primsong: (barbara)
Well, we're still unemployed here so I've been digging into the accumulation of our household to see what we can use up instead of buy more than I usually do. It's kind of amazing how much oddball stuff we have buried in the backs of our cupboards and pantry, being at the tail end of 25 years of being a multi-child household. Scary expired pickles, anyone? Old seaweed snacks? How about rancid nuts? 0.o

I thought I kept up with rotating stuff pretty well, but I've obviously missed a few beats. Found out squirrels will eat old bread and rancid nuts just fine. Didn't try the seaweed on them.
primsong: (lunch)
My eldest has always had a penchant for eating weeds, coming in with handfuls of chickweed and miners lettuce, etc. and bemoaning my spraying our driveway to keep the stuff under control.  This time I opened the fridge and found a bagful of...something...?  She came up behind me and said "Oh, those are dandelions! I'm making bread."

Sure enough, she found something based on an old Roman recipe and made a Dandelion Honey Cake using almond flour and the blossoms of all those dandelions.  It has the texture of pumpkin bread and is really, really good! My grandma used to pick young leaves for her salads, trying to get to them before my grandpa went out to work on the lawn, but I'd never eaten the blooms.  Strikes me as something they'd eat in Redwall.
primsong: (fireplace)
Our furnace has been out since last week, which worked for a bit because it was thankfully nice and sunny during some of the days but it's getting to where our space heaters aren't quite keeping up.  Should be fixed by tomorrow, guess I'll haul in some firewood and use the fireplace after all - it's so messy I was trying to avoid it. Still, beats building a fire in the middle of the room!

Reminds me of I was a kid and one of the rentals we moved into had this huge burn spot in the middle of the wooden living room floor where some hippies had broken in and made themselves a comfy campfire.  My mom covered it up with a rug. The baseboard heat was wimpy enough she would sometimes bake something in the oven just to warm us up, so maybe the hippies had the right idea.
primsong: (starry sky)
The Habitat for Humanity "re-store" had paint at half-off their already ridiculously cheap prices so I went to see if there might be a decent color for my old garden benches. I was thinking something mossy looking originally, so if they got scroungy out there it wouldn't show up but then - WOO! A huge 5 gallon bucket of the most amazing blue came by and I couldn't pass it up. Here's what I spent the last couple days on, I'm so jazzed with the result!

blue benches!

Color pop time!
primsong: (grog)
It must be spring! I washed my car yesterday but I still had to turn around and go back to the house this morning to hose off the windshield so I could see something other than a huge yellow blur (my windshield squirties haven't worked for years).

Yellow poofs of pollen coming off the plants every time the breeze puffs past. It would be pretty if it weren't such a misery to allergic people and if it didn't set up like cement in the cracks everywhere. My condolences to everyone who must sneeze.
primsong: (mouse gape)
SO...My hubby leans over the couch where I'm reading a book and says "Just got off the phone. I guess I must now count myself among the unemployed." And then while I'm still digesting this news he runs down the hall shouting "FREEEEDOOOOOMMMM!"


He's been at that company for 22 years and was one of the last two people they had at this location, so he's been a little weary in the saddle but I'm kind of looking around going "batten down the hatches!" and turning off lights, lowering heat, etc. I grew up with little to live on and know all the tricks - he's never been below middle-class. If this drags on a while he may have to learn, but for now let him go bounding across the fields for a bit, he's earned it!
primsong: (odds fish)
My daughter called to tell me she has a new manager. He mentioned something about the small town he'd grown up in, she said "Oh yeah! My mom went to high school there." "What's her name?" he asked and whaddayaknow, he graduated with me!

Last time I saw him he was 18, of course, and taking honors for his many athletic skills. Always a nice congenial kind of guy, always dressed in assorted sports gear every time we crossed paths. Strange to fast-forward that mental image of him to a 50 year old manager working with my now-grown kid! I wonder if he still has his hair.

