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    Saturday, July 01, 2006

    Five to Ten Servings a Day, the Easy Way

    So if you didn't already know, one of my favourite things in the world for a couple years now is Smoothies. The gyms started opening Smoothie Bars (which are unfortunately never open when I'm there) and now there's one or two that have popped up on my route to work. But, with a good blender you can save money, and usually sugar additives, and do it yourself.

    Smoothies, like pizza, are to me a design concept rather than a rigid recipe. There are key elements to the framework, but unlimited possibilites for endlessly varied, and yummy, meals on the go.

    Here's my favourite general framework:
    • 4-5 ice cubes, processed on "pulse" setting until crushed up, in the blender
    • 1/2 cup to a cup of milk OR yogurt OR soy milk, or if you just want light, crisp, and fruity, fruit juice, ice water or more ice.
    • 1 cup or more of semi-frozen fruit chunks.
    • Semi-frozen means take the hard-frozen fruit from the freezer and nuke it for 30 seconds to a minute. I was told this by a cranky appliance repair man when I had to take two blenders in for service within only a couple weeks of purchase. Apparently a frozen strawberry could destroy a jet engine and blenders don't have a chance, so part-thaw them first. Bananas can be added fresh and some fruits like raspberries blend easily when fully frozen because they break up.
    • Or use all fresh fruit - it'll not be quite as icy-cold but still good. I use frozen for the convenience of not having to chop up and clean up every time I want a smoothie
    • 1-2 tablespoons of frozen juice concentrate, in place of a fruit you don't have handy or so you can add water instead of juice and still have a richer taste.
    • Any powdered supplements you want - whey or soy protein to balance carbs, or fibre supplements, or I sometimes use powdered whole-grain rolled oats.
    • Sweetener to taste, optionally.
    • A few drops of a flavour extract like vanilla or almond adds a nice body. Also optional.
    So, having got the basic ingredient categories, the method is:
    1. Put in Blender
    2. Blend
    If you want a little more detail, and to prolong the life of your blender, I do it in the following order:
    1. Crush ice
    2. Add milk/yogurt/soymilk/water/juice and powders - blend to slushy with ice
    3. Add fruit, a bit at a time, blending until smooth.
    So, you've got the concept and the method. If you're one those folks who is still reading but thinking you have no idea what fruits go together - the answer is probably that any fruits that you like individually can be put together into a smoothie. But, for those who must have directions, here are a couple of my favourite recent inventions.

    The Ontario Summer Market Special smoothie:
    • 4-5 ice cubes, crushed.
    • Add 1/2 cup of unflavoured or vanilla yogurt and blend
    • 2 tbsp frozen apple juice concentrate, unsweetened - blend
    • Optional: 1/2 scoop of protein powder, fibre supplement, or powdered oats - blend
    • Add semi-frozen fruit:
        • 1/3 cup peaches
        • 1/3 cup strawberries and/or raspberries
        • 1/3 cup melon chunks
    • 1 tsp honey, or to taste, optional
    Add fruit a bit at a time and blend each time, then blend until smooth once everything is in.

    A Northern Tropical Smoothie
    • 4-5 ice cubes, crushed
    • 2 tbsp unsweetened orange juice concentrate - blend
    • 2 tbsp coconut milk* OR 1/2 tsp coconut flavour extract - blend
    • Optional supplements: protein and/or fibre and/or oat powder - blend
    • Fruit chunks:
        • 1 small or 1/2 large banana, fresh or frozen
        • 2/3 c. frozen pineapple chunks
        • 2 tbsp chopped fresh coconut* or dried, unsweetened coconut
    • 1/2 to 2/3 c. of plain or vanilla soy milk
    • optional sweetener to taste - sugar, brown sugar or Splenda
    Add fruit gradually and crush on the "pulse" setting. For some reason this particular recipe works better for me when I do that, then pour the soy milk over, and blend until smooth.

    * Coconut prep: I love real, fresh coconut but it's a pain. If you want to do it, drain the coconut water into an ice cube tray and freeze. Bust open and cut up the coconut flesh into french-fry sized pieces, and freeze these. Throw one coconut ice cube and a few of the strips of coconut into the blender with the ice cubes and crush.

    If you're not into the whole live coconut project, some ethnic and organic food stores carry canned coconut milk. Get the plain, unseasoned kind, and pour the can out into an ice cube tray and freeze. If you don't like the small chewy bits of coconut in a drink, JUST use the frozen canned coconut milk, as it's quite dense and creamy compared to the stuff you get out of fresh coconut.

    Wednesday, June 28, 2006

    Something I learned this week....

    Prepackaged burritos can be heated in a wide-slice toaster.

    However, if it is a frozen burrito, let it thaw first or you have a crispy toasted outside and icy bean-slush in the centre.

    Another warning: Make sure the tortilla is intact. The cleaning staff at work probably don't like exploded burrito guts in the toaster.

    Friday, June 09, 2006

    California, Here I Come...

    Still more than a month away, but this should be fun.

    Here is the hotel, Hotel Triton, Adam's company travel agent found for us in San Francisco.

    They have a wine tasting hour with massage chairs and Tarot readings every evening, fresh baked cookies twice a day, and "celebrity" rooms designed by Jerry Garcia, Carlos Santana, Woody Harrelson and more.

    Sure beats the Holiday Inn Express.

    Wednesday, June 07, 2006

    Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair...

    News update on me:

    Work: status quo.
    Home: very nice. Has more art now thanks to generous Benjamin siblings allowing us a turn with Sassy's time-share masterpiece. Still needs a sofa.
    Personal projects: pursuing a car-free week in honour of Commuter Challenge.
    Menus: nothing of note lately. Tried a mock-pot-pie tonight with some leftover chicken and a Pillsbury pressure-dough tube, it was soupy.
    Mundane achievements: survived 35th birthday. Am I middle aged yet?
    Fun: Off to San Francisco for a week in July . Milwaukee, too, but that's work and not nearly so choice a destination.
    Sooner fun: Sissy, Hubby and the Bump coming to visit Saturday, if plans don't change. (The Bump being the now two-years-and-some Owen).
    At the moment: off to wash me head and get some sleep.

    Thursday, May 25, 2006

    Maybe not the greatest menu...

    Double-salt licorice and pepperettes for lunch... hmm.

    One of those days when we're scavenging the desk drawers for food.

    Tuesday, May 16, 2006

    Nostalgic Guelph Moments....

    Trying to isolate myself from chatter and focus on my job today, I pulled out my iPod and started dialling down my artists list.

    Came across this one I'd recently ripped and forgotten about: Black Cabbage .

    Read the record review from that link. I can't describe them any better, musically.

    Black Cabbage is one of very, very few bands I repeatedly and deliberately sought out at live shows. Hillside Fest, the Trasheteria, or the Albion, they were THE act to see in Guelph in the years post-scholarship-undergrad but pre-pancreatic disaster (umm.. mid=90's for those who don't mark time by my personal benchmarks). A Black Cabbage show was always a frantic, thrashing crowd, which you know in most circumstances I hate, but there was something about the chemistry that happened around this band that made it the most friendly mosh pit I've ever heard of.

    Unfortunately, but possibly not unexpectedly, the creative maelstrom of some 8 talented folks was not sustainable and as far as I know, these individuals all went their own ways in the late 90's. But if you're a fan of genuine Canadian Eclectic Indie music, it might be worth the effort to dig up their catalogue.

    Headphones on! Back to the grind.

    Wednesday, May 03, 2006

    Why I'm pretty uninspired lately...

    Because THIS ---->


    Is what I see all day.

    I can't compete with my wonderful live-in photographer's immense talent, so I've decided I won't even try, I'll just see what I can come up with from my camera phone. But I'm not even getting far with that. Work is not very inspiring at all. And that's all I get all day.

    Monday, April 17, 2006

    If you are calling for Mrs. Benjamin, please hang up....

    Some recent and extremely disruptive calls from TD Canada Trust lately have prompted me to wonder... how do telemarketers get on at cocktail parties?

    Other guest: "Nice to meet you, Sid. What is it you do for work?"
    Telemarketer: "Oh, I phone people when they're eating, playing with their kids, or trying to take a dump, in order to harangue them to buy unnecessary products and services they never thought they'd need..."
    Other guest: (sidesteps rapidly to go find a slaughterhouse worker to chat with...)

    I actually repeated the sentence: "I am not interested in any additional credit cards" 4 times for the TD Visa slob who called, and I think I snapped at that point - I've been quite rude (even for me!) to the next couple. HOPEFULLY after the last one, when I finally remembered to explicitly request that they remove me from their call lists, they'll stop. It's that much more annoying that they keep calling as I am completely removing my business from TD after their screwed-up handling of my investments over the last few years.

    Also sick of telemarketers? Check out the-cma.org, under Consumer information, and register for the Do Not Contact service. It's no guarantee, but marketers who are at least responsible enough to cross-check their DB with the CMA Do Not Contact list should be removing your name if you're registered. It's better than nothing. Also remember to ask all parties from whom you request information - including magazine subscriptions and charities - to NOT share your address. Most of those are concerned enough with your business that they will respect your request.

    Failing that, screen calls. Anyone who calls our house for Mr. Botari or Mrs. Benjamin deserves a hangup, as they obviously don't know who they're calling.

    Sunday, April 09, 2006

    Helo, MoMo... hee hee!

    (Photos.blogger.com seems to not be loading right now - no pic today!)

    Ok, so I'm hardly competing with the real enthusiasts, but in between cleaning up the old place and setting up the new, I've had a couple hours of geeking out this weekend, figuring out how to hack... er, 'customize' my new Motorola RAZR v3 BLK.

    Thanks to MotoModders, MotoX, and poetic_folly's Motoguide, I've dug up what it takes to update my phone software, fix a resulting bug, load a new skin and re-flash. If you look at those sites above, you'll of course find there's so much more and I'm hardly among the elite, but hey, I'm proud of myself, having done nothing more geeky than change my Windows wallpaper in a couple years. Maybe I'll get into seem editing after a little more study.

    Monday, April 03, 2006

    Ooops....

    Well, it was bound to happen at some point. Our first observed incident of cat vs. gravity occurred today when I popped home for lunch.

    I heard a soft scuffling and saw one foot and a tail swing down below the loft railing, and before I could get there, Maui went FLUMPPPPH onto the seat of the futon.

