Wednesday, July 20, 2016

History missed

Over the course of my life, I've been witness to a whole host of events that are the subject of "where were you when..." questions. While I don't remember the assassination, I do remember exactly where my four year old self was when I saw the riderless horse in Kennedy's funeral procession. So many other events, whether or not I was old enough to understand them...MLK. Another Kennedy. The Watergate mess and a president's resignation. An assassination attempt. Spacecraft exploding after launch or on reentry. Wars begun. Genocides.

9/11.

But the greatest event of my lifetime - July 20, 1969, Neil Armstrong becoming the first man to step on the moon?

Yeah, missed that.

Not for lack of trying to see it. Like many households across the world, we were glued to the live television coverage. It took forever before all the preparations were complete, and Armstrong was ready to exit the landing module.

It was a hot summer night, around nine-thirty, our time. Since it was hot, and the house not air conditioned, the front door was open so the sight breeze could filter in through the screen. Along with the breeze, we heard sirens. Not uncommon, as we lived just two blocks over from a firehouse. Instead of growing fainter as the trucks moved away, responding to the call, the sound grew louder.

Red lights flashed on and off in our windows.

My mother, ever the nosy one, went out on the porch to look down the block and see what was happening. It wasn't enough that she was out there, she had to start calling "Get out here! Come look at this!" in that parental voice that brooks no disobedience.

So my sister and I (in my case reluctantly; my sister was only seven, and up for more local excitement than living history making) joined her on the porch.

By the time she let us come back in, Aldrin was on his way out of the lander to join Armstrong on the surface of the moon.

Yeah, I may still be a bit bitter about that.

So what was going on down the block?

Never did find out.



A shameless plug to sell raffle tickets

Sigh. I should have known I wouldn't escape.

Last month, since no one introduced the new girl (me) at the quilt guild, I thought I'd escape the job of selling tickets for the raffle quilt being given away at the quilt show in October.

No such luck.

The raffle quilt lady was on me almost before I got my foot in the door last night.

The quilt - I will try to remember to scan the picture and post it here tonight - is a 90 x 90", very traditional looking pinwheel quilt. It's scrappy (not all coordinated colors, but a wide variety) with an off white background. I can't tell from the picture what the quilting itself looks like, but I believe it was quilted by a member who has a long arm quilting machine, so I believe it is quilted in an all over pattern.

If anyone wants to buy tickets, I'm willing to ship the quilt if you win. Groundrules:

1. Tickets are $1 each, or $5 for six. I must have payment in hand by 10/14. or I will buy the ticket and if it wins, the quilt belongs to me.

2. If you buy tickets, the stubs will go in to the drawing with my name and address (so as not to freak out the raffle quilt committee, who might otherwise think the guild is responsible for shipping), but I will email you scans of "your" stubs so you know your ticket numbers.

3. I'll send out notice of the winning number to anyone who buys tickets, preferably from a guild source, to keep things on the up and up.

I only have 24 tickets, so really, I could spend the $20 and buy them all myself. I don't exactly need another quilt, though.

This would be something that you could throw over a bed (it's almost, but not quite, big enough for a queen sized bed), use as a cuddle quilt, use for a picnic blanket. Or, for that matter, hand on a wall.

Leave your email in the comments, and I'll get in contact with you.

//done with shameless sales pitch//

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Slowly wilting

So it begins. Tired, cranky, slow moving. Funny, even though I have the incredible blessing of central air at home and at work, the heat still gets to me. Maybe it's a psychological thing, after all those years in a sweat box flat?

It's not as bad as it will get later in the week, but it is still in the low eighties and humid. Quilt guild tonight (in a thankfully air conditioned Salvation Army church/hall), so I'll be in and out of it a few times.

Plans for Friday's fun are going to have to change because of the heat. My 90 year old aunt and I were going to lunch at a place that has a wonderful patio and wrap around porch with seating - and very few inside tables. No way are we going to eat al fresco when the National Weather Service has already issued excessive heat watches (heat index 103 - 110) for both Thursday and Friday.

I hate to even have her come out. Maybe I'll pick up Panera and bring it to her? I know how much she was looking forward to it. Though I'm not sure I'll survive a Panera run in that heat.

To all my friends who profess to LOVE, LOVE summer: here you go. I don't want to hear a word from you about how it is "too hot". Be careful if you are planning to be out.

Eh. How many days until winter?

Monday, July 18, 2016

On feeling old

At fifty-seven, my foot has yet to slip over the edge of the grave, but I'm still what one would call solidly ensconced in middle age. This fact bothers me less than many of my similarly-aged friends, as I've no children growing into adults to make time's progression in my life obvious to all.

