Saturday, November 04, 2006

The gift. Pink!


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I got to get a gift for a sweet lil' girl who turned four today. Thing is, the invitation specified NO Toys and requested money for college fund or clothes size 5T. Sadly, the cute sweater I found in a knit shop was not for sale. So, we decided to give the money. But how to give money to a four year old is the question. We made a treasure hunt. I wrapped the money in foil and 'hid' it inside the confetti in a pretty gift bag. We weren't there to see her open it. I hope the money doesn't make her cry.

Having two sons, I never have a reason to buy pink stuff. I had such a good time picking out the packaging.

The treasure


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In foil is wrapped a ten dollar bill, a fiver, four crispy ones, two quarters, four dimes, a nickel and five shiny pennies.

The treasure hunt idea is my mom's. She does this for our son each Christmas and she includes one or two collector's coins too. He's building a neat coin collection with what she's sent him. Every year he goes on and on about getting Granny's treasure hunt present and he enjoys all the opening up.

Filled it up


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I thought confetti was supposed to come in a bag at the store. I couldn't find any! I was reduced to cutting it out of tissue paper with my own two hands. Very hard work. :)

I put a bill at the very bottom too. Hehe! Underneath a couple sheets crumpled as a fake bottom so it looks like she's done, but she'll find one more.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Tomorrow for sure

We went to Cruces today instead of Monday! And I feel rich! Don't you love that feeling when you buy craft stuff. Yes! I bought fabric to make two baby blankets, materials for our son to make Christmas gifts, two balls of yarn to make my next scarf, and new, better circular knitting needles. My next scarf is going to have yarn overs, called YO for those in the know. It's going to be for my sister but I already want to keep it. The yarn is so pretty! The store I went to is a specialty store with hand dyed yarn and yarn made from alpacas and stuff. Avrilon is going to have alpacas someday. I'll tell her about the store and she can make yarn and sell it and I will buy it. Yeah, that's a good idea. She wrote me a fabulous five page email and now I owe her. Currently I owe everyone I know an email. My new knitting needles, size 11, are called Addi something and they are real good. Much better than the squeaky plastic ones I've been using. The package says they're turbo needles. I'm waiting for the turbo to kick in.

Christmas gifts. After much thought I found a project for the kiddo to do. He loves creating a hundred little items assembly line style so I'm having him make toaster tongs for EVERYone. First I'll have him make one for us and we'll give it a test run. Currently I use metal tongs when the toast gets stuck and I heard that's a bad idea. Heh. I don't know how best to have him decorate them though. Not sure what to do there. Drawing is not his strength so I'd like to think of something else.

Due to our impromptu trip I did not worsh my hair. I'm definitely looking forward to washing it tomorrow. Today I noticed a lot of goop on women's hair at Las Cruces.

Tomorrow is the week-end! I'm dead tired. G'nite.

Serenity Now

Serenity NOW! I'm emailing with my eldest son tonight about issues of the heart.

I may be more effective at this if I just go bang my head against the wall!

Serenity now, serenity now. :)

I'm going to wash my hair manana for the big measure-in. I always like to call it the BIG Measure-in. It makes it sound important which it is. I am officially, genuinely tail bone length now. I didn't feel honest to goodness tail bone length last month, but I do now. Yay! I've had almond oil in my hair all day. I meant to worsh it (they say 'worsh' in Illinois) but where did the day go? I didn't get it done.

My scarf is 40 inches long. I have to knit to 76 inches. Woo hoo. Progress! I'm knitting like a madwoman because we're going to Las Cruces Monday and I want to buy more yarn and make another something. I don't know what, but something.

Our youngest son's face is so beautiful to my eyes.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

The Web is a gold mine

I have been finding fabulous crafty-people blogs. Gosh, it's amazing how crafty some women are, and so prolific.