    Luckily, he was more surprised than hurt or upset. I'm not sure what he was doing, or if Sprout! pushed him. Blue was on the ground floor with me, so it wasn't her.

    Also luckily, I had removed hard or pointy things from the end of the couch under the railing. I think this is some impetus to get more junk out from under the loft rail. If they're going to do that, landing on the futon cushion is fine, but if they miss that, I want them to hit carpet or floor, not say, a pile of lamps or a dissassembled shelf on which they will impale themselves.

    I'm guessing if Maui did this while performing stunts on the railing, he's bright enough to not try again soon, but if it was an escape attempt from a more aggressive cat, it might not be the last.

    Look out below!

    Wednesday, March 29, 2006

    Wow, do we have too much stuff.

    Hi to all - since I got pounced as soon as I showed up back online today, thought I'd fire of a quick "yes we survived the move" update.

    Or, we're surviving - there's still some moving happening, argh.

    The time to move our junk was waaaaayyy underestimated Monday, and as such we kept two really strong guys very busy until after dark. And at 4 pm we had to call off the loading and get to the new place, as we were supposed to be moving IN from 1-4.

    But, we made it. Our condo looks like a junk warehouse for the moment, with paths excavated through the boxes. The cats keep getting lost but I think they're all still in here. Maui and Blue are still trying to figure out the deal with the stairs. They're going up and down them OK but every time they notice they're up and we're down, or vice versa, they seem to be very upset about the height difference. Or something. Who knows what's going on in those fuzzy little brains.

    Back to continue unpacking the kitchen, then I'm meeing a fellow local FreeCycler to pick up a table we no longer need (and left at the old place).

    Saturday, March 25, 2006

    Living less vs. Living better

    Amongst the boxes and bags and piles here lately, I've been contemplating the ironic conflict I feel between a wish to "live simply", and all the various wants and wishes I have to add things to my life. To be fair to myself, I generally want to alter, not add - for example, the 40 yr. old sofabed has gone to a new home with a needy FreeCycler, with the eventually plan being to buy a nice new sofa. I didn't want *another* sofa, I wanted a *better* sofa.

    This one's maybe harder. I have a longstanding habit of buying packs and bags. I have a few now, including a very expensive one from Cirque du Soleil. So, what do I want now?

    One of these:



    And this:



    Yeah, more Cirque goodies. Again, to be fair - the PVC knock-off designer bag I succumbed to last spring is starting to disintigrate and doesn't stay on my shoulder. And I damaged one of my older ones somehow.

    And, we have a decent vacuum cleaner, old-fashioned solid canister type with bags, and Mom offered to get me a lightweight Swiffer vac, but I want a :



    "Living more simply" means a $430 robotic vacuum? Nope, I must be a failure.

    Well, maybe not. I recently read a pagan Almanac article that reiterated for me something I had already hashed out - "living more simply", or "living lightly" as this article called it, if you consider it to be techno-phobic, dress-out-of-a-dumpster, poor grooming movement, is just plain not a sustainable lifestyle choice. And that's not what modern simple living advocates really are going for.

    Consider the phrase should be "Living Consciously".

    Yes, bust the clutter. If you don't know why you have something - why do you still have it? Walk when driving would save you only 5 minutes. No, you don't need 35 pairs of jeans (or 4 vacuums!). But buy some fresh damn socks and if you need shoes to go with just one particular outfit, well, yeah, you do. And maybe two of some household tools can tackle a job in a way that saves you dragging heavy equipment up and down narrow stairs or putting a hole in your plaster.

    It's not even, necessarily, about living as *cheaply* as possible (though that is a need for some - great!), though it is about not exceeding your means, financially and karmically.

    What it's about is being CONSCIOUS of what consumerism does to you, and for you, and understanding your buying decisions and the drive behind them. The power of them, too, really. Understanding the reasons why you need/want these things. Also understanding what is your need/want is not necessarily someone else's. Others are free to define what they NEED.

    Living consciously (simply, lightly) can't be about depriving yourself of nice comfy furniture, a couple fashion handbags if their use would really satisfy you, or a convenience when yeah, you could do it the hard way. If it is, I'm sorry, but then it is a doomed movement. Living consciously should be about developing your awareness of quality, sustainability, direction, and action in choices about how you live. Learn what the different choices are and how they work, and what the better one is - FOR YOU - rather than just blindly accepting what's on sale under the blue-light special.

    Friday, March 24, 2006

    Another score for penicillin ( I hope! )

    Well, this is the longest that I've been this sick from strep, but I think we got it now. Fever was gone this morning, back to my usual 36 -plus-a-smidge kind of temps. The sore throat has been fading with some repeated help from Chloraseptic and a bit more OTC pain stuff - it comes back a bit less each time. I've eaten a whole can of soup with REAL stuff in it, some watery oatmeal, and some toddler apple-snack things. Beats barely being able to swallow water and the pain stuff being ineffective as the inflammation was so deep it was a physical barrier.

    I was actually up for trying some mild, soft Indian food tonight, but am still not quite presentable enough to go out, and the take-out option wasn't happening tonight. Sweetie popped out with friends without me - I'm jealous, but we will do that another time. Our local Mom'n'Pop Indian restaurant is an absolute gem and does a couple of mild paneer dishes I really like.

    Hopefully by tomorrow I'll be back in the packing-and-moving routine. TONIGHT I'm actually trying to be a good student - I'm long overdue to finish this one last assignment and I'm actually getting into the research. It will be completely Googled, which might cost me a point or two over "academic" library attendance - but sheesh, the topic is videoconferencing benefits to business, it's hardly Human Genome research - anyone in industry would use the 'net too.

    Thursday, March 23, 2006

    Surviving...

    Antibiotics are a good thing - WHEN you really need them. I guess I do.

    Fever is almost gone. It's around "normal" for those people who aren't normally 1 degree below normal like I seem to go. Throat mess is a different thing. Still very painful to swallow, despite all the non-narcotics I can try. 1 hr to eat cream of wheat today. Some applesaucy thing made for toddlers got choked down just now. And I'm talking like someone with an overly-large tongue, as any speech that requires the back of the tongue/throat for enunciation just is not happening.

    Most of the rest of "feeling bad" is actually from such severe low food consumption all week I'm drained. I've been so sick I'm not actually hungry, and between that and the serious pain, it's hard to eat. If only I could lose my appetite like this when I'm healthy - I'd get rid of my 50+ extra pounds in no time.

    Off for another nap. Went and booked the moving day with our building manager just now, that wore me out. Yeesh.

    Wednesday, March 22, 2006

    Me an' my bug...

    You gotta think it's not the best day you'll ever have when your doctor says "Open up and say 'AAAHH' ", and then promptly says "BLEAAAGH!" right back at ya.

    I think I have my second-worst bout of strep. The worst would be the one in 2000 where I actually had to go to the hospital for fluids and IV antibios as I couldn't swallow even water. Today I can barely swallow water, so no 12 hour stint on a gurney in emerg. Doc Y didn't even do the swab test, because she said if its not strep, it's something similarly evil that warrants penicillin. So penicillin it is.

    Ironically, this appointment was made was before I got this sick, and was to discuss my long-running headache. Doc Y. did look at that with all the standard in-office neurology assessments (touch your nose, touch my finger...) and concluded I don't have a tumour and haven't had a stroke. But we couldn't assess much else with raging strep throat, a 40-degrees-for-3-days fever, and EVERYthing hurting so bad I couldn't tell where the headache started and ended as opposed to the rest of me just hurting.

    I did get a note to stay off work for the rest of the week. I've been, literally, in bed for most of 3 days. Pretty unusual for me, even when sick. I had this same bug about 13 months back, and though I was home from work for a couple of days, I puttered around, made soup, did a bit of laundry.

    I did one load of laundry yesterday but needed a nap between washing and drying and again between taking it out of the dryer and putting it away. I HAD to do that much - I had soaked every bathrobe, wrap, pair of jammies and alot of cushions with sweat from the fever-chills cycle. Dear spousal unit, bless his heart, solved that problem with a space heater. I was trying to warm up my feet with a hair dryer this morning and realized it felt good. Sweetie saw that and when I got the hair dryer out later to warm up the bed (and play with Blue, who discovered despite the noise that things that blow hot air are nice) and went and got this little heater-fan instead and parked it beside me.

    So, it works because instead of bundling up against the chills, then sweating to soak the blankie, then kicking the blankie off until I'm freezing, then bundling up in the now-cold but still wet blankie.. etc.... the warm air keeps me evaporating enough to not get anything gross and sweaty, but is warm enough that I don't need a cover or just a light one. Remember this if you ever spend 72 hours with a 40 degree fever. I'm sure I'll have cause to use it again, strep and me have a long-term repeating thing going.

    Bonus fun is that Blue liked it. She would squirm and roll in front of the hot breeze. When it stopped because the thermostat thought it was warm enough, she'd roll over, sit up straight, and wait for it to go again.

    In a pinch, hair dryers are nice for warming cold feet when the rest of you is hot.

    Needless to say, not much packing has happened this week.

    Saturday, March 18, 2006

    Condo findings...

    Ok, so we got in last night... had an indian take-out picnic on our hardwood floor and new area rug. The vendor came by with almost all the keys, less one garage door opener he'll stop by with on Monday, and a couple replacement lightbulbs he promised to leave but that got packed and moved.

    For the most part, the surprises were good ones. A bit of dust here and there, we found some evidence of old moisture marks at a drywall join in the ceiling and around one fixture, a bump or ding in the wood here and there. Though, for the wood, for all we know, the damage could have happened in 1905 when someone rolled a whiskey barrel into one of the warehouse timbers.

    Something I guess I knew but hadn't quite connected up is that stainless steel is not magnetic - we can only put fridge magnets on the side of the fridge. Oh, and Dad - the fridge is fitted to install the tubing for the internal ice-maker, but it's not there. No big deal. The ceramic-top oven/stove is a programmable convection oven that doesn't seem to have ever been used (I think our seller was a divorced dad living the bachelor life with occasional visits). Adam diligently cleaned a bit of melted plastic off it while I dusted floors.

    Oh, and get this - our microwave takes dictation. Yep, the GE Profile over-the-range programmable microwave actually will hold a 20-second voice memo. And it has a nightlight mode.

