Last month was a doozy, and not just for me. Accurate or not, from my “Poor Me” vantage point I’m sure I got it worse than others. Not so much depression as despair. In the blog early last month I said … “Cold and wind has left the birch trees nearly bare.” Well … life and fate is doing much the same to me … peeling me down to bare essence … making me really look. Result? Loss and rediscovery.
I hope others are having an easier lesson time, and that December treats us better. End of whine …
My better time was kicked off by the recent holiday. I really do have a lot for which to be grateful. I did our normal turkey thing with lots of stuffing and mash and gravy (I put on four pounds in two days). Now … onward to the leftovers … sandwiches, ala over toast, soup, and that potpie for the radio potluck.
Found a great word for this time of year … borborygmus: a rumbling or gurgling sound caused by the movement of gas in the intestines.
As we have done in the past, we made a trip to Oregon the saturday after Thanksgiving for the model railroad show. I think I’ve told you about the year we got caught in a snowstorm. As we got on the freeway last saturday, George and I were remembering that year. That storm year, when we got on the freeway, we were the only ones out there. The CHP had closed I-5 north at Dunsmuir and south at Yreka. Eerie … like an apocalypse movie. We spent about half an hour stopped at the stateline by a jack-knifed semi. We had our snow tires on, chains in back, blankets and water, so we were fine in spite of arriving a bit late at the show.
and one of the HO-guage displays had a nice winter scene.
December in our family is loaded with birthdays. A cousin last sunday, a sister and grandfather tuesday. More cousins’, a grandmother’s, and friends’ days to come before the New Year arrives. When you add in the various holidays and volunteer meetings and medical appointments … it will be a busy month. A busy movie month as well. That schedule will start next saturday with “Tora³” and continue (including “A Christmas Story”) until New Year’s Eve. I can’t remember when we first watched “A Christmas Story”, but it now firmly entrenched as part of our yearend routine … Fa ra ra ra ra …
I’m still thinking about the interface between Broadway and Opera. I had forgotten about Ezio Pinza. Back in the 60s, an operatic bass (who pays attention to basses? they are usually the old or bad guys) became an overnight Broadway hunk singing Rodgers and Hammerstein … “Some enchanted evening …”.
In support of the “new Operatic voices” theory … on Classic Arts Showcase I came across clips of a current baritone singing Lerner and Lowe. He is a Welshman named Bryn Terfel. If you enjoy Broadway music, check out his CD, particularly “How to Handle a Woman” from “Camelot”.
And that led me to remember that Reneé Fleming (the soprano I’ve mentioned before) has done at least two major concert performances (tours?) with baritones (Terfel and Dimitri Hvorodtovsky). It would appear she agrees with me that baritones make better male leads than do tenors (with the possible exception of Juan Diego Flórez).
Earthquake activity in California is holding steady along the stretch from the Gulf of California to the Salton Sea area, and increasing a bit in the area south of where the San Andreas goes out to sea. Interesting …
Recent spinning project has been embroidery thread for Mark’s gift. What a trip … cobweb single ply. In the process, I had a second not-so-good experience with Opulent Fibers of Portland, Oregon … I know, why go back to a dealer with whom you’ve had a bad experience? Well, the reason was I’d begun using her fiber for the embroidery thread and thought it best to continue with that fiber. Each processer handles fiber a bit differently, and I needed just one more colour.
I tried to order the fiber I needed and ran into unanswered phone calls, snarky emails, and a refusal to fill my order unless I jumped through the (at least for this old lady) incomprehensible hoops in re paying via a method different from the first order. It is nice fiber, but I will not brave that dealer again. I am now on the search for comparable fiber without the hoops. I suppose I should consider it a lesson in patience and tolerance.
In contrast, I was able to find some appropriate material for the altar pieces on our trip to Oregon last saturday … a beautiful piece of very fine 100% cotton. This project promises to fill time for at least the next three months. That should help make it a good winter.
I received an early gift a short time ago. To tell the story I need to back up a bit. Each of our boys had a stuffed toy on which they teethed. John had a tiger called “Pookey”. Michael toted around a monkey called “Uncle Monkey”. Mark chewed the tail of a pink whale called “Gigi”.
While looking through the catalog for the Vermont Country Store … there was the monkey. The VCS had found a reissue source.
We have a new grandchild named Michael. Now, the new Michael will have a copy of the toy belonging to the previous Michael.
I have no idea if he will like it, but giving it to him makes me happy.
I had an interesting computer experience last sunday. We have been having trouble with our ISP over downloads (most of which seem to be unsolicited email). George suggested I go to the ISP mailbox and delete everything there. I thought I had it set up so any mail received and sent on from the ISP site to Windows Live Mail (which I prefer as a reading board) would then be deleted from Wildblue. When I checked the Wildblue mailbox … nothing in the Inbox (the delete-after-transfer option seems to be working), BUT more than 6,000 items in the Sent box dating back to 2008. It took me a long time to clear all of that and the site says there is still 15% capacity in use. I can’t find out what that 15% is. It may be that none of it effects the download problem anyhow. Oh well …
(I’m not too good yet with Photoshop or the sky would be yellow and the ferns not blurred.)
Winter is imminent. George will look for a holiday tree soon.
Never got above freezing yesterday with some snow flurries (not enough to count as real snow … just a reminder).
But for now … remember …
IT’S A PROCESS!
Don’t beat yourself up because you’re not where you want to be.
Be grateful for how far you’ve come!
’til next week …