Mom is resting semi-comfortably in the recliner, two days post-second-foot-surgery. the bad: two to three days in is usually when things hurt the most. the good: she knows the worst part is almost over.
i am resting semi-comfortably on my bed, on day six of the Surprise Sinus Infection From Hell. the bad: i am coughing stuff up and snotting things out. the good: i am coughing stuff up and snotting things out, and am pretty royally pissed off about it, which is a sure sign that i'm almost well. plus i don't have to clear my throat to speak audibly today.
and December marches on.....
K, J, and Little V arrive in two weeks! HOORAY! never mind that crazy work schedules, surgery, and sudden illness have left us less prepared than we would like to be - really, it's just shopping, present-wrapping, and cleaning, most of which happens last-minute every year, anyway.
this week is the eye of an extremely fun and crazy storm.
the whirlwind to come, in which we host a toddler who gets, for the first time, this whole Christmas thing - cookies! Santa! presents! lights! magic!
....and the whirlwind just passed, in which we spent Thanksgiving with E's family, saw Amma for the second time (i was so blissed out that i got up and walked off before Amma could hand me the prasad - a sacred offering, usually chocolate - and She had to call me back! She was laughing, and playfully pelted me with flower petals, it was awesome), and E surprised me by picking me up at work early (aided and abetted by my sneaky mcsneakerson boss and coworkers, who put fake client names in my schedule), taking me to dinner in Greektown and then to the Red Wings game, walking back to Greektown afterward, stopping to admire the tree at Campus Martius Park...and then getting down on one knee and asking me to marry her. and i said YES!
well, actually, first i said, "Shut the f*** up!", because i was so surprised, and then i said yes.
basically, she re-created the night before Thanksgiving three years ago - the night it all began. the night we realized we were still in love.
it was perfect.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Thursday, October 23, 2014
not bad for a retrograde
we had a blast at Evil Dead: The Musical.
E started working the day shift (7am-3pm) today.
Lola shook her muffler loose this morning, as i was taking Mom to her annual eye-dilation appointment...
...two doors down from a Muffler Man repair shop, where the guy got me right in, showed me the broken pipe, explained exactly what needed to be done (properly, not a band-aid fix), gave me a 10% discount, AND waived the sales tax.
and i didn't even have to borrow money for the $469 repair.
God > Mercury.
every time.
E started working the day shift (7am-3pm) today.
Lola shook her muffler loose this morning, as i was taking Mom to her annual eye-dilation appointment...
...two doors down from a Muffler Man repair shop, where the guy got me right in, showed me the broken pipe, explained exactly what needed to be done (properly, not a band-aid fix), gave me a 10% discount, AND waived the sales tax.
and i didn't even have to borrow money for the $469 repair.
God > Mercury.
every time.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
(you can't read it, but this banner says "Lez Give Thanks")
CatCat got to do some catting in the front window...
the leaves are brilliant and beautiful and make my heart skip with happiness...
gas prices continue to fall...
and today, i won these tickets:
somebody up there must know we need a date night! :o)
the dog has accepted being crated without issue, i've had a full work schedule, E might get to move to the day shift, and i found a recipe for slow-cooker chicken tikka! all in all, it's been a very busy but pretty awesome week.
Bonus Pic:
"oh, the eyes of the puppy are upon youuuuu...everything you do he's gonna see...when you're in bed, just look right on youuuuuuu....'cause that's! where the puppy's! gonna be!"
Thursday, October 9, 2014
wedding fever!
*insert disco moves here*
legally and financially, we're at least a year away from getting married - two years would be a better guess. nevertheless, i'm in full-blown planning mode this week! i figure the more we can figure out/narrow down now, and the more costs we can ballpark, the better we can prepare (and the lower our stress levels will be).
E is immensely relieved that i'm so gung-ho ("thank God one of us is into this kind of thing!"). she has pledged her input and her help with absolutely everything, but isn't comfortable planning anything larger than a Superbowl party. i think she was worried that i would be sad, but honestly? i've just been given free rein to plan our wedding.
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
so far, our requirements are few. we're neither of us the princess type, and couldn't care less about things like chair covers and tulle and things matching. we just want a nice, laid-back celebration with our families and friends, and we'd like things to look suitably festive. we're also very budget-minded, and are willing to spend more on what really matters to us (great food, great pictures, an awesome first dance, a Hawaiian honeymoon) and less on things like venue and decor.
ideally, we'll be using the back yard at my Mom's house for the ceremony and reception (i say ideally because i haven't asked Mom yet. well, not recently. but she did agree to that idea twelve or so years ago...). That would mean no venue fee, but we'd need to rent a canopy, chairs, tables, tablecloths, a dance floor, and some kind of sound system. we'd also need to deep-clean the house and spruce up the yard. i've already been considering preparation timelines...have all deep-cleaning done and the yard mowed three days before; make the frosting two days before; bake the cake/cupcakes and have the rental items delivered the day before (and host a combination wedding rehearsal/table-setup/cupcake-frosting party that afternoon). that would leave the wedding day morning/early afternoon free for putting tablecloths on and decor up, with plenty of time left for getting ready! (i don't understand the common multi-hour hair and makeup sessions. i plan on looking stellar, but also looking like ME. which means very little makeup. and probably braided hair. and a dress that takes all of 5 minutes to put on, lace up, and adjust.)
the second option we're considering is a banquet hall near E's house. it's a very pretty venue, with tall windows in the main banquet room (i do like those windows), but it's also very cookie-cutter. i've emailed the contact person for rates, menu options, and rental information...the website had a list of preferred vendors for things like flowers and cakes, but i don't know if "preferred" means "you're free to use whomever you like", or "these are the only vendors we're comfortable with". and i am determined to make our wedding cake. so. we'll see how relaxed their rules are, and we'll see what the cost breakdown will be.
the theme will probably be "laid-back, colorful wedding with maybe a picnic-y vibe". metal tubs (or possibly the wheelbarrow) full of iced beers, water, and fizzy drinks! buffet-style BBQ, perhaps, or maybe individual boxed sandwiches, salads, and cookies! strings of Christmas lights around the dance floor and in the dining tent! spiked lemonade! chocolate cupcakes with fluffy white frosting and rainbow sprinkles! a bonfire, maybe...we could do individual s'mores kits as favors!
a yarn pompom bouquet!
because, obviously!
legally and financially, we're at least a year away from getting married - two years would be a better guess. nevertheless, i'm in full-blown planning mode this week! i figure the more we can figure out/narrow down now, and the more costs we can ballpark, the better we can prepare (and the lower our stress levels will be).
E is immensely relieved that i'm so gung-ho ("thank God one of us is into this kind of thing!"). she has pledged her input and her help with absolutely everything, but isn't comfortable planning anything larger than a Superbowl party. i think she was worried that i would be sad, but honestly? i've just been given free rein to plan our wedding.