    All in all, I think we got our financing's worth out of this. It's definitely not a "starter" home budget-wise - but we're not "starting" and we're hoping to be living in it for a while.

    Friday, March 17, 2006

    Home Suite Condo: Now its ours!

    St. Patrick's Day, 2006 - now in a heap of debt, we are happy homeowners!

    Picked up the keys from the lawyer early afternoon today - well, one set of keys. Our seller was busy moving out this morning, and has the other set, the second garage door opener, and the mail keys still, but we're getting them from him this evening. So far the place is bright and empty, save for the area rug that was part of the deal, some manuals and odd bits of hardware, and some dust we'll head back to take care of tonight.

    More when we're settled in!

    Tuesday, March 14, 2006

    Caution: decaffeinated geek.

    This seems to be the day for reading, hearing, or encountering folks feeling sick. A little more than usual.

    Heck, so I'll chime in, see if anyone has suggestings.

    I've had a headache for close to two months now. Yeesh. Some of you have heard about it. I'm actually theorizing I have at least two headaches, that are tag-teaming me. One seems to be related to neck/base of skull, and the other to sinuses. But I can't get rid of them for trying - best I can do is take enough ibuprofen to scare them into a corner for a while. Except after going through most of a bottle of OTC painkiller in a month, I came across a newsbyte saying chronic use of ibuprofen or acetominophen can WORSEN headaches - yay.

    Massage tomorrow, for more work on the neck.

    And, though I don't think he's right (but I love him anyway) Adam keeps insisting it might be the coffee I drink. Non-coffee drinkers come off as so self-righteous sometimes! Sheesh. BUT, for the sake of argument, I've had no coffee for a couple of days. Will try to go a week. Still have the headache, but actually left work early today as I was struggling to stay awake and feeling even crankier than usual (like, how could you tell?).

    Now, I have reasonable grounds for arguing that it's not coffee. My coffee habits haven't really changed in years, and the daily headache-monsters started visiting mid-to-late January. I also do not drink gallons of it - I take a mug with me in the morning. On a bad day, I'll have a second one. Only very rarely will I have any caffeine after lunch.

    Also, the headaches seem correlated with other things. Work. Stress. My face hurts, under my eyes and above my top teeth, that's a giveaway for sinus issues. I started taking an extended mid-day break to do aquafitness on days I don't teach at my gym, and that chases them away sometimes. For a bit. Some days I wake up with one, some days it takes until mid-morning to really hit.

    I need to go see my doctor and fill her in, but I can't get through to her office on the damn phones. They're always busy and they don't answer at all for an hour and a half from 12 noon to 1:30.

    We'll see. So for now - no painkillers, no caffeine, more massage, more exercise. Off to try to get a good night's sleep.

    Thursday, March 09, 2006

    Get yer mulched imported termites, right here!!!!

    To those who send along all those very alarming emails, about how household products will kill my pets, drivers with no headlights on are serial killers, and there's a rapist haunting the mall parking lot - thank you. It is nice to know you care and I appreciate being thought of. I'm not being sarcastic! The reason those emails live so long is that lots of good people err on the side of a little more superfluous email for a little more security in the world. That's OK.

    However, next time you hear that a serial killer is poisoning dogs with floor cleaner in the local mall, here's a quick-reference guide to getting the real goods: Snopes.com.

    I like Snopes. In a world where any hoaxmongering dork can invent fake credentials and claim to be the authority on aspartame killing your grandmother, these folks dig the real dirt. And when they hit bedrock and can't get through it, they admit it.

    It's not perfect, but have a look. At the very least, learn what to look out for in the baseless (or sometimes, fact-based but a bit skewed) email circulations.

    It'll save all our inboxes, and you can always send me chocolate to show you care!

    Wednesday, March 01, 2006

    More Homey stuff

    New clickable image version of our condo photos, thanks to my Spousal Euphemism:

    To the Condo gallery.

    On a different note, I've finally gotten around to loading a few more quilty pics, mostly "UFOs" (UnFinished Objects). Go here. Photography credit of course also goes to Adam Benjamin.

    Monday, February 27, 2006

    This week's new home to-do list...

    In between work, sleep, pager call, and another really bad sinus cold I feel sneaking up on me after a month-long headache, I need to remember to:

  • Call Hydro and explain how we'll be moving but have two residential service addresses for 6 weeks
  • Call insurance company, explain same
  • Make sure March's rent is paid (last month of paying rent! yay!)
  • Book my moving days off work
  • Hunt down coworkers who will be avoiding me to cover my cases while I'm off work
  • Re-record the answering machine to provide information on the Pennysaver ad I just placed
  • get my darned correspondence course assignment done before I have to buy another extension
  • Catch up with the Yoga teacher who found the insurance receipt I lost - file claim.
  • Submit donation receipt to employer for gift-matching program, before I forget or lose it in the move
  • Start listing the bazillion address changes I have to make
  • ... and I'm sure a whole bunch more stuff I haven't thought of yet...

    2.5 weeks to go!
  • Sunday, February 26, 2006

    Hopeful Yoga

    I am at times in awe of my dear friend, and her determined political activism even though she often finds herself facing those elements of society that make it its most miserable. I'm not that strong. I really haven't the emotional energy to take on city counsellors, chiefs of police, and the administrative bourgeoisie that think arresting squeegee kids will fix all the urban decay.

    On the other hand, I also feel determined that one should do what they can. Despite my recent move to become an upscale urban condo dweller, I don't believe in shutting oneself off inside your tower and leaving the less fortunate to scavenge your dumpsters. So I give money. I try to support local organizations with my limited free time to volunteer. And every now and then I come across something that suits my craving for both inner and communal peace while making strides to make the world better for someone, if even in a small way.

    Yesterday I spent a few hours, after doing a small amount of fundraising, at the second annual Yoga For Hope day. For lack of a less laughable way to describe it, it's a 12-hour "yoga-a-thon". If you can imagine a roomful of Yoga students all chanting "om" together as a "thon". It really is a lovely event.

    Hopespring Cancer Support Centre is a community organization which runs two resource centre locations providing resources, counselling, support, and wellness programs to those living with cancer and their loved ones. It's a small organization. It doesn't get the airplay that THE Cancer Society or even cancer centres at hospitals do, but it works to make a difference. One of Hopespring's key wellness programs is Yoga classes, offered free of charge to their clients. Yoga For Hope invites Hopespring clients, staff, friends and family to come together, raise funds and awareness, and have a healing day of community. I'm fortunate to not be directly affected by cancer (so far!!) though I got involved through my Yoga teacher, who has been.

    I don't have the final total yet, but Yoga for Hope last year raised thousands to support this community program. Judging by the attendance and activity, they probably did better this year. I managed to gather $250 this year, and will be able to double that to $500 as I found my employer's Donation Matching program will match my funds raised, just not my own donation.

    I'm not really writing this to be smug about yesterday's accomplishments. I'm writing more to remind myself, and any of you reading, that even though some of the determined accomplishments of others may make us wonder what good we ourselves can do, that every time you reach out, someone may be touched, and for the better. That every little thing can help.

    Thursday, February 23, 2006

    Minor maudlin home-buyer sentiments...

    I should preface today with "I know I really have nothing to complain about".

    My wonderful sweetie and I are 3 weeks away from taking possession of the Dream Loft. There's not alot that can go wrong. Sure, we'll have to work out some storage issues and fight over furniture arrangements. That's expected.

    One thing I wasn't expecting was a strange little twinge of grief over the move. Maybe I can blame my current day-to-day stress or practically chronic shortness of sleep. But I'm finding lately I walk around our current rental, roomy and adequate but still a rental with everything BEIGE (ugh), and get a little choked up.

    One thing I can put my finger on is the loss of my first 3 cats in recent years. This apartment I'll soon be leaving was the last "home" for Lenny, Lucy, and Panda. I think I still subconsciously look for them in the corners and on their favourite perches. Shortly those little habits will be gone forever as this place passes on to new tenants. I'm taking one more step away from something treasured that is lost.

    More general and more vague is just the overall stress moving creates - always something you forget, always more work than you wanted. There's something good about every place I've lived. Many locations in Guelph were charming - across from the Farmers' Market, or downtown by the riverbank. Here its been my cute little balcony, and the annual Jazz Festival right under it (admittedly, I'll only be moving a block away).

    All in all, its a good thing. For all the practical reasons - building equity, nice space, convenient locations - as well as the intangible and emotional ones - pride of ownership, all that. I'm happy to have a big silver lining and only a tiny smudge of gray. The current cats will probably love the loft and stairs and all the new perches they can find. I'm sure we'll have a fun few days trying to find out what nooks and crannies they've found to hide in. Maui the Bath Alarm will be even more excited with the whirlpool tub, I bet. I'll give Sprout a week before she falls off something high, and I have to remember to screen off the furnace closet air return so I don't lose Blue into the ductwork.

    Three weeks to go!

    Saturday, February 18, 2006

    Good Coffee, and freedom from Timmy's

    About a month or so back, folks on my Quilter's newsgroup were chatting about a new way they'd found to make coffee - turns out its a pretty old-fashioned new way. Called cold brewing.

    Check it out at Toddy Cafe.

    Now, I don't often jump on bandwagons or fall for advertising hype I haven't investigated. But the Quilters, many of whom are coffee fans of my calibre, were not wrong. This is a darned nice way to make coffee! I have not purchased a take-out cuppa, nor have I had a case of coffee-heartburn, in over 3 weeks.

    It is, as the vendor of this product admits, more expensive per cup than a drip brewer. But it is less expensive than take-out, certainly, and more convenient to make at home on a rushed morning (the reason I would get take-out). And you don't end up pouring out half the pot, so overall it does seem to save some.

    If any of you want to try out the coffee, let me know and I'll try to remember to bring some along next time we gather.

    Wednesday, February 15, 2006

    Hey, Superwomen everywhere - you rock!

    My sister's pretty damn on the ball, for all the crap she's dealing with.

    Check out this very cool LJ entry.

    http://www.livejournal.com/users/gomalley

    And, THINK about it, really.

    Monday, February 06, 2006

    Moving Sale!

    So, if anyone is interested in or in the market for the following, leave a comment or get in touch. Willing to sell/barter/bargain/place on "indefinite loan".

