Letters of Introduction
Monday, March 3, 2014
Alisa Burke's Studio
These may be just the ticket for the recycling that clutters up my dwelling before it is taken to the depot.
Is there anything Alisa Burke can't do?
She must be the most fun parent, ever.
Now, I just need ...
* canvas (bet there's a potato sack around here somewhere)
* paint (what kind?)
* brush
* person who sews
What makes the bag hold its shape around the top? A certain stiffness of canvas?
Is there a paint that is washable?
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Careful how you place that postage stamp
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| Click HERE to read a review at the Washington Post. |
From To the Letter; a Celebration of the Lost Art of Letter Writing, by Simon Garfield:
In
1938, what may be the most useful manual of all was published in Shanghai.
Written by Chen Kwan Yi and Whang Shih, Key to English Letter Writing was a guide that served
double duty: it taught the Chinese how to compose personal and business letters
in slightly creaky English, and it provided its English readers with invaluable
insight into personal and corporate Chinese customs we may not have otherwise
been aware of. Unlike Anglo-American guides, these letter templates did not
usually concern misfiring sons and their long-suffering fathers, or how best to
address a duchess. Instead, the examples were both more mundane and, conceptually,
more profound.
Upside
down, top right corner = Write no more.
Upside
down in line with surname = I am engaged.
Centred
on right edge = Write immediately!
At
right angle, top left corner = I hate you.
The stamp-tilting tradition is
maintained today in situations where mail is subject to external scrutiny and
censorship, in particular in prisons and in the military.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Tickle Me Ivy
What? Can't a gal have a fabulously relaxing day?
This one is.
It is super cold out there, 40 or 50 below, but through the window? Bright and crisp and sparkling.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Old Bartley Place
| The old Bartley place, painted by Carl Morris, was built by my great-grandparents in 1914(ish) and still stands |
Heart in Hand's most recent blog entry lamented the loss of frequent posting by bloggers, and I have to agree. Facebook has taken the wind out of many writing sails, from what I can see. But whatever: it is what it is. The time for some things just passes, and this has to be accepted.
I return to regularly updated webpages; others fairly quickly fall off my radar.
It was late when I got to bed last night, and considerably later when I got to sleep. I didn't let the wakefulness make me anxious; after all, I told myself, I am resting. Bet I was snoozing three seconds after letting myself off the gotta-sleep hook.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Lamp Shade
Nearly midnight, and Everett and I have spent the entire evening jabbering. No Doctor Who.
Mind you I didn't get here till 8. Stopped at the home of a family friend to buy perogies and have a visit on my way over. Went out again for a short meeting. Beautiful warmish evening, light snow, lovely night to walk in town. Supposed to go down to 40-below by the weekend. Hard to believe. And yet not.
And now, bedtime. Can't keep my eyes open. Just popping in out of habit.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Spruce Grouse
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| Spruce grouse wonders where its family is. Click to enlarge. |
What a fabulous piece of practical wisdom from Elan Morgan. You must read it:
We are not what we shall be, but we are on the way.
That girl is a very fine writer.
And oh, how this topic speaks to me.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Everett in Pencil
| Everett in pencil, by Floyd Young |
Another long weekend gone (every weekend is a long weekend, for me, since they can do without me at the office on Mondays) and Scott's on his way out to warm up the truck and load tools he'll need today. I've got 15 minutes to wash, dress, and brush my teeth. Best get a move on, then!
Easier said than done after three days without having to be anywhere or do anything at a certain time. It was pure bliss. But am I rested? Oh I think so.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Cloud moving in
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It's cold and it's windy, but out I went anyway.
There is no better way to wake up the brain and get your blood moving.
Plus, the sun's shining and the snow's sparkling. Is there anything better than that?
Besides, I have ski pants and I'm not afraid to wear 'em.
And I have a fur-trimmed hood and cuffs, which I'm slightly afraid to wear, but not enough to make me unzip them from the parka.
For now I enjoy luxuriating in them.
Soon enough they'll be ratty and dirty. I am the PigPen of clothes.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Ditch filled in
Lazy day #2, coming to a close.
I should write something newsy or witty, but instead I'm going to lie down and read.
