Thursday, February 28, 2008

Reference? Can I Get a Reference, Please?

It bothers me that novelists occasionally will quote other writers without indicating where the quotation comes from. I'm not talking about quotations that preceed text necessarily, although it's nice to have sources for those as well, rather I'm talking about quotations appearing within the text. (Stephen King is very good about identifying his liftings, I've noticed.)

I mean nothing against Jan Karon, mind you, but here is an example from A Light in the Window that I asked my mother to find for me over the weekend:

"We are not necessarily doubting," said C.S. Lewis, "that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be."
(240)

I really like this quote, but haven't read the book it was taken from. Is this from The Problem of Pain?

While I'm thinking about it, I thought it funny/odd/sinister that there is a character on Lost this season named Charlotte Staples Lewis.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Parker Eating An Apple

...which means lots of little apple bits to sweep up off my floor.

Freedom and Care

For which am I more responsible:
Doing what I believe is right by exercising my own freedom in Christ, or
Being sensitive to other's weaknesses?
I think the answer will be different depending on the context. What's your guideline? When does one outweigh the other?

I notice that on my friend Jim's blog he often raises questions that he already has developed some sort of answer to. Must come from being a philosopher. I, on the other hand, do not have an answer, just vague ponderings.

Everybody's Free (to Wear Sunscreen)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfq_A8nXMsQ

This was my first encounter with anything by Baz Luhrmann. It was played on the radio a lot in 1998, so during my Sophomore year of college, though don't quote me on that. The highlight of this track is the text, in the form of a commencement address that was anecdotally mis-attributed to Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. I thought it was wonderful at the time, and while I don't completely subscribe to every bit of advice that is offered, I still think it is wonderful. I remember being very impressed that such a message was being carried over commercial radio.

I'd never seen the video before this morning, so I can't vouch for all of its images. There are a few sexual images, but nothing more offensive than the Dove body wash commercials I've been seeing on television lately.

This song won my loyalty as a Baz Luhrmann fan.

Introducing *Strictly Ballroom*

Strictly Ballroom is one of my favorite movies. It's the first movie in what has come to be known as Baz Luhrmann's Red Curtain trilogy, which also includes William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet, and Moulin Rouge. The movie started as a play that I think Baz and his friends wrote and performed while in college. It took a little while for me to win Michael over, but once he was won, he was won.

It is romantic, but as far as the storyline goes it is very conventional. It doesn't take long to figure out what kind of movie it is, and romantically there are no surprises. It is a light romance in that, while love is not treated as something trivial, there is no promise at the end that certain characters are destined to marry, though that is quite possible. There does seem to be a promise at the end that certain characters are going to stay married, which is one of my favorite things about the movie. The romance isn't the point.

Other than the storyline, I don't think that anything else about the movie is conventional. It is highly theatrical, and as its title would imply, involves a lot of dancing. If you know much about dancing yourself, you will quickly realize that most of the dancing is entirely made up for comic effect. If I remember correctly, only two of the actors in the film are real, true-to-life dancers.

Expect comedy (sometimes in the form of melodrama), expect wild costumes and make-up, and expect Australian actors. As I said, this is one of my favorite films.

The Giving and Withholding of Grace, Part II

The first part of this story left me in tears on the pavement outside of Wal-mart, and angry because of the unprofessional behavior that had brought me to this point. I wanted to call the insurance adjuster and tell him how mad I was. I wanted him to know that his choice to call me back so late in the day had left a family stranded for the weekend.

This was my thought process:

I shouldn't call this guy while I'm angry. If I don't call this guy he won't know what an inconsiderate mistake he's made; he won't know that he shouldn't have called me only fifteen minutes before leaving the office. He might not realize what he's done to me, and surely will I seethe in frustration for the next three days if I don't get this out of my system now. I might lose steam and not be able to complain if I don't do this right now.

So I called and left a message on his voice mail. I stood up for myself. I told him, in the message, that he had handled this situation very poorly and that he had left us in a very sorry position.

When he called me back Monday morning he was nothing but professional. I don't even know if he heard the message I had left him that Friday afternoon.

We were not, in fact, left without a car. One was provided for us on Saturday even though the insurance company didn't move on it until the following Monday evening/ Tuesday. I spent a lot of time worrying that the insurance company never would step in and that their client would be out the money she was willing to spend to see us in a rental car. I thought about all the reasons and excuses that might explain why the insurance adjuster didn't call me in a timely manner.

The entire encounter made me think about the grace that we can potentially extend to those around us. Perhaps the insurance adjuster needed some harsh truth spoken in his life. On the other hand, perhaps I should have extended grace to him by choosing to speak gently instead of in anger. There's really no way for me to know. I feel this tension between defending and/or protecting myself and Jesus's command to love your neighbor as yourself. It might do me good to go back and review what Dr. Allender has to say about love in response to real harm.

God was gracious to us in the midst of this accident, though it takes a while to remove myself enough to acknowledge it. So many different things could have happened. The individual who hit me could have been hostile, or too young to care about what happened to us. It could, theoretically, have been another hit and run, which is something I have experienced before. We could have been hurt, or the insurance company could have tried to force us to do something with our car that we wouldn't have wanted to do. None of these things were true. Parker was little more than nudged in his car seat, and the other driver cared very much about our wellbeing. My five year driving record is no longer pristine, but how much does that really matter?