    Things which WILL need new homes, preferably before the move:

    Sofa-bed
    Veggie/rice steamer
    electric grille
    two microwaves
    Two Ikea KIMME chairs (look it up at ikea.com)
    A lot of Tupperware overstock.
    A dome tent
    Tri-fold "shoji" style screen/room divider
    ... more as we figure it out ...

    Things which MAY be re-homed, provided we can work out replacements in some way:

    Bedroom suite, blue-stained and maple-toned laminate MDF, 4-pcs incl. vanity dresser with mirror, 5-drawer chest, two nightstands. Minor cosmetic damage. Can be sold or bartered if/when we find alternates better suited to our new space.

    Futon chair and ottman - folds out to a cot. Comes with two cover sets.

    Rattan seashell papasan chair. Cushion is showing a bit of wear but comes with two covers.

    ... again, there will be more as we figure it out.

    Sunday, February 05, 2006

    Digressions...

    Sissy said something about "tagging" me after the end of HER list of these topics on her LJ. I think that means I'm supposed to do the same list. So here goes:

    Five jobs I have had in my life:
    1. Page (job title for the kids who re-shelve library books)
    2. Research Assistant/Laboratory Assistant
    3. Environmental Assessments Analyst
    4. Teacher
    5. Computer Geek (encompases various jobs and job titles all in the same range, up to and including Global Support Specialist, currently).

    Five movies I would (and do) watch over and over again (in no particular order):
    1. Umm...
    2. Err...
    3. ..maybe... nah.
    4. hmmm.
    5. Just gimme the damn book.

    Five places I have lived:
    1. Burlington, ON
    2. St. Catharine's, ON
    3. Ottawa, ON
    4. Guelph, ON
    5. Waterloo (and Kitchener), ON

    Five TV shows I love to watch:
    "Love" is way too strong a word for my relationship with TV. Have very little interest in that medium, except if there's NOTHING else going on in my life and I'm dead bored but not sleepy:
    1. CSI
    2. CSI NY
    3. CSI Miami but that is by far the inferior of them
    4. Cold Case if I stumble across it.
    5. ER but only if Adam is watching it and I have nothing better to do - I actually quite hate it.

    Five places I have been on vacation:
    1. Algonquin
    2. Maryland
    3. Vancouver
    4. Whistler
    5. Niagara Falls

    Five websites I visit daily: (or at least several times a week)
    1. Google's Main page
    2. Wikipedia
    3. Blogger and LJ, to see what friends are up to
    4. Agfa's Livelink instances, unfortunately.
    5. President's choice financial.

    Five of my favourite foods: (I only get five?)
    1. Very, very GOOD dark belgian chocolate, in small but divine quantities.
    2. Very, very GOOD steak. Mediocre beef might as well stay on the cow, it's less trouble for them and me.
    3. Cheese (Sissy: remind me to take you to Vincenzo's!)
    4. Dim Sum!
    5. Most well-prepared Japanese food- which is unfortunately not most alleged-to-be Japanese food.

    Five places I’d rather be right now:
    1. In my new condo!
    2. A treehouse in the rainforest
    3. Sailboat on open water
    4. An isolated stretch of South Pacific or maybe Caribbean beach.
    5. A well stocked wilderness cabin accessible only by snowshoe this time of year

    Five songs you like but are embarrassed to admit:
    1.
    2.
    3.
    4.
    5.

    I'll have to fill that one in some other time - all that comes to mind is "whatever's on my Aerobics CDs".

    Thursday, February 02, 2006

    Home Suite Condo, Cats included!

    Yay! Past the speedbump. I have email from the Condo Board pres saying we have been granted an exception to the default 2-pet rule.

    Signing off on the waiver tomorrow! Closing Date March 17! Moving in early April. WOW, that's only 2 months!

    Now I need:

    Furniture
    Jacuzzi-safe bubble bath
    Design Plans for a 20-foot cat tree.
    and alot of cardboard boxes.

    Wednesday, February 01, 2006

    Still working on the speedbump

    Well, I got an emailed response from the Condo Board president today, 3 days after I mailed him. Some of my anxiety was around "did he even get my mail?" - and then I discovered a typo in the phone number I gave him, (doh!) but used the excuse to mail him again and correct it, and he answered my second message.

    He has told me, not having the "official" vote of the Board yet, that a) I have made a most reasonable and understandable request and b) we have his vote and c) 2 of the other 4 Board members are also pet-folks.

    It seems the Board works on a best-3-of-5 simple majority princple. So unless one of those other pet-folks is say, a dogs-only type who thinks all cats are evil AND the two unknowns are hostile as opposed to just pet-free, we should be fine.

    I'm feeling better at least that I've been acknowledged and that my first interaction with these folks has confirmed my agent's impression that they're generally reasonable about this stuff.

    Will post the final outcome when I know it! Mr. Pres told me he would be polling the rest of the Board tonight and tomorrow.

    Friday, January 27, 2006

    Speedbump on the highway to new home - ouch!

    So, well, after having all our condo-buying arrangements practically fall into our lap (well, with alot of well-organized support from me, and our hardworking agent), we've hit a small glitch at the LAST condition of offer.

    The condo by-laws.

    Now, this is a unit in a condo building I've looked at for years. The FIRST question I ask about residential arrangments, is "are there any restrictions on pets?". As you know, my family includes fur-bearing quadrupeds as well as a couple of humanoids.

    A few years back when I chatted with a sales rep for the developer and asked my key question, she answered me along the lines of "No, not at all - many residents have pets". So, in this past couple of weeks with our agent, I just casually confirmed this. Our agent knows we have 3 cats - no mention of any issue.

    I discovered last night that Article VII: Pets, Item 2 states that "Without prior written approval of the board, the only pets permitted in one Unit are up to two (2) cats....".

    Sound of slamming brakes and screeching tires.

    I admit to a moment of late-night panic. I mailed our agent and lawyer right away, then mailed our agent's assistant too just incase our agent was out. While we could still let the offer fall through without a legal consequence, well, I DON'T want to be in the position of trading my dream home for one of my fur-folk.

    Now, in the light of morning, I've calmed a bit. I noted that the "Without prior written approval..." phrasing was a 2004 amendment to the original declaration that unconditionally stated "only two". I have also noted that despite an explicit prohibition on large dogs of certain breeds, I've seen someone with a Rottie there in the past. I am hoping that this means the change in phrasing was made specifically to acknowledge that exceptions may be requested by Unit Owners who are still responsible, upstanding citizens who just happen to count higher than two when it comes to sharing the fuzzy love.

    It's not like I'd want to be breeding pitbull puppies by the dozen - I just have 3, not two, middle-aged housecats. Here's hoping.

    Tuesday, January 24, 2006

    Closer to Home Suite Condo...

    Inspection was a cakewalk - this was expected. We put the money in against most professionals' better judgement, including the inspector's! Mainly we'll consider it a lesson in owning major home components like a furnace and a breaker panel, as he was very thorough in explaining and documenting this.

    And financing is approved!!! Whee!

    Only the lawyer's review of the status certificate remains. We're also expecting that to be a cakewalk, really, the building and condo corp have a fairly good reputation.

    Monday, January 23, 2006

    Home Suite Condo!

    OK, gotta do this on the blog as I'm getting so many "how's it going" inquiries I can't keep up!

    Adam and I made an offer on an amazing condo, conditional upon financing and inspection, and it's been accepted. THAT means, we've bought a condo as long as someone gives us the money, and our mortgage consultant thinks unless we're all very surprised by a credit report, we're fine. The inspection is likely a no-brainer - even the inspector we hired said he didn't really think we HAD to do one, but we felt better having a pro go through the place with us.

    Closing will be March 17 as long as all the legal and finance gets done on time. It's a ground-floor corner unit, 3bdrm, 2-bath, in one of a pair of buildings known both as The Seagram Lofts and "Barrel Warehouse Park" though I think the latter name applies to the landscaped property and the former to the buildings. It's an urban reclamation rebuild of the old Seagram Distillery barrel warehouses. I've had one eye on it since it started in 2000, and any of you who have walked around my Uptown block with me will know the buildings.

    It's only slightly more than I set out to pay, and if we get approved for our desired financing option we'll have a hugely flexible mortgage that between the two of us, we can probably get rid of in 10 years if we're determined, 15 if we're a bit lazier. And the unit is PERFECT, there's nothing else we could possibly want to do with it except furnish it. Hardwood, granite, stainless steel, designer lighting, window shades, and the seller, in concession to not really budging much on price, included a designer area rug - and a dinner gift certificate at a posh restaurant that shares the property (go figure). He wasn't wrong about the price being a good deal - it's a luxury property and going up - we just pitched low because we found out HE got it for a steal - but oh well, that's his luck. We bought it before he raised his asking another $20k, so if we look at it that way we split the difference between what we offered and what he really wanted.

    We have the inspection scheduled for tomorrow and our finance guy says he'll have an answer by then - more news as it develops!

    Sunday, January 15, 2006

    Blog Soup II

    Been meaning to post this for a week or so. So, if you look at my earlier entry on "Blog Soup", you can tell quantity cooking has alot of practical applications - for a single/couple, it lets you prepare a weeks worth of quick meals, or for a busy family or a house full of guests, you can feed alot fast.

    The concept of "watering the soup" seems to have negative connotations. It implies low-quality cooking, a cheap host offering a substandard meal, or a way to try to get rid of unwanted diners by offending them with soup that tastes like dishwater. I never really looked at it that way. I think when I was a child I heard my grandmother, or someone around her, joke that something was "no problem, we'll just water the soup!" In that context, it was an offer of additional, spontaneous hospitality. I remember growing up with a large extended family who would always welcome children and grandchildren to bring a friend along, and there would always be enough to offer.

    Now, a creative cook and host does not, literally, just pour extra water into a bowl of someone's soup, of course. But, many dishes, like the aforementioned Blog Soup, lend themselves well to extension as leftovers. A leftover soup will thicken when cold, as liquid is absorbed by solid ingredients like rice, barley, potatoes or beans. It becomes less soupy - and hence, when you add water and re-heat for half an hour or so, you can have an additional quantity of home-cooked soup.

    Here's how Blog Soup went through a second incarnation (some of which is still in the freezer!).

