Sunday, February 13, 2011

Heat

The furnace hadn't come on in 48 hours. I've reset it at least 75 times in the last two days, but the heat never kicked on.

Now, a mere hour before Mary gets home from her retreat, the furnace spontaneously turned on and is pumping out warm air.

I don't know if the furnace is scared of Mary, or if she's playing a trick on us... it's all very suspicious.

Either way, I have the heat set to 74 so that we can get nice and warm to make it through the rest of the day in case it fails to turn on again.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

A slice of today

Mary is on a (well, leading a) retreat this weekend, so it's just me and Simone. That's the good part.

The bad part is that we have no heat. Some part involved in the control of the gas flow has wildly fluctuating voltage swings. Which, until the day the heater guy came meant that if we turned it off and on a few times, the heat would eventually kick in. That stopped yesterday around noon. I've flipped switches some 50 times, but no heat. Simone barely notices - though she'd run around barefoot if I let her (I didn't, she was pretty warm all day).

We had a great day today, starting off the day with french toast made from some lovely challah made by Mary. I must say, that made some of the best french toast I've had in years. Simone liked it just as much as I did - eating a full 3 slice. I would have made more, but we ran out of eggs and maple syrup.

Simone dressed up with silkies, played with her wooden animals - building houses for them out of blocks. Simone has started something new when playing with blocks, she's building towers of blocks and topping them with a horizontal span. She also made a treadmill - which I then had to explain b/c she didn't know what it was. I don't know where she heard about it, but we talked about the moving walkways at the airport (where we'll be in 4 days).

We headed downtown to go to the bookstore to pick up some cheap paperbacks for Hawaii (so I can ditch them there). Simone read books while I browsed, though she did come and ask about titles of some of the books in the sci-fi section. The last time she helped me pick books out, she grabbed one that was great, this time she wasn't so helpful - most of the books she asked about were very cheesy. She did point out a book I really do want to read, but it is a sequel, and they've never had the first book in the series. That is sooooo annoying.

After waiting for me to finish, we read a couple of books, and she chose a Skippy-John-Jones book that she really wanted. I found a fairy book, and that couldn't distract her.

We then did a little shopping as we needed some maple syrup and eggs in order to turn the remaining challa into bread pudding.

Oh, we also needed eggs for the fresh pasta we were planning on making. What is better for dinner in a cold house than chicken noodle soup with fresh noodles? Oh, and I surprised her with some fresh mushrooms for the soup - they were a hit. Simone often says, "that's exactly what I wanted." when she gets something she really likes.

Simone got to work as son as we got home, tearing bread up for the pudding, sprinkling on the raisins, and pouring the liquid in. She then kneaded the pasta dough, and helped pull the noodles through the pasta machine for every step. Of course, she played a vital role in quality control for the noodles.

Dinner was nummy, and dessert was warm bread pudding ... with fresh whipped cream!

Yes, momma goes away and we pull out all sorts of treats.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Not Sure How I Feel About This


So... where to start.

First, it's an awesome photo.

Second, I think "Launch!" every time I see it and have to chuckle.

Third, I'm wondering why the baby has no harness - it's as though the parents have no love for their baby. Both the adults have their harnesses on, the woman still has her chalk bag. If you're gonna take your kid on an outing that involves climbing, the kid needs a harness at the least, and one of the parents should have some sort of sling or backpack to carry the kid (and keep their hands free). It just seemed like they could have gone the extra step to make the staged photo a little more real.

Fourth, I think what tickles me so is that the baby looks like a penguin launching out of the water onto an ice flow.

Note: I originally saw the image at Picture Is Unrelated, who attributes the photo to this site, but I doubt the second link is the originator of the photo.

Friday, January 21, 2011

School Buses And Seat Belts

I just came across this article which had some good information about seat belts in buses.
Why your child's school bus has no seat belts.

The most telling excerpts from the article were:
Numerous federal and academic studies have concluded that school buses are the safest form of ground transportation of all, in fact. The National Safety Council says they're about 40 times safer than the family car.
...
"Lap/shoulder belts can be misused and NHTSA's testing showed that serious neck injury and perhaps abdominal injury could result when lap/shoulder belts are misused," - NHTSA
I can't imagine a bus driver trying to ensure kids are wearing seat belts, and wearing them properly. Think about the last time you flew on a plane and the flight attendants had to remind a couple people repeatedly to use their seat belts. And, the fact that there are only 6 deaths per year in school bus accidents - that's carrying 24 million kids 4.3 BILLION miles.

I do feel sorry for parents who have lost their kids in a bus accident, but our money and effort are better spent elsewhere.