Wouldn't it be nice if we knew how to be as gracious as Jesus is, and were close enough to him to know when to modify that grace with hardness?

Our minor collision gave me something else to write and think about.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Apathy, and My Question of the Day

I promised you the rest of the story today, but find that I'm not in the mood. Does lack of sleep always lead to apathy?

Several questions came to me in the night that I was going to pose, but I don't even remember what they were. Oh, yes, I just remembered one of them:

At what age did you let your children climb on the playground equipment and go down the slide entirely on their own? Did you let them start small and work their way up? How did they get the training they needed to do such an independent thing?

The Giving and Withholding of Grace, Part I

The Insurance Adjust let me down in a big way on the Friday before my birthday.

Parker and I had been involved in a minor traffic accident early that Friday morning, and our car had been towed away to a Collision Center to undergo minor (and I mean very minor) repairs. The car had to be towed only because it's tire (or tyre, in some of the literature I've been reading lately) had been blown out, and because towing is what the insurance company recommended. The accident happened around 8:15 a.m.

My friend explained to the insurance company that this was our only vehicle, so we were told that we'd be contacted about a rental sometime that afternoon.

Parker had been suffering from a cold that wasn't getting any better, so I finally called the pediatrician's office that morning to get him a prescription for medicine. I turned the ringer back on my phone because I was concerned that I might miss that all important call from the insurance company. No call from the insurance company came.

My mother brought me her car so that I could get Parker's medicine. I took my cell phone with me so that I wouldn't miss that call. I stood in line at Wal-mart to do the preliminary work since I had not picked up a prescription there before.

As I moved toward the front of the store, my cell phone alerted me that I had missed a call. It was the insurance adjuster. "Please call me back. I'll be leaving the office in about fifteen minutes, so if I don't speak with you by then, I'll talk to you early Monday morning," his message told me. The message had been left twenty minutes ago.

I rushed outside to get a signal. The entrance attendant was standing near the doors making sure that the designated entrances and exits were observed. This never happens at Wal-mart, and it slowed me down.

I crouched outside near the soda machines to return the insurance adjuster's call. "Please if you get this message call me back! I've been standing in line waiting to get medicine for my sick child and I really need a car to drive this weekend. Please call me back."

But I was so upset. Why did this guy wait until the end of the day to call me? Why couldn't I talk with someone who could tell me what to do? How were we going to get around all weekend without a vehicle? Happy Birthday to me.

I'll give you the rest of the story, including the actual point of the story during normal waking hours in the Fox household.

Reviewing What I Wrote While Under the Influence of the Last Bottle of Wine I'll Probably Buy for a While

It is now 4:30 in the morning and I am reading all this over again because I can't go back to sleep. I notice I got a little melodramatic there near the end. These are not high and lofty things. These are every day, work day truths.

When I encounter individuals moving through my world, they become members of my life. These individuals impact me for good or for ill--rarely do I come across anyone whose effect is purely neutral--and of course the same is true of the effect I have on them. It's like the interaction between me and the plants I do or do not water. When I give them water, they have the opportunity to grow. When I do not give them water, in most cases I not only deny them the opportunity to grow, but I actually deny them the opportunity to go on living in good health.

I'm mentally floating around an idea here that is very difficult clearly to describe. The impact individuals in my life have on me is subtle--sometimes it is purely internal, and can easily go unnoticed by anyone but God. They adjust my attitudes in simple ways, they widen my awareness.

What all of this should lead me to is the knowledge that I must bathe my every day, moment, action and interaction in prayer and in scripture. It would be so nice if I could figure out exactly what this would look like. Prayer is an activity I probably misunderstand, misuse, and too often neglect.

Let's see what other kind of intellectual morass I can get myself into at 4:45 in the morning.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

How Much Does It Mean to Know That Others Care?

A woman of my acquaintance asked me how I was this morning. She was in fact interested in knowing whether or not I had recovered from my illness of the week before. I cannot tell you how nice it was to know that someone in the world, other than my family, was interested in my recovery from sickness. This meant the world to me and I realized what a difference it makes when you let others know when you are ill. One friend brought me food; another asked me how I was--both events made me feel as though I were loved. While I have been loved before, I must admit that this form of community is a new experience for me. A dear friend once brought me a snack while I labored under an undergraduate deadline; I begin to understand what that variety of care feels like once again.

Relationships: I Become More and More Convinced That They Are the Most Important Things

This morning in church I realized that, if I want to have relationships, I shall have to pursue them. I also noted that relationships are important to me. I want to become more aware of the ways in which people are brought into my life. I want to be more purposeful in the way that I pursue them. This point was carried home within the context of the Bible study I attended just this evening.

I figure that the moment I acknowledge an individual's presence in my life, I should see this as a sign that the Holy Spirit desires to act through me in some way. After all, my acquaintances fall under my sphere of influence as Stephen Covey would describe things.

I had a gift to take to a young woman in my church who recently had had a baby. As I contemplated my desire to visit her in the hospital, I became aware that I was acquainted with a nurse who worked delivery, and that she herself would be expecting her own baby at any time. This nurse had been a classmate of mine in high school. She and I were never close, in fact we were not even friends, but my feeling toward her had changed since Parker came into my world. Parker has changed all sorts of things, which is part and parcel of his status as a gift from God. I had a gift to give to her as well.

