Monday, September 28, 2015

Devyn's big baking day

Bread (behind her on the counter, in some photos) and cupcakes. Devyn had seen a Youtube video about cupcake decorating, and we went and got what we didn't already have to make them just like those. Hers are much prettier!

Sunday, September 20, 2015

No watercooler

Sometimes I wish all the writing I did in discussions and on facebook came here instead, but life is as it is. I wish all the paper letters I had written to other people could be read and the facts laid out in chronological order for my kids. I wish many unrealistic things, many of a packrattish nature.

Two big things of a personal nature, and two big more public things came together. I had pneumonia for most of August. Keith was bedridden and in pain in varying degrees for most of this month so far. I wrote the foreword for a book by and for unschooling dads, edited by Skyler Collins. I was a presenter at an online conference involving powerpoint or slides, and those two things are done. Both might've been easier without the pneumonia and back injury, and doing those kinds of big-deal projects without witnesses seems odd to me. Keith knew I was doing them, and helped me with power point, but working all alone without others, without co-workers to have lunch with, without anyone ever seeing all that I do, is odd and sometimes lonely.

I just finished formatting and adding to a page that I started and forgot about. It was from 2006, and looked like two lumps of words with one bad link. It's better now:
What Proof is there that Unschooling Works?

Wednesday night, we went to see The Book of Mormon at Popejoy. Keith couldn't sit up long enough to see a show, so Bed Cady took his ticket. It was me, Kirby, Destiny, Devyn; Marty, Ashlee and Ben; Holly and Tyler/Bob.


Outside my house, there are moonflowers blooming. Fall comes soon.

Kirby and Destiny have found a house to buy, only about 1/3 of a mile from ours. They will be transitioning there over the next few months, and plan to be in Dallas with Destiny's sister for Christmas.

Brett Henry married Susan Cady Friday night, in Algodones. Marty was the groomsman (one best man and one groomsman). Kirby and Destiny went, too.

Holly is moving gradually from Chama to EspaƱola, to live with Joshua, Kayla, their new baby (still to come) and Irene, at the end of San Pedro. She should be all moved by mid-October, when the trains stop running for the winter.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Candid browns

I don't think I have a large copy of this image anymore, but I didn't think I had ANY, and found this:

When I first got an iPad, I was messing with the camera and took a photo of the table in front of me, of chairs in my kitchen, with the brown background of the back of the center-island cabinets.

Later when I couldn't find it, I took a similar one. If I find that I'll bring it here, too.

This was totally unplanned and unposed. The other one, I think I cleared stuff off the table so I wcould only see the browns, and was probably more onscious of how the chairs overlapped.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Keith and me as a young couple

AEgina Graham put up a photo of a photo, on facebook, and the comment I put there is below. She couldn't find the real photo again when she went to look in her mom's albums, but this image is enough for me to remember. My kids might like the account. I think the photo is 1979 or early 1980.

We had been a couple for two years. We were four years from getting married. Six years from having Kirby.

That relationship was fully SCA-based at first. We met in a madrigal group. We weren't even living in the same town, so SCA events were our shared space—it's where we lived as a couple.

We sang at campfires. We performed at feasts. We played recorder together in the dark. We had long talks in little cars on dark highways, on the way to or back from Denver, Salt Lake City, Phoenix, Dallas.

In the photo, I most like seeing our hands all touching. In square inches of skin on skin, we might have been setting the world record there for hands-only.

I like seeing Keith's beard, too. smile emoticon
We both had waist-length hair. Mine was braided and tied up in the base scarf under the veil. His was down the back, and his hair was blond then.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

August went away!

The first week of August, Keith and I went to Chama and rode the train with my sister Irene, and our daughter Holly. Holly stayed with us in a rental home just three blocks from the train station. It was wonderful all kinds of ways, but on the middle day, in the train, the last hour and a half or so, I started being ill. That was Wednesday, August 5.

First it seemed like urinary tract problem, but Holly went and fetched pills and cranberry juice, and I was well very quickly.

At home, I got worse and worse until I went to urgent care on Sunday, August 9.
Later in the week I wasn't much better, so I went back and got more and different pills and a codein cough syrup prescribed and bought.

I'm writing this on August 27. Yesterday was the last day of the meds. I can breathe deeply without coughing, and for two days I don't feel low-lung crud. I tire easily and am not as clever as usual. Kind of slow, and I love to sleep.

Keith has been playing a lot of Dr. Mario with me during that time, because while I'm playing, I don't cough. I've wondered about that, but it's very therapeutic. Something about flow, I figure. Attention, shallow breathing, distraction, posture? Between games, I'd cough up some. But it was the most helpful thing of all.

I didn't have the energy to write much about the train trip (and I didn't write it here) but some of the photos are beautiful. It's quite a photogenic situation.

photo of Irene, by Holly

Saturday, August 01, 2015

Korean dramas continue here

This is from Warrior Baek Dong Soo, thirty episodes long, but I watched it twice.

I'm fascinated by the storytelling, the acting, the cinematography, the sets and settings, props and costumes—the historical shows and the modern ones both.

My notes on what I've seen, and on a couple of particular shows, are here:

My favorites so far were both by the same screenwriter, Song Ji-na. One is called Faith, and one is Healer. (I've written about both of them here before, so those titles are links.)

To make certain those are my legitimate favorites, I watched two dozen other shows, and my third favorite is Warrior Baek Dong Soo.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Goblets from the 1980's

When Keith and I got married in 1986, my Uncle Rex sent four goblets, and I guessed them to have been made in Alaska, where he was living. Years passed.

I put up photos of my dishes, and Deb Lewis said she had four goblets like that one that shows. I have four too. Nice coincidence. She had been in Alaska in those days when my uncle was there, too. (Not that they knew each other, but they had good taste in goblets.)

I kept thinking I had made a page like this to document not only that we each owned four, but that it was discovered, at a distance. I'm making a page for all of this now.
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One from an episode of The Mentalist (on the desk—same mold, different pattern):

Deb found the pattern names:



When I went to get images, I found that there are dinner plates. (here)
I own a few, from thrift stores. I had never put a goblet next to one. Wow.
I hope I remember to do that at some point!

I had no idea they were related.

Below are some notes on the Japanese manufacturer:
Otagiri Manufacturing Company was an importer of Japanese stoneware and ceramics between 1958 and 1994. ...