But boy, am I feeling old today.

Yesterday, I went to a wonderful baby shower. I've the privilege of calling both the grandmother-to-be and the expectant mom my friend. You see, I met them both when they first came to my church - back when the mom to be was eight years old.

Sigh.

A whole crop of the young ladies who were my charges in AWANA when they were eight and nine years old are now married and having children at a rather quick pace. A quick survey of the kids who were part of the program the years that I was a leader shows at least ten kids, and three more (that I know of) on the way.

There is a special joy in this, even for a non-parent like me. These young parents have, for the most part, been faithful to what they have been taught, walking out their beliefs moment-to-moment. They are setting an example for these little people, in the hope that they, too, will come to a life of faith.

While I will play no part personally in handing down my physical genetic make up, I hope I've played a part in handing down my faith. If that's true, I can live with the grey hair, aches and pains.

With fairly short notice for this shower, I did not have time to make even a small baby quilt, and for that, I'm thankful. Chris was able to give to her daughter Kim a baby quilt that was made for Kim by the women of the church Chris and her husband attended back when Chris was pregnant with her. Every other square is signed by the women who encouraged and helped Chris with her first pregnancy. Several of the women who signed that quilt were at the shower.

As I said, these young people are popping out kids with abandon. A month from now, I've the joy of going to a baby shower for another very special young woman.

Note to self: Get hair colored before then...

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Don't bother starting the darn merry-go-round

Are you familiar with the feeling of just wanting all the busy-ness to go away? Do you ever feel that way before everything actually starts?

I don't even want to get on the merry-go-round of activity that is my next week. I realize that it is my introversion speaking, and I know I will have fun/accomplish things. Yet it is likely that Saturday will turn into one all-day nap in order to make the following week possible.

Event one: After church Sunday, a baby shower for a lovely young lady I've known since she was eight years old. As a bonus, her mom, a friend of mine who moved to the wilds of "up north" Wisconsin (defined as anyplace more than ten miles north of your current position) twelve years or more ago, will be there. Celebrations of new life are wonderful (in spite of silly shower games). But...people. For hours.

Event two: Tuesday night, quilt guild meeting. Joining the guild was a voluntary action on my part. It's part of my "get more plugged in to the Milwaukee and environs quilting community to build up potential customers for possible retirement long-arm quilting business" plan. But again, that means networking, which means...people.

Event three: Hair appointment after work Thursday. Generally, if I'm not feeling chatty, Peter will let me live inside my head while he works on my hair. The forty minutes waiting for the color to develop, however, is a minefield of possible social interactions. Note to self: take along kindle and bury nose in book. It doesn't always protect me, unfortunately, as there are some people (strange as this sounds) who think when you are reading, you aren't "doing something".

Event four: On my Friday half day, meet my 90 year old aunt and her daughter-in-law for lunch. This is the event I am least conflicted about. The ladies are good company, and as a bonus, we are going to the chicken place for lunch. The extended forecast doesn't reach next Friday yet, but, as has been the pattern for the last several weeks, the weekdays are set to be hot (upper 80s) and humid. Hopefully, as in past weeks, the cool down will come on Friday. If not, we'll just be sure to take a table on the wide porch on the north side of the building, out of the sun.

Event five: A class at church Sunday night. Again, this is something I actually signed up for, in spite of knowing full well that Sunday evenings are my lowest, least people-friendly, willing-to-go-out time of the week.

The irony is that there is nothing on the calendar for three weeks following, other than a TSA interview for TSA Pre. The week after that, though...four events, two on each of two different days. Agh.

If for any reason I don't show up somewhere I'm expected, the odds are my not-so-inner introvert has pulled me into my bedroom, curled me up in a ball and stuffed me under the bed. All electronic devices will be turned off, and the doorbell only works on days when both the full moon and the sun are visible in the sky at the same time while it is raining. I'll crawl out when I'm finally recharged.

Friday, July 08, 2016

Comfort food

The last task before falling into bed last night was putting in the grocery order. Fat button mushrooms, to be chopped fine, then sauteed in butter with some shallots. The mix will be stuffed between the skin and meat of a roaster chicken, the trussed chicken slathered with butter before sliding it into the oven to roast. Potatoes will be sliced for a cheesy gratin (I have some cream to use up) for one side dish. Fresh green beans for another.

But that is Saturday's fare. Tonight's dinner will satisfy a craving - braunschweiger on caraway rye. A once a year treat.

It's all comfort food. I didn't know when I put the order in last night that the first news story I saw this morning would leave me needing comfort.