I wrote this nurse a card in which I told her that if she ever needed to talk she could phone me. I told her that complaints were welcome, as I know from my own experience that sometimes you simply need someone to talk to when times are hard. Sometimes you need someone to whine to other than your husband. I was fortunate in that I had such a friend, after Parker was born, and I have long desired to continue to be such a friend to others who are in need. Unfortunately you only rarely come across anyone who will take you up on such an offer. I myself am guilty of ignoring the offers of those who have reached out to me. Perhaps I should contact these saints and beg of them their forgiveness.

Perhaps I shall as I become more and more convicted of these things. But it is late.

More Champagne

It seems that the only alcohol I can afford is Champagne. I thought I'd buy another bottle since I had some birthday money to spend, and I found that of all the vintages I can obtain at Wal-mart, Cook's Champagne is the cheapest. I think I've mentioned before that under normal circumstances I have a hard time justifying the expense. So now I wonder, what is the difference between Cook's Brut, and Cook's Extra Dry? Can anybody tell me what these distinctions mean?

My #1 Reason Why 30 Rock is Worth Watching

When I saw the ads late last year I thought, I'm never going to watch a primetime television show starring Alec Baldwin. Then my brother Daniel said it was good, said that if I liked The Office, I'd like 30 Rock, I saw Tina Fey probably for the first time ever, and I was hooked.

Here's why 30 Rock is worth watching; it's because of lines like this:

Tracy Jordan (as stereotypical black male star, including entourage. Tracy has just discovered that he isn't actually the best Halo player ever): Grizz, if Kenneth can beat me and you can beat Kenneth, then by the transitive property, you should be able to beat me too!

The implication is that Grizz hasn't been playing fairly.

Here's another example. Realize, I'm transcribing these lines from memory, so they're probably less than perfect.

Jena (overweight female comedy star, trying to save her career by losing weight): Tell me about my crazy surgical options.

Dr. Spaceman (his name is pronounced as though it were Italian, spa-che'-maen): Well, Jena, there are some wonderful crazy surgical options available to you. How about Crystal Meth--(something something something. He holds up a brochure with the words "You do the Meth" printed on the front). How important is teeth retention to you?

Jena: Somewhat important (she responds slowly).

This is truly funny stuff. Sometimes the politico-religious satire is too dead-on.

Tracy Jordan: What's your religion, Liz Lemon?

Lemon: I pretty much do whatever Oprah tells me.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Does Diaper Changing Violate Some Sort of Ancient Patriarchal Ideal?

I just finished reading The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith. I think it is interesting that while I greatly enjoyed his 44 Scotland Street Series, I haven't particularly liked any of his other books that I have read. I wonder why this is?

I'm not saying The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency wasn't good. It was. And I probably will continue to read books in this series. However I found early in the book that I fundamentally objected to a white man writing in the first person as an Botswanian woman, no matter how much time said gentleman has spent living in Africa. I think this is probably an unjust objection, but there it is. I also have a problem with the continual shifting of perspective that takes place within the book. McCall Smith writes both in the first person, as many different characters, and in the omniscient voice throughout the text, as he did in 44 Scotland Street, but here I find this troubling, whereas in the former I did not. I think that I am just being really, really picky here.

I found the following amusing. At one point near the end of the text a character reflects on his disengagement from the new ways of doing things. "Some women actually expect their husbands to change their babies nappies," he considers, with great discomfort. I am very happy to say that my husband has never, ever complained about having to change Parker's diapers, which he has done on numerous occasions. What a good man he is, too.

Hard to Shop With An Almost Year and a Half Old (Gasp!) Parker

We took Parker with us to the mall (to get Michael's hair cut) and to Target this afternoon. The outing didn't go quite as well as I would have preferred. Now that Parker is able to walk he is unsatisfied with sitting in the buggy or stroller. He wants to head out on his own, and of course such a thing cannot be allowed.

This makes my life just a bit more difficult in that I have to find time to do the necessary shopping when Parker and I are not alone together. The ideal situation would see Parker running around the store chased by a caretaker, while I took care of business. Unfortunately this is not a very practical idea.

Library Antics

Friday afternoon I took Parker to the public library after joining Jim and Michael for lunch. Almost as soon as we walked through the door, once I had cruised the new fiction shelves, he headed for the stairs.

Up and down. Up and down.

I kept telling him to watch out for other people using the stairs, and for the most part he was compliant, but the more he climbed, the more energetic he became. It was as if my baby were high on caffeine, I thought. Oh the giggles that ensued.

At some point two men stopped on the stairs right next to us. One said to the other, "This is exactly how Mrs. Doubtfire fell down the stairs in Mommy Dearest," or at least, that is what I thought I heard. I don't know what the point of that comment was, but it made me feel as though I needed to leave the library, and quickly. It isn't that I was offended by the comment or took it personally in any way; rather it was that I was already paranoid about the effect my son's behavior was having on the people around me.

I guess in the end all that matters is that I found the books I had been looking for for months, and that Parker had a really good time. The lady at the reference desk told me that all the children enjoy going up and down the stairs, so I guess it was good that at least I didn't let my child do such a thing unsupervised.

