
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Brush With Fame

Tuesday, December 30, 2008
A Birdy Year

Monday, December 29, 2008
Project Bird Feeder Watch Update

Saturday: Black capped chickadee - 5, Slate colored junco - 5
Sunday: Black capped chickadee - 5, gold finch - 2, Slate colored junco - 3, Downy woodpecker - 1
I noticed the juncos like the snow. They do not hesitate to put their legs in the deep snow and push it around to look for a seed or two. I can only imagine how cold those skinny little legs must be. The juncos remind me of little Easter eggs that were put in a cup of gray dye but the top (belly) stuck out above the water line and stayed white. The juncos don't eat from the bird feeder like the chickadees. They prefer the left over canary food I set out on the deck railing or the grass and flower seeds from the garden. (Baby talk) Those little juncos are so cute!
Irony - Minnesota Style
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Dice Tradition

Every year a group of us get together for a holiday party/pot luck supper/dice game. I am requested to bring wild rice hot dish. And we all bring five $1 gifts that are wrapped. After dinner, we sit in a circle with a pile of wrapped gifts in the center and roll the dice until we get two of the same number. If we do roll doubles, we get to select a wrapped gift from the center pile. We continue doing this until each person has five gifts. Once everyone has five gifts, we unwrap the gifts and throw the wrapping paper at each other. Then we go around the circle displaying and talking about our gifts. The greediness comes out in each of us as we plan to steal the gifts we want from each other. This year, after much discussion, we decided to set the time limit for 12 more minutes. Twelve was the right number this year because we all had high anxiety around minute nine last year and we thought 3 more minutes would help us out. So for 12 more minutes we rolled dice and if we got doubles, would be able to exchange a gift from anyone at the table, even if they said, "No." All of these gifts are worth one dollar but their value varied enormously. Some people covet chocolate. Others covet jangly earrings, and others covet licorice bits. As I shopped for my five one dollar gifts at the dollar store, I tried to imagine what gifts would be most sought after. I was wrong. I bought some glow sticks that I thought would be popular but other people bought those too. I bought a gray scarf with round silver studs. I thought that would go over well. It was gray and would go with any outfit and would keep a body warm. Nobody wanted it. In the light outside the dollar store, it was light blue and very unpopular. The scarf I thought would be so coveted was offered to be given away without an exchange. Ouch. The bath salts that I thought only an old lady with dry skin like me would want was more popular than I anticipated. I still got one though because I got doubles and stole them back twice. The dice game is very greedy and materialistic but fun all the same. I ended up with my bath salts, a glow stick, two stationary sets (which weren't stationary sets at all but journals with a matching pen), and a black velvet poster of a tiger and a monkey. Good times, good times.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Under The Banner Of Heaven

Friday, December 26, 2008
Utterly Creepy

I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked up
in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white;
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked up
in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white;
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
I'm A Baking Fool

I'm not quite sure why I am baking all these sweet treats but I'm at it again. Two loaves of cranberry nut bread are in the oven right now.
Cranberry Nut Bread
Ingredients: 2 cups flour, 2 cup sugar, 1 tsp. salt, 1 1/2 tsp. baking powder, 1/2 tsp baking soda, 1 egg, 1/4 cup butter, 3/4 cup orange juice, 1 TB grated orange rind, 1 1/2 cup fresh cranberries (whole), 1/2 cup chopped walnuts.
In a large bowl, combine flour, sugar, salt, baking powder, and baking soda. Using two knives, cut in butter until the batter has pea sized hunks of butter. In a separate bowl, beat together egg, orange juice and orange rind. Add at once to batter and mix until flour is worked in. Add cranberries and nuts. Put in a greased and floured bread pan. Bake for 65 minutes at 350.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
A Christmas Memory

Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Two Books

I read 2 quick and easy books this week. The first book was "Body Surfing" by Anita Shreve. I have read several of the Shreve books and I liked this one too. Shreve writes in a manner similar to the progress of a rowboat. Her paragraphs are apart and distinct from each other. There seems to be extra space between each paragraphs. The writing in each paragraph thrusts the story forward like a rower propels a boat. Then the reader glides along in their own head for a short time before another paragraph comes pushing along. I find myself being very relaxed when I read her writing. This story is about a woman who is tutoring for the summer and how her presence innocently upsets and turns around the lives of everyone in the family. It's a good book. I always like stories about people and relationships. After all, aren't our relationships the most important thing in our lives?

