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My Grandmother’s Quilt and About to Jump in Monday

Fray.  

A verb.  

A noun.

Hopefully not my nerves or the rope

I hang onto with my best grip.

I sleep with the comfort of the worn red calico and

yellowed muslin quilt my grandmother stitched decades ago.  

Mary Alta Kerr Hendricks born Feb 7, 1892 Farmersville, Illinois

Mary Alta Kerr Hendricks born Feb 7, 1892
Farmersville, Illinois   She’s the one who taught me to knit when I was four.

 

. I told my friend V what the photo challenge word of the week was and she said,

“Fray? That’s an easy one.  You start school Monday.”

The classroom is ready

The classroom is ready.  I’m jumping in. 


Men at Work

 

In the living room at Mark and Erika’s house,  Saturday of Easter weekend.

I pulled the iPhone out of my pocket.  QUICK

The four males engaged with their devices or book.  Oblivious to me.

Erika’s dad- Donald,  grandsons Michael and Jack and my son Mark on the right.  Pap’s birthday. April 19th.

I love this photo of the four them.

Men on Devices

 


Leftovers – Love ‘em or Heave ‘em?

-or save them first and then heave them after they get a bit furry in the fridge.

Or eat them cause you feel it a duty, but not enjoy them wholeheartedly?

How do you feel about leftovers?  Does it depend on the type of food saved?

Today as I drove home after school, I thought about the spaghetti sauce in the fridge and although freshly made pasta is preferable, warming up a bowl of leftovers with hot sauce poured over top was incredibly satisfying.

A little fresh grated cheese.  Mmmm.  Eating my way through winter…………..

Didn’t have to start a meal from scratch and it was a relief to know it was there waiting on a shelf in the refrigerator. I looked forward to eating it again.

I thought the spaghetti sauce tasted even better today.

Some people don’t enjoy leftovers or being served leftovers for supper.

And true, certain dishes are better than others in the leftover department. Chili seems to improve, the flavors marry as they say.

I know I have wrapped things up and put them away or I have saved food in a little plastic container and forgotten all about it and then when I unearth it, it’s inedible and needs to be pitched.  Storing in clear glass is key to seeing what is there to eat.

Does gender make a difference in leftover preference?  Do you have a limit as to how long you will keep a dish?

When I did some research on leftovers I found an article about how Americans waste about twenty pounds of food each month. Yikes, that seems like a lot and is a disgusting statistic. So wasteful.

Growing up you were encouraged to consume everything and clean your plate. My mother had a book as a child The Sunny/ Sulky Book and one of the  naughty kids (the book could be turned upside down to read about the good children)  always took more on his plate than he could eat.  One night he was visited by a Fairy-Eat-It-All in a dream and given a spoon to consume the mountain of food he had wasted.  Eyes bigger than his stomach situation I guess.

A moral tale.

spaghetti sauce

One time I posted how to revive a piece of leftover cake 

 


Mother Mary in the Snow – Before the Puppeteer Painted Her

A few years ago this Mary statue was a curbside alert through the neighborhood listserve so I walked up to Winterton St. to save her from the trash.

She was peeling paint and looking a bit worn.  Somehow it didn’t seem right to have her picked up by the garbage truck. So I put her in my side “garden” and called her Our Lady of the Weeds (due to my lack of gardening effort)

About the same time I hired a friend of a friend to come and do some master gardening, get rid of the weeds, plant something decent.  And the skilled gardener took the Mary statue home with her and she was gone a couple of months.  The gardener is an excellent puppeteer and brightened up the statue with new paint.  In fact, when she was returned it took awhile to get used to her brightness and revitalization.

Then my neighbor restored the bird bath bowl my father gave me when I bought the house.

One day I came home and the Mary statue was perched in the now repaired bird bath.

It’s been a team effort to get me spiffed up around here.

MAry in the Snow

 

Before

 

bvm painted in a bird bath

This Spring I’ll take a new photo with the plantings and green surrounding her.


Weekly Photo Challenge: Beginning

The example posted by Cheri Lucas Rowlands was a Northern California foggy dawn.

A sunrise – a perfect beginning.

A baby, just born.

The first page of the dictionary.

The first page of the new calendar.

Once you start, more come to mind.

Beginning= possibility?  A new start.

I did not search the archives for beginnings but put the iPhone to use at breakfast-

My Saturday morning.

Here’s the beginning -

Coffee and English Muffin

The special English muffins a surprise in the Christmas mail from Ben and Susan, thanks

A New Page

A newly sharpened pencil ready to begin……

a journal entry, a letter, a poem, a novel, a list-

A single match

Begin with a single match…………..

Middle CMiddle C- “Let’s start at the very beginning. A very good place to start….” “When you sing you begin with Do Re Mi”

Yarn BowlThe beginning of a ball of yarn in my new yarn bowl :-)


Right Now It’s Filled With Chex Mix but I Have Plans

Have you chosen a word for this year’s theme yet?   Mine is gratitude.