    Sautee two chopped cloves of garlic, one chopped celery stalk, and half a dozen or so sliced mushrooms in a pot with a bit of olive oil. Cook until mushrooms browned and celery a little translucent, but not soft.

    Add 3-4 cups of water, salt and pepper to taste, any other seasonings complimentary to your original soup, and simmer for 15-20 minutes.

    Add to existing pot of original, thickend leftover soup, and mix. At this point, add more water to appropriate consistency or volume needed.

    Simmer for half an hour or so.

    Still a darned good soup and you'll have a week of leftovers, or with a nice loaf of bread, a modest, hearty dinner for a group again.

    Saturday, January 14, 2006

    Gallery added to my projects

    So folks who know me, know I hate being photographed. I don't like taking photos, and I don't like looking at photos.

    This, I have come to realize, is because most people take lousy photos. I've been scarred by too many years of perennial this-is-the-family-stuffing-their-faces dinner photos, people who insist that you pose for their quicksnaps in extremely inopportune moments, or pictures of the reputed most beautiful baby ever that are so poorly done you can't be sure it's not just a pale pork roast in a touque you're looking at.

    I realized years ago that's about as good as MY photos got, so I rarely take any.

    Adam is a GOOD photographer. He's got good equipment, yes, but he's got a good eye and a sense of composition. I still object to seeing my pudgy self in pixels, and I do get annoyed when there's a camera in my face when I have other things to do, but I gotta admit he's really good.

    He's been good enough to let me have use of the photos of my cats and my quilting creations, and hopefully I can get one or two of the good ones of me (or, you can find the buried link to his gallery). The gallery is on a private server, so please don't re-post this link anywhere, but you can also find it now at the sidebar of my blog, under my profile.

    Cheers.

    Wednesday, January 04, 2006

    Blog Soup!

    Okay, so my latest culinary adventure is not too bad. Except for being very late for dinner, because I got stuck at work late, and then the biggest supermarket in town has NO CHICKEN and I had to go to another....

    Anyway. To give credit where it is due, I typed "black bean barley recipe" into Google, as I found dried black beans and barley on my counter and didn't know what to do. I reached this recipe which sounded interesting. As usual, I never manage to work entirely "by the book", nor am I precise, so here's tonights dinner soup:

    4 chicken thighs, skin ON, bone IN (you can go cheap this way)
    1 large carrot
    4 stalks celery
    1 large onion - I used a red one, probably not that important
    3-4 cloves garlic (I think - I used the top 1/3 of two whole garlics, as I baked the rest)
    1 cup dried beans - black, navy, pinto, whatever
    1/2 cup or so dried pearl barley
    salt to taste
    pepper to taste
    1 tbsp, or to taste, dried parsley
    1 tbsp, or to taste, rosemary
    1 bay leaf
    1/2 tsp or to taste, dried mustard powder
    pinch to 1/8 tsp cayenne, or a few drops hot pepper sauce (tabasco)

    In advance:
    Pick over dried beans, wash and drain, and soak them. Pour into pot/container and cover with fresh, cold water to a depth at least twice as deep as the dried beans or more - they expand. I prefer to soak for 24 hrs - I have heard refrigerating is recommended so they don't ferment. If only soaking overnight, don't refrigerate.

    Preparation: Reasonably, it takes a couple of hours before "soups on" so this isn't a 20 minute weeknight job, but you can make lots and store it.

    You need at least two large pots. One for the beans, one for the rest. You also need a strainer that won't melt in boiling water, or a collander and cheese cloth.

    BEANS: Drain beans from soaking water, place in pot, fill pot to 2x depth of beans with fresh, cold water. Bring to a boil - WATCH OUT they are starchy and boil over easily. When it hits roaring boil turn down to simmer. Cook about 30 mins on their own.

    BROTH: At same time as beans, fill a large stock pot with fresh water. Put in half the celery stalks, half the carrot, about 3/4 of the onion and all the garlic. Leave whole or in large pieces, eg, quarter the onion and throw 3/4 in, cut the carrot and celery at most in half. I always crush my garlic slightly to let the juice out but don't chop. Add chicken, just throw it in. Add parsley, rosemary, bay leaf, salt and pepper to taste.

    Bring soup to a boil, again making sure it doesn't boil over but that's not as much a problem as with the beans. Keep it medium-high, at a rolling boil, until you have a broth. I don't have an exact time for this, I judge it by the chicken being cooked through, and the celery and garlic getting mushy. Say about 45 min. DON'T let the vegetables actually cook to mush, or you won't get broth, you'll have something more like pea soup.

    LOGISTICS of Soup Assembly:

    Begin fishing out veggie chunks when celery is mushy to touch. I take out mushy ones (celery, onion and garlic) first, then the carrots as they're harder, while still boiling. Boiled veggies are discarded (compost if you can). Last fish out the chicken and set aside.

    Remove beans from heat, and pour water off. At this point you will need a third pot, or you can pour the drained beans into another dish and use the bean pot. Take the broth pot, large chunks all removed, and strain soup through a strainer/collander into another pot. Discard small mushy veggie bits and scum. Give broth pot a quick rinse, return broth to the pot and return pot to stove. This is now your remaining Soup Pot. Bring broth to moderate boil.

    Add drained beans to broth, and add the barley. While that is starting up, shred up chicken meat, making sure to remove all fat, bone, etc. Not that it'll hurt you, its just less aesthetically pleasing to get a blob of chicken fat or gristle in soup. Add the shredded chicken back to the simmering pot.

    Take the remaining carrot, celery, and onion, and chop as you like - approximately diced, larger pieces if you prefer. Toss it in the soup. Sprinkle in mustard powder, cayenne/tobasco, and additional salt and pepper if you like.

    Simmer - again, timing until "done" is somewhat subjective. You want the beans medium-cooked, not mushy, or you get starchy soup. I usually judge by the onion pieces are translucent and the carrots just softening.

    Take off the boil - serve right there with nice bread and a sprinkle of parmesan cheese on top, or divide into Tupperware and store for quick meals and brown-bag lunches!

    Saturday, December 31, 2005

    A little urn for New Year's... *sniffle*

    Well, so, on Thursday I picked up Panda's ashes from my vet, who will handle cremations through a private crematory in the area.

    All that she was, my cobby barn moggy, fits into less than a coffee cup. I have to write names on the urns now, because they all look the same and the ribbon tying the inside bag on Panda's is the same colour as Lenny's. There are 3 of them here now... and I really don't know what to do.

    My vet and I have both commented that we're not particularly sentimental, except when it comes to cats. Me, I don't truly have a belief in an afterlife, nor in religion, nor the idea that cemeteries are particularly "holy ground" - no more so than the rest of the Good Earth is, anyway. I don't visit graves, except random ones if I decide to walk through some of the lovely lands where the local departed are interred. I don't relish buying a vault for my cat-friends and leaving their ashes somewhere far away. I also can't think of anywhere I'd want them scattered - we've always been rental apartment dwellers and they have always been indoor cats. There's no yard or garden they loved to be in. And I can't even keep a potted plant alive to put them in that. If I did scatter them, and then changed my mind, I could not have them back, either.

    Having a collection of tiny funeral urns as decor is not appealing in itself, but I have them for now. It seems just a bit too callous to have them sent off to mass cremation and landfill. I know they're gone. There's no mysticism to keeping the dust that remains near me, other than as a reminder of the sweet memories, along with their collars, favourite toys, and photos.

    I think that's why the diamonds idea is the only thing that really appeals to me. It's not about thinking there's something of their essence left, it's about giving me a touchstone to keep me level through the grief. Something beautiful to reattach me to the beautiful creatures I've been fortunate enough to share some time with, even though they have gone now.

    Oh well. Like I said before, if I'm ever stupidly rich...

    For now, my dear Panda ov Toes is sitting with her mentors and good friends, Lenny and Lucy, quietly and unobtrusively on a shelf here. And we who are here, are looking forward now, to another New Year.

    Tuesday, December 20, 2005

    Random Acts of Kindness, and renewed faith in the Internet...

    One of the few online recreational things I still pursue, sporadically, is participation in a couple of Usenet NewsGroups. Most newsgroups about 10 years ago began degenerating badly as spammers discovered ways to flood them with drivel and the average intelligence of the Internet user began to drop as the WWW made it more accessible. However, some of these early virtual communities have held it together, and thanks to recent integrations with systems like Google Groups, are surviving well.

    My two groups that I chat with regularly are a silly group of cat impersonators (don't get me wrong, I love 'em) and a very large, very busy group of quilters. Both of my "communities" have offered virtual tea and much sympathy over the recent loss of Panda ov Toes, more so than pet lovers often find in the "real" world.

    One of the Quilters, someone I don't even know that well, just made my week yesterday. The quilters refer to their furry (or feathered or scaly) family members as the "QIs", or "Quilt Inspectors", referring to the apparent inability of any housepet to stay out of a snuggly blankie, whether it's a work-in-progress or not. Many in that group can empathise with the loss of a devoted QI. This wonderful lady read one of my first posts on Panda's illness, before she had left us but when I knew the diagnosis was final and things would end soon. She didn't respond on the newsgroup as so many wonderful folks did. She actually mailed me a letter (we have a private directory of participants), including a little sheet of kitty-cat stickers, and a square of a beautiful batik cotton fabric, with a cat silhouette overlay.

    This thoughtful little packet arrived not quite a week after Panda's passing. I got choked up all over, not only thinking of Panda but of how much love there truly is in the world, for a stranger to do such a kind thing knowing me only enough to empathise with the loss of a treasured pet.

    I have a daydream in mind right now to create a Panda portrait in a quilt. It will be challenging, I may have a few years to go before I get to that level of skill. You can probably guess what I'll be saving that sweet little piece of fabric for.

    Go give your "QIs" another hug, everyone. And share the small acts of kindness that remind us what a community we truly are.

    Sunday, December 18, 2005

    And a few days later, it was over...

    It's been about 5 days since Panda was put to sleep.

    This was the hardest ever. The other animals I've had to make this choice for were older, fading, "tired" of it. Panda was still so strong, but could no longer eat. A couple of the last times she tried, her teeth began just falling out. She would mutter in pain despite having pain patches on her sides, but she still wanted to cuddle and purr.