When shall we go to the library by ourselves again? I just don't know.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Question of the Day

I was at a friend's house a couple of weeks ago, and she handed me a cup of coffee that was part decaf and part regular. I know that some people regularly mix the two, and I wondered what the reasons were.

Decaf Straight Up Latte, Please

This is really sad: I decided the other day that, after fifteen years or more, I was pretty much going to have to give up drinking regular (i.e. caffeinated) coffee. I don't mean to totally give it up. If I'm at my parents, or a friends, house and they're serving regular coffee before noon, I probably will still drink it, but I'm probably going to have to stop making it at home.

I've found that drinking caffeinated coffee makes me feel a little ill. It's been a long, drawn out, accidental weaning process.

In college I was disdainful of decaf and was able to drink regular coffee at any time of the evening without it interfering with my ability to sleep. Several years ago (post-college) I went through about a week where I didn't sleep at all (this wasn't at all voluntary), and ever since then I have had to avoid caffeine after, let's say, 5:00.

Before Michael and I were engaged I used to drink coca-cola many times a day. At some point in our courtship he decided that the carbonation was a possible health risk (I still have my doubts), but when he asked me to start limiting myself to one coca-cola a day I willingly agreed. I still love Coca-cola, but these days I rarely buy it and so I commonly go months without drinking soda of any kind.

Then while I was pregnant with Parker, I gave caffeine up (almost) entirely because I didn't want to take a chance on its effecting the baby.

I'll still drink tea; I'll still drink coke, but the caffeinated coffee will have to be put on hold. Decaf isn't that bad, is it?

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Past Time Photos of Parker Were Posted




I haven't posted any pictures of Parker in a while, so here are a few to bring you up to date. He had a great time this morning playing with his friend Joshua. Joshua and his mother got to spend several hours with us this morning and we all had a lot of fun. I love how having a friend in the house makes me a more responsible mother. We played in the yard as we never can when it's just the two of us. I made chicken pasta salad for lunch, when I could have chosen to watch tv or read while he was napping instead. Parker wouldn't eat any of the food I made but at least it was available to him, my friend enjoyed it, and the kitchen got cleaned up to boot. Sometimes I wish I could have a friend over every day.

Kelly's Question of the Day

I like olives, and so I had looked forward to adding green olives to the pasta that I cooked all last week for lunch. Unfortunately the olives tasted too much of the vinegar they were packed in, so my question is this: How do you get your olives to taste like olives instead of tasting of vinegar, which is so much less delicious?

My pasta tasted more like olives when I drizzled it with olive oil. It was very disappointing.

Medicine? Not Enough to Battle This Cold


I bought myself a bottle of cheap champagne to celebrate my 31st birthday. I brought it home with the other items I had gone to Wal-mart to buy, and just mentioned to my mother, whose car I had driven, and who was therefore at my house, that I had bought some nighttime cold and flu medicine for myself along with the medicine Parker needed. She thought that I was referring to the champagne.

I needed the medicine much more than I needed the champagne, and so I had to wait several days before opening it. You may be able to see in this picture that the champagne I bought was extra dry, not a good choice considering that I've been battling a sore throat this entire week. Last night I really paid the price for drinking dry white wine without enough water to recompense. I will not make the same mistake tonight, I must remind myself.

Sometimes Friends Help You Figure Things Out Without Even Realizing They're Doing So

I've been trying to write something about Baz Luhrmann for days now and it just hasn't been working, so I started reading a friends blog and I realized, if this isn't my week to write about Baz Luhrmann, I've just got to let it go. So I'll write about something else for a while.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

More Music, More Music

Thanks to John (www.oneambition.com) I'm fighting an urge to immediately download every musical track that I see. Kevin Max, Over the Rhine, Buddy Miller; or what's the name of that singer Jim loaned us who sounds like Billie Holiday?

Christian: Do you like Billie Holiday?

Cher: Ooh, I love him (as he looks at her incredulously).

--Clueless


I'm blaming this entirely on John. He got me to look at the recommendations on my Amazon.com account.

I do not download mp3s. If there's something I want I get Michael to download it for me, and thus far it's only been the occasional Waterdeep/Don or Lori Chaffer offering.

I'm fighting the urge by copying more cds to my laptop; ones that I already own. Here's a list of the CDs I'm adding to my laptop so I can have music with me wherever I go:

The Girl in the Other Room -- Diana Krall
Strong Hand of Love: A Tribute to Mark Heard -- Various Artists
Music from Baz Luhrman's Film Moulin Rouge! -- Various Artists
Barry and Michelle Patterson 2: So High
Getz/Gilberto: Stan Getz and Joao Gilberto featuring Antonio Carlos Jobim
Music for Hot Summer Nights -- Various Artists (a CD we picked up at Tuesday Morning that turned out to be really good. It includes several good jazz tracks, but also Watermelon Man, a version of Norwegian Wood and a Gil Scott-Heron tune.)
Never Say Dinosaur -- Various Artists (it's a Petra Tribute)
Nico: Chelsea Girl
Across a Wire -- Counting Crows

I couldn't find Canticle of the Plain, or my Magnolia Soundtrack, which is the only reason those cds have not been included.