Yesterday I started on my second skein for my scarf! I'm busting with pride. I've never gotten this far before and it looks like it's going to be cute to boot. That's a good thing because I really don't need an ugly scarf. I've found a hat I like. I'm not crazy about hats and but I like this knitted one at Lion Brand and its skill level says easy. You have to register to see the pattern but registration is a cinch. They have millions of free patterns! It's gold I say. Gold!

But I'm not finished with one thing and I'm dreaming about making another thing! The hat, yes, a heart quilt, yes, more triangle earrings, yes, and...baby blankets. I need a gift for Jennifer who's having her boy in January and I've gotten it in my head that it's got to be handmade. I'm finding the cutest handmade blankets online and I'm sure I can make one. LOOK at the sock monkey and bibs this lady made. They're to die for. So cute. I also like satin edges and I found a Kwik Sew pattern for blanket and bibs I could use. I sort of like this garter stitch baby afghan but baby fingers will get caught in the holes.

Today I started reminiscing about old songs and cruised over to You Tube. "Cherish" written by The Association (1966) reminds me of being nine years old in Pacific Beach, San Diego. It was a good year. Age nine came right before ten and ten is when the world came crumbling down. Heh. I like to get melodramatic about the past.

1969. I was 11. We lived in a large apartment building and one night someone put bubble bath in the full sized in-ground swimming pool at the center of the building. All us kids who lived in the building had a blast kicking our legs from the side of the pool and making huge mountains of bubbles. It was awesome.

Whoever put the bubbles in the water made sure it was a kind that didn't burn our eyes. That summer I'd wake up in the morning, jump in the pool and play all day. I got so tan that the hair on my legs was blond. Months later I found out all the grown-ups in the building had gotten together and did the deed during the night. Even my mom was involved! I was real surprised because my mom usually follows all the rules,but it was probably the ladies who said it had to be safe on the kid's peepers.

The apartment manager referred to our building as "The Zoo" because we had some wild people living there. It was fun.

In September, school started, things changed, stuff happened. The fun ran out. Tom, his wife died before we met him. They'd been married 20 years. He was dating my mom, but my mom wouldn't marry him and he killed himself. He let his two sons come home from school and find him. They were 14 and 16. Not long after, the 16 year old was busted for molesting a sweet, but silent four year old girl in our building. Little Jennifer. She sucked her thumb all the time. Her mom didn't give her any love and then this happened. We couldn't believe it.

What am I tonight? Sylvia Plath?

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

This squirrel


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He lives right next door in a very nice burrow with many entrances and exits. He loves us. We're the most interesting campers he's ever had for neighbors. Our site looks like Ma and Pa Kettle live here, and with a kid the landscape changes every day. We keep him on his toes.

Jack O' Lantern


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This is yesterday. Mr. Nibbler has eaten such a big hole on top now that the lid fell in.

Monday, October 30, 2006

Late night

I've written to a Web site owner and asked her to take down an article of mine that I wrote a few years ago. She hasn't replied. I don't think she's going to.

I will never let anyone publish anything of mine on the Web again. Twice I did. Twice I regretted it. It doesn't bother me when I don't think about it, but when I think about it, it really makes me mad.

Poor Paul McCartney

I've been singing "the long and winding road" over and over for days. It's as bad as Go Dog Go. But I don't know the whole song, only that one, single, stinkin' line. And I change the word 'winding' to 'sordid' because CNN has had an article up for a week titled "The Long and Sordid Road." That's how it got into my mind. It's driving me crazy.

Poor Paul. All those great years with Linda and then he doesn't do a prenup with whats-her-name. That's sad. That's gotta be brutal. All I know is whatever happens, it's gonna hurt.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Homeschool - DST, lobbies, WWI, mnemonics

Today one of the rangers spoke to my husband about how our son has impressed him and he said he wishes now that he had homeschooled his kids. I felt so good when my husband told me about it. I have this constant inner conversation with myself. Am I doing enough? What am I missing? Are we going too slow? What are other fourth graders doing? Then I just have to chill and say, "Lord, infuse me with just a leetle bit of wisdom because I can't mess up on this!" I feel really lucky to be able to do this.