My next story was a classic by a most manly writer, Ernest Hemingway. He writes about relationships too but these people are carrying guns and shooting wild animals in Africa about a hundred years ago. His stories contain dialogue but what is said is less important than what is not said. His descriptions of the savanna, the trees, and the riverbanks brought me right back on my trip to the Masai Mara park - across the Mara river from the Serengeti. Where I stayed in a van or a fenced lodge, never once stepping into the nature preserves, Hemingway stayed in tents and jeeps and walked in the wilderness. I can't imagine the danger and the excitement. Sometimes, when walking around my neighborhood, I get a little freaked out coming upon a group of white-tailed deer. If Bambi can scare me, I can't imagine walking in the African savanna. Hemingway of course, carried a manly gun but even that wouldn't be enough for me. He describes shooting a African buffalo and the bullets striking the horns and glancing off leaving little chips of horn to fly in the air. According to Hemingway, when you shoot a buffalo, you should aim up the nose because the horns protect the brain pan better than a helmet protects the armed forces. I do not enjoy shooting wildlife but I did enjoy this collection of short stories.
Monday, December 22, 2008
I Guess The Birds Don't Want To Be Counted

Sunday, December 21, 2008
Call Me A Pagan

Saturday, December 20, 2008
She Feels Closer Now

Friday, December 19, 2008
This Song Has Been Running Through My Head For 2 Days Now
Only a hippopotamus will do
Don't want a doll, no dinky Tinker Toy
I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
I don't think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won't have to use our dirty chimney flue
Just bring him through the front door,that's the easy thing to do
I can see me now on Christmas morning,creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise
when I open up my eyes
to see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too
Mom says the hippo would eat me up, but then
Teacher says a hippo is a vegeterian
There's lots of room for him in our two-car garage
I'd feed him there and wash him there and give him his massage
I can see me now on Christmas morning,creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise
when I open up my eyes
to see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles or rhinoceroseses
I only like hippopotamuseses
And hippopotamuses like me too!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Draining

Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Biscotte

Biscotte
Beat 1/2 cup oil with 1 cup sugar. Add 1 tsp anise flavoring. Add 4 eggs. Beat well. Add 3 cups of flour. When mixed add 1 cup of chopped nuts. Place in 2 8x8 greased pans. Bake at 350 for 35 minutes. For crisper biscotte, slice after baking, place on cookie sheet and re-bake until desired crispiness.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Trying New Things


Sunday, December 14, 2008
Project Feeder Watch Update
Made Time For Music

Saturday, December 13, 2008
A Day With My Mates


Friday, December 12, 2008
Big Full Moon Tonight
Dean Kaimen

Last August I drove out to Connecticut to visit Offspring #2. We signed on to a sailing voyage and went out for a three hour cruise. Unlike Gilligan and the Skipper too, we came back. As we sailed we went near an island. Our pilot told us the owner of the island was Dean Kamen, inventor of the Segway. This week I read more about Dean Kamen. He's been working on another project. He's been designing prosthetic limbs
for Iraq war veterans. He heard from a Department of Defense official that 1600 veterans have lost an arm. Two dozen veterans lost both arms in Iraq. Dean has been working on something called a "Luke Arm." I'm not a Star Wars fan so I didn't know Luke Skywalker had a prosthetic arm. Kaimen would like to devise an arm that comes as close to a real arm as possible. Prosthetic arms are more complicated than legs. The hope is that the prosthetic arm will be able to be controlled from a body part that suits each consumer whether that be from a foot pad or elsewhere. The prosthesis would be attached to nerves so that the person wearing it would think about picking up a glass of water and the arms would comply. They're hoping to advance the artificial limb to the point where it can feel temperatures and grip strength. I have had the opportunity to know a couple of people in my life who have lost an arm and I know how much harder life was for them. I think it's awesome that Dean Kaimen is working to improve the lives of the service men and women who sacrificed for our country.

Thursday, December 11, 2008
Winter Benefit


Wednesday, December 10, 2008
To The Lighthouse

Last night my book club had our annual Christmas party along with our monthly book club discussion. The book this month was "To The Lighthouse" by Virginia Woolf. This book is on most, if not all, the lists of the greatest modern literature. I was excited to read it until I started reading it. Lordy, how it did drag on. Half of the book is about a single dinner party. A family with 8 children are at a seaside home and planning to go to the lighthouse the next day. The father is against the idea and the kids and mother are for it. As each person at the dinner party speaks, they go into a steam of consciousness discussion about their feelings and why they're upset with someone else at the table and the possible motivations for other people to act the way they do. We'd get one or two sentences spoken aloud and the rest of the chapter would be all about what was going on in their head. And we had some messed up heads here. Virginia Woolf based this family on her own family and I can see why she battled depression all her life and ended her life with suicide. This family needed help. I'm not sure whether that help would be counseling or some 12 steps or what but help is what they needed. By the time I was halfway through the book I was really frustrated. Talk, talk, talk about going to the lighthouse and they don't go there! Why name the book "Going To The Lighthouse" if you never go to the freaking lighthouse? A single day takes up all but one chapter. The last chapter includes 10 years of time. As you might be able to tell, I wasn't happy with this book. Now, after discussing it in book club, I like it better. This book was published just after World War I, the war to end all wars. People were thinking creatively and with
innovation. After brushing close with death across Europe, people became bolder. They wanted to break out of the ruts they were in. Virginia Woolf's book is a departure from the typical plot driven book. Just like Picasso and Salvadore Dali departed from the typical artwork of the time, Virginia Woolf departed from the typical fiction of her time.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Annual Bee Hive Cake