Menu Planning revisited

Early in the life of this blog I complained that I had a hard time making up grocery lists before going to the store. Jim's sister, Julie, came to my aid with some tips and advice on how she makes the job a bit more manageable (including a delicious recipe for Calzones). I'd post the reference, but I'm too lazy to look it up this morning.

A few weeks ago my friend Melanie gave me a wonderful tool that has made my menu planning and grocery list making so much easier. It's so simple it'll probably make me sound a bit ridiculous. Believe me, I don't mind at all. It's so funny how some things are so obvious I would probably never figure them out on my own in a million years.

It's a calendar: a little pocket calendar with just enough room to write out what I plan to cook each night. Here's why I think this tool is actually working for me. There's something magical about having someone hand you something and tell you, "Here. I thought you could use this to write out your menu plans."

Writing out a menu plan on a calendar is certainly not a new idea. It's isn't even new to me. How many of my friends, including my mother, have suggested such a thing over the years? Not to mention books that I have read. Only now I actually have a calendar that is dedicated only to that purpose. And you know what? It's actually working for me.

How suggestible I am, my husband might point out.

Here's how it's working for me so far:

Most of the time I'm only writing down main courses. I don't often have the presence of mind to plan out the entire meal before I head to the grocery store. For side items, I try to keep certain staples in the house (potatoes, frozen vegetables, rice), and perhaps a few days after I have listed out my main courses I can go back in and add sides to the plan. I might buy lettuce at the store on a whim or I might not. I have a love/hate relationship with lettuce.

The first two week plan was so easy it was ridiculous. There were several dishes I knew that I tended to make over and over, and so it was easy for me to write those down. The second two week plan was a little harder because I needed to be a little more creative. Next time I may simply repeat my first two week plan, but spend some time thinking about what other recipes I might add to my repertoire. That seems like a more manageable plan than trying to come up with my whole entire kitchen life all at once.

The other way in which the calendar is making my life easier is this: having a menu plan has provided other opportunities to make my cooking life a little easier. Marla Cilley of Flylady.com always says to decide in the morning what you are going to do for dinner that night. Now that I have a menu plan listed on my calendar it is so much easier for me to remember to take the meat out of the refrigerator to thaw. I can even chop up onions early if I feel up to it. And so far, we've only had to make a McDonald's run once, and only once have I cooked a frozen pizza off schedule. So far, so good. I hope that I can keep it up, but so far it seems entirely manageable.

Baking Disaster/Baking Triumph, Part II

So many of these things seem to be common sense, but obviously, when it comes to cooking, I've been a slow starter. Virtually every time I step into the kitchen it is an alien experiment, which is funny considering I do it every day.

Here's how I saved the day as far as Sunday School was concerned. Last week when I went grocery shopping, I went ahead and picked up a special ingredient so I could make scones to take to church just in case the Overnight Bubble Bread (see previous post) didn't work. I'm really glad I did.

I have a really simple recipe for scones using Bisquick. I've made these many times on a whim for breakfast, or in anticipation of a morning visit from a friend, but I had never made the glaze to go over the scones because, while the main recipe allows milk as a substitution for heavy cream, the glaze recipe does not. The scones as I normally make them (with whole milk) are more dry than my husband prefers. Since I had actually planned this in advance, however, I already had heavy cream in the refrigerator waiting to go.

The cream made all the difference.

The glaze only called for half a cup of confectioner's sugar and one tablespoon of heavy cream, but when I mixed the cream in with a spoon I wound up with a mound of sugar with a little bit of sludge floating in the middle. So I added another tablespoon of cream and that particular problem was solved. The glaze still looked more like a paste than a glaze, so I put it on top of the oven to warm while the dough baked.

The dough mixed up fairly well with the appropriate addition of cream, but some of the dry ingredients didn't want to incorporate, so I formed the dough into a ball and poured some additional cream over the top. I worked the rest of the dough together with my hands and then flattened the whole thing on a greased baking sheet. Usually you would cut the dough into eight pieces before baking, but I did more since I would be feeding lots of people.

Coming out of the oven, the scones seemed a little underdone in the middle. I couldn't just drizzle the glaze over the top because it was too thick, but I did what I could under the circumstances, and it turned out quite all right. The glaze melted as it hit the hot bread, making it a little bit easier to spread. By the time I got the plate to church the goopier pieces had become more solid. By the time Sunday School started it was perfect!

These scones were much more moist than those I had made before. The flavor was terrific, and the glaze really did make a difference to the taste. I may have just discovered a new item to add to my list of refrigerator staples: heavy cream.

While I'm talking about cream, I'd just like to mention that I've been using dried nonfat milk in my coffee the last couple of weeks, and it seems to work just as well if not better than commercial dry creamers. I haven't looked into the price differential yet, but my idea is that if I keep dry milk around the house to use in my coffee, I'll at least have some recourse in a cooking emergency requiring milk.

Baking Disaster/Baking Triumph--for Melanie

Sunday morning I was supposed to bring in some sort of snack for my father's Sunday School class to enjoy. I had several ideas last week of what I might make, but I settled on Overnight Bubble Bread, a recipe to be found in Not Just Beans, a cookbook given to me by my cooking/homemaking mentor, Melanie.