Here are notes I put together that I'm using this week. I'll post them. My kid's an auditory learner. And kinesthetic. I Googled. I Wikipediaed. I thought about where our son's interests lie and collected information. I will share one thing to explain why I do research the way I do. I have a feeling that he may be a person who causes change, who impacts those around him. I don't know how this may be manifested and I don't know why I feel this way, but it's one of those things unexplained. Last month we had a couple two spaces down come over to say good-bye to our nine year old (he assisted the husband who is a Boating Officer with repairs on a small boat) and as they all shook hands, exchanging good-byes, the wife said, "Remember us when you're president!" I did a double take! Not necessarily because I think he's going to be prez, but I know he's going to be something! I don't think much of what follows will be on a fourth grade standardized test though.

So this lesson is primarily about daylight saving time, but we love to go on a tangent too and so I've customized with tidbits I think he will like. Feel free to copy and change as suits you and yours! And away we go! (Much of this only touches on a point as I wish to open discussion and ignite interest, not necessarily delve deeply yet. But with a small foundation set today he will be able to build up on it in the future. We call this having a hook in your mind. It's like a coat hook? You can always hang stuff on it but it has to be there first to hang anything on.)

STANDARD AND DAYLIGHT SAVING TIME

Who thought of it first? Benjamin Franklin, but he was only kidding about it! It was 1784.

In 1907 a British man named William Willet was serious about it and he really tried to get it changed. He lobbied to get the government to change.
(Use word lobby and explain usage as verb or noun. As with William, a lobbyist can be one person alone, or it can be group of people who try to change things without getting elected.)
(Can you name something in the United States that you think should be changed, that you could lobby for? Seniors citizens are powerful. Farmers have power. Greenpeace protects the Earth and animals and environment. Nowadays people are paid to do this job.)

Enough fodder for the week here: http://www.slate.com/id/2137886/ I will be reading a part of this M-F. Only a couple paragraphs will I skip. Great article with humor, names, and truths.

But he could not get the British government to take it seriously and he died in 1915. (Locate Great Britain on map.)

DST is mostly used in temperate zones.

What time of the year are we, in the U.S.A, on DST? Early spring, summer, and early fall.

We just changed to Standard Time.

Daylight saving time (DST), also known as summer time, is a widely used system of adjusting the official local time forward, usually by one hour from its official standard time, for the spring, summer, and early autumn periods. The term daylight savings time, although commonly used, is technically incorrect.

Europeans commonly call it 'summer time' and I think that's a good idea.

What was the first country to use DST? Germany. When? 1916. During WWI. When was WWI? (1914 to 1918. Also called the War to End All Wars. Did it? Can you name another war the happened after 1918? It is naive to think war will stop. We live in a world where Satan reigns.)

On June 28, 1914, Gavrilo Princip, a 19-year-old high school student, shot and killed the archduke and heir to the Austrian throne, Archduke Franz Ferdinand, (What part of his name tells you he is of noble birth?) and his wife, Sophie, at point-blank range in the Bosnian capital, Sarajevo. Princip shot Ferdinand at point blank range while he was was traveling in his car from a town hall reception.

http://www.firstworldwar.com/source/harrachmemoir.htm
We had film, but no television back then. See 8 seconds of Franz Ferdinand at town hall in Sarajevo.

http://hnn.us/articles/273.html
http://www.firstworldwar.com/origins/index.htm

Find Sarajevo on the map.

The United Kingdom was second, the same year. Newfoundland was third, the first place in North America, in 1917. Have him write on board:

1) Germany
2) United Kingdom (England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland)
3) Newfoundland

In 1918 the U.S. Congress established time zones although railroads and most American cities were already using them since 1883, and made DST official for the rest of WWI. But it was unpopular and repealed in 1919.

