Thursday, February 28, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
The poetry of Sylvia Plath
What do these have in common?
I am guessing that these are the only three topics that we didn't talk about when I spent the weekend in Louisville with some dear friends from high school. Will doesn't understand how talking can be considered a great time, but it was. We did visit three museums -- Glassworks, The Kentucky Museum of Arts and Crafts, and 21C's -- but there was mostly talking. And talking about where to eat. And eating. What could be better?
And, I think I may have made some knitting converts . . .
In other knitting news, I received an invitation from Ravelry last week. I set up my notebook, got a Flickr account, posted some pictures and joined two groups. Then, I spent many hours (I don't even want to guess at a real number, as it would be too embarrassing) reading posts, looking for patterns and coveting yarn. Luckily (luckily?), I was quite sick on Wednesday and Thursday, so I didn't feel too guilty about not doing something more constructive. But, as each day I think about having a cozy little knit shop of my very own, I think I will consider it research.
A few weeks ago on her blog, Holly asked if Ravelry would "kill the blogging star". I think it could be possible, but I have made a promise to myself to keep up with this blog and the Knittyboard before I go to Ravelry.
Of course, I also promised myself that I would exercise for 30 minutes and do at least an hour of housework each day before I knit one stitch or sat down at the computer. oops.
Not much time for Ravelry this week, anyway. Tonight is Will's wrestling banquet, and tomorrow is his birthday. Wednesday we have the boys, Thursday is knitting at the library and I have a catering job on Friday. But I might just pop over there for a minute or two . . . or three.
Monday, February 18, 2008
But you know what? I liked it. The story was gruesome, true, but the actor/musicians were fantastic and the staging was amazing (one of the best things about our seats up in the cloud club is the view of the movement on stage -- the other best thing is how cheap they are!)
At intermission, we watched people literally fleeing the theater. I have never left a production or movie in the middle; I guess I always hold out hope that it will get better.
I have, however, napped. (See above reference to Urinetown.)
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Thursday was just one of those days. You know, when things just don't go so well. The highlight was going out to my car (after spending a hour convincing Grandma that A) she wasn't dying and B) we still loved her even though no one went in to see her on Tuesday or Wednesday because of the ice storm) and trying to turn the key in the ignition.
No go. Long story short, after towing, drilling, ordering parts and $435, I should get the car back on Tuesday.
When I finally got around to checking e-mail that evening, I found this note, from the priest at our sister parish in Gaspard, Haiti, St. Therese. Our parish sends them $965 each month, but in November, we were able to send an extra $3000, which they planned to use for building latrines for the school and church. In early December, a wild storm hit their mountaintop town, damaging the clinic, school, church and many homes. This was the first major trauma for Father Phechner, who has been a priest for just a little over a year.Dear friends of Holy Ambroise,
I am very happy today in the name of the parishioners of Gaspard to write you to tell you how much you contributed for the working order of the parish. Thanks to your supports we could resist the different responsibilities of the parish. Even as the storm had hit us you were there to rescue us. Me particularly and all parishioners we are united in only one heart to tell you thank you for all grants received during the year 2007. God spoke in your hearts and I think that he fills you with her blessings and you continue to answer your vocation of Christian. Thank you and a thousand times thank you. That God blessed you and protect you from all pain. I am anxious to greet all people who contributed to help us towards the parish.
your agreeable brother in Jesus Christ
Fr. Phechner Julmisse
Sort of puts things in perspective for me.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
I really love to learn something new.
Peace, and love.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Sue really liked Nate's hat, so I thought I would make a hat up for her in a soft yarn (although she is yet to lose any of her hair). The yarn is Tesoro from Jo-Ann's, 100% wool --I'm not sure they carry it any longer, as it was in the clearance bin -- and I used a twisted rib stitch. I wrote up the pattern; if anyone would be interested, I'd be glad to post it.
Maggie graciously modeled for me:
And here's little Nate, blowing out his candles. Clothes off, but new shoes on. Let's just hope he doesn't celebrate every birthday in the same outfit.