    The sedative usually given before the final injection made her feel sick, which was upsetting. She didn't want to make a mess, so she ran to her litter box to throw up - a good girl right to the last. She was such a clean cat all the time. A black-and-white moggy, her white parts were always absolutely glowing, never dirty. I tried to help her groom her last few days when she couldn't, as she kept drooling as the condition of her mouth deteriorated.

    Panda's passing adds a third tiny urn to a collection I'm increasingly at a loss for something to do with. I'm not usually sentimental about mortal remains - I don't visit graves of the departed, cremation seems sensible, but it just seems a bit too callous to say "make them disappear", so I have Lenny's, Lucy's, and soon Panda's ashes to tuck away somewhere.

    Something that freaks others out, but seems appealing to me, is the LifeGem memorials - turning the carbon of remains into diamonds. It's so expensive though, it would be $10,000 or more to have one small stone for each of them. But the stones turn out blue or yellow - like Siamese blue eyes, and like Panda's bright yellow eyes. I guess I'll just keep my little urn collection until I'm stupidly rich, or can let them go, scattering them somewhere appealing if I ever find that place.

    Good bye, sweet Toesey-girl. It seems like too short a time you were here.

    Thursday, December 08, 2005

    Holiday Blah news....

    Not much of any cheer to post.

    My senior cat is dying. We went from routine dental work, to "hmm, seems to be an infection from the tooth extraction" to squamous cell carcinoma of the mandible in about a month. There is nothing to be done. Surgical options are drastic and would likely buy very little time with an invasive cancer like this. It's a cancer not known to be responsive to radiation or chemo. And any option would really have to have been exercised almost immediately upon this developing - but her dental work kind of hid things for a while.

    Panda of Toes, Honourary Meezer, Wicked-smart Barn Cat, Polydactyl Extraordinaire, is presently being spoiled rotten, fed all kinds of bad-for-kitties treats, given pain medication, and loved to bits for whatever probably short time she has left with me.

    *sniffle*

    Thursday, November 24, 2005

    Free time sucked into a black hole....

    Uh-oh. Those darned quilters have got me in trouble now. They told me about Qwyzzle. And I still hadn't really gotten over The Stone.

    Better than spending a cold winter's sick day blogging.

    Friday, November 11, 2005

    Never underestimate the value of a good veterinarian

    Panda-Ov-Toes, Senior Cat and my online namesake, has had a rough couple of weeks.

    She's survived it, and in better shape than ever, much to the credit of Dr. Bonnie and her staff at The Cat Hospital of Kitchener-Waterloo. If you live in this region and have a cat, THIS is the veterinary practice for you!!!

    What was to be routine dental work turned into an incident of acute pulmonary edema from the anaesthetic, a quick rescue by Dr. Bonnie and her staff, a freaked-out kitty for a day or so after recovering her from that, then a cardiac ultrasound to try and figure out WHY the edema happened. Barely settled from that vet visit, my poor old lady developed a swollen, painful jaw and went off her food - turns out the dental work was more critical than routine, as she had broken and infected teeth, not just tartar. So first she got a pain patch, and next another *very* *careful* anaesthesia attempt finally led to dental work being accomplished. While Panda was unconscious, Dr. Bonnie also did two biopsies on spots in her mouth, a full exam, and a nail trim to boot, not wanting to have to put her back through anything else.

    So Panda is back home, looking a bit mangy from all the shaved spots, with a transdermal pain patch still glued to her and two weeks of antibiotics. Maybe it's the drugs or maybe the fact that her mouth is probably less painful than it has been for months, but she's bouncing around like a kitten again (she's somwhere around 10-11 years).

    Folks, remember to hug your pet's doctor. In the end of it, unbelievably, Dr. Bonnie didn't charge me anything more than her original dental quote, either. She probably paid out-of-pocket twice what she charged me, just because she was determined to do the best she could for my kitty and had the cardiac and biopsy tests done without technically getting me to sign off. I would have happily paid that to have my happy healthy kitty back, but she didn't even ask.

    Wednesday, November 02, 2005

    Deep Thoughts....

    Here's another movie to check out: The God Who Wasn't There.

    This film is an interesting investigation into the premise that Jesus is a figure purely of mythology - a story, a folktale, with NO basis in the existence of any real person.

    The academic case is interesting and has some merit. It is not the popular view, obviously not among Christians, and even among secular Bible scholars, many still find evidence that some actual person existed, and upon this person the story of Jesus is founded.

    The producer has an agenda - to demonstrate the lack of rational/factual basis for belief in Jesus Christ, and to point out that it is thus a problem that so many people use that belief as a premise for their everyday actions. A number of academics, religious and not, contribute to this discussion. A number of other contributions come from devout religious believers, most of whom (in my not-so-humble and secularist opinion) are treated fairly and and allowed to demonstrate their intellect and knowledge, or in some cases, lack of such. One of the exercises constructed was to have an interviewer discuss with attendees of the Billy Graham Crusade their knowledge of the historicity of the Christ story and of many other parallel myths which have not achieved the status of this particular one. Many demonstrated how their understanding of even the doctrines they accept to govern their lives is superficial and accepted only based on what a religious leader has preached to them.

    It is unfortunate that the last episode of the movie, an interview with the principal of Village Christian Schools, degenerated somewhat into a Michael Moore-esque personal attack. In constrast to the apparently open questions posed to Christians on the street, allowing them to demonstrate their position, the interview with Dr. Sipus quickly became antagonistic as the proponent structured more and more leading quesitons as attacks on a personal foundation. Dr. Sipus' initial responses in the interview were well thought out and consistent with his accepted premise that Jesus Christ is a tangible being, present in the world today. While direct accusation and temper did not come into it, it became clear in further questioning of the school's stated principles that the producer's agenda was hostile - likely based on his own experiences in having attended this very school.

    Despite this last interview departing from the rigors of structured/academic interview as a valid method of data gathering, the film overall is thought provoking and will incite a reaction. In the absolutely devout, the reaction will of course be a denial of any validity. For those of us, religious to varying degrees, who still believe that skeptical inquiry can inform both faith and doubt, it's a great vehicle for a jumping-off into the debate that enriches and informs our intellectual lives.

    Saturday, October 15, 2005

    Culinary meanderings, Part II

    Ok, so the unrolled cabbage roll recipe actually turned out kinda well. Looks like something the cat regurgitated after a night out with the alley rats, but it tasted decent.

    Today's adventure involved finding something to do with more of the random contents of the weekly organic food box delivery. So breakfast was a scramble - think omlette but scrambled instead of gently folded. Sauteed shitake mushrooms and spinach chopped into ribbons went into a sprayed pan with just a few drips of sesame oil. Every so often, I splash in a handful of water to prevent burning/drying, while cooking them down. Next step is beat 6 eggs with a bit of milk, and beat in crumbled aged white cheddar. Pour into the pan with the sauteed veggies, and "scramble" gently as it all cooks to solid. I added some goat cream cheese partway through cooking just for something different.

    That was a pretty hearty breakfast for 2.

    Wednesday, October 12, 2005

    Culinary meanderings...

    So, what happens when your cabbage is too small and tender to actually roll?

    Beats me, but I'll let you know when the crock pot is done with it in about 12 hours. It looks something like tomato-cabbage stew. *sigh*

    I suppose I can't win 'em all. I'm hardly a disaster in the kitchen and most of my experiments turn out OK. Here's last week's Baked Beans, adapted by me from several variants found googling "crock pot baked beans". Note I recommend over-doing the soaking and pre-boiling - the only thing that went wrong here was they were under-cooked after the first 10 hours so we cooked 'em 12 more.

    Crock-Pot Maple Beans

    3 c. dried beans (I used a mix of black beans, navy beans, and black-eyed peas).
    1 sm. onion or a few shallots, chopped and sauteed until carmelized.
    3 cloves garlic, or to taste, crushed and sauteed (with the onions)
    1/2 tsp ground pepper, or to taste
    splash of tobasco if you like
    1 1/2 tsp salt
    1 tbsp mustard powder
    1/4 c. brown sugar (or less, to taste)
    1/4 c. steak sauce
    1/4 c. maple syrup
    Optional small chunk of "salt pork" if you care for that, too. I left it out.
    Water, broth, or another interesting liquid - apple juice sounds like it might be fun - as needed. I find sometimes with my crock-pot I need to add liquid partway, depends on the contents.

    Wash/rinse beans to remove dried husks or other debris that might be there. I usually fill a pot, swish around and pour off the rinse a few times. Beans that float (most sink) are skimmed off and discarded, though I forget why I was told to do that. Then, refill with clean water and soak them an ABSOLUTE MINIMUM of overnight, preferably 24 hrs. As long as they don't sprout you haven't over-done it.

    Pre-boil the beans, again, minimum of an hour. Watch the pot as when you boil them they'll soak up the water quick and may boil dry and burn.

    After that, it's easy. Beans go in crock pot. Toss onions, garlic, and salt pork in with 'em. Mix all the rest of the ingredients into a sauce and pour in. Cook low and long, I don't think this recipe does better on the higher setting. I did low for 10 hours then left them on overnight after the first try proved them a bit under-done.

    Cheers. I'll let you know what comes of the cabbage incident.

    Friday, October 07, 2005

    Go See This Movie!

    CantStopTheSignal. Serenity. If you're a Firefly fan, you'll love it. If you don't know Firefly, it's still good (but I recommend becoming a Firefly fan first, you'll love the characters more).

    Those who know me know that I don't really engage with movies or TV, but this is one of the exceptions.

    Saturday, October 01, 2005

    Autumn it is...

    Not much interesting to write about. Last weekend, I made it to the Michigan Renaissance Festival for the closing weekend. My Ontario Ren Fest employer also has a shop there, so I was there with a couple of the Ontario crew who are now doing that show, and a few new ren-friends. Earned my meals, spent more than I should have on shopping, and got sad all over to see what Trillingham would never become, *sigh*. Hollygrove is a really built up village. More American and a bit more commercial than our remaining small faires in this area, but a nice show. It looks like a small town of these quirky cottages that one could move in to - except local bylaws don't even allow shop owners to stay in their booths.

    Coming back to work, this was the first 5-day week in a while and it was loooooong. I've been sick for a week, too (the whole Michigan weekend) and am still sniffling. If only I didn't need this job to support my hobbies and habits... like shelter and food.

    Good night. Off to take cold medicine and try to sleep.