Life is weird.
primsong: (dalek tipping)
About a year ago a friend and I stood looking at our battered and outdated Fellowship Hall at our church, which serves as everything from a cafeteria and craft area to a gym for the preschool. Decades of constant use really showed and we both utterly loathed the old valances of ruffled pink, country blue and teal that shrieked late 80s. That launched my efforts last Fall of a fundraising Tea, a gathering of donations and a lot of hours in group decisions on paint, etc.

Spent the last three days in there, yanking out the old curtains and the yards and yards of muslin underneath, filling holes, sanding and priming. Found stuff behind the cabinets from years ago and spackled countless staple holes... We're about a third of the way through this project but by Maundy Thursday this week we hope to have a new look to our old Hall at long last.

It's an awful lot of work and my feet and legs are killing me, but it's a great feeling to get it done!
primsong: (one hoo hoo)
Son: (opening box of crackers) Triskets!
Me: Like Speed Racer's girlfriend!
Son: Ah yes, Speed and Triskets. And don't, I can't remember that monkey's name!
Me: I just remember how annoying he was. And what was his little brother called?
Son: I don't know! Why don't I know this? What was it?
Daughter: Squirtle?
Son: Squirtle! And the monkey was something that repeats.
Daughter: Yeah, like Bop-bop or Chee-chee or Ten-Ten or something. *googles*
Son: Bip-Bip, Can-can, Boop-Boop...
Daughter: Chim-Chim!
Son: Chim-Chim and Squirtle. Wait. That's Pokemon.
Daughter: Someone needs to do a vid for that. Speed, Trisket, Squirtle and Ten-Ten.
primsong: (zucchini)
Ah, St. Pat's! I love what a simple holiday it is. We wear green and I make a big honkin' tureen of corned beef with cabbage, parsnips, carrots, etc. - follow with some strong coffee with irish cream in it and that's it. My inner Irish person is happy to accept this annual dose of non-authentic Irish soul food.

May the wind always be at your back, etc. etc.
primsong: Mr. Morton (morton)
Spent a couple afternoons poking intermittantly at imovie in my ongoing attempts to comprehend the usefulness of my new macbook thing. Made Baby's First Movie by using random footage of my cat on my lap gleaned from the "oh, I found the camera!" moments, adding sound effects, music, credits, etc. Kind of like it, in an odd sense of the word. The whole thing definitely has promise (imovie, not my er..."movie"...) I can see why so many people like to mess around with making vids of stuff in their life now that we have tools like this readily available.

Still feel like an old dog struggling to learn that new trick, but getting there.
primsong: (rain tree)
Just came in from quite some time grubbing around in my muddy yard in between rain clouds. There is a nice sense of accomplishment seeing the mounds I built from the roots of my fallen enemies outside.  I like how you can yank the entire root out, schlorping them like pale, twisted carrots from the muck at this time of year, and I finally conquered one of the Grandfather of Grandfather Dandelions whose root was too big and deep to get in previous years.

*insert triumphant cackling as lightning flashes behind a silhouetted hand, clutching helpless roots as the mud drips from the tip of the trowel*
primsong: (starry sky)
Just finished another round of our annual preschool fundraising dinner and basket raffle - as we were setting up the tables one of the grade school girls, the sort who has several small siblings and as a result speaks more like a wise mom than a kid, made the observation that "Oh yes, now all the little girls will come in and get their heart set on something in baskets, and then when they don't win they'll cry and cry." 

Watched as families mobbed the hallways, enthusiastically dropping tickets into the little buckets.  Plenty of little girls (and boys) who obviously had already decided whatever was in their chosen basket was theirs - especially the three beta fish artistically floating along among themed items in three different places.  Winning tickets were drawn and the halls filled with the sound of wailing as small children were given the "Sometimes these things happen, that's just the way it works" lesson.  One girl whom I would have thought old enough to already know that stood and just sobbed - she'd apparently fastened onto one of the betas and even given him a name.  In her heart, he was already in a fishbowl in her room and now a stranger was taking 'her' pet away from her.  So many small childhood hopes dashed amid the celebration.