Where I work it is the tradition to bring a treat on your birthday. I've worked with one guy (the big cheese) for about 19, almost 20 years now and he always brings in 3 bee hive cakes on his birthday. Bee hive cakes are the speciality of our local bakery, Han's Bakery. Bee hive cakes do not look like bee hives. They are round, maybe 12 to 15 inch diameter and 2 or 3 inches high. The two white/honey cakes are separated by a luscious cream filling and the top is dusted with powdered sugar. I think in all these years I've had a piece of bee hive cake once, twice at the most. Cakes don't tempt me. I'm more of a cookie person. But when I came in the lunchroom today and saw those cakes on the table, I felt comforted. The bee hive cakes mark off my year much like April 15 (tax day) and the first day of summer. It's a comfort to me to see those cakes on the table.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Tough Week For Me As A Media Consumer
This week two of my favorite shows are ending; The Morning Show on MPR and Boston Legal.

I wonder if, in the end, William Shatner will be most beloved for Denny Crane or Captain James T. Kirk? Personally? I am torn.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Bright Shiny Morning

Saturday, December 6, 2008
First Chili Of The Season

Friday, December 5, 2008
Swift

Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wah Wah

Wednesday, December 3, 2008
A Conversation

Me (out loud): Hi, I have a question. How much would it cost to buy a card for swimming laps?
She: Not to make an assumption,
Me (not out loud): But I bet you will. Much like people who say, "I don't mean to be rude" and then are rude. Or people who say, "Not to be argumentative" and then are argumentative.
She: Because I don't make assumptions about people, but you are a senior?
Me (out loud): No.
Me (not out loud): Listen girlie, I'm more than a decade away from being a senior, thank you very much.
She: Because you can save money on a card if you are a senior. You get a discount.
Me (out loud): No.
Me (not out loud): So, not only do you think I'm a senior, you think I'm a vain senior who is too proud to take the discount! Someday wrinkles will happen to you too.
She: Not to make an assumption,
Me (not out loud): But I bet you will. Much like people who say, "I don't mean to be rude" and then are rude. Or people who say, "Not to be argumentative" and then are argumentative.
She: Because I don't make assumptions about people, but you are a senior?
Me (out loud): No.
Me (not out loud): Listen girlie, I'm more than a decade away from being a senior, thank you very much.
She: Because you can save money on a card if you are a senior. You get a discount.
Me (out loud): No.
Me (not out loud): So, not only do you think I'm a senior, you think I'm a vain senior who is too proud to take the discount! Someday wrinkles will happen to you too.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Migwe's Singing

Anyone who has been to my house lately knows that Migwe has been in a singing mood. Fall is the time of love in a canary's life. And Migwe is singing his love songs loud and sometimes ear pierceingly clear. But no matter how he sings his lusty little heart out, no female canaries have appeared in his life. We've recently started playing some Christmas albums and he sings along. Sometimes when the song changes keys, he changes keys right along with it. And as the song goes along and comes to a climax with the tempo and the melody, his singing matches the climax. How does he know? Prior to living in Ramsey, my little Russian canary lived at the Robbinsdale Farm and Garden Store. I can imagine they play Christmas songs there too. Does he remember Christmas songs from last year? I was reading a publication called Birdscope - a periodical put out by the Cornell Lab of Ornithology. In an article titled, "Birds Change Their Minds-Literally" the author cites research on small, long-lived birds like the chickadee and the canary. In a process called neuronal replacement, the birds erase old useless facts to make room for what they need to remember now. By doing this, the little birds can adapt to changes in their environments and social flocks. Chickadees from Colorado were compared with chickadees from Alaska. In harsher environments, the bird brain hippocampus is larger. Alaskan chickadees have to store more food and remember their hiding places to survive. So, if Migwe's little bird brain material is replaceable, how is it he remembers Christmas songs? Perhaps because he doesn't have to remember much, he remembers more. He doesn't have to hide his food. He gets fresh food in a dish every day. He doesn't have to remember where to get fresh water because that is provided as well. The article says the love songs the canary sings in the fall will not be the same love songs he sings next fall. He'll forget the old songs and create new ones. Personally, I don't mind his singing. I feel comforted to hear him sing. Next Thanksgiving I might put him in a bedroom for the day because I saw some guests cringing when he hit the high notes.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Woot! Woot!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
What The Snow Reveals