    Thursday, September 22, 2005

    A Happy Harvest Home to all

    Today marks the Autumnal Equinox, one of the quarter-days of the year in Pagan reckoning. Also known as Mabon or Harvest Home, the folk festival that gave origin to the more modern North American Thanksgiving.

    Well, if you're really interested, Google it, there's lots of lore around it.

    For me, now, they days shorten and I fight the urge to hibernate. It is time to contemplate and give thanks for the harvest. For those of us, the majority, who no longer work on the land, it needn't be irrelvant. What harvest have you brought in this year? What have you to be thankful for during the coming winter?

    Blessed Be.

    Hmm...

    Not really sure I relate to this at all.

    You Are A: Frog!

    froggyIndependent yet still part of a large community, frogs are unique creatures known for their distinctive sound and ability to hop. As a frog, you spend your days sitting on lily pads or climbing trees, searching for delicious insects to eat. While there are some frogs that aren't exactly cute, you are certainly not one of those!

    You were almost a: Duck or a Mouse
    You are least like a: Puppy or a GroundhogCute Animal Test!

    Wednesday, September 21, 2005

    Thoughts on the value of Art....

    Last weekend, the 8th Annual Royal Medieval Faire was held in Waterloo Park.

    It was a beautiful day. It rained all over the setup crew the day before. Saturday morning, a couple of fluffy clouds in a clear blue sky spit some raindrops out just for a moment - teasing us and reminding us the Weather Goddesses are powerful, but really meant to smile down on the day. Some overnight vandalism (porta-potties tipped, tents torn down) didn't slow things up much. However, those responsible are pea-brained turds who deserve all karma that catches up with them. Unfortunately the perpetrators were probably from amoung our best and brightest at the nearby Universities.

    As a Renaissance Festival goes, the RMF is small and fragile. It's one day. It's a tent faire. It appears and disappears in a large acreage of city park in less time than most people take to rearrange a living room. But boy, it has heart.

    I love that such events exist. I love being part of a community that values them. It gives me a bit of hope for humanity. It reassures me to see that amongst the media-hyped saturation of vapid celebrity and the pseudo-adrenaline of the latest CGI effect blockbuster, SOMEone can still put brains and muscle into having a REAL imagination. That some people still take their kids out of doors and challenge them to exercise more than their thumbs. That teamwork and coping skills are still out there making a community of diversity, and that a genuine smile is still out there instead of just another silicone-enhanced, airbrushed twit on a billboard.

    It reassures me that investment is still made in art. And I don't mean art as in $10,000 canvases to hang on your wall and dust, I mean ART in the creation of object, sound, action or event from one's own will and skill, for no other reason than to delight someone. It doesn't have to be art that delights me in particular - the creative act exists whether or not the result suits any one person's particular taste - but it has to be that imaginative, creative, energetic process that drives it.

    Not the return on investment, the test market, the sponsorship or whatever. Just the need to create. I dread the day we finally lose all that to the blockbuster cinema sweatshops, I hope it never comes.

    To every single one of you losers who argued with the Gate volunteers that $5 was "too much" for the RMF gate fee - I hope you choke on your next Starbucks Venti Double-whip Mocha whatchacallit. Get off your ass and help MAKE the day next year, why don't you? The arts need to be there for all of us.

    Friday, September 09, 2005

    Much better now, thank you...

    Well, I lost a day this week due to food poisoining of all stupid things.

    Just a note for all you too-busy office workers: Cook your microwave frozen lunches *thoroughly*. I have an unfortunate job that more than once has left me trying to heat lunch while putting a conference call on hold - it's not worth hurrying, just leave 'em on hold, they'll argue amongst themselves.

    Chicken Tikka Masala followed by an afternoon coffee is only good on the way down, the first time.

    *urk*

    I've started solid food again today, though. Don't think it'll be curry for a while yet.

    Monday, September 05, 2005

    An afternoon in Abingdon, Huzzah!

    On what was originally supposed to be "closing day" (more on that in a bit), I finally made it down the edge of the Niagara Escarpment, to the Royal Abingdon Renaissance Faire. Held on a portion of the lands of the Royal Botanical Gardens, just over Cootes Paradise, it's about an hour away from home.

    It was a worthwhile afternoon, I think. It is important, first, to admit that I am a refugee of the Ontario Renaissance Festival, closed last fall after 9 increasingly successful seasons, for reasons which are the business of its owners and financiers. It is tempting to approach the Royal Abingdon Faire with comparison in mind, but that is something that really should not be done - that would not be fair to anyone involved. Abingdon was put together by some of the dispossessed actors and vendors who lost their summer incomes when the OntRF closed.

    One must walk up and take a look at this as a first-year Renaissance Faire, one with a limited budget, and one which did not even contract for its faire site until the month before gates opened. The event has run for a full season mostly in tents at this point, with severe budget constraints compared to most large Renaissance Faires, and more than a little contention amongst its community over various operational things. Such things happen when creative, enthusiastic, and determined people take on such challenges.

    All in all, the day was most enjoyable. The folks who picked up the torch and ran on deserve commendation, and I think they're earning their admission fee. The professional stage shows drew some performers from the former OntRF, who were as good as ever despite the limited stage structures. Where a performer unable to return left a gap in the venue, similar acts have stepped up, such as the Mudd Show, who did an admirable job of ruining front-row clothing. Stage space was also given to SCA members who presented a show of traditional dance, complete with lessons. The usual Morris Dancers were also in the programme though I did not see them today. I was also enthused to see a Samurai show in the programme, but that became a disappointment as they didn't appear to be there. Printing mistake left that in from earlier weeks, oh well. Those things happen.

    Many of my "old neighbours" were still among the vendors, and many asked why I wasn't working there (easy answer: my employer of the last 6 years was not there), and it was nice to feel someone might have missed me. Many had done admirable jobs of relocating, some having even managed to build structures despite the very short time frame.

    The joust was still conducted, which was nice to see. I'm always happy to watch the horses, who are often more competitive than their riders. The tournament is being conducted as a points tournament only, no combat, which is probably in keeping with the experience of the two remaining knights who were there today.

    I'm afraid I missed the Court show, so I don't really know how that was. I glimpsed King Henry only once, and I suppose that the fact that I, even as an experienced patron, had trouble identifying cast actors or fathoming what was up is a bit telling. One of the two major flaws I could bring up was a seeming lack of fanfare around the court intrigues. When I did see those who were cast, many were identifyable to me only because I knew them from the OntRF, and I really witnessed no play going on. Many sightings involved actors trying to stay cool and shaded and chatting amongst themselves without much street interaction.

    It is quite possible that my observation around the casting is related to the second flaw I found hard to miss, and that is the creation of the site. Now, ALL criticism must be tempered with the knowledge that, as I said, the site was only finalised in the month before it opened. It is a lovely area they are in. Abingdon is constructed in the northern parts of the Avenues of Trees in the Arboretum, RBG. It is, however, a challenging area and I do not think the layout was done as best it could have been.

    The Avenues of Trees, unlike the forested areas often present on such Faire sites, consist of large expanses of soccer-field-like lawn, dotted with single trees, each one representing a species in the collection. This necessitated long runs of security fencing, which is bright orange plastic and completely unable to conceal roads, storage facilities, and parking beyond. This was likely necessary - there was no time and perhaps it was not permitted to build a fully walled compound. It did make it a bit difficult to imagine oneself back in the 1530's at times, watching traffic go by over your meade at the pub.

    I hope in the next years to see a bit more cohesive arrangment to the property. I think the structures there still might have been arranged better. They seemed to be a bit haphazard, necessitating patrons walk beside or behind some booths - and even stages - to reach the fronts of others. Despite the openness of the site being a real limitation, the arrangements could have taken better advantage of what cover there was.

    I thought it was a shame that they weren't in the adjacent RBG space behind the Hedge collection, which afforded more hilly areas which could have been used as natural theatre space and also more forest coverage and a more coherent tree line which might have served to conceal fencing and contain and move patrons in more efficient ways. I would guess that not using this space is due to the nature of the lands and collections there and the greater risk of patrons damaging the shrubs and smaller trees more than the large ones in the avenues. It would also have been more difficult to service, the buildings and support needing level ground.

    All in all, for a fledgeling faire it had the variety and expanse of one a few years established as a "temporary" faire. Certainly comparable to the Royal Medieval Faire in its 3rd year or so - despite some set up issues, it is leaps and bounds ahead of what might be expected for something brought together in only weeks. I now hear it is due to run a few more weeks into the fall, something I hope gets enough publicity to take off. A hearty "Huzzah!" to all who have put heart, soul, and lots of muscle into it. I hope to spend summer days in Abingdon for many years yet to come.

    Sunday, September 04, 2005

    Holiday? What Holiday?

    So far, on this 4-day-weekend of mine, I have:

    Visited friends from Michigan who were in Toronto and doubled that up with some quality time with my much-missed Best Girlfriend Ever Alison. Got home at 4 am Friday and managed to not wake Adam up.

    Friday started with an RMT appointment, lots of kitty litter cleaning as I didn't do that Thursday, then afternoon and evening with family at RibFest in Burlington, then my sister's place, then my parents' visiting with my fave Auntie and Uncle recently returned from a military assignment in Colorado... a bit more cat litter cleaning when we got home.

    Saturday... umm... sheesh, I can't even remember most of the day, oh, yeah, finished quilting the baby quilt for a little girl due today, but who is taking a few extra days to get ready. BBQ dinner with Adam's friends, more cat litter...

    Today, I have done laundry, dishes, made pizzas, caught up on filing bills receipts and paperwork, sorted some accumulated mail off the baker's rack in the hall, tried to do an expense report for work but realized I didn't have my digipass, paid bills, called my brother who had announced Friday he and his wife are expecting again, sorted and disposed of about a cubic metre of recycling, made a dozen "chain maile" helmets (from a mylar fabric) and half a dozen or so felt "monk's hoods", to sell at the Royal Medieval Faire for fundraisers, and worked on the binding of the quilt for the impending baby. Still have to get to the kitty litter.

    Somehow, I still have more to do tomorrow than I can possibly get done in one more day. And the apartment is really still a mess, go figure.

    Generation X, welcome to your Carlsberg years. Yikes.

    Monday, August 29, 2005

    Sometimes I wish I were the one with the camera... or maybe not.