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
so far, our requirements are few. we're neither of us the princess type, and couldn't care less about things like chair covers and tulle and things matching. we just want a nice, laid-back celebration with our families and friends, and we'd like things to look suitably festive. we're also very budget-minded, and are willing to spend more on what really matters to us (great food, great pictures, an awesome first dance, a Hawaiian honeymoon) and less on things like venue and decor.
ideally, we'll be using the back yard at my Mom's house for the ceremony and reception (i say ideally because i haven't asked Mom yet. well, not recently. but she did agree to that idea twelve or so years ago...). That would mean no venue fee, but we'd need to rent a canopy, chairs, tables, tablecloths, a dance floor, and some kind of sound system. we'd also need to deep-clean the house and spruce up the yard. i've already been considering preparation timelines...have all deep-cleaning done and the yard mowed three days before; make the frosting two days before; bake the cake/cupcakes and have the rental items delivered the day before (and host a combination wedding rehearsal/table-setup/cupcake-frosting party that afternoon). that would leave the wedding day morning/early afternoon free for putting tablecloths on and decor up, with plenty of time left for getting ready! (i don't understand the common multi-hour hair and makeup sessions. i plan on looking stellar, but also looking like ME. which means very little makeup. and probably braided hair. and a dress that takes all of 5 minutes to put on, lace up, and adjust.)
the second option we're considering is a banquet hall near E's house. it's a very pretty venue, with tall windows in the main banquet room (i do like those windows), but it's also very cookie-cutter. i've emailed the contact person for rates, menu options, and rental information...the website had a list of preferred vendors for things like flowers and cakes, but i don't know if "preferred" means "you're free to use whomever you like", or "these are the only vendors we're comfortable with". and i am determined to make our wedding cake. so. we'll see how relaxed their rules are, and we'll see what the cost breakdown will be.
the theme will probably be "laid-back, colorful wedding with maybe a picnic-y vibe". metal tubs (or possibly the wheelbarrow) full of iced beers, water, and fizzy drinks! buffet-style BBQ, perhaps, or maybe individual boxed sandwiches, salads, and cookies! strings of Christmas lights around the dance floor and in the dining tent! spiked lemonade! chocolate cupcakes with fluffy white frosting and rainbow sprinkles! a bonfire, maybe...we could do individual s'mores kits as favors!
a yarn pompom bouquet!
because, obviously!
Sunday, October 5, 2014
i'm typing this one-handed, because the cat is insisting that i hold her while she naps. poor thing, i know she's lonely - her basement exile continues.
last weekend, E and i hit the Michigan Renaissance Festival! i hadn't been since...ummmm...college, but found it to be just as hilarious and bawdy and fun as ever - though, perhaps, with way fewer tempting things to buy. that could just be me, though, because i'm pretty sure i was all OVER that sh*t when i was 19. ahh, tastes. how they do change.
we spent some extra money and attended the Pig & Swig - four beers paired with four different kinds of bacon! it was totally worth it, there was a minstrel band in period dress playing Irish drinking songs (one of which i remembered from elementary school music class), and we were all banging our flight paddles on the tables and bellowing along. and we did each buy one of these:
no, it's not a crystal ball. it's an acrylic sphere for contact juggling!so far, i can roll it around in my palm, and i can move it from my palm to the back of my hand, but the arm and body rolls are going to take a looong time to master.
after a long and fruitless search, i borrowed this book through an inter-library loan. god knows where my copy's got to, and i needed this hat pattern to make a Christmas present. having gotten both earflaps made and connected, i expect my book to reappear shortly!
mid-term election season is upon us, and already i'm sick of the ads and campaigning. but i couldn't resist making my political affiliation known:
love is a piece of heart-shaped chicken in your bowl of homemade chicken alfredo:
and speaking of love, yesterday E and i celebrated two years together! our friend S and her partner C were in town, so we all piled into E's car and gave C an insiders' tour of Detroit. we started with lunch here:
(not to self: you don't have to eat the entire plate of brisket in one sitting)
took a ride on the People Mover:
and finished off the day with pumpkin ale and pizza at Motor City Brewing Works. it was really a wonderful day!
today, we've taken it easy. lots of snuggling, pancakes for breakfast, and a sausage-and-tortellini stew for dinner. i need to put laundry in the dryer, wash dishes, and walk the dog...assuming Houdini lets me get up.
last weekend, E and i hit the Michigan Renaissance Festival! i hadn't been since...ummmm...college, but found it to be just as hilarious and bawdy and fun as ever - though, perhaps, with way fewer tempting things to buy. that could just be me, though, because i'm pretty sure i was all OVER that sh*t when i was 19. ahh, tastes. how they do change.
we spent some extra money and attended the Pig & Swig - four beers paired with four different kinds of bacon! it was totally worth it, there was a minstrel band in period dress playing Irish drinking songs (one of which i remembered from elementary school music class), and we were all banging our flight paddles on the tables and bellowing along. and we did each buy one of these:
no, it's not a crystal ball. it's an acrylic sphere for contact juggling!so far, i can roll it around in my palm, and i can move it from my palm to the back of my hand, but the arm and body rolls are going to take a looong time to master.
after a long and fruitless search, i borrowed this book through an inter-library loan. god knows where my copy's got to, and i needed this hat pattern to make a Christmas present. having gotten both earflaps made and connected, i expect my book to reappear shortly!
mid-term election season is upon us, and already i'm sick of the ads and campaigning. but i couldn't resist making my political affiliation known:
love is a piece of heart-shaped chicken in your bowl of homemade chicken alfredo:
and speaking of love, yesterday E and i celebrated two years together! our friend S and her partner C were in town, so we all piled into E's car and gave C an insiders' tour of Detroit. we started with lunch here:
(not to self: you don't have to eat the entire plate of brisket in one sitting)
took a ride on the People Mover:
visited the Heidelberg Project:
and finished off the day with pumpkin ale and pizza at Motor City Brewing Works. it was really a wonderful day!
today, we've taken it easy. lots of snuggling, pancakes for breakfast, and a sausage-and-tortellini stew for dinner. i need to put laundry in the dryer, wash dishes, and walk the dog...assuming Houdini lets me get up.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
projects
this hat is a Christmas present for my older sister. the yarn is Lion Brand Amazing, in the Regatta colorway, and as soon as i saw the word "regatta", i thought of A, who used to do a lot of competitive sailing but is now land-locked in Colorado. she's very musical, and going through a belated Joni Mitchell period, so i'm making her a slouchy hat to wear while she plays her guitar.
(Christmas is THREE. MONTHS. AWAY. hoooooly cow!!!)
THIS. i'm very excited about this. we have a lot of downed tree limbs around this year, courtesy of a string of bad storms, and i've found a use for this one. today, i bought an 18" round unfinished table top for $7...now all i need are some wood screws and a borrowed saw (i own a drill already), and Houdini will have a custom-made scratching post!
i haven't got a picture for my next project, but i'm closer to getting my massage license! they received my application, my high school transcripts (to prove that i graduated) are ordered and en route, and today i dropped off the education verification paperwork at my massage school. three down, three to go: verification of my WA license, verification that i passed the NCBTMB exam, and fingerprints/background check.
this isn't a project, it's just something i meant to talk about and forgot. back in mid-August, we got to tour hand-built replicas of the Nina and the Pinta - two of the ships that brought Columbus to the New World. i'm not a fan of Columbus...the New World was already inhabited, and had actually already been discovered by non-native cultures (the Vikings for sure, and possibly even the Chinese), and he ushered in an age of genocide that absolutely does not deserve to have its own national holiday. however, i'm a huge history buff, so getting to step aboard historically accurate ships from an historically important voyage was pretty damn cool!
you know what? they're small. SO SMALL. both ships were under 100 feet long, and not very wide. imagining three of these crossing the Atlantic Ocean, when they were dwarfed by the freighters on the Detroit River, was staggering - even more so considering that ships of this time period pre-date the invention of the nautical steering wheel by a couple hundred years. and yet those three little ships are the culturally accepted launch point for American history. from those three little ships, came all of this. as grateful as i am to be alive, i just...wow. i can't stop thinking that exploring the replicas was like looking at a couple of Black Death bacteria under a microscope. so tiny, and responsible for so much destruction.
mind-blowing.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
the week
* Lola the Jeep did NOT need any sudden repairs! the "leak" was nothing more than leftover fluid in the old brake line making its way out. i'm jubilant! i'm ecstatic! i'm...wishing they would've told me that could happen and saved me hours of panic!