Last night I went to bed with the doors locked and bolted; the house all secured for the night. But the snow reveals we had nocturnal visitors. Some 4 legged creature, I'm guessing a domestic cat, snuck around the corner of the house fitting into the small space between the garbage can and the corner of the garage, ambled across the driveway, followed the driveway edge, crossed the driveway again by the mailbox and continued across the street. Another set of tracks revealed a deer ran across the grass and stopped in the driveway, stopped to paw up (hoof up?) the grassy area between the car treads, urinated on the ground, and then followed the driveway out to the street, heading west on 164th.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
We Put Up The Tree Today

Today Offspring #2 and I went to Frattalone's Hardware store to buy a Christmas tree. The weather was warm and pleasant. Another tree shopping couple were eating ice cream cones while selecting their tree. Our tree is up and looks awesomely handsome against the red walls. We listened to Anoka High School Christmas music while we adorned the tree with lights and ornaments. We do not have a fashionable tree with matching ornaments. Our ornaments were given as gifts, home made, or purchased while on vacation. Each souvenir ornaments takes me back on the trip. I have a goldfish from Hawaii, a Queen's guard with bearskin hat from London, a St. Charles Streetcar from New Orleans, a little copper man from Arizona, a wooden gavel from the Supreme Court in Washington, D.C., a sailboat from Virginia, a moose on a wooden plaque from Glacier National Park, and this year I added a little Pilgrim Monument from Cape Cod. (I forgot to get an ornament from Africa? I'll have to make one because that trip needs to be commemorated). Offspring #1 has many ornaments on the tree that he made in Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts. He received some from teachers as well. We have a good number of Girl Scout ornaments too - stick pins and sequins stuck into a foam ball, leather shapes with fabric paint decorations, jigsaw puzzle pieces glued onto a tree shape and spray painted in gold. I found one ornament that I remember getting in a cereal box in 1983 (the date is on it but the name of the cereal is gone, I doubt it's made anymore). I have an ornament marking the Minnesota Twins success in 1987. I have a baby's first Christmas ornament from 1984. I have one marking my first Christmas as part of a married couple from 1980. The marriage is over but I still got the ornament - yeah! Several of the ornaments I made myself. There are the needle point pair of mittens and a purple needlepoint outhouse complete with toilet paper roll and bear perched on the seat (we left the door closed this year so he could have some privacy). We have several ornaments fashioned out of the tree cookies formed when we cut off the bottom of the trunk. One of our tree cookie ornaments looks either like a fried egg or a English muffin with a pat of butter in the middle. Another tree cookie has a star carved into one side and the other side lists the names of the people and the pets at the time including a zebra finch by the name of Slim Shady. As we hung the gift ornaments we remember the people who gave us the ornaments including family, teachers, friends, customers, Girl Scouts, Boy Scout leaders, and neighbors. Putting up the tree is a real trip down memory lane.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Why We Are Grateful - A Collaborative Effort
This year we decided to go with the letters of t
he alphabet and the numbers 1-12. Somehow 9 and 11 got left empty. Here goes: angels, Barack Obama, cops, diplomacy, everything, friends, Gary, home and health, ice, job, kind people, love and Legos, Mother Nature, no narcs, opinions, politics, Queen Mom, rain, Sarah Palin, trees and turkeys, unicorns, ventilation, water, xray specs, yo-yo's, and the zoo. 1-family, 2-eyes, 3-legs, 4-me, 5-golden rings, 6-times fun, 7-bananas, 8-food, 9, 10-my rating, 11, 12-children.

Thursday, November 27, 2008
Cranberry Chutney

Cranberry Chutney
Ingredients: 1 orange peeled and chopped, 1/4 cup orange juice, 1 package (12 ounces) fresh cranberries, 1 3/4 cups sugar, 1 large Haralson apple peeled and seeded and diced, 1 snack sized box of raisins, 1/4 cup chopped walnuts, 1 TB vinegar, 1/2 tsp. ground ginger, 1/2 tsp. ground cinnamon. Combine all ingredients in a sauce pan; bring to a boil. Reduce heat; simmer, stirring occasionally for 8 minutes or until cranberries are bursting. Chill until serving time. Makes about 4 cups. Can be frozen.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Postsecret Exhibit at the Minneapolis Library


The other thing we saw on Nicollet mall yesterday was the Postsecret Exhibit at the new Minneapolis Public Library. I love the Postsecret.blogspot.com website. I check it every Monday to see the new secrets. Some of the postcards are remarkable for their art. Some card are haunting. Some I can identify with. Some are funny. Many are sad. Was it worth walking 5 blocks down Nicollet Mall? No, not with my gimpish gait. Viewing the website will be enough for me. I believe Frank, the Postsecret webmaster, does an incredible community service to many, many people.
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