    Okay, so, what is loud, messy, wet, naked, and on fire?

    The Late Night Adult Show of the 2005 Waterloo Busker's Festival. OH my. It started off with about 45 minutes of pre-show abuse of irresponsible parents who wouldn't take their kids home... and then it got dirty. A spelling bee of crude sexual euphemisms was the low-light, but the buskers-turned-Full-Monty made up for it. Trulee Odd wearing a string thong with a 3 ft long gold lame, uhm... appendage while working the crowd for donations was definitely something youngsters should not be able to see. Costume particulars aside, though, the tandem fire-breathing by scantily clad men was not a bad concept overall.

    Despite the fact that I have neither the funds nor the inclination to keep up with my photographer honey, there are moments when I wish I had a half-decent point-and-shoot on hand.

    Unfortunately, the weather gods did not like the near-nudity and the rain began bucketing down just as the fire breathers were really getting going. They toughed it out for as long as they could, after a full day of scrambling to avoid inclement weather already, so at the very least, my hat is off to the performers and crew for a very interesting weekend (and yes, I did put a $20 in the bin for the Late Show, which raises funds for the festival itself).

    Cheers all. One more summer weekend, but somehow I don't think it'll top this one.

    Monday, August 22, 2005

    Life-altering experiences, 7 years after

    Today is my 7th "not-dead" day. I feel in many ways this is much more an accomplishment than any old birthday - I mean, *I* wasn't the one who did all the work associated with my Birthday, for that reason I think birthday presents should be given to Moms on their kids birthdays. But not being dead was something that took a hell of alot of bloody-minded determination, I think.

    Seven years ago today, sometime between 9 and 10 in the morning, an insignificant and otherwise undetected gallstone made a play for lasting notoriety and took out my pancreas. While pancreatitis is a commonly known complication in middle-aged male alchoholics, usually following advanced cirrhosis and other things, its appearance in an only-slightly-overweight, active, generally healthy 27-year-old woman boggled more than one doctor. During the following weeks of intensive care and months of bed rest, reparative surgery, infections, rehospitalizations and increasingly strange complications, more than one idiot tried to insist I must be an alchoholic or drug user of 10+ years, just to make themselves feel better that they knew the REASON. Laughable given how much more of a "drunk" I seem to be now - my bi-monthly benders of more than one glass of wine in the same weekend NEVER happened before I was 27.

    What a trip it has been. The same doctors who couldn't believe I'd live out the week eventually came to be equally astonished by how well I had recovered. I now teach aerobics classes on a semi-regular basis, do yoga weekly, walk or bike whenever I can manage, and work like a fiend at a career that has only gone up since my illness. I remain diabetic (due to the near total ablation of my pancreas), but can't for the life of me convince either of the endocrinologists or the gastroenterologist I've seen that there's anything to be concerned about. I deal with unexplained, recurrent bouts of fatigue, pain, and sometimes fevers, but hell, so do people I know who have all their organs. I think that's actually due to a lingering and determined sinus infection that survived the whole pancreatitis thing along with me. I get heartburn much more easily, probably due to the repeated gastroscopy procedures and the fact that my stomach was impacted by complications... but again, some people suffer worse just for eating a donut.

    I think the most profound result of the experience was a realization of my utter mortality, rather earlier in life than most people have to confront it. This is good and bad. I can now present a very morbid side to some people. I am not traumatized by death and loss, though it is still sad when it touches me and mine. I can smile at a funeral and the thought that the next one could ever be mine. The idea of being dead and gone someday, soon or late, doesn't really faze me. I mean, I'm not looking to hasten it along, but it'll happen, and this is the way of things. Don't plan any grand wake for me - I'll be long gone and not there to enjoy it. Take the insurance money, plant a tree if you must, just make sure someone feeds the cats. That's all.

    I am anti-materialistic to a point that frustrates some who know me, so ready can I be to discard clutter from my life. Even when the result is a baby going out with the bathwater, I'm more prone to shrug it off than run back to Value Village and dive back into the donation bin. I still hoard food, a relic of the experience of going 5 months without being able to eat, many weeks of that not even being able to drink water while medical science walked the fine line between nutrition and liver toxicity with TPN therapy. For almost a year more I could not eat much without pain. Now, despite that, I also can't seem to lose weight, partly due to the hoarding psychology - eat now, against future famine. VERY hard to deprogram when such trauma has entered the cellular level of one's being.

    I've lost my fear of heights. For a few of years, August 22 was "lets do rollercoasters" day, something I had planned to do, for the first time in my life, the very first Day of the Gallstones. It was a year later that I first made it. I had never flown before this happened and had misgivings about it, but since have found myself a fascinated airline passenger, eager to demand a window seat and happy to watch the skies for hours on end.

    My sense of humour has changed - I'll leave it to its victims to decide if for better or for worse. It's sharper than ever, but more than a little sarcastic. But I've grown a sense of art, as well, and have realized the vitality of creative endeavour, of some sort, any sort. I've come to seek quality - in lovingly and aestheticly handmade articles filling my home - than quantity and economy.

    The days go by quickly still, but always a little more noted than I think they were before this. I love the smell of the air. Noting the rainfall is a small joy, not an excuse to grimace about the weather. The heat is oppressive this summer, but that just makes every small breeze, even the one instigated by the bedroom ceiling fan, a treasure. Email from a friend earns a deserved smile. My insane cats, maddening as they can be, are the loveliest things when the wiggle and purr just to be near me. A new baby (my Endo doc's little girl, actually) beamed a big smile today when I talked to her and held out the bright yellow thing she had been gazing at with fascination. On my lunch hour, I took an enjoyable little drive for 15 minutes and brought back some treats for the team slogging away here.

    It is so much more important to me to find these moments in my days, because really, I've learned that moments are all we really get to have.

    Happy live-day.

    Sunday, August 21, 2005

    Quilt in the Works

    Hallo, Sunday afternoon.


    If any are still popping in based on my rec.crafts.textiles.quilting call-for-help - thank you and stay tuned... I've taken some folks advice and gotten down to it. I have removed my "in progress" snaps, just because they were, well, in progress, and I don't want the Mommy and Daddy of the baby-to-be having their surprise ruined, just in case they stumbled on my blog, which I don't think they know about, but still. I will pop up a final pic when I have it.

    There is something both wholesomely productive and very zen about the production of a quilt. I'm slow, and not in any danger of ranking with the $10,000 per commission art quilters I do admire, but it is a real accomplishment to hand-craft something meaningful in this way. I use a machine, but the quilting gets done at its own pace. And the time is mine, gratefully claimed away from the outside world and the noise of the everyday. It clears the mind, just to focus on thread and fabric and where the next stitch should go.

    It is also my quiet way of a rally against the Wal-mart mentality of mass consumerism, for cheap cheap cheap. True, I quilt right now for little ones who won't yet understand the difference between a handmade and unique quilt and the mass-printed Spongebob bedsheets they'd rather get for their birthday party. I hope that in time the quiet durability of a home-made quilt will outlast the latest TV marketing fad, and prompt them to see and hear the story of a quilt, and to learn to treasure the shabby finery of the handcrafted over the mass-market sameness of sweatshop imports. I can't make a quilt worth my time, ever. It is my meditation and prayer to put in those hours, time I will never get back, but I'm grateful to have the luxury of doing so. The only payback I might get is know someday that a child is dragging around the worn scraps of a much-loved blankey they've never been without. And that would be just fine.

    Back to it. Before enlightenment, stitch fabric, trim thread. After enlightenment, stitch fabric, trim thread.

    Friday, August 19, 2005

    Profile Photo


    Well, you'd never believe I taught meself some mad HTML skills back in the early nine-oh's when it was still so fresh .... I'm struggling with getting photos into my blog profile nowadays.

    Here's what I'll use. An old self-portrait I still really like, probably because it's got all the flaws washed out by the photoshop filter I was playing with at the time, but still is *generally* recognizeable. It must be almost 10 years now... at least 8, as I was living in my ramshackle little Fountain Hotel apartment on Gordon St. when I did this. Which means it was pre-pancreatitis, and the 7th anniversary of the Day the Pancreas Blew Up is Monday.

    Tornado Watch!

    I seem to have begun my blogging the way I've always managed to keep journals... very sporadically. Gotta do something about that. It seems I have a tendency to neglect the recording of my life, except when things are bad. But today, I got around to opening an email my dearest old friend sent, which was a link to his recent blogging, and I've been hit by a moment of motivation again.

    This is a generally mundane day in a generally ordinary life. But it is my day, again, as was yesterday, and as will be tomorrow. I guess it is what I have.

    My work day was tiring, though my job is generally rewarding, with a slight undercurrent of insane of late, just as those of us who survived the latest round of layoffs are working out our frustration and survivor's guilt on each other as we try to avoid taking it out on customers. Mid-day I had intended to make one of my too-infrequent forays back to my old grounds in Guelph to retrieve the latest installments of my Fabric Club subscription from the Greenwood Quiltery, but after several torrential downpours and reports of tornadoes in the region, travelling in my tiny car on an open highway through flat farmland didn't seem so appealing.

    Instead, the Spousal Euphemism and I headed out to the local Gourmet foods emporium and made an indoor picnic of some exotic prepared take-out, a selection from the olive bar and whacked-out cheeses. Then I popped in here to review all the emails I haven't had time for, caught up on Dear Friend's blog and decided it is time to make more of a regular exercise of mine.

    SE just finished watching Dead Poets' Society for the umpteenth time in the other room - a movie which, while superb from idea through final execution, depresses the hell out of me. I think because when younger, I always felt like one of those over-achiever kids who was nonetheless never good enough, and I rode that self-destructive razor's edge for so long. Hate being reminded of how it felt to be that. I prefer my entertainment to be much farther into the escapist genre.

    SE is expected back here momentarily as for some reason he's decided to work on his Photo Journal in a corner of my office for a while.

    I may follow this with another entry if I can find an interesting photo somewhere in the heap. SE has become my photojournalist, but I'm bartering him rights to use pictures of me (which I generally hate, but have to admit, are technically quite good) for rights to use his pictures of me, my quilts or my cats to demonstrate *my* art, because it's really hard to get the cat itself to sit still on a scanner.
    Such was my day, then... or only the later part, I guess.