Monday, January 17, 2011

A Time To Break Silence

An excerpt from Martin Luther King Jr's speech, "Beyond Vietnam -- A Time To Break Silence". The entire speech is as relevant today as it was then:

It is with such activity in mind that the words of the late John F. Kennedy come back to haunt us. Five years ago he said, "Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable." Increasingly, by choice or by accident, this is the role our nation has taken, the role of those who make peaceful revolution impossible by refusing to give up the privileges and the pleasures that come from the immense profits of overseas investments. I am convinced that if we are to get on the right side of the world revolution, we as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. We must rapidly begin...we must rapidly begin the shift from a thing-oriented society to a person-oriented society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights, are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, extreme materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered.

A true revolution of values will soon cause us to question the fairness and justice of many of our past and present policies. On the one hand, we are called to play the Good Samaritan on life's roadside, but that will be only an initial act. One day we must come to see that the whole Jericho Road must be transformed so that men and women will not be constantly beaten and robbed as they make their journey on life's highway. True compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar. It comes to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring.

A true revolution of values will soon look uneasily on the glaring contrast of poverty and wealth. With righteous indignation, it will look across the seas and see individual capitalists of the West investing huge sums of money in Asia, Africa, and South America, only to take the profits out with no concern for the social betterment of the countries, and say, "This is not just." It will look at our alliance with the landed gentry of South America and say, "This is not just." The Western arrogance of feeling that it has everything to teach others and nothing to learn from them is not just.

A true revolution of values will lay hand on the world order and say of war, "This way of settling differences is not just." This business of burning human beings with napalm, of filling our nation's homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into the veins of peoples normally humane, of sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice, and love. A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.

America, the richest and most powerful nation in the world, can well lead the way in this revolution of values. There is nothing except a tragic death wish to prevent us from reordering our priorities so that the pursuit of peace will take precedence over the pursuit of war. There is nothing to keep us from molding a recalcitrant status quo with bruised hands until we have fashioned it into a brotherhood.

This kind of positive revolution of values is our best defense against communism. War is not the answer. Communism will never be defeated by the use of atomic bombs or nuclear weapons. Let us not join those who shout war and, through their misguided passions, urge the United States to relinquish its participation in the United Nations. These are days which demand wise restraint and calm reasonableness. We must not engage in a negative anticommunism, but rather in a positive thrust for democracy, realizing that our greatest defense against communism is to take offensive action in behalf of justice. We must with positive action seek to remove those conditions of poverty, insecurity, and injustice, which are the fertile soil in which the seed of communism grows and develops.



Saturday, January 15, 2011

Saturday With Simone

So.... we didn't get out in the woods like I'd hoped, but I didn't push very hard - it was raining and gray all day.

We did, however, play bunnies, listen to lots of music, make a present, eat yummy food, learn to pour from a pitcher, put a jig-saw puzzle together, tell stories, and take a bath by candle light. We spent the last 2 hours or so with just candles (well, and the stove light while I was cooking). We walked around with the candle and explored the house - even feeding Hazel in the dark.

A nice day all in all.

Now it's time to watch Firefly and knit!

Saturday Morning

Pancakes and Atole with Simone. Mmmm....

Sunday, January 09, 2011

Drinking and Sipping Chocolate

Santa brought me a block of Drinking and Sipping Chocolate, and last night I made it.

Mmmmmm.... delicious, two thumbs up! A wonderful replacement for the no-longer-available Chantico drink from Starbucks.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Simone in the new year


We went to the beach for the week between Christmas and New Year's. We luckily caught 2 days of blue skies and sun (pretty cold though) in between a bunch of rain. Nana and Grandpa were there, and Tim, Maria, and Tomas joined us for a day and night.

Simone and Tomas had a great time together and wore each other out rescuing each other from Grandpa, reading books together, and playing on the beach. We hadn't seen the Johoski's in probably 1.5 years and it was nice to catch up. Tim made some tasty paella for everyone.

Tim took the photo above and did a little photo-shopping to get the effects. Pretty nice.

We were out at a really low tide. The waves were far enough away that there was about 100-150 feet of flat sand with a film of water on top - it looked like a mirror and made for some (hopefully) pretty photographs.

Simone and I were paying attention and did not get caught by a wave like Tim and Tomas. Luckily, Tim only got his feet wet.

We measured Simone at the beach, she's grown an inch since September, and is now over 40" tall.

And tonight we learned that Simone can reach the medicine cabinet all by herself, open it up to get her tooth brush and paste, brush, and put it all back.

Simone got a nice, long nap on the drive back, so we're watching movies tonight. We started off with "Heidi" but that was a bit scary (the grandpa is pretty grumpy and mean), so we switched to Kipper, which has proved again to be a favorite. Such a simple show, but very kind and fun.