Will has had an outstanding week, winning the Heisman Trophy in the NCAA Football video game -- we had an ice storm and he has had two days off school -- plenty of time to build a powerhouse Purdue program and defeat every team on the schedule. He is currently beating Florida State in the national championship. I'm so proud.
I knocked the ice off the jeep and slowly made my way into church this morning to play for a funeral; the backroads and side streets were still skating-rink slick this morning. After last week's tornadoes, I'd have to say this is the weirdest February weather I can remember.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Question: How many Wal-Mart employees does it take to tell you that they won't exchange the HP picture printer you bought for Maggie at Christmas?
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Nathan turned two yesterday. Perhaps I should have washed his face before taking his official picture.
I was taking some pictures to add to Grandpa Dale's Valentines -- I hope these make him smile.
Nathan likes to go the library, get into things he shouldn't, climb where he musn't and watch Max and Ruby. So, he's having a Max and Ruby party. Here is his cake:
And my attempt at making a Max: I don't think it looks so much like Max, but Will says that a perfect representation would be difficult because Max has a very weird body. He always knows just what to say . . .
We got Nathan a big dump truck, but Clay really had to search for one without a CAT logo. Sheesh.
Off to the party -- pictures soon.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
- I abandoned The Friday Night Knitting Club and put it in the Goodwill pile. I just couldn't stand it anymore, and it would just be mean to pass it along to a friend. I did peek at the "shocking ending" people wrote about on Amazon.com, however. The ending only further convinced me that this is much less a novel and more a screenplay. Abby gave me A Thousand Splendid Suns for Christmas (I suspect her mother picked it out) and I think I will start it this weekend.
- I finished the orange shawl; Maggie said Nate's mom loved his hat and would like one, so I'm casting on for that today.
- It was painful, but I ripped out Tommy's sweater, and am looking for the perfect little hooded cardigan for him. Off to the library.
- Funny story. I witnessed a wreck after dropping Will off at school on Wednesday -- I'll get to the funny part in a moment. Girl #1 pulled out of the gas station and didn't see Girl #2 who ran right into her. Girl #1 drove a shiny new car; her bumper and fender shattered into a thousand little pieces all over the road (I suspect because it was bitterly cold). Girl #2 works for a rival gas station and was out checking prices (let's not even go into that); her older model car was wrinkled up accordian-style, but both girls were fine. I was on my way to Mass, but gave the girls my cell number. During Mass, I left my cell phone in the school kitchen; I was on my way back to the kitchen, talking to someone in the cafeteria, when I heard it ring. Our friend Doug, the school janitor and all-around goof, answered my phone with, "Georgiann's answering service," then after a few seconds said, "I'm sorry, she's pretty drunk, and I think she's been smoking a little pot this morning, too."
It was the police.
Luckily, the policeman was in my high school class and knows Doug, so after my initial mortification, it was all very funny.
Remind me not to leave my phone where Doug can get to it.
Some bloggers are great at regular themed postings -- work-in-progress Wednesdays, new yarn acquisitions on Fridays -- Jo posts a book report every week. I don't know how successful I will be, but I think I will try to post a recipe every Friday -- not so much for posterity, but to remind me of how I made something. I tend to make a dish differently every time because I forget to write down how I did it. This week, I made chicken chili, and Will said it was one of my best efforts. Clay just ate until his stomach hurt -- high praise, indeed.
1 large white onion, chopped
3 cloves of garlic, minced
8 c. chicken stock
4 cups cooked chicken (this time, I poached 5 Market Day Chickensteaks and shredded them)
2 jars of white beans
1 can diced green chilis
2 cans white whole kernel corn
3 T. diced jalapenos
2 t. ground cumin
1 t. cayenne pepper
1/2 t. white pepper
1 t. oregano
2 T. lime juice
2T. chopped cilantro
In the soup pot, saute the onion and garlic in about 2 T. olive oil until translucent. Add everything else except lime juice and cilantro, and bring to a near-boil, then turn down heat and simmer for about half an hour. Right before serving, stir in lime juice and cilantro. Serve with shredded cheese, sour cream and extra chopped jalapenos.
peace and warm soup to all