserve it in, hollering at Bill that we needed to take Andrew to the dentist right away (Dentist? Not emergency room? ah, dreamland...)but Bill thought that it was just for a tooth because he was engrossed in conversation with fjorlief and didn't understand until I showed him the jawbone, which I'd ended up putting in salt water because we were out of milk. Andrew didn't seem to be in any pain, just sullen because I was angry with him for breaking his own face. At that point Bill came in to wake me up again and to tell me that my tea was getting cold.
The funny thing about this dream, and others like it that I have sometimes, is that the personalities of people I know don't change one bit, if anything they are magnified. Andrew breaks things sometimes if he can't figure out how to make them work the way he wants to. (I'm looking at a sand-filled snake with a hole in it. He couldn't find the little hole, so he created a larger one. I told him I could fix it, but not for a few days, and took it away so it wouldn't develop any more "mysterious" or "accidental" leaks.) Bill, as those of you who know him know, is very hard to pry out of the house at times, and he andfjorlief do really like to chat.
Up now, and glad for the existence of Earl Grey and cheese on olive toast. Essential Bakery of Seattle makes a wonderful olive sourdough that I will sometimes get if I miss open hours at the Blue Heron Bakery and happen to be at the Food Co-op. This morning's cheese of choice is Beecher's Flagship which doesn't toast in to the bread so well, so I placed it in slices on top of the warm toast and let it soften. Mmmm.
Gearing up for Oregon Country Fair madness. Bill is frantically making as much last minute stock as he has the time and materials for, I've been doing the organizational wrangling. Yesterday's activity was creating a new price list that both he and I can understand; pictures and text are very important to use together! We still need to weigh the heavier silver and bronze items and all of the gold things to determine their prices this year. Last I checked gold was almost $940 a pound, silver was still at $18, and copper (bronze is similar, as it is mostly copper,) is hanging out around $4 a pound. The prices are fluctuating so much within the U.S. dollar that he's taken all of the prices off of his website, to be reassessed each time someone shows interest in a piece of jewelry.
Someone came into the garage recently (within the past few months, but when?) and took some really bizarre things. The small kiln that Bill recently bought, the weedwhacker, and some tools we haven't identified as missing yet, but there are some suspicious holes on shelves. None of the multitude of bicycles were taken, and none of the weird stuff left behind by former roommates, either. Yesterday we noticed that the rolling door had its track bent, like someone had tried to force it in. Time to get a motion-sensing security light, I guess. I asked Bill if there would be a way for it to trip something in the house, too, but he thinks that degree of wiring is beyond our finances; he's probably right. There have been menthol cigarette butts in the driveway, too; Bill thinks they're from our intruder. I really hate that I'm going to have to start locking everything. It's been really nice living in a place where that's not as big of a concern; I mean, I grew up in a place where the "person" setting off the new neighbors' car alarm was a gang of juvenile raccoons! Grrr.
Today I need to stroll down to Blue Heron and talk to one of the baristas about watering the garden and feeding the chickie birds while we're all away at the Fair. She's one of those people that I dearly want to cultivate a friendship with because she's so sweet, and she agreed to come and care for the place for a couple of days. Bill and I leave Tuesday, Cathy will come down with Andrew on Thursday and leave Saturday morning because she doesn't like the big crowds, and it's pretty overstimulating for the kiddo. She may or may not bring our friend, Jean, we'll see. That leaves the garden, chickens and cat unattended for two days, which is long enough to need outside assistance.
I think the next bit of organizational wrangling will be "Bill, where are we going to stay Tuesday night?"
I needs mo' tea.
fjorlief and didn't understand until I showed him the jawbone, which I'd ended up putting in salt water because we were out of milk. Andrew didn't seem to be in any pain, just sullen because I was angry with him for breaking his own face. At that point Bill came in to wake me up again and to tell me that my tea was getting cold. The funny thing about this dream, and others like it that I have sometimes, is that the personalities of people I know don't change one bit, if anything they are magnified. Andrew breaks things sometimes if he can't figure out how to make them work the way he wants to. (I'm looking at a sand-filled snake with a hole in it. He couldn't find the little hole, so he created a larger one. I told him I could fix it, but not for a few days, and took it away so it wouldn't develop any more "mysterious" or "accidental" leaks.) Bill, as those of you who know him know, is very hard to pry out of the house at times, and he and
fjorlief do really like to chat. Up now, and glad for the existence of Earl Grey and cheese on olive toast. Essential Bakery of Seattle makes a wonderful olive sourdough that I will sometimes get if I miss open hours at the Blue Heron Bakery and happen to be at the Food Co-op. This morning's cheese of choice is Beecher's Flagship which doesn't toast in to the bread so well, so I placed it in slices on top of the warm toast and let it soften. Mmmm.
Gearing up for Oregon Country Fair madness. Bill is frantically making as much last minute stock as he has the time and materials for, I've been doing the organizational wrangling. Yesterday's activity was creating a new price list that both he and I can understand; pictures and text are very important to use together! We still need to weigh the heavier silver and bronze items and all of the gold things to determine their prices this year. Last I checked gold was almost $940 a pound, silver was still at $18, and copper (bronze is similar, as it is mostly copper,) is hanging out around $4 a pound. The prices are fluctuating so much within the U.S. dollar that he's taken all of the prices off of his website, to be reassessed each time someone shows interest in a piece of jewelry.
Someone came into the garage recently (within the past few months, but when?) and took some really bizarre things. The small kiln that Bill recently bought, the weedwhacker, and some tools we haven't identified as missing yet, but there are some suspicious holes on shelves. None of the multitude of bicycles were taken, and none of the weird stuff left behind by former roommates, either. Yesterday we noticed that the rolling door had its track bent, like someone had tried to force it in. Time to get a motion-sensing security light, I guess. I asked Bill if there would be a way for it to trip something in the house, too, but he thinks that degree of wiring is beyond our finances; he's probably right. There have been menthol cigarette butts in the driveway, too; Bill thinks they're from our intruder. I really hate that I'm going to have to start locking everything. It's been really nice living in a place where that's not as big of a concern; I mean, I grew up in a place where the "person" setting off the new neighbors' car alarm was a gang of juvenile raccoons! Grrr.
Today I need to stroll down to Blue Heron and talk to one of the baristas about watering the garden and feeding the chickie birds while we're all away at the Fair. She's one of those people that I dearly want to cultivate a friendship with because she's so sweet, and she agreed to come and care for the place for a couple of days. Bill and I leave Tuesday, Cathy will come down with Andrew on Thursday and leave Saturday morning because she doesn't like the big crowds, and it's pretty overstimulating for the kiddo. She may or may not bring our friend, Jean, we'll see. That leaves the garden, chickens and cat unattended for two days, which is long enough to need outside assistance.
I think the next bit of organizational wrangling will be "Bill, where are we going to stay Tuesday night?"
I needs mo' tea.