*Dallas (aka Tripod, aka Sir Pups-a-lot, aka Nibbles) is settling in nicely. he's getting plenty of exercise, and we're working on sitting, staying, and the all-important Get Down. he loves to fence-race with Ruger, the neighbor dog, and he barks his fool head off at every person he encounters...including drive-through cashiers. E took him downstairs yesterday for an official cat visit (there have been a few unofficial, tearing-down-the-stairs-after-him visits), and Houdini puffed her fur out, sized him up, and swatted him. personally, i consider this progress - she's getting used to his noise and scent, and has figured out that she can mount an offensive instead of running for cover. also, we are in contact with a trainer who does the temperament tests for the shelter, and who promised a free training session to the next adopter after Dallas was returned. so, to sum up, pupperton will get some proper training, and eventually the cat will free-range in the house again.
*Mom's foot surgery went perfectly, and she is now recuperating in her recliner. we took up all the area rugs in the house, and she's been scooting around in a wheeled office chair. you'd hardly know she's injured - she's been keeping up on the dishwasher (MOM! you need to let me do some of this stuff!!!), and today she made herself a grilled-cheese sandwich.
*sometimes you really need a bucket of fried chicken, some biscuits, and a tub of coleslaw. don't ask me why. it's a mystery of the universe.
*i'm making progress on the licensing. high school transcripts have been sent; next up, i drop off education verification paperwork to my massage school.
*you know what's marvelous? getting through an exhausting, stressful, pulled-in-all-directions week, crying a few times, wondering why your anxiety seems out of proportion, doing some navel-gazing...and realizing that that sense of being in perpetual disgrace that you've been carrying around for 13 years (encompassing your failure to graduate from college, several bouts of depression, several horrific endings to relationships, being fired from a job, being unable to find a job, several moves across state lines, and several poor decisions that seemed right at the time) is complete and utter bullshit. you are not in disgrace. you were NEVER in disgrace. the Israelites had to wander in the wilderness for FORTY YEARS - you only wandered for eleven, but it took you two more to figure out that you were free. FREE!!!
*Dallas (aka Tripod, aka Sir Pups-a-lot, aka Nibbles) is settling in nicely. he's getting plenty of exercise, and we're working on sitting, staying, and the all-important Get Down. he loves to fence-race with Ruger, the neighbor dog, and he barks his fool head off at every person he encounters...including drive-through cashiers. E took him downstairs yesterday for an official cat visit (there have been a few unofficial, tearing-down-the-stairs-after-him visits), and Houdini puffed her fur out, sized him up, and swatted him. personally, i consider this progress - she's getting used to his noise and scent, and has figured out that she can mount an offensive instead of running for cover. also, we are in contact with a trainer who does the temperament tests for the shelter, and who promised a free training session to the next adopter after Dallas was returned. so, to sum up, pupperton will get some proper training, and eventually the cat will free-range in the house again.
*Mom's foot surgery went perfectly, and she is now recuperating in her recliner. we took up all the area rugs in the house, and she's been scooting around in a wheeled office chair. you'd hardly know she's injured - she's been keeping up on the dishwasher (MOM! you need to let me do some of this stuff!!!), and today she made herself a grilled-cheese sandwich.
*sometimes you really need a bucket of fried chicken, some biscuits, and a tub of coleslaw. don't ask me why. it's a mystery of the universe.
*i'm making progress on the licensing. high school transcripts have been sent; next up, i drop off education verification paperwork to my massage school.
*you know what's marvelous? getting through an exhausting, stressful, pulled-in-all-directions week, crying a few times, wondering why your anxiety seems out of proportion, doing some navel-gazing...and realizing that that sense of being in perpetual disgrace that you've been carrying around for 13 years (encompassing your failure to graduate from college, several bouts of depression, several horrific endings to relationships, being fired from a job, being unable to find a job, several moves across state lines, and several poor decisions that seemed right at the time) is complete and utter bullshit. you are not in disgrace. you were NEVER in disgrace. the Israelites had to wander in the wilderness for FORTY YEARS - you only wandered for eleven, but it took you two more to figure out that you were free. FREE!!!
Monday, September 15, 2014
dog days
so, this happened:
we rescued this guy from the animal shelter on Friday morning and, apart from some mild separation anxiety, he's fitting in just fine. he's a judicious barker (except for barking extra-long at men), and a big snuggly baby who likes to nibble on clothes and ears. he's f*cking adorable, and we really don't understand why someone gave up such a great dog!
he and Houdini have yet to be formally introduced...she's still at Mom's, but Mom is having foot surgery this Friday, so the cat was slated to move back to E's mid-week before we got Tripod, and we're just going to have to stick to that plan and see how things go. i'm not expecting it to be a bed of roses, lol...but the pup is very chill, and the house is big enough for the cat to have her own space when she needs it.
in other news, after leaking something that looked suspiciously like brake fluid in a client's driveway yesterday afternoon (yet not last night or this morning), the Jeep is back in the shop today. sigh. Lola does have a history of cluster repairs, and it has been a couple years since the last cluster, so here's hoping we're just getting things out of the way before winter!
the weather has cooled down dramatically, and i've been pretty giddy about it! fall has always been my favorite season - the leaves, the smells, the hoodies and hats, Halloween and Thanksgiving...this is tea-drinking, soup-making weather, and i am loving every minute!
we rescued this guy from the animal shelter on Friday morning and, apart from some mild separation anxiety, he's fitting in just fine. he's a judicious barker (except for barking extra-long at men), and a big snuggly baby who likes to nibble on clothes and ears. he's f*cking adorable, and we really don't understand why someone gave up such a great dog!
he and Houdini have yet to be formally introduced...she's still at Mom's, but Mom is having foot surgery this Friday, so the cat was slated to move back to E's mid-week before we got Tripod, and we're just going to have to stick to that plan and see how things go. i'm not expecting it to be a bed of roses, lol...but the pup is very chill, and the house is big enough for the cat to have her own space when she needs it.
in other news, after leaking something that looked suspiciously like brake fluid in a client's driveway yesterday afternoon (yet not last night or this morning), the Jeep is back in the shop today. sigh. Lola does have a history of cluster repairs, and it has been a couple years since the last cluster, so here's hoping we're just getting things out of the way before winter!
the weather has cooled down dramatically, and i've been pretty giddy about it! fall has always been my favorite season - the leaves, the smells, the hoodies and hats, Halloween and Thanksgiving...this is tea-drinking, soup-making weather, and i am loving every minute!