DST is generally a temperate zone practice; day lengths in the tropics do not vary enough. (Can you name three major climate zones. Polar, temperate, tropical.)

Why should we have DST? Number one reason is energy conservation.
DST in winter would make 7:00am feel like 6:00am, and the sun would not be up yet. It would be DARK outside still! Why would this be bad for kids who have to school? Children walking to school or to their bus stops could be hit by cars. This is one big reason why we don't have DST in winter.

Another argued benefit of DST is increased opportunities for outdoor activities, including shopping in tourist areas. Most people plan outdoor activities during sunlight hours. Other benefits cited include prevention of traffic injuries (by allowing more people to return home from work or school in daylight), and crime reduction (by reducing people's risk of being targets of crimes that are more common in dark areas).

Critics/Criticizing

To find fault, or to evaluate. This requires analysis. You can analyze a math problem, a recipe, a sentence, and friendship (as we discussed last week during grammar discussion about sentence structure.) There are two sides to everything; good and bad, proponents and opponents. Looking at two sides of things is a good character trait. It prepares you to speak well and express your thoughts intelligently. Thinkers think about both sides of an issue. Remember, there may be gray areas depending on the subject. In history or in newspaper writing, teachers and editors like to say "There are three sides to everything: one side's story, the other side's story, and what really happened."

Critics of DST say studies show it really doesn't save much in energy costs. They say that it upsets everyone's sleep patterns. They say people miss appointments if they forget to change their clock. What do you think? Well, maybe people do use more fuel in their cars during the extra daylight hours of DST and that's not a savings, is it.

How to remember which way to turn the clock?

Use a mnemonic. (Spell on board. It's a memory aid. Do you use any mnemonics? Yes, you do!) Spring forward (let me see you jump!), fall back (let me see you fall back to Standard Time!). Other some mnemonics we use:

stalagmites - G: grow up from the ground
stalactites - C: ceiling down
Military - righty tighty, lefty loosy
Music - Every Good Boy Does Fine and FACE
Thirty Days Hath September

Name two states that do not observe DST. Arizona, Hawaii. Indiana is fussing over it. Find all on map.

EXTRA POINTS IF INTERESTED

Post–World War I: American farmers fought and defeated urban dwellers and President Woodrow Wilson and got DST repealed, returning the country to "God's Time.” Spotty and inconsistent use of daylight saving time in the United States and around the world caused problems, unusual incidents and, occasionally, tragedies. For example, disregard of a change to DST caused a major train wreck in France, killing two and injuring many.

World War II: All combatants on both sides quickly adopted DST to save vital energy resources for the War. The U.S. enacted FDR's year-round DST law just 40 days after Pearl Harbor.

Fire safety officials in Australia, Canada, New Zealand, and the United States encourage citizens to use the two annual time changes as a reminder to check the batteries in home and office fire alarms and smoke detectors.

Computers: Most modern computer operating systems include the capability to automatically change the local time when daylight saving starts and finishes. Did your change automatically?

In Canada, time is under provincial and territorial jurisdiction, not federal. The governments of Ontario, Manitoba, Quebec, Prince Edward Island, New Brunswick, Alberta, the Northwest Territories, British Columbia, Nova Scotia and Yukon Territory have so far pledged to change their DST rules to match the new U.S. rules. In 2007, their DST will start on the second Sunday in March, and return to standard time on the first Sunday in November. Newfoundland and Nunavut will continue to change time on the first Sunday in April and last Sunday in October unless they change their legislation. As noted below, Saskatchewan does not recognize DST.

In 2006
The schedule for 2006 in the United States is that DST began on the first Sunday in April (April 2, 2006), and changes back to standard time on the last Sunday in October (October 29, 2006). The time is adjusted at 2 AM.