Tomorrow afternoon I'm taking a vacuum to my niece's new apartment for her to use for a month or so. When we had dinner a while back, I offered to stock her pantry with spices, so there is that box to take as well. She requested several blends - seasoned salts, Italian and the like - but I've also included some things you actually season with - bay leaves, thyme, oregano and basil.

Having a sandwich for dinner frees up some time in the evening, which I may fill with a bit of baking. Blueberries need to be used up; muffins would be a nice touch to Kristin's housewarming basket. I noticed the other day, when consolidating the chocolate chips...well, "consolidating" should probably give you a hint that the chocolate chip supply is rather overflowing. Maybe some chocolate chip cookies, as long as the oven is on. Easy, familiar, comforting.

Food doesn't really change anything, but someone taking physical nourishment can sometimes help nourish a spirit overwhelmed with the things of the world.

Friday, June 24, 2016

Free Friday at last

Friday! A half day, to boot. Miracle of miracles, the weather is actually...pleasant. Yesterday was downright chilly (this, from someone who rarely, if ever, complains about being cold) and a bit wet. Tomorrow will be muggy and downright steamy. Sunday, not to be outdone, will be even hotter.

Let's enjoy today while we can.

When I leave here it's out to Muskego to meet a friend at the "place with the chickens". For whatever reason, I can never remember the name of the place, but always remember the birds.

Last night was one of those thankfully infrequent nights when I get up to use the restroom in the middle of the night, but fail to fall back asleep afterwards. Urgh. I did doze off about an hour before the alarm went off, so the total sleep tally for last night might be close to four and a half hours. On the bright side, since this happened on a Thursday night, I can make up for the deficit over the weekend.

The lack of sleep is relevant to my afternoon plans. As much as I'd like to come home from lunch and take a nice, long nap, there are still some things to do outside before things heat up. I'd vowed back in May to have the front of the condo and the patio all spruced up and happy-making by the 4th of July. To my surprise, it is almost that date.

It's no real surprise I'm not done yet.

The patio still needs to be power washed. Every time I've had the inclination to do it, the temperature and humidity have soared. Any time the weather cooperates, I've other plans. In between those two, it rains. Today seems to be the perfect day.

Given the lack of energy that comes from a sleepless night, I may only get the prep work done this afternoon - sweeping well, moving the table, chairs and deck box around and dealing with some smaller stuff that hangs out on the patio. Honestly, that stuff takes longer than the actual washing, which I'll do later tonight (if I don't just pass out after dinner) or early tomorrow morning (sorry, neighbors) before it steams up.

Next week Friday afternoon is Craft Day, at my place. Translation: a need to clean a bit more thoroughly this weekend and to come up with a dinner menu. Dessert is already set, a frozen raspberry-whipped cream-toasted almonds thing. During the awake-in-the-middle-of-the-night episode last night I decided to do lamb chops (Pam says she's never had lamb), a mediterranean couscous and a tomato salad. Most of it, other than the chops, can be made in advance.

Because really, I plan to sew for most of craft day, not cook.

What's on your plate for the weekend?

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Guilded

After a gap of some fifteen years, last night I went to a local quilt guild meeting. Guilds can provide inspiration, knowledge and camaraderie, as well as the opportunity to show your work at any guild quilt show.

In spite of not being much of a joiner, I thought the guild might do me some good. First off, I'm trying to correct the "Diane doesn't get out much" state of my life. Ever since I bought the condo almost five years ago, I find myself quite content to hang out at home. There is always something to be done, whether it's maintenance, hobbies or plain old housework.

Second, being part of the guild should help me get more advance notice of some of the quilt happenings around the area. I often don't find out about shows or classes until a week or so before they happen, and I'm short on either cash or time.

Third, it should help me discover whether or not there would be a market for long arm quilting services, should I decide to become more serious about developing a business as a retirement project.

The group has shrunk since I last was there, from over one hundred to just under fifty members. It's a bit concerning; you do want to make sure you are constantly recruiting new, younger members so the group will continue. I had to laugh when the woman organizing the raffle quilt for the quilt show talked about wanting to set up a database of people who want receive an email blast related to upcoming events - she said it was time to bring the guild "into the twentieth century". I didn't have the heart to correct her.

Speaking of updating communication, they decided to shutter their long-dormant website, as apparently no one knows how to maintain it. I took another look, and from what I can see, it is a WordPress blog. I'm thinking this is a tangible way I can contribute immediately, and help bring the guild "into the twentieth century".

If nothing else, being part of the guild will help me work to finish some projects, just to bring them for show and tell.