Sunday, September 7, 2014
power(less)
it's been quite the interesting week!
on tuesday, i mailed in my license application and a money order for $95. on tuesday evening, my brake line rusted through as i was driving home from work. fortunately, i was only two blocks from my street, with very light traffic; even more fortunately, the repair shop we've used for years is, literally, around the block - i passed it, actually. had i been thinking clearly, i would've parked the jeep there and walked home! instead, followed by E, i drove it (sloooooooooooowly) there by the back streets early the next morning. the beautiful thing about working opposite shifts from one's beloved is, as long as you've got one working car between you at all times, you're going to be ok.
long story short: new brake line, $197. working car, priceless.
on friday, we were expecting some inclement weather, and it did not disappoint. i was camped out in Mom's recliner, catching up on Pinterest, cat on my lap, listening to the approaching storm. the minutes ticked by. the wind picked up, the rain came down, the lightning flashed, i unplugged the laptop and said, to the cat, "ok, here we go..."
...and the lights went out. "Seriously?!", i said, indignant; but we're on the same grid as the police station, so i fully expected the lights to come back on before bed. they didn't. and they were still out the next morning when i drove to work...where the power was also out. yours truly performed three massages by the light of her headlamp before driving home, fingers crossed...
...nope.
i did as much cleaning as possible with no vacuum, hand-washed some dishes, straightened up the house, mourned my leftover Chinese food, took a nap, then went to dinner with E, where we discussed weddings and wedding bands before i left to pick up Mom from the airport. "Welcome Home, sorry the power's still out!"
this morning, our neighbor ran an extension cord from his generator to our kitchen, so we could plug in the refrigerator and (HALLELUJAH) coffee maker, and then we walked down the street to check out the generations-old willow tree that came crashing down, taking the power lines out with it:
currently, the estimated repair time is 11:30pm on tuesday. we remain optimistic. in the meantime, i'm staying the night at E's, and letting Mom have the rest of the hot water at home, lol. E is napping before work, and i am going to make meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and roasted carrots for dinner, praying all the while for a less interesting (read: expensive) week ahead.
on tuesday, i mailed in my license application and a money order for $95. on tuesday evening, my brake line rusted through as i was driving home from work. fortunately, i was only two blocks from my street, with very light traffic; even more fortunately, the repair shop we've used for years is, literally, around the block - i passed it, actually. had i been thinking clearly, i would've parked the jeep there and walked home! instead, followed by E, i drove it (sloooooooooooowly) there by the back streets early the next morning. the beautiful thing about working opposite shifts from one's beloved is, as long as you've got one working car between you at all times, you're going to be ok.
long story short: new brake line, $197. working car, priceless.
on friday, we were expecting some inclement weather, and it did not disappoint. i was camped out in Mom's recliner, catching up on Pinterest, cat on my lap, listening to the approaching storm. the minutes ticked by. the wind picked up, the rain came down, the lightning flashed, i unplugged the laptop and said, to the cat, "ok, here we go..."
...and the lights went out. "Seriously?!", i said, indignant; but we're on the same grid as the police station, so i fully expected the lights to come back on before bed. they didn't. and they were still out the next morning when i drove to work...where the power was also out. yours truly performed three massages by the light of her headlamp before driving home, fingers crossed...
...nope.
i did as much cleaning as possible with no vacuum, hand-washed some dishes, straightened up the house, mourned my leftover Chinese food, took a nap, then went to dinner with E, where we discussed weddings and wedding bands before i left to pick up Mom from the airport. "Welcome Home, sorry the power's still out!"
this morning, our neighbor ran an extension cord from his generator to our kitchen, so we could plug in the refrigerator and (HALLELUJAH) coffee maker, and then we walked down the street to check out the generations-old willow tree that came crashing down, taking the power lines out with it:
currently, the estimated repair time is 11:30pm on tuesday. we remain optimistic. in the meantime, i'm staying the night at E's, and letting Mom have the rest of the hot water at home, lol. E is napping before work, and i am going to make meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and roasted carrots for dinner, praying all the while for a less interesting (read: expensive) week ahead.
Monday, September 1, 2014
labor day
after a lovely rainy morning spent eating chocolate cake, drinking coffee, and pretty much just hanging out while listening to the Ani DiFranco/Utah Phillips album "Fellow Workers", E headed home to do laundry and get ready for tonight's shift.
tomorrow is the traditional first day of the school year, and that's probably why, for me, September has always felt like a more appropriate time to make goals and resolutions for a new year. so much anticipation in the air! new supplies, new clothes, a heart full of potential, ready for a Fresh Start.
*dreamy sigh*
*arranges notebook and pencils*
here are the goals i'm working on right now:
-Minimize possessions
-Become an active participant in activism for things i believe in
-Get my MI massage license
-Pay off credit card and student loans
-Get new shocks, struts, and tires
-Build a $1,000 emergency fund
-Learn new modalities/broaden my skill set
today, i'm taking lots of small steps - doing laundry, sorting through and consolidating boxes of things in the basement, joining my MichFest sisters in emailing the NCLR's board of directors, finishing my license application, window-shopping to compare tire prices, and rewarding myself for all the above by trying out a pattern for a crocheted baby cowboy hat. progress and yarn go so well together, yes?
enjoy the holiday, and take a minute to thank those who went before us and fought for better wages, hours, and working conditions...and remember the millions around the world for whom these rights are still a dream.
tomorrow is the traditional first day of the school year, and that's probably why, for me, September has always felt like a more appropriate time to make goals and resolutions for a new year. so much anticipation in the air! new supplies, new clothes, a heart full of potential, ready for a Fresh Start.
*dreamy sigh*
*arranges notebook and pencils*
here are the goals i'm working on right now:
-Minimize possessions
-Become an active participant in activism for things i believe in
-Get my MI massage license
-Pay off credit card and student loans
-Get new shocks, struts, and tires
-Build a $1,000 emergency fund
-Learn new modalities/broaden my skill set
today, i'm taking lots of small steps - doing laundry, sorting through and consolidating boxes of things in the basement, joining my MichFest sisters in emailing the NCLR's board of directors, finishing my license application, window-shopping to compare tire prices, and rewarding myself for all the above by trying out a pattern for a crocheted baby cowboy hat. progress and yarn go so well together, yes?
enjoy the holiday, and take a minute to thank those who went before us and fought for better wages, hours, and working conditions...and remember the millions around the world for whom these rights are still a dream.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
all the things
happiness is taking a nap at Fest in your new bungee hammock on your half-day off, while someone nearby plays soulful music on an alto saxophone.
re-entry means repeatedly waking up in the middle of the night, in our bed, confused - why am i in a community sleep tent and not my own?
the cat knocked the following off the dresser: a Galileo thermometer, and two glass jars containing agates and sea glass from beach combing adventures. i was picking rocks out of a pool of glass shards and what smells like wood varnish for an hour.
the room still smells like wood varnish.
more and more, i'm jettisoning old stuff and working my way toward a minimalist lifestyle. the following exceptions have been noted thus far: Christmas ornaments, t shirts, and books.
E's mom finally, finally cleaned out the linen closet while we were at Fest, and this weekend we actually put stuff in it! no more storing baking pans in random places!
yesterday, in my head, i built and decorated a tiny house on wheels. i also washed dishes while listening to Christmas carols.
i sheared E's head with the clippers today, while singing, "Baa Baa, Butch Sheep, have you any wool?" - she baaa'd very nicely.