It's a simple recipe in which you may dip partially thawed frozen rolls in melted butter, followed with a fragrant mixture of sugar and cinnamon. The bread then rises overnight, to be baked for half an hour in the morning. Very simple.

Or it might have been, had I read the package directions for the frozen dough instead of relying on what was written in the book. Perhaps the refrigerator rising method works perfectly well for the dough that can be made per another recipe in the book, but it doesn't work for the rolls you find in your grocer's freezer case. Here's what happened:

The book said to let the frozen rolls thaw for fifteen minutes before assembling the recipe. I did this, of course, but the dough was still frozen pretty solid by the time fifteen minutes had expired, so I put the entire bag in the microwave for some small amount of time (maybe as long as 5 minutes) on 30% power. Then I melted the butter in a cereal bowl.

Now I do several recipes where chicken is dipped first in a moistening agent, and then in dry breadcrumbs or some similar mixture. I have found in that process that it works better if I wash and dry my chicken and then coat all of the pieces in the moistening agent before starting to dip them in the crumbs. This helps me avoid getting crud caked on my fingers, and it's faster. I thought I'd do the same with my frozen rolls.

It didn't work the same way.

By the time I had dipped several rolls, I realized that the butter had been frozen in the process, and frozen butter does not hold spices well at all. That's what I learned Saturday night. Sunday morning I learned that frozen rolls will not rise in the fridge. They need a much warmer temperature to activate the yeast.

Sunday afternoon I learned something new.

I had used the entire bag of frozen rolls to make my bubble bread, so my grandmother's bunt pan was filled to the top with little frozen pellets. By the time we made it home from church that afternoon, the top of the oven, where I had left the rolls to rise, looked like it had been overtaken by tribbles!

Puffy bread dough was everywhere, spilling out of the pan. We tried to push some of the dough back into the pan with our fingers, but all that did was cause some of the dough to fall. When I say fall, I mean the dough went flat, and did not rise again.

I didn't have time to bake the bread that afternoon, and I was afraid that the recipe had turned into a disaster. Next morning all the dough appeared to have fallen. I threw it in the oven anyway for the requisite amount of time at the requisite temperature.

The breakfast treat that came out of the oven was delicious, like a cinnamon roll large enough to feed several people. It would have been even better had I used chopped nuts, which were optional to the recipe.

Next time I try this recipe I'll do it right and see what comes out.

My kitchen still smells like yeast.

Monday, February 11, 2008

More on *Danny Deckchair*

I mentioned earlier that the hero of this film goes through something like a mid-life crisis, by which I mean that he does something crazy, making his life over as a result. He finds that he isn't really the person he thought he was (an inconsequential manual laborer), and that he doesn't belong in the confining city of his past.

Here's what I found most interesting about this film:

Danny shares a house with his girlfriend, about whom Jimmy "the Tulip" Tudeski (The Whole Nine Yards, another of my favorite movies--Matthew Perry is hilarious) would say, "She's not a good person."

They live together, but they aren't married (not to mention the fact that she's about to embark on an affair)--and so I am not disturbed when Danny runs off and falls in love with someone else. However, had they been married, I would have found this very troubling.

For instance, in the movie Diaries of a Mad Black Woman, the heroine gets revenge against her cheating husband, divorces him and starts a new life with someone else. While I very much like the movie, I am troubled by the divorce because in the course of the film the husband "mends his evil ways," to use a cliche. This is very troubling to me because of what I believe about the sanctity of marriage, and Tyler Perry admits many of his fans were disappointed in the ending, which was different from that of the play.

In Danny Deckchair the fact that Danny and what's-her-name aren't married does away with this predicament.

What does this imply about marriage?

Michael has some good comments to add to this, by the way.

Candles and *Clueless*

Does anyone else horde scented candles like I do?

I love candles, and honestly they contribute to my general wellbeing during the winter months. Less so now that I get to be home during the day. The thing is, I buy these candle, or receive them as gifts, and then I put them under my bed and just keep them. Sure, I have some scattered around the house and I do burn them, but I keep them sitting out well past the point when they should be thrown away. I continue to keep them or burn them even after I've reached the last inch of wax. That's one reason I like incense, because I'm less tempted to keep it around as decorative matter. You pretty much burn it , enjoy the fragrance, and that's that.

Parker and I are watching Clueless. I always enjoy Travis Berkenstock (Breckin Meyer)'s speech after his homeroom teacher, played by Wallace Shawn, announces the number of tardies he has accrued.

This is so unexpected. I-I didn't even have a speech prepared, uh, but I would like to say this: Tardiness is not something you can do all on your own. Many, many people contributed to my tardiness. Uh, I'd like to thank my parents for never giving me a ride to school; the L.A. City Bus driver, for taking a chance on an unknown kid; and uh, last but not least the wonderful crew of McDonald's for spending hours making those Egg-McMuffins without which I might never be tardy.

It loses something in print, but Meyer delivers it perfectly. Another great line from this movie:

Cher's main thrill in life is a make-over, okay. It gives her a sense of control in a world full of chaos.

You may not realize that Clueless is based on Jane Austen's Emma, and instead of simply being a shallow teenage movie, it is actually an effective adaptation. I've always thought this movie was an excellent candidate for discussion, especially for those with teenagers who have to make choices in a threatening world. It's full of objectionable material, but provides an excellent opportunity to go over some important issues with your kids.

