Friday, December 30, 2016
Postcards
While looking for something else this morning I came across an enormous stack of postcards I'd collected over the years. I thought this one of Gromit was a cheerful offering for a winter morning. I've always admired Aardman's attention to detail, from the bones on the wall paper to Gromit's carefully tensioned yarn.
I've gotten out of the habit of sending postcards. If we don't send postcards to one another every once in a while, then the only thing posted to the refrigerator will be the grocery list, and where's the fun in that?
Postcards also make good bookmarks, particularly for very dull books. Finding a years-old postcard when you pick up Henry Esmond (the Very Dull Book currently on my night stand) briefly takes your mind off the fact that you're still reading the darned thing.
While art print post cards are probably in the best taste, I think one ought to loosen up now and again and send a silly post card, particularly to somebody who's not expecting it.
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
Relics
In the process of going through some books to see if there were any candidates for Goodwill, I thumbed through my 1985 paperback edition of The Modern Researcher, wondering when I'd last opened it. Out dropped this fern frond and some weed leaves. The weed would have been new to me when I moved to Oregon, and I remember thinking its leaves were quite beautiful (the effect is better when they're bright green and edged with dew drops,) so it appears that the last time I opened this book was Spring, 1997.
Despite the demonstrable lack of use in my household, I'm hanging onto The Modern Researcher, for both its content and its leaf-pressing capabilities.
Sunday, December 25, 2016
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Calling the Sun
On the Winter Solstice I invoke a little magical thinking and hurry the return of the sun by eating things that are the color of the sun, or the shape of the sun, or, most magical, both. This often turns out to be saffron bread baked up into a round loaf. However, I've got a lovely round loaf of pandoro tucked away, so I didn't think I needed any more bread in the house.
But this year's holiday baking resulted in two left-over egg yolks. Try as I might, and I try different things different years, I never seem to be able to make just enough egg-yolk things to correctly balance out the egg-white things.
So this morning I invoked the color and shape of the sun in a very special, three-yolk fried egg that should certainly get the sun's attention. It was tasty if a little rich - definitely something to eat only on special days.
For dinner - a nice, round-like-the-sun pizza bianca.
Have a fine Winter Solstice yourself.
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Monday, December 19, 2016
We get a little tired of snow
We've had snow off and on since last Wednesday. Not much - just enough to close schools and be annoying. In this strange news season, Portland even made the national news because of it.
We're all ready for a change, including the forecasters at NOAA:
It will be nice to see the good ole rain.
Friday, December 16, 2016
The End of the Summer Blankets
After some delays, I've finally finished seaming and hemming the last of the summer weight blankets I wove last summer. I wrote about the first two in August.
The second two full-size blankets and the little cradle blanket use a stripe arrangement I found on a blanket in the Textile Museum of Canada. It was lots of fun to weave, but required some care to make the stripes match when the two widths were seamed together. I did okay.
The center seam and the hems are sewing with a very sturdy linen singles.
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Getting the Cookies Packed Up to Go
Some years I have lots of energy for making cookies to send to family and friends. This was not one of those years, so the 2016 selection is a little limited. But they do look pretty when all snugged into their tins.
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basler brunsli,
Christmas,
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ginger shortbread,
lazy,
leckerli,
springerle
Sunday, December 11, 2016
With Great Power Comes Great Complexity and Too Much Tiny Print
A couple of cycles of time changes and some power outages finally resulted in my having to sit down and re-program my light timers so that lights come on and go off at useful times.
This is a task I always put off as long as I possibly can. It's just an awkward endeavor all round. First one has to fetch each timer, which means crawling on the floor and reaching under or behind bulky pieces of furniture.
And then one has to remember what all the little buttons do. Amazingly enough, I had not only saved the instruction sheet for my Westek TE22DHB timers, I even remembered where I'd put it. Reading that tiny type was another matter entirely. Thank goodness the internet found a PDF of the instructions sheet. And thank goodness for the entire concept of Zoom In.
The Westek TE22DHB offers 20 programmable ON/OFF settings per week. Per week! The power! The possibilities! The complexity of button pushes! I get it - you might want one set of behaviors Monday through Friday and a different set on Saturday and Sunday. Or even/odd days of the week. Or front/back halves of the week.
Me, I'm happy to settle for turning the light on at 5:30 a.m., off at 8:00 a.m., then on again at 4:00 p.m. and off at 9:30 p.m.
Yes, I'm sure that the Internet of Things allows me to do all of this through my phone, but I'm not quite there yet.
Labels:
technology,
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too many buttons,
winter
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
How to Keep an Ancient Cat Warm
Even though winters here are mild, they're not so mild that I don't feel the need to economize on heating. The thermostat is set at 68, and I habitually wear a sweater and heavy wool socks. But Honey, my Very Old Cat, minds the cold terribly. For her, the solution is an electric cat warming pad, a knitted blanket, and a little quilt. (The alternate solution is to sit in my lap.)
Believe me, if I thought she'd wear a sweater, I knit one for her.
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
I don't care if it *is* all a marketing campaign
So, I missed the official Beaujolais Nouveau Day (November 17th.) Thank goodness I did grocery shopping today and parked my cart right next to the stack of Beaujolais Nouveau bottles while I went to grab a half gallon of milk.
What the hey. At $9.99, the price was right. I kinda like young reds that you don't have to think about too much.
Next year we'll all remember that Beaujolais Nouveau Day is the third Thursday of November (which Google Calendar doesn't understand - hear that Google?) and have a glass as we shuffle through Thanksgiving recipes before deciding that the old favorites are really the best.
The Feast of the Blessed Hose Bibb Cover
The Feast of the Blessed Hose Bibb Cover is ideally celebrated about 12 hours before the first day on which the temperature is expected to drop below freezing, but the timing can vary a bit.
The very worst time to celebrate the FBHBC is about ten o'clock at night, when one is tucked into bed, hears freezing rain hitting the bedroom window, and suddenly remembers that terribly important task one really meant to do right after work. In this case, the feast is celebrated by struggling into one's boots, overcoat, and hat, searching the potting shed by flashlight for the covers, which haven't been seen in eleven months, and then convincing the covers to hook onto the faucets and stay there.
Honestly though, the very best time to celebrate the Feast of the Blessed Hose Bibb Cover is never. Here in the Northwest winter doesn't always bring freezing weather. If we do have freezing weather, it's only for a couple of days.
Are the covers effective? I don't know. The hardware stores always sell them at this time of year, and my neighbors and I buy them and install them.
The most beautiful celebration of the FBHBC I ever saw had Christmas lights wrapped around the cover and bubble wrap wrapped around the lights - quite striking at dawn on a frosty morning.
And why are they called hose bibbs anyway?
Saturday, December 3, 2016
Keeping it Warm
Last week between bouts of Thanksgiving cooking I took breaks to knit a tea cosy for the small tea pot I use on weekend mornings (I use tea bags during the week. It's complicated.)
I adapted a pattern I'd used in the past and scaled it down. It was a nice way to use up some ends of skeins.
I think one either loves or loathes pompons. Obviously, I'm a fan. In addition to the three I made to decorate the tea cosy, I made another one for the cat, who thinks they are the very bestest cat toys.
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