Mom leaves for a trip to Oregon on Wednesday, and i plan to do the following things: jettison as many belongings as possible without interference; wash Hello Kitty fabric and make pajama bottoms for my sister, K; wash fabric for dolls and cut out pattern pieces; dust the ceiling; cook sweet potato lentils.
today, i used my mini doughnut pan for the first time:
pumpkin doughnuts! now that Fest is over, i can't wait for Fall to get here...
re-entry means repeatedly waking up in the middle of the night, in our bed, confused - why am i in a community sleep tent and not my own?
the cat knocked the following off the dresser: a Galileo thermometer, and two glass jars containing agates and sea glass from beach combing adventures. i was picking rocks out of a pool of glass shards and what smells like wood varnish for an hour.
the room still smells like wood varnish.
more and more, i'm jettisoning old stuff and working my way toward a minimalist lifestyle. the following exceptions have been noted thus far: Christmas ornaments, t shirts, and books.
E's mom finally, finally cleaned out the linen closet while we were at Fest, and this weekend we actually put stuff in it! no more storing baking pans in random places!
yesterday, in my head, i built and decorated a tiny house on wheels. i also washed dishes while listening to Christmas carols.
i sheared E's head with the clippers today, while singing, "Baa Baa, Butch Sheep, have you any wool?" - she baaa'd very nicely.
Mom leaves for a trip to Oregon on Wednesday, and i plan to do the following things: jettison as many belongings as possible without interference; wash Hello Kitty fabric and make pajama bottoms for my sister, K; wash fabric for dolls and cut out pattern pieces; dust the ceiling; cook sweet potato lentils.
today, i used my mini doughnut pan for the first time:
pumpkin doughnuts! now that Fest is over, i can't wait for Fall to get here...
Monday, August 18, 2014
from Lisa Vogel
Statement from Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival August 18, 2014
Many demands have been made of the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival (“Michfest”) via the Equality Michigan call for a boycott launched July 28, 2014. We have a few demands of our own.
Many demands have been made of the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival (“Michfest”) via the Equality Michigan call for a boycott launched July 28, 2014. We have a few demands of our own.
1. Get Your Facts Straight
As the 39th Festival closes and we turn our hearts and minds to our landmark 40th anniversary, we reiterate that Michfest recognizes trans womyn as womyn - and they are our sisters. We do not fear their presence among us, a false claim repeatedly made. What we resist – and what we will never stop fighting – is the continued erasure and disrespect for the specific experience of being born and living as female in a patriarchal, misogynist world.
Over 20 years ago, we asked Nancy Burkholder, a trans womon, to leave the Land. That was wrong, and for that, we are sorry. We, alongside the rest of the LGBTQ community, have learned and changed a great deal over our 39-year history. We speak to you now in 2014 after two decades of evolution; an evolution grown from our willingness to stay in hard conversations, just as we do every year around issues of race, ability, class and gender. Since that single incident, Festival organizers have never asked a trans womon to leave the Festival. We have a radical commitment to creating a space where for one week a year, no one's gender is questioned - it's one of the most unique and valued aspects of the Festival. The Michfest community has always been populated by womyn who bear the burden of unwanted gender scrutiny every day.
The truth is, trans womyn and trans men attend the Festival, blog about their experiences, and work on crew. Again, it is not the inclusion of trans womyn at Festival that we resist; it is the erasure of the specificity of female experience in the discussion of about the space itself that stifles progress in this conversation. As long as those who boycott and threaten Michfest do not acknowledge the reasons why the space was created in the first place, and has remained vital for four decades, the conversation remains deadlocked.
2. Acknowledge the Validity of Autonomous, Female-Defined Space
Michfest is widely known as a predominantly lesbian community. This does not mean that heterosexual womyn, bisexual womyn, or those who do not share this identity are not present or welcome. But for a week, we collectively experience a lesbian-centered world; we experience what it feels like to be in a community defined by lesbian culture.
There are trans womyn and trans men who attend and work at the Festival who participate in the Michfest community in this same spirit – as supporters of, rather than detractors from, our female-focused culture. The presence of trans womyn at Michfest has been misrepresented as a kind of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.” But the real issue is about the focus of the event, a focus on the experience of those born female, who’ve lived their lives subjected to oppression based on the sole fact of their being female.
In an August 4, 2014 article titled “What Is a Woman: The Dispute Between Radical Feminism and Transgenderism,” The New Yorker magazine documents the extremism of the current push for language that erases the female experience. The board of the New York Abortion Access Fund, for example, “voted unanimously to stop using the word ‘women’ when talking about people who get pregnant. A Change.org petition directed at NARAL and Planned Parenthood “specifically criticizes the hash tag #StandWithTexasWomen. . .and the phrase ‘Trust Women.’”
We see this same pressure for erasure of a specifically female reality when “Pussy Manifesto,” the female empowerment song written by the performers Bitch and Animal, now embraced as an unofficial Michfest anthem, is disparaged by some as transphobic – as was the event “A Night of A Thousand Vaginas” – solely for the use of the words vagina and pussy.
If it is considered transphobic to talk about our pussies, our vaginas, or to even use the word female as specific to sex, our movement is dangerously close to using the same tactics as the far right, womyn hating, Michigan Republican leadership, who revoked the speaking privileges of two female legislators for saying the word vagina out loud on the Michigan State House floor. What has our movement come to when the mere articulation of your own experience in your own female body is denounced as an injury to another? It’s time to examine the core issue here, which is our right to create an autonomous space focused on a female-defined experience.
3. Acknowledge That Michfest Creates Spaces That Do Not Exist Elsewhere
This year, thousands of womyn and girls from 3 weeks to 92 years old attended our 39th Festival. This included over 75 deaf womyn who came to rejuvenate and be in community. Nearly 200 womyn with disabilities came into the woods to thrive. At one of the workshops held this year, young womyn stated that until they came to Festival, they had never seen an old gender-non-conforming female in person; they did not know that those womyn existed. We built this space to let these womyn be seen and celebrated. We built this space around the fierce solidarity of female experience that has always been and continues to be deconstructed into invisibility; where that unique experience is relegated to a place of dishonor. Whenever females honor ourselves, wherever we take up space, and sit collectively in the source of our collective power, we are burned and stoned, both literally and metaphorically.
4. Turn Your Energy Towards the Real Enemies of Female and LGBTQ Liberation
While the abuse and disenfranchisement of womyn and girls escalates around the world and LGBTQ people experience life-threatening harms, LGBTQ organizations have turned inwards on a curious target – a weeklong music festival that does not ban or exclude anyone, that simply seeks to devote its focus to an experience that is denigrated in the larger world: the experience of being born and living as female.
Equality Michigan and the organizations endorsing its petition including HRC, the Task Force, NCLR and the National Black Justice Coalition, are targeting Michfest with McCarthy-era blacklist tactics. Specifically, they have called for attendees and artists to boycott the event, and – astonishingly – have threatened the livelihood of artists and vendors by branding those who participate in the Festival as “having committed anti-transgender discrimination.”
These organizations are targeting artists who perform at Michfest while remaining completely silent when queer-identified artists play at venues that generate profits for racist, transphobic, and homophobic corporate entities and individuals, whose interests are dangerous to the global LGBTQ movement and all basic human rights.
We call on the constituents, donors, and dues-paying members of the LGBTQ institutions targeting Michfest to hold them accountable for this misuse and misdirection of organizational resources, and to withdraw their time and dollars from these organizations until the targeting of Michfest ends. Sisters - we urge you to redirect your money to organizations that speak to your lives and speak for you.
5. Join the Conversation, Not the Digital Sound Bite War
Our community is strong enough to hold disagreement and to engage deeply with each other, face-to-face, through difficulty. The Michfest community welcomes conversation; we do not stifle it. We have and will continue to remain in community with those trans womyn for whom Michfest has been home; trans womyn like those organizing the New Narratives Conference who do not require females to disappear ourselves or our unique experiences to prove our political and social solidarity.