Another film I seriously recommend for discussing with your kids is Akeelah and the Bee. Very good movie, if formulaic. The formula of the film itself is an interesting topic for discussion.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Australian Actors, Australian Films

Must get some sleep before Parker wakes us up bright and early in the morning, but I just wanted to note that we saw the movie Danny Deckchair over the weekend. This is a romantic comedy set in Australia, starring Rhys Ifans (Notting Hill) and Miranda Otto (Lord of the Rings Trilogy). It was quite an enjoyable movie, if some of the details were rather far-fetched. We were pleased to see two Australian actors in the film who appeared in an episode of one of our favorite Sci-Fi series, Farscape, which is peopled with many Australian actors as well.

Lots of Australia going around our house these days:

The Dish, which is about the Parks, Australia satellite station that tracked the progress of the Apollo 11 moon landing;

Danny Deckchair, about a man who floats away from home on a helium balloon, and find what he's been missing in his life. This may seem to be standard mid-life crisis fare, except that it isn't. Not the deepest thing I've seen lately, but enjoyable nonetheless; and

Strictly Ballroom. This is one of my favorite films, and one that I shall say a bit about at some slightly later date.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Fun with Grammar

While I'm thinking about grammar, I was just watching an episode from the first season of Reba. Van is preparing to move back into his parent's house, and he's brought his pregnant teenaged wife along with him. It hasn't occurred to him that his parents would expect him to leave his wife behind. His parents try to set him straight:
"But you said 'We want you to move back in.' I'm married now. 'You' means me and Cheyenne."

"Van, your English. 'You' doesn't mean 'both of you.' If we'd have meant that we'd have said 'y'all.'"

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Warning concerning *Little House on the Prairie*

Warning: This show (Little House on the Prairie) is not for worriers, or people who don't like high levels of stress in their television. The episodes always end well (ultimately, philosophically), but they certainly don't usually end happily.

We saw the first part of a two part episode this evening about which I commented: I can hardly believe we watched this voluntarily. It was difficult. I'm going to drive Jim crazy by not telling what it was about because I don't want to get you down.

A final thought: I read somewhere that the last season (Season 9) is darker than previous seasons. As yet I am wondering how it could get any darker. I guess when we get to season 9 we'll find out.

Spelling Errors

There's a reason why I'm a terrible speller; because so many of the books I read growing up were written by European authors. My parents always wondered why I wasn't better at spelling since I read so much.

Another Exerpt from *Love Over Scotland,* this one concerning grammar

"Have you guys been waiting long?" asked Leonie, as she took off her jacket and hung it over the back of a chair. "Babs and me walked."

Matthew thought: why can't people distinguish between nominative and accusative any more? He wanted to say to Leonie: "Would you say me walked? (253)"
This was another moment that I really enjoyed because, like my grandmother (Nana) before me, I always notice when people, especially people on television, get this wrong. Of course usually I see the opposite problem. It happened in an episode of Little House Michael and I saw earlier tonight. Laura asked her mother, "Do you want Albert and I to go for a walk?"

So Much Fun to Play With Other Children

Last night when we picked Parker up from the church nursery we were told that one of the little girls he played with had learned his name and had been calling him across the room. We got to hear her say it. It was too cute!

Parker has gotten to play with other children two morning this week not including Sunday, and last Saturday he went to a little girl's birthday party. He is such a sociable child. Sometimes I wonder how he can stand to be home alone with me so much of the time. He has had the best time playing this week. We long for the consistently warm, but not to hot, weather that is coming so we can go outside and play more.

Oh, For the Love of Books Set in Scotland

I just finished the third book in Alexander McCall Smith's series, 44 Scotland Street, and find that at some point I shall have to purchase the series to keep on my own shelves. These books are full of interesting material, so much of which I'll have to go back and re-read, digest, and ponder. They would make great book club material if I ever make my way to being involved in a book club.

Here's an excerpt which I consider one of the most beautiful/truly romantic things I have read since the end of Diana Gabaldon's The Fiery Cross, or Mama Day by Gloria Naylor:
He looked at her and thought: I have found myself in you. Bless you. And then he thought: what a strange, old-fashioned thing to think. Bless you. But what other way was there of saying that you wanted only good for somebody, that you wanted the world to be kind to her, to cherish her? Only old-fashioned words would do for that (Love Over Scotland, 338).
The book itself is not a romance, lest you get the wrong impression. The first two volumes at least were published serially in The Scotsman. I don't know that about this last one because the author's note at the beginning didn't mention it. It's really about Edinburgh, and the people who live there.

It's funny, I can't say much about McCall Smith's other work because I haven't experienced much of it yet. I will go ahead and say that I read Portuguese Irregular Verbs and didn't really care for it. I started The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency, which I will return to, but haven't yet made it past the first chapter. I'm going to try The Sunday Philosophy Club, starting in just a few minutes, Parker willing. These are each first books in separate series, so while I am experiencing the author's work in breadth, I don't know what to make of it as a whole yet.

On another note, I love it when books I'm reading reference other books I have read and enjoyed. Love Over Scotland references The End of the Affair at one point in the mind of one of it's characters, which is the first book I ever read by Graham Greene. (Some of his books I love and some of them I don't care for. The End of the Affair is one of the ones I love.)

