Wednesday, February 29, 2012

How quickly we forget

Our last (and only) major storm was October 31;  it was taken with calm resignation, and we all braced for a very long very trying winter.   (shrug) It happens.   However, it is now nearly the end of February and that resgnation has been replaced by a certain amount of glee that we may have been missed this year.

Easy to forget that not too many years back we had a foot of snow once a week for the entire month of March.  This, by the way, was nearly shoulder high.    Now we're seeing  a fine edge of panic on the weather forecasts, with storm warnings and travel advisories and such,  and people are no doubt scrambling to find the roof rakes and shovels they put away two weeks ago...
                                                                   


Monday, February 27, 2012

Friday, February 24, 2012

Report from early spring in the middle of winter

The chickadees have changed into their spring songs, and the bluebirds are back, as are the robins.  This afternoon there were four tom turkeys in the field, practicing fans and strutting.  One of them, poor fella, just could not get his fan to work.  He tried, oh didnt he try, but the best he could do was  a back ruffle.   It was embarrassing to watch.

And this morning we saw a bobcat in the back field,as calm and casual as any housecat, just sitting.  He was too far away to photograph quickly, and by the time I got him in view he decided it was time to move on.  Not running, just walking away.   In all the years I've lived here, this is my first sighting.  =)

We now  have mud, with about two inches of snow sinking into it. 

And I made 6 loaves of bread.

All in all,  a pretty good day--except, maybe for the mouse that died in one of my kitchen walls a few days ago...

Thursday, February 23, 2012

The cold

Last week we were invited to a birthday party for my husband.  Unbeknownst to us, the hostess had a cold.  She only told us much later, and said, "but its okay, I took cold meds."

What she and so many people do NOT realize about such things is that they relieve your symptoms and "let you get back to work" is that while you're not coughing and sneezing, you are still contagious.  So in a  way the cold that would have kept you home and safely away from the rest of us is now out there in the workforce, or at the teacher's desk, or breathing on your 85 year old granny.

Her family is now covered with colds, and has no idea how they got them.  My husband came down with his yesterday.  Sigh.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Something

In writing, and in my case poetry, when the brain goes on hiatus for a period of time,  there is always the fear that when the writing comes back  you will have lost a step or two.  What I've discovered over the years that even after twelve years of basically no-writing,  unlike ballet or other physical skills that require constant practice,  the brain picks up where you left it, and that is always a relief.  And a joy. 

I want to post this, not because it's good, necessarily,  but because for the first time in a very long time I have written something that I actually wanted to revise.

(later, much much later)  Let's just say this has been a classic exercise in putting wings on a rock and maybe if I throw it enough times it will learn to fly...


at the darkest part of the night
when the moon has set and the stars
weep with weariness
he leans over the side of the boat
flirting with his center of gravity
looks down into the terrifying cold and dark
in the primal part of the ocean
where light
never reaches the bottom
not knowing why but knowing he must,
not knowing what he's looking for
only that it's there
somewhere
calling him from a long way down
every night he goes out armed
with periscopes
until he finds what he was searching for
leans too far into it
and becomes part of the ocean,
part of the dark and the cold


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Siren


after the moon has set and the stars
begin to shimmer with weariness
he leans over the side of the boat
flirting with his center of gravity
looks down into a place where light
never reaches the bottom

not knowing why but knowing he must,
not knowing what he's looking for
only that it's there
somewhere
beckoning from a long way down

every night he goes out armed
with periscopes
until he finds what he was searching for
leans too far into it
becomes part of the ocean,
part of the dark and the cold

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Siren (3)


he leans over the side of the boat
flirting with his center of gravity
looks down into a place where light
never reaches the bottom

not knowing why but knowing he must,
not knowing what he's looking for
only that it's there
somewhere
beckoning from a long way down

every night after the moon has set
and the stars seem to shimmer with weariness
he goes out armed with periscopes
and sounding lines
until he finds what he was searching for
leans too far into it
becomes part of the ocean,
part of the reflection
of stars on dark water

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Siren (4)

not knowing why but knowing he must,
not knowing what he's looking for
only that it's there
somewhere
beckoning from a long way down

every night after the moon has set
and the stars seem to shimmer with weariness
he goes out armed with searchlights
and sounding lines
leans over the side of the boat
looking down into a place
where light never reaches the bottom

he finds what he was searching for
leans too far into it
becomes part of the ocean,
part of the reflection
of stars on dark water



Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Helpful hint of the day

Never lick a hot knife

Monday, February 13, 2012

it's about this diet thing

The idea is to lose weight, not suffer in the process.  That means, you find foods that work, and stick with them, because you KNOW you're gonna be eating this way, ideally, for a very long time. 

To that end I've been using a lot of brown rice,  fruit, and veggies.  I needed something that would make brown rice palatable,  and I may just have hit on it. 
One cup of dry rice will cook up to two cups of cooked, and that means I only have to do this every third day. 
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1 cup, brown or white rice, 1 cup of water with 2 chicken boullion cubes dissolved.
a pinch of white wine
While the rice is cooking, I cut up about a cup of cooked chicken thighs, and defrost a cup or more of veggies.  Throw all that in the rice when it's done .  When you serve it, add two or three slices of chopped apple (really) and two or three slices of chopped up cheese as a topping.  A little salt, a bit of pepper, and you're good to go.  And sometimes, if I'm feeling adventurous, I dump a Tablespoon of Sweet Baby Ray's Honey Barbecue Sauce on it.  Gooood stuff. 

Rice cooked and stored in the fridge starts to lose its interest after two days, so I don't like to cook more than I can consume in that period.