Michfest has always existed outside the gender binary. We built this city out of a radical diversity of age, culture, race, class and gender. We continue the revolutionary work of digging out from under the boot of patriarchy; a system of oppression so omnipresent, it is invisible in the analysis used by the very organizations who are supposed to be fighting alongside and for us. We are fierce allies to and members of the trans and broader LGBTQ movement – but our alliance cannot and will not be premised on our continued erasure.
We turn to our LGBTQ community and say: we hear your truths; we ask you to acknowledge that you hear ours. Listen to the voices of the tens of thousands of women who call Michfest home. Join the conversation in person in your home communities, not exclusively through social media platforms or online petitions. We invite our sisters to participate in this conversation in person on the Land. Make room in your heart to hold difference of opinion and disagreement – this is the challenging path to honoring true diversity. We turn to our LGBTQ community and ask you to unite with us in the belief that we can work together as a movement and stand together in solidarity. We ask you to work with us, not against us.
As the 39th Festival closes and we turn our hearts and minds to our landmark 40th anniversary, we reiterate that Michfest recognizes trans womyn as womyn - and they are our sisters. We do not fear their presence among us, a false claim repeatedly made. What we resist – and what we will never stop fighting – is the continued erasure and disrespect for the specific experience of being born and living as female in a patriarchal, misogynist world.
Over 20 years ago, we asked Nancy Burkholder, a trans womon, to leave the Land. That was wrong, and for that, we are sorry. We, alongside the rest of the LGBTQ community, have learned and changed a great deal over our 39-year history. We speak to you now in 2014 after two decades of evolution; an evolution grown from our willingness to stay in hard conversations, just as we do every year around issues of race, ability, class and gender. Since that single incident, Festival organizers have never asked a trans womon to leave the Festival. We have a radical commitment to creating a space where for one week a year, no one's gender is questioned - it's one of the most unique and valued aspects of the Festival. The Michfest community has always been populated by womyn who bear the burden of unwanted gender scrutiny every day.
The truth is, trans womyn and trans men attend the Festival, blog about their experiences, and work on crew. Again, it is not the inclusion of trans womyn at Festival that we resist; it is the erasure of the specificity of female experience in the discussion of about the space itself that stifles progress in this conversation. As long as those who boycott and threaten Michfest do not acknowledge the reasons why the space was created in the first place, and has remained vital for four decades, the conversation remains deadlocked.
2. Acknowledge the Validity of Autonomous, Female-Defined Space
Michfest is widely known as a predominantly lesbian community. This does not mean that heterosexual womyn, bisexual womyn, or those who do not share this identity are not present or welcome. But for a week, we collectively experience a lesbian-centered world; we experience what it feels like to be in a community defined by lesbian culture.
There are trans womyn and trans men who attend and work at the Festival who participate in the Michfest community in this same spirit – as supporters of, rather than detractors from, our female-focused culture. The presence of trans womyn at Michfest has been misrepresented as a kind of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.” But the real issue is about the focus of the event, a focus on the experience of those born female, who’ve lived their lives subjected to oppression based on the sole fact of their being female.
In an August 4, 2014 article titled “What Is a Woman: The Dispute Between Radical Feminism and Transgenderism,” The New Yorker magazine documents the extremism of the current push for language that erases the female experience. The board of the New York Abortion Access Fund, for example, “voted unanimously to stop using the word ‘women’ when talking about people who get pregnant. A Change.org petition directed at NARAL and Planned Parenthood “specifically criticizes the hash tag #StandWithTexasWomen. . .and the phrase ‘Trust Women.’”
We see this same pressure for erasure of a specifically female reality when “Pussy Manifesto,” the female empowerment song written by the performers Bitch and Animal, now embraced as an unofficial Michfest anthem, is disparaged by some as transphobic – as was the event “A Night of A Thousand Vaginas” – solely for the use of the words vagina and pussy.
If it is considered transphobic to talk about our pussies, our vaginas, or to even use the word female as specific to sex, our movement is dangerously close to using the same tactics as the far right, womyn hating, Michigan Republican leadership, who revoked the speaking privileges of two female legislators for saying the word vagina out loud on the Michigan State House floor. What has our movement come to when the mere articulation of your own experience in your own female body is denounced as an injury to another? It’s time to examine the core issue here, which is our right to create an autonomous space focused on a female-defined experience.
3. Acknowledge That Michfest Creates Spaces That Do Not Exist Elsewhere
This year, thousands of womyn and girls from 3 weeks to 92 years old attended our 39th Festival. This included over 75 deaf womyn who came to rejuvenate and be in community. Nearly 200 womyn with disabilities came into the woods to thrive. At one of the workshops held this year, young womyn stated that until they came to Festival, they had never seen an old gender-non-conforming female in person; they did not know that those womyn existed. We built this space to let these womyn be seen and celebrated. We built this space around the fierce solidarity of female experience that has always been and continues to be deconstructed into invisibility; where that unique experience is relegated to a place of dishonor. Whenever females honor ourselves, wherever we take up space, and sit collectively in the source of our collective power, we are burned and stoned, both literally and metaphorically.
4. Turn Your Energy Towards the Real Enemies of Female and LGBTQ Liberation
While the abuse and disenfranchisement of womyn and girls escalates around the world and LGBTQ people experience life-threatening harms, LGBTQ organizations have turned inwards on a curious target – a weeklong music festival that does not ban or exclude anyone, that simply seeks to devote its focus to an experience that is denigrated in the larger world: the experience of being born and living as female.
Equality Michigan and the organizations endorsing its petition including HRC, the Task Force, NCLR and the National Black Justice Coalition, are targeting Michfest with McCarthy-era blacklist tactics. Specifically, they have called for attendees and artists to boycott the event, and – astonishingly – have threatened the livelihood of artists and vendors by branding those who participate in the Festival as “having committed anti-transgender discrimination.”
These organizations are targeting artists who perform at Michfest while remaining completely silent when queer-identified artists play at venues that generate profits for racist, transphobic, and homophobic corporate entities and individuals, whose interests are dangerous to the global LGBTQ movement and all basic human rights.
We call on the constituents, donors, and dues-paying members of the LGBTQ institutions targeting Michfest to hold them accountable for this misuse and misdirection of organizational resources, and to withdraw their time and dollars from these organizations until the targeting of Michfest ends. Sisters - we urge you to redirect your money to organizations that speak to your lives and speak for you.
5. Join the Conversation, Not the Digital Sound Bite War
Our community is strong enough to hold disagreement and to engage deeply with each other, face-to-face, through difficulty. The Michfest community welcomes conversation; we do not stifle it. We have and will continue to remain in community with those trans womyn for whom Michfest has been home; trans womyn like those organizing the New Narratives Conference who do not require females to disappear ourselves or our unique experiences to prove our political and social solidarity.
Michfest has always existed outside the gender binary. We built this city out of a radical diversity of age, culture, race, class and gender. We continue the revolutionary work of digging out from under the boot of patriarchy; a system of oppression so omnipresent, it is invisible in the analysis used by the very organizations who are supposed to be fighting alongside and for us. We are fierce allies to and members of the trans and broader LGBTQ movement – but our alliance cannot and will not be premised on our continued erasure.