From 2007
Beginning in 2007, DST will start on the second Sunday in March (March 11, 2007), and change back to standard time on the first Sunday in November (November 4, 2007). Under Section 110 of the Energy Policy Act of 2005, the U.S. Department of Energy is required to study the impact of the DST extension no later than nine months after the change takes effect. Congress has retained the right to revert to the DST schedule set in 1986 if it cannot be shown that there are significant energy savings from an extension of DST or if the extension may prove to be unpopular with the American public.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daylight_saving_time
http://www.seizethedaylight.com/dst/index.html

Finally hit my stride

I ran today. Okay, jogged. My husband used to run and by run I mean run. He finished the L.A. Marathon once. I have pictures of him drinking beer at home afterwards. He gave me his medal. I love him so.

Today I finally hit my stride. All the other days (I've been doing this for about a month now) I've been draggin'. Today is the first time I felt good. No, I felt great! I ran the farthest distance in my one mile loop and my breathing was even and I didn't feel my lungs burn. (And I took three whole days off. What a bum!)

Then I had pizza for din-din.

I need to buy a belly dance video. I miss it so much. It's so good for your hips you know. It keeps you from getting all crickety.

Sunday

I had chicken flavored Top Ramen and Hostess chocolate donuts with coffee for lunch, and a Hershey's chocolate kiss and a piece of Double Bubble gum for dessert.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

What's your personality type

You Are An ISFP

The Artist

You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now).
You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children.
Simply put, you enjoy bueaty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life.
Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs.

You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer.


It's mostly spot on. I'm terrible with children though. I thought question 33 was funny. I'm the type of person who has a gazillion windows open on my computer. My husband razzes me. He thinks I'm using up all the satellite energy.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Acorn Woodpecker


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When I lived in southern California I would occasionally meet up with someone who came from northern California. You know, where the cold, rocky beaches and sharks are? Oddly these people would refer to themselves as being from 'The Bay Area.' They'd nod as if everyone knew about The Bay Area, and I'd nod as if I knew what they were talking about. But I had no idear where The Bay Area was, other than somewhere to the north. No one taught us about a Bay Area in geography class. I did know it was a land where people who wanted to break California into two states, Northern California and Southern California, lived. And they seriously wanted to cut off our water supply because they thought we used too much and they did not like sharing. Said we shouldn't be building cities in the desert or something to that effect. Hey, we have a bay in San Diego but I've never said I was from the bay area.

There are tons of bays in the world. How should anyone know what bay they're talking about?

Then I went to northern California and lived there for five years. It all began to make sense. "The Bay Area" refers to the San Francisco Bay area. Aha. If you ever go there, you realize why they talk about themselves as if everyone knows about them. They think they're the center of the universe! Really, San Francisco should just be split from the rest of the USA and allowed to float in the Pacific. It should be its own country. I did once buy an absolutely fabulous custom hand made Victorian corset from Romantasy in downtown San Fran. Purple satin with six garters.

Today my blue flip flop went missing. That squirrel tried to take it into his burrow.

Evidently news of familial unrest travels fast. I received email from both my dad's wife and my little sister last night and today. I guess old dad was extremely upset that I told him not to write things like that to me. Unbeknownst to me, his wife refused to discuss it with him because she was upset about it too. My sis was the only one who would talk to him.

My sister, she's a good egg but she likes to rationalize things away. She can't stand discord. She's the reason why he finally wrote me an apology email. It was possibly, well no, definitely, the worst apology I've ever received from anyone about anything in my life! Not that I was looking for an apology. I wasn't. I don't care if he apologizes. I was said to him what somebody needed to say to him.

I wore a red rose and baby's breathe in my hair today. Sometimes the light fragrance of the rose wafted into my nose. It was nice. I had my husband get me flowers for my hair because I read that waitresses who wear flowers in their hair get better tips. I'm not a waitress and I don't get tips but I was hoping the flowers would get me something. I don't know what. In the same article it said that waiters who knelt down to take orders made better tips. That and a wooden nickel will get you something. I don't know what.