It's my party and I'll lie if I want to.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
Hatha Yoga
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Ahhhh... hot, freshly perked coffee. Everett's house to myself for an hour or so before I walk to the office. A slightly sore back after a night in the living room on the hardest mattress in the world.
The soreness won't last long. I started doing hatha yoga again on my 55th birthday, about three weeks ago, and already can feel my muscles and tendons becoming more flexible.
It seems to me that in the past half-year or so, when I get up from a sitting position, my body is often stiff for no reason I can fathom; I put it down to getting older.
I have great faith in yoga. For me it is key to suppleness and stamina, and I don't mean just physically. When I do yoga regularly, there is in me an unshakeable core of calm and strength.
Also, yoga feels so good. It can be as pleasurable as sinking into a warm bath.
Well -- best get some grub in, and get to work. It's production day at the office -- the paper now comes out Mondays -- so Friday is a day of steady slogging to meet the press deadline. We've never managed it yet, since I started working at the news office in October, but maybe today will be the day!
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Great Sorrows
Great sorrows are dumb.There is no consolation;
It is a matter of regaining
One's balance.
-Liane de Pougy, My Blue Book
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| Grandpa Emil, left. |
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| Grandpa, second from left, front. (Not the dog, you smartass.) |
Sunday, February 16, 2014
ECRossie
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| Embossed on the back of the cardboard frame around an old photo of a young woman whom no one can identify. You saw it here several days ago. |
A search turns up the following goodies.
A Window into the Regina Tornado of 1912
Rock Thunder, Piaopot Reserve
which leads to a bio of E.C. Rossie, who "has the distinction of taking the first moving pictures ever shot in the province."
An Edwardian Lady, a Rossie photograph for sale
First Saskatchewan Legislature ~ Framed collection of heads
Well now, enough of that.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
The Lair
To avoid catching Scott's nasty cold last week, I trundled down to the guest room at the other end of the hallway. There I sleep like a drunken baby.
His cold is mostly gone, but this little lair has turned out to be so cosy I don't want to leave it.
With my great-great grandmother watching over and the trusty Ducky Doodle snuggled up alongside, I've gotten quite comfortable.
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It's the quilt that I love.
It was given to me by my mother's lifelong friend Joanne Bohl; her mother made it.
It is thin, yet heavy and warm.
Blanket-rich, yes we are.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Effective and Contagious
"There is no mystery in the art of writing," she said.
"But the miracle by which a living emotion is captured without dying in the process is a mystery.
An emotion must be strong enough to be translated into words.
Only then is writing effective and contagious."
-Anaïs Nin, The Voyage Within
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Who Dis
This photograph was in Grandma Benson's collection.
No one has been able to identify the woman, girl, person.
There is something sad about that.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Whitecaps in February
Here's what I'm trying for supper:
Idea lifted off Facebook or somewhere.
Made this one last week; the marinade is splendid and going into my recipe collection.
I used lemon juice instead of lime, and plain yogurt instead of Greek, whatever that is:
Whole Roasted Cauliflower
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
1 head cauliflower
1½ cups plain Greek yogurt
1 lime, zested and juiced
2 tablespoons chile powder
1 tablespoon cumin
1 tablespoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon curry powder
2 teaspoons kosher salt
1 teaspoon black pepper
Directions
1. Preheat the
oven to 400° and lightly grease a small baking sheet with vegetable oil. Set
aside.
2. Trim the
base of the cauliflower to remove any green leaves and the woody stem.
3. In a medium
bowl, combine the yogurt with the lime zest and juice, chile powder, cumin,
garlic powder, curry powder, salt and pepper.
4. Dunk the
cauliflower into the bowl and use a brush or your hands to smear the marinade
evenly over its surface. (Excess marinade can be stored in the refrigerator in
an airtight container for up to three days and used with meat, fish or
other veggies.)
5. Place the
cauliflower on the prepared baking sheet and roast until the surface is dry and
lightly browned, 30 to 40 minutes. The marinade will make a crust on the
surface of the cauliflower.
6. Let the
cauliflower cool for 10 minutes before cutting it into wedges and serving
alongside a big green salad.
As a matter of fact, I think I'll make some of this marinade right now, or a variation of it, and drizzle it over the potatoes.
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