We turn to our LGBTQ community and say: we hear your truths; we ask you to acknowledge that you hear ours. Listen to the voices of the tens of thousands of women who call Michfest home. Join the conversation in person in your home communities, not exclusively through social media platforms or online petitions. We invite our sisters to participate in this conversation in person on the Land. Make room in your heart to hold difference of opinion and disagreement – this is the challenging path to honoring true diversity. We turn to our LGBTQ community and ask you to unite with us in the belief that we can work together as a movement and stand together in solidarity. We ask you to work with us, not against us.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
into the woods
everything is packed and accounted for! well, almost everything. the tent and tarp are at E's, and will get packed (and stuffed into whatever room is left in the car) tonight.
the two bins, rolling suitcase, and massage table are in the car already, because i needed to visualize how much space i have left. still to come: three foam rolls, one stack of foam tiles, one rolling cooler, two loaner pillows, and a partridge in a pear treeeeeeeeee!
i have clean clothes and a clean, freshly-made bed for my return. the car is clean and loaded with maps and CDs, the bill payments are scheduled, and i've written a love letter to hide under E's pillow tomorrow morning.
here's the remainder of my To-Do list:
Shower
Work on two clients
Get adjusted
Gas up car
Finish packing car
Transfer ID and debit card to money pouch
Hug Mom and cat goodbye
Pack tent, tarp, sandals, and all applicable chargers
Add tylenol to my bottle of Aleve
Dust/vacuum/change E's sheets/take out trash
SLEEP
Kiss my wife goodbye
DRIVE TO FEST!!!!
i'm already hyperventilating with excitement, and will probably have to take a benadryl to get to sleep tonight! the goal is to be on the road by 8am, depending on how much time i spend hugging E. neither of us are thrilled about spending 5 days apart. sigh.
here is a picture of Houdini, enjoying a morning sunbeam. please enjoy:
the two bins, rolling suitcase, and massage table are in the car already, because i needed to visualize how much space i have left. still to come: three foam rolls, one stack of foam tiles, one rolling cooler, two loaner pillows, and a partridge in a pear treeeeeeeeee!
i have clean clothes and a clean, freshly-made bed for my return. the car is clean and loaded with maps and CDs, the bill payments are scheduled, and i've written a love letter to hide under E's pillow tomorrow morning.
here's the remainder of my To-Do list:
Shower
Work on two clients
Get adjusted
Gas up car
Finish packing car
Transfer ID and debit card to money pouch
Hug Mom and cat goodbye
Pack tent, tarp, sandals, and all applicable chargers
Add tylenol to my bottle of Aleve
Dust/vacuum/change E's sheets/take out trash
SLEEP
Kiss my wife goodbye
DRIVE TO FEST!!!!
i'm already hyperventilating with excitement, and will probably have to take a benadryl to get to sleep tonight! the goal is to be on the road by 8am, depending on how much time i spend hugging E. neither of us are thrilled about spending 5 days apart. sigh.
here is a picture of Houdini, enjoying a morning sunbeam. please enjoy:
Sunday, July 20, 2014
sick day
the bad: we've both been felled by a sinus infection. (there really is nothing more romantic than doing shots of Nyquil with the woman you love.)
the good: i did not get the cough.
the good #2: according to E (who is a day or so ahead of me), it appears to have a fairly rapid progression - she's already feeling much better, which means tomorrow i should be feeling much better also.
the best: we are sick now, not two weeks from now while we're in the woods.
in the meantime, my fever and i will sit here with our chicken soup, tea, and tissues, and watch mindless television until it's time for bed.
carry on...
the good: i did not get the cough.
the good #2: according to E (who is a day or so ahead of me), it appears to have a fairly rapid progression - she's already feeling much better, which means tomorrow i should be feeling much better also.
the best: we are sick now, not two weeks from now while we're in the woods.
in the meantime, my fever and i will sit here with our chicken soup, tea, and tissues, and watch mindless television until it's time for bed.
carry on...
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
prep
the solar Christmas lights are charging in the backyard (must find campsite with a tree that gets a reasonable amount of sunlight). the now-clean rubber duckies on garden stakes (to mark said campsite) are drying on the picnic table. i found my purple cafeteria tray and my blue mesh toiletries bag, and have purchased bandaids, pain relievers, and a 3-lb bag of trail mix.
i'm trying to take less stuff this year. we're camping out in the general population this time around, and while my early worker arrival time means i drive my stuff in, i still have to haul it a considerable distance. occasionally, there are large, two-wheeled carts available, which cut down on the number of trips, but i'm not going to count on snagging one. so...less stuff, and packed in a way that won't kill me to carry. :o)
here's the rough plan:
Tent
Massage table
Rolling suitcase (with all-terrain wheels, lol) full of clothing and any other heavy things it will hold
Plastic Bin #1, containing bedding
Plastic Bin #2, containing campsite stuff (lights, ducks, toiletries, tarps)
Rolling cooler (snacks and beer)
Three double-bed-sized rolls of memory foam (bulky, but not heavy)
Hard foam floor tiles for under memory foam
Backpack with daily essentials and water bottle
Containers for bringing delicious magic water home
Sand chair for concert seating
it still seems like a lot...the trick will be not bringing extraneous items.
hmmm.
27 days to get it figured out....
i'm trying to take less stuff this year. we're camping out in the general population this time around, and while my early worker arrival time means i drive my stuff in, i still have to haul it a considerable distance. occasionally, there are large, two-wheeled carts available, which cut down on the number of trips, but i'm not going to count on snagging one. so...less stuff, and packed in a way that won't kill me to carry. :o)
here's the rough plan:
Tent
Massage table
Rolling suitcase (with all-terrain wheels, lol) full of clothing and any other heavy things it will hold
Plastic Bin #1, containing bedding
Plastic Bin #2, containing campsite stuff (lights, ducks, toiletries, tarps)
Rolling cooler (snacks and beer)
Three double-bed-sized rolls of memory foam (bulky, but not heavy)
Hard foam floor tiles for under memory foam
Backpack with daily essentials and water bottle
Containers for bringing delicious magic water home
Sand chair for concert seating
it still seems like a lot...the trick will be not bringing extraneous items.
hmmm.
27 days to get it figured out....
Friday, June 27, 2014
six pics
the unexpectedly stormy sky...
Mom's yard, during a sudden downpour. i'm womanifesting future ownership of the house and yard i grew up in...
one large baguette, halved then split lengthwise, spread with garlicky mayonnaise (mayo with garlic and onion powders mixed in), piled with thinly sliced ham and cheddar, and baked at 350 for, oh, 10-15 minutes - just enough to melt the cheese and get maximum toasty crunch from the bread. i've made this twice in two days. it's that good!!!!
ahh yes, it's Christmas planning time. two toddler girls are getting bad-ass dolls this year...
and finally, my growing pile of Michfest essentials: instant breakfasts to add to my coffee on those mornings i forgo food for sleep, new socks, t shirts, and underoos, baby wipes for clean feet at night, biodegradable (and delightfully minty) bar of soap, kleenex for obvious reasons, a notebook for keeping my schedule straight/writing letters/jotting down memorable moments, and Emergen-C because plain water gets boring after a week...plus it helps keep the Workerville version of "kennel cough" at bay. don't ask me how it's possible to catch bronchitis in the middle of the woods (all that fresh air!), but every year, it happens. i was the unlucky one six years ago, and have taken precautions ever since!
time to get moving, if my calf muscles will let me. i did 350 jumping jacks last night (in intervals), and today i'm hobbling like a woodland gnome. LOL! i have to pack for the weekend at E's, move a card table and chairs to the basement, and hula-hoop for ten minutes before work. here i go...