I don't mean to give the impression, with the title of this post, that all of the novel's mentioned herein are set in Scotland, although I realize that is exactly what is implied. Only two of the McCall Smith series are, as well as the Gabaldon. The Naylor is set on an imaginary island off the coast of Georgia, and the Greene is set in England if I remember correctly.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Smelly Fabrics in my Baby's Room

The other night we made a mistake. For some reason Parker's humidifier was adjusted to allow a full stream of steam. This filled his room with moisture, which I didn't discover until the next morning. My nursing chair got pretty damp, as did some of Parker's covers, and possibly his stuffed animals. The wood floor in his room was also damp to the touch.

So now Parker's room smells funny. I sprayed the chair down with Febreeze, and I would open the windows except those in his room are either painted shut, or too difficult for me to open on my own. I know that a few of Parker's stuffed animals are not supposed to be submerged in water, but I don't necessarily know which of them these are.

What should I do to make Parker's room smell better?

Mysteries of Film

I just finished watching a movie that made my eyes ache. Throat too. Life as a House. It was loaned to me weeks and weeks ago, and since I had decided that it would be too stressful for my husband, I went ahead and put it in this morning.

I enjoyed the movie, and I'll probably have to mull it over for a week or so before I can figure out what I really think of it. Hayden Christianson was just as pouty and whiny in it as he was in Star Wars II & III with rather more excuse, and there is a lot in the movie about marriage and divorce which is tricky. Jena Malone, as usual, made some highly questionable decisions. Anyway, there's a lot to think about.

This led me to wonder about the various reactions that movies can provoke. For instance, my husband doesn't care for films that feature a large amount of familial or employment related stress. He won't watch The Office with me because he gets enough of work at work. Other people don't enjoy films that are "depressing." Some people generally avoid stories that are sad.

Michael has sometimes observed, "You're crying. That must have been a really good book," which means, I often really enjoy the sad stuff. I'm often skeptical of the kind of manipulation that allows a film or series to make me feel the way I want to feel at any given point in the story. But I've also often thought that you have to know what kind of movie you are getting going in, and then accept the conventions of that genre, or, alternatively, discover the mode of the film you are observing and then realize that certain absurdities, or required suspensions of disbelief are to be expected. This is what enjoying a film or tv series is about. If you like films you become very skilled at suspending disbelief, or you find the genre you can stand and then stick with it.

Perhaps this explains why some people don't generally enjoy films. There are other factors, of course. I've noticed recently that I often have trouble interpreting images that are presented to me on screen. For instance in an episode of Little House the driver was flung from a carriage during an accident and it took a while for me to figure out that the camera was panning across the drivers arm showing us that he was dead. At times I have difficulty figuring out where my attention is supposed to be directed. Then again, it drives me crazy when cinematographers force perspective by use of selective focus.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Cathartic blogging

Yesterday I posted on how frustrated I was with our local public library. Doing so met and exceeded my expectations and I'll tell you why:

Because all afternoon I steamed over the fine I was made to pay. Hours later I was still heated up over it, but then I wrote yesterday's post. Having put my frustration down in writing, all of a sudden it didn't seem like such a big deal any more. As a matter of fact, as I mentioned, by the end of the evening I was fairly reconciled.

Now, you might argue that, this good work having been done, I might then delete the post from my blog, but I won't do that--because that post reveals something about me that you might otherwise miss. Sometimes I get frustrated, and frustration leads to evil thoughts, as well as decisions that are not entirely rational. This has to do with our humanity, and is a characteristic I would say all humans have in common.

I hope that I will never choose to publicly and irresponsibly complain against any individual on this blog, but institutions seem to me fair game.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Furious with T(uscaloosa) P(ublic) L(ibrary)

I can hardly stand it, and so I thought I might find catharsis by posting my feelings in the matter.

Last week I borrowed three movies from the Public Library. All three films were for Parker's benefit, so that I could see something other than Jonah: A Veggie Tales Movie during his waking hours.

Now some of you may not know this about me yet, but I hate fines and interest payments of every sort, mortgage payments excluded. I can't stand them, and as such I always make great effort to get things turned in on time.

This week it just didn't work out. I forgot to return the movies on Tuesday, but I told Michael it would be okay as long as we got them in by opening the next day. One of the movies, which we hadn't watched, didn't get picked up to return, and since we had spent the entire day with our car in the shop and neither of us felt like getting out in the cold by the end of the day, the leftover film was returned the next day. In my mind only one of the movies was going to be counted against us as late.

So I went to the library this afternoon thinking I'd have to pay a small fine, something along the lines of $1.40. Boy was I wrong.

$8.00!!!!

$2.00 per movie per day. Now, historically I have only rarely turned anything in to the library that wasn't on time, and I don't believe I had ever held a film out too long. Films are only available to be borrowed for 7 days at a time with no opportunity to renew.

I understand that there have to be fees, and I understand that these fees have inflated along with everything else, but $8:00! This afternoon I was prepared to check out two DVDs and a VHS, but when I found out how much I would have to pay I decided against it.

I don't think I'll be using the Public Library much longer. That's an extreme reaction I suppose, but I find those fees offensive. Besides, our Public Library is woefully inadequate. If you've ever tried to do