This afternoon I drove home alone to Pittsburgh after a nice vacation in Ohio with my family. Two hundred miles can feel long and lonesome after all the activity with the family.    If you’ve been following along you saw that the girls and I went to Laura and James and had a nice New Year’s Day celebration with the rest of the family.

On my way home I spoke with my dear friend J in Omaha.  She told me about hostess gifts she passed out to her Fondue Party guests on New Year’s Eve. Here is what she gave them  ( a semi-guest blog, J?)

Picture a quart Mason Jar (thanks John Landis Mason 1832-1902) wrapped with a fancy bow.

Inside J put  a paper with instructions.

Starting January first. write good things down on little pieces of paper and put them into the jar.  Could be a goal accomplished, something good,  a happy moment,  a thought.  Then on Dec 31st, 2014, reread all the good things you wrote on all the little pieces of paper that you deposited throughout the year.

Right now this jar in my kitchen is filled with  homemade Chex Mix (thanks Laura)

But starting when it’s empty, we’re going to fill it with good notes.  Lots of them.  Kind of like Three Daily Delights by my number one commenter this year,  Stef.

Thanks for the good idea J.   It’s a wonderful way to start a new year.

Mason Jar

 

 

 

 

And a p.s. from J this morning   A photo of her gratitude jars all lined up plus the original instructions from her niece.

gratitude jars

The original instructions from J’s niece Jeninstructions for the jar


Henry the Airedale Watches a Movie and Thinks About What to do with his Xmas Gift

One more dog post. There’s been a lot of dogs watching TV on my blog this season. And it’s been kids and dogs while I’m on vacation which is fast coming to a close.

We’ve all missed Murphy, the gentleman Airedale, who passed last Spring.  Such a well mannered fellow, and loved dearly.

Erika keeps asking me when I am going to knit Henry a sweater.

He’s still a pup, exuberant and finding his place in the pack, making his way into our hearts with his humorous antics.  He’s trying to figure things out.

He certainly likes being with his family where the activity is happening.  And did he ever relish his new bone.  (Laura asked if it came from a Wooly Mammoth.)

The handy iPhone camera, pulled out of a pocket. catches a moment without my leaving the family room seat or putting down my knitting.

There will be tomorrow to speak of the last post of the old year, bring in the new year- making resolutions or not.

Watching PollyannaHenry and Michael on the family room floor.

taking the bone outside

Hmmmmm I wonder if I could bury this outside.

Airedale and His Bone

Please let me out with this giant bone.

henry and the doll

And Henry eyes Maura’s horse

And then eyes me!

Henry Eyes the Horse

A p.s. to today’s blog
Henry’s breakfast Time for grandma to go home

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What’s Your Guilty Pleasure Comfort Food? One of a series…..

Okay, it’s not good for you.  I know it!   Beanie Weenies.  

Here’s the recipe. Cut a package of hot dogs like coins.

Throw in pan and turn up the gas flame.

Open can of beans

and pour over sizzling “meat”.

Simmer and serve.

Buttered toast on the side optional.

Yep, it’s dark outside, every day getting shorter and shorter and  the winter looms.  (actually today felt like Spring so let me think of a different excuse)

It’s easy. You have it in the house and don’t have to go to the store.

And you have a taste for something simple that isn’t good for you.  It’s on your mind.

My friend said you can go through a lot, getting to what you wanted in the first place.

 

Make it, eat it, be aware it isn’t a healthy choice.

My vegan, veg, Paleo, Primal, non-processed food, gourmet bloggers, and real- food conscious friends and family will have to avert their eyes today.

 

Weenies sliced like coins

 

I think it is the lighting from the range hood that gives it the unreal color cast.   I hope.

 

Simmer Baked BeansAlmost ready.  Don’t read any labels.  Enjoy.

Beanie Weenie SupperPut  your knitting aside.                           Try to not spill supper onto fleece robe and plaid pajamas.


On My Way Home

 

 

fall colors

 

 

Steve was driving in quite a few of these and the others I pulled over. Can you tell which are shot with the Canon 5D and which are shot with the iPhone?

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Feral Cat Face and Collective Nouns

I’d gotten home from school, opened the door, put my school bag down. When I went back to close the door, there was this face- asking.  Asking to eat!  This is one of the two feral cats who were my neighbor’s kittens, one of the two we were able to capture and release after having them neutered and given a rabies shot at Animal Rescue League- four years ago now.

Remember my neighbor Ann P. had a clutter, clowder, pounce of cats. I had to look that up as I was thinking “colony” not herd or gaggle.  (click here to see what other animal groups are named under collectives.)  Ann P (90+) passed away and we were able to get two of the four young cats taken care of and those two are still coming around.  Don’t know what happened to the other two.

This one has a particularly expressive face.  (iPhone shot) I call it Long Tail.  The other one has no tail and I call it Bunny Boy but granddaughter Anna calls him Bob which works as he was born without a tail.

feral cat

Maybe you saw an earlier photo of this same cat- in the catnip with the matching green eyes, in the major snow storm or just in my driveway. cat in catnip

 

feral-cat-in-the-snow

 

 

 

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