(p.s. - new moon tonight, make sure you write down your dreams and goals!)
Sunday, June 22, 2014
we made an Eastern Market run yesterday morning - breakfast at The Farmer's Restaurant (i ate two pancakes the size of my face!!!), vanilla beans from The Spice Miser, strawberries and rhubarb from a local farm, a cat carrier from an antique store for $20. the rest of the weekend has been full of pottering, cleaning, napping, and enjoying (with a dash of freak-out when we had to make an emergency trip to Auto Zone for oil - something told E to check her fluids, and her dipstick was bone dry).
we harvested, and ate, our first peas:
we weeded the corn and beans:
we compared and contrasted strawberry rhubarb pie recipes before turning our bounty into dessert (the spiced filling from this one, and the crumb topping - with added pecans - from this one):
we harvested, and ate, our first peas:
(and the tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, and onions. oh, and i pruned basil for the first time! it took a lot of courage to snip the little plants, but it's supposed to make them grow bigger and bushier. fingers crossed!)
Houdini explored her new travel container:
(i'm very, very excited about this crate. she's only had a cardboard one til now, and she regularly escapes from it in the car, but i'd like to see her get out of this one. this crate is kitty Alcatraz!)
two fifths (well...one and one-half fifths) of vodka (gifted at Christmas and my birthday by my bosses) are on their way to becoming vanilla and peppermint extract:
(i don't think we'd drink even one fifth in a whole year, even if we had a couple of parties, so this is a great way to use it. when life gives you vodka, make extracts!)
and here's a bonus pic from the last night of Little V's visit - four vintage Little People Sesame Street figures, enjoying their evening at Pizza House! Big Bird, Ernie, The Count, and Mr. Hooper:
(Ernie has a shiner. it's his own fault, he shouldn't have tried to steal my fried ravioli.)
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
this kid.
tonight is Little V's last night with us - she and her parents are flying to Minnesota tomorrow.
having her here has been ridiculous amounts of fun - we've colored and played and danced and chased to her little heart's content. we've sat in the grass and watched the trees blow in the wind, read umpteen stories, eaten pizza and been pajama buddies. and she has taught me so, so much about staying present - her first morning here, she fell asleep while reading stories - on me - and i spent two hours doing absolutely nothing other than cuddling this precious, snoring kid and listening to the birds sing outside. no phone, no TV, no computer. it was wonderful!
here are a few of my favorite moments:
giving the duck a bath...
"Little V, do you want to draw with Aunt Luckdragon? What? Oh...you want to draw ON Aunt Luckdragon!"
she went to her first baseball game, and thoroughly enjoyed clapping and yelling, "Go Tigers!"
and last night, she fell asleep in my arms while we were watching Cookie Monster, clutching her bunny and the dvd case. sweetest little muffin!!!! i will be sad to see her leave, for sure.
in other news, we ate the first ripe alpine strawberries today:
tiny, but delicious!
having her here has been ridiculous amounts of fun - we've colored and played and danced and chased to her little heart's content. we've sat in the grass and watched the trees blow in the wind, read umpteen stories, eaten pizza and been pajama buddies. and she has taught me so, so much about staying present - her first morning here, she fell asleep while reading stories - on me - and i spent two hours doing absolutely nothing other than cuddling this precious, snoring kid and listening to the birds sing outside. no phone, no TV, no computer. it was wonderful!
here are a few of my favorite moments:
giving the duck a bath...
"Little V, do you want to draw with Aunt Luckdragon? What? Oh...you want to draw ON Aunt Luckdragon!"
she went to her first baseball game, and thoroughly enjoyed clapping and yelling, "Go Tigers!"
and last night, she fell asleep in my arms while we were watching Cookie Monster, clutching her bunny and the dvd case. sweetest little muffin!!!! i will be sad to see her leave, for sure.
in other news, we ate the first ripe alpine strawberries today:
tiny, but delicious!
Monday, June 9, 2014
highlights
another weekend has come and gone, another week begins.
this morning, when i got up to feed the cat, i found that E's mom had snuck in and left a large plate of chocolate chip cookies on the kitchen counter. thank God i cleaned the kitchen and vacuumed the living room last night!!
the cat, incidentally, enjoys serenading us with the song of her people multiple times during the night. usually this earns her a pillow thrown at the bedroom door, but at least once every night she gets a cuddle session on the couch. i have the strange feeling that this is preparing me for parenthood.
friday was National Doughnut Day!! :
the peonies are in full bloom:
E found her old Nintendo system:
(and i spent so many hours playing Super Mario 3 that i developed a raw spot on my left thumb and had to cut myself off.)
i'm not lacking for intellectual stimulation, however - here's my current books-in-progress pile:
the beets succumbed to the rampant bunny population (they've also sheared off two tomato plants, the furry little bastards, and chomped a watermelon leaf), but we have corn and beans in progress:
and on saturday, we sprayed bunny repellent around all three garden plots. let me tell you about this repellent, lol...the very first ingredient on the label is, i kid you not, "putrescent whole egg solids", and when E attempted to connect the spray nozzle to the container, the container exploded like a shaken bottle of Coke...in the garage. this stuff, OMG. this stuff is so rank and foul that not even the flies would go near it! needless to say, we could not get into the shower fast enough! (and then we had a lovely naked post-shower nap, so hey, the whole thing ended well.) unfortunately, it rained allllll yesterday morning, so we're going to have to re-apply the putrescent whole egg solids. sigh. i sure do love our farm life, though - even when it stinks!
Sunday, June 1, 2014
first of june
dippy eggs, toast, and coffee for breakfast. blue jade corn, yellow squash, zucchini, green beans, soup beans, peppers, parsley, cucumbers, and moon-and-stars watermelon are now in the ground, along with what we devoutly hope was a new england pie pumpkin seed, and also a Mystery Squash (note to self: if you can't identify squash varieties by their seeds, then don't buy the Winter Squash Mix). medicinal herbs have been potted, dishes have been washed, pork short ribs are soaking in their maple-mustard marinade, and i'm the only one here who's not napping.
only one of the three blueberry bushes survived (i'm calling it The Stick Who Lived). disappointing, but not surprising given the condition they were in. we can get it a friend next spring!
two Tom Thumb lettuces, ready to be picked, rinsed, and plopped onto plates. we grew it because the idea of single-serving-size heads of salad was too intriguing to pass up!
teeny little pea pods are forming...
and one raised bed is furry with onions, shallots, and carrots:
inside, there are upcycled mittens in progress:
(i may have over-pinned.)
favorite corners to enjoy:
(Finneas the goldfish is camera-shy)
and after a 12-year hiatus, i'm re-learning the violin:
summer's looking pretty promising from here. Happy June!
only one of the three blueberry bushes survived (i'm calling it The Stick Who Lived). disappointing, but not surprising given the condition they were in. we can get it a friend next spring!
two Tom Thumb lettuces, ready to be picked, rinsed, and plopped onto plates. we grew it because the idea of single-serving-size heads of salad was too intriguing to pass up!
teeny little pea pods are forming...
and one raised bed is furry with onions, shallots, and carrots:
inside, there are upcycled mittens in progress:
(i may have over-pinned.)
favorite corners to enjoy:
(Finneas the goldfish is camera-shy)
and after a 12-year hiatus, i'm re-learning the violin:
summer's looking pretty promising from here. Happy June!
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