The above photo was taken on 5/4/06 when we were in...The Bay Area...visiting our eldest son.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

I can't sleep

Drop an anvil on my head. Please. I want to sleep, but I can't.

My hair is nice though. I heavily oiled overnight with avocado oil, washed this afternoon. I was a little worried that too much oil remained on the ends but it all came out. I asked my husband to buy me some small flowers today so I could put some in my hair for tonight and he bought me a little bouquet of three red roses, still closed, with baby's breathe. Very pretty and they smell good! But, drats, I was too slow getting ready. Wore my hair, what!, down. Yep. Luckily I oiled just the right amount with the monoi so down worked. And I got two nice compliments for having pretty hair tonight. One lady said she didn't know my hair had so much brown. (It looks mostly silver when I have it in a bun I think.) I could feel the sun shining on my hair and I know the auburn really shows in sunlight. She was real sweet and I felt a little uncomfortable because she was so complimentary. Funny how I hope for a compliment, I get one and then I'm uneasy.

My back pockets have flaps and I noticed with we got home that the flaps are sticking out. Looks stupid. Double duh. Next time I'll iron them.

We went to a potluck tonight and wonder of wonders, I, Liliana, had a good time. That's a rare occurrence. I think the people is this small desert town, are more down to earth. People don't put on airs so much here. One of the discussions was about someone's new trailer that has a remote control for the bathroom fan. We were cracking up! I mean, that's gotta be one nice trailer, eh? Our son had a great time with the kids. They jumped on the trampoline and played with the dogs and played dominoes. Don't you love that feeling when the kids are running loose, pink cheeked, having a good time, and the grown-ups are talking and eating and laughing. It's like - time in a bottle. Yeah. I just realized I haven't felt that feeling in a very long time.

Last year was our first year traveling. It was our first year staying in a different place besides "home" for the winter. We were new at this and not exactly sure how we were doing what we were doing. I was eager to drop the baggage of urban life and so I didn't socialize at all. Really, practically not at all. It was just me and the bunnies and the quail, and my family of course. This year though, I feel more like reaching out and being a part. A part. Of something. Life, people, relationships.

Yeah. I think that's something new about this year.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Refiner's fire

For a few days I felt low. You know, about how mean my dad is at times. Sometimes things like that tend to color your whole world. My husband, for over a year wouldn't speak to my dad. I understand, but it doesn't make it easier. Family situations and all, right?

Somehow it all works itself through. I emailed my father and told him he shouldn't email words like that to me. I told him it's like a penny falling from pretty high up. It's just a penny, but it can injure a person, yes? I'm afraid it may as well be a flock of seagulls though. It goes right over my dad's head. I don't know how an over tender Liliana ever came from those genes.

But my online girlfriends help me a lot. I started singing this song today, "Refiner's Fire" and my heart was suddenly joyful. Gone was the bad feeling. I handled the situation, straightforward, to the best of my ability. At first I tried to ignore it, but you can't really ignore things like that. I would never advise our son, for example, to do nothing if someone treated him this way, so I ought to act on my own advice.

I was singing Refiner's Fire while I put the groceries away (which is a bit of a fluff song because my repertoire is limited!) and our son asked, "What is holy?" It's to be set apart, from the world, I told him. To be like Christ.

And I do feel set apart. I feel I've been a good example - to my father, and to my child. I handled it myself without crying to my husband. And I'm not really burned like I thought I was at first. It's the opposite. I'm stronger.

My dad didn't write me back, but I am transformed. I've stepped out of a trial. I am whole.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Knitting progress


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It's about 20 inches long now. Whew, it's taking a long time. I have to make it 76 inches, then fold ends up to form pockets. I might not do the pocket part. It seemed like a good idea when I found the pattern, but I'll decide for sure when I'm close to finished. The yarn I chose is fabulous for hiding mistakes, and there be a few mistakes in thar! I started with 17 stitches and ended up with 19, so my friend fixed it. Then twice I dropped stitches (which means I skipped them) and she fixed it once and now I know how to fix it. I've ended up with 18 and stayed with that number. I've been recounting them after every single row I knit to ensure I have 18, not 17, not 19. I intended to make a matching cap, but hmmmm, truthfully, caps crush my hair flat and my kind of bangs aren't great in a cap. I don't know if a scrunchie will be enough of a complement piece though.