I divvied up the decorative balloons and handed them to the kids who seemed to need to have something that they'd 'won' in their hands the most.
primsong: (bald planet)
I find a vast amount of the things I am involved in have my faith and/or my church and its various activities, needs and ongoing whatnot as a part of them - goodness knows there's always something to do, especially in a smaller one where everyone has to wear more than one hat.  Since my earliest "church days" as a teen, I've been drawn to take care of the building, furnishings and bulletin boards, etc. - i.e. one of my first actions as a new Christian was to take the welcome mats home and scrub them, hee hee....  I still update bulletin boards, polish the wood in the sanctuary, make sure the kids have scribbling paper so they don't scribble in the hymnals, pressure-wash the moss off the sidewalk and paint the lines on the parking lot, for instance.  And I love it.

Out of curiosity, for those of you who have a church or other group that meets on a regular basis, what 'slot' of duties do you find yourself falling into the most naturally?  What jazzes you that you get to be a part of it?
primsong: (rainbow)
Snipped some early daffodils for our table along with a few giant snowdrops...the morning sun was coming in to hit them so nicely, thought I'd share a little of this cheery spring color with all of you:

Daffodil vase
primsong: (music dirigible)
Just a brief music rec for anyone who likes soundtrack/epic instrumental music... I've only now discovered Thomas Bergersen (half of the duo that make Two Steps from Hell) - first heard of his stuff via a Toothless tribute on youtube that was set to 'Dragonrider' (not on these albums but oh well)

It's just....oh....just.... wooooooooah!
If you want to be blown away, try his album "Sun"... but I ended up also getting "Illusions" and "Invincible" and they're all just amazing. 0.o
*goes off to dance around the living room dramatically*
primsong: (bilbo not at home)
My dear Rings fandom family is casting about for a new online home, it's so hard to go house-shopping with so many different preferences - not unlike trying to order pizza for a crowd! I do hope whatever is decided will be 'warmed up to' by any who are reluctant.

There's no place like home, and it is the personalities of those who gather that define the spirit and love in any place no matter what the decor. They are lovely people, I am sure they will find their collective way to a new hearthside where they can enjoy one another's company once again.
primsong: (beautiful)
Got a Verilux "happy light" recently, one of those full-spectrum panels that you sit near for about 15 minutes a day to help with seasonal depression - I never thought much about it except out of curiosity but my daughter was quite affected by all the grey we have here. Now that we have them (it came with a little baby sized one as a promo) I've found it seriously helps more than I expected.

Happy light is happy! We turn it on in the morning and have it shining for breakfast, it's so nice, I hate to turn it off. Good lighting for painting too, makes it much more true color.


Beach time

Feb. 13th, 2016 07:59 am
primsong: (beach)
An update: Our Pi-Cat has thankfully continued to improve and is pretty much back to her former petite weight (she's only a 7 lb. kitty at her fattest), still no idea what caused her illness so I just hope whatever it was doesn't come back as she's now our Gold Plated Kitty from vet bills. We are grateful that she is with us even when she sits on the keyboard now.

Also, looks like my eldest is headed for the beach! She's been applying for work, etc. along the coast and is making plans to move over there. Ironically the rents around here have spiked so badly with all the out of state people moving here that the beach is no longer the expensive place, it's cheaper for her to live there than anywhere near Portland once you get out of the easy day-trip range of that city. Sounds good to me!
primsong: (cat hug)
Made coffee this morning and our sick kitty came waltzing into the kitchen, drank a little water and ate about six bites of food. First time in a week and a half! My son was running up and down the hall rousing the family to come and see, Pi is eating! We were all gathered around, trying to not disturb her groove, twittering quietly like fans of a famous artist watching them paint.

The cat ate! Let the parade commence!

Now we just hope she does it again - back to Cat Watch.


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