And, not only did our neighbor, Maddie, take care of Jupiter and the chickens, she also brought over a friendship cake (yum!) tonight. It feels a little backwards - we should be giving her something. It's a give and take.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Sigh...

It's the Sunday before Christmas, the sun is shining, it's warm, there's blue sky.

And I'm about to climb into the attic to try to figure out why the bathroom fan is dripping water.


wheee....

Friday, December 17, 2010

Walkies

I've been heading up into McDonald Forest with Hazel, up road 6021, trying to find new ways to get elevation into the walk to make it a good workout. The trails I'd used in the fall are way to wet and slippery, so I'm mostly confined to roads.

The weather has been pretty nice lately. I happened to drive through a rainstorm on Tuesday to get to the trail-head with pretty much blue skies. On the last two trips I've taken the camera and here are some shots.


Saturday, December 11, 2010

Headaches, part 2

Simone had another headache today. Just a little one, behind the eyebrow.

She said, "my brain is biting, biting, biting me."

This one didn't peek out her nose, but came up from her stomach, through her throat and into her brain.

It was very cute, not at all the disturbing sense that I'm getting now that I'm typing this...

A Hat!

A hat, I knit my very first hat.

It's for Miles' and Robie's baby girl (due end of January). Simone had a hat very much like this one, and people think this style is very cute. Not bad for my first non-washcloth project.


And now on to my next project - a mobius strip!

Tweet!

Simone has some new pajamas.

I noticed that one of them has a cute little purple bird on the shirt, shaped kind of like a paisley.

And it's saying "tweet. tweet."

I think it's her first geek shirt, it's a twitter shirt in disguise.

I was hoping her first geek shirt would be about Emacs, or xkcd.

Advent Spiral Walk

This week at preschool we had the Advent Spiral Walk. It's a beautiful way to celebrate Advent. Each of the kids (then the parents) walk with a candle into the center of the spiral, light it, and then walk out, placing the candle somewhere along the path coming out. A lady plays songs on a cello the whole time. The kids love it.

Some of the kids walk fast, some shuffle along, last year one of the kids walked with super slow and exaggerated steps (like a cartoon character trying overly hard to be quiet). Simone walked in very peacefully, lit the candle, walked out a ways and placed the candle. Then she proceeded to do spins, arabesques, and other ballet moves the rest of the way out. It was awesome.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Simone Update

Her favorite stuffed animal is "KittyCat" (or "Daisy" when her name comes out). And just the other day, Simone gave KittyCat a bath. KittyCat's nose is pink! Who knew?

Simone is climbing bunches. On the couch, on the chair, on me (when I crouch down to put something away).

Oooh, and she's ringing the doorbell right now. Gotta run.

Edited to add: Upon coming in, she started climbing on me.

Doodling In Math Class

I saw this page and was blown away by the doodles and Vi Hart's humor and explanation of the intricacies of math and doodles. They're well worth the watch.

(hat tip Ze Frank)


Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Random Thoughts

Corvallis has been smelling of cigars lately. Very odd.

I've recently seen a couple of people defend/promote vegetarianism on the argument that it's immoral to eat animals, for they are animals with the same right to live as humans. Usually bolstering the argument with the fact that most meat/eggs/dairy is produced in a CAFO setting (akin to torture, with which I agree). I understand that, but why differentiate between animals and plants? Are plants not as alive as animals? Shouldn't they be accorded the same rights?

Plants are the tallest organisms (trees), oldest (trees), largest by area (fungus), etc.

It seems kind of arbitrary.

Thursday, December 02, 2010

Terrorism

Recently I read this article: Schneier on Security: Close the Washington Monument, which (more or less) leads off with:
I think we should close the monument entirely. Let it stand, empty and inaccessible, as a monument to our fears.
The actions we've taken to make ourselves more "secure" just feel like theater, or at best, crude political overtures in order to get funding/be re-elected.

I've found these articles to be somewhat sobering, and I hope that people in power start to read this kind of thing and take a few steps back toward thinking rationally.
A little thinking can go a long way...

Monday, November 29, 2010

Headaches

Simone didn't feel well today. She woke up with the sniffles and hung out on the couch most of the day. Thankfully, by the end of the day she was doing hand-stands on the couch, and by the time I got home from work, she was very bubbly and energetic in the bath tub. We read a couple Clifford stories in bed, said the nighttime verse, and sang a song. Very sweet.

While lying in bed, Simone told me that headaches leave through your mouth while you sleep. I said, "really?" And that's when I learned

Headaches go down your head and peek out your nose, then down into your mouth, and out your open mouth while you sleep.

Lesson learned.