The other morning we had a javelina at our door. Didn't get to see it, we were sleeping, but our neighbors watched it and told us about it!

There's a piggy little squirrel here. He's a cutie and always looking for things to take into his hole. It doesn't have to be food! He stuffs his cheeks till they're huge. Today I saw him bunch up a paper towel into a little ball and run to his hole. He tried to take one of our son's miniature flags but couldn't manage pulling it into his burrow so we found it just outside the entrance to his abode. Then the top to our jack-o-lantern went missing. Can't find it. I think that squirrel figured he found a treasure and took it home.

Nebraska fried chicken recipe

Due to wide demand, my first recipe sharing. Okay, Kara asked. :)

Aunt Gail's Nebraska Fried Chicken

Ingredients: Cut up chicken unless you know how to cut up a frying chicken. I use all thighs because the breasts are too big and I don't like wings. Flour, salt, pepper, Crisco oil, a paper lunch bag or a plastic bag. Do not substitute anything for the Crisco. Must use Crisco for crispiness.

I cut off extra fat and anything I don't like the looks of
Wash chicken with water and set in plate
Pray over bird, give thanks for this meal
Put Crisco in pan, melt it, then heat oil to hot
Pour a lot of flour in your bag
Add a lot of salt
Add some pepper
Close well and shake
Add a few pieces of chicken (one to three at a time)
Close bag and shake

Use pinchers (metal utensil) to pick up chicken parts and place in hot oil
Be careful you don't burn yourself because the hot oil pops
Shake some more of your chicken pieces
Be sure each piece is well floured before placing in oil

Fry on high till it's a medium brown
Turn pieces to other side and fry on high till it's medium brown
Don't let them get too dark because they've still got to cook inside

Now turn heat way down to low
Cook 'em slow, like simmer for 35 to 45 minutes for six pieces in a large frying pan
Turn pieces over a couple times

The secret to crispiness is to brown both sides fast on high, then turning the fire way low to cook the inside. (No one will tell you this except for me. It's the key.)

After you start the chicken, peel, cut and place potatoes in boiling water
Add salt and bring to a boil
Boil on low till done

Put creme corn in a bowl and place in microwave with paper towel on top

Be sure butter and salt are on the table and lots of napkins

Now the coordination part:

Use pinchers to take chicken out of the pan
Place on plate on paper towels
Let cool a few minutes
Turn on micro and cook canned creme corn for two minutes on high
Pour dinner drinks
Make gravy

Put it all on the table.

You're done.

But! Save your chicken grease. Keep in the fridge. The same week you can buy cube steak. Prepare on a paper plate the same as you did the chicken with flour, salt, and pepper. Warm your chicken grease. Fry in chicken grease and it comes out real good. Use leftover chicken gravy on your mashed potatoes. This meal only takes 30 minutes to prepare. The cube steak cooks pretty fast.

Postscript - Fried chicken makes a big mess on your stove. After dinner use Fantastic to clean stove while it's still warm. A screen with a paper towel on it on top of your frying pan greatly decreases oil spatter. Or, you can camp all the time like me and fry outside on the Coleman stove. Fold up the stove and put it away when finished or you'll get coyotes at night. Heh!


NYT article - Alzheimers

Self-portraits Chronicle a Descent into Alzheimers

Very moving article with slideshow. An artist draws himself through the disease.

Rain this morning! Darn. My plan to change to morning exercise time is foiled. And I was looking forward to dragging myself out of bed at 8:00am, getting out of my jammies and into running clothes immediately, getting hot, and sweaty, and out-of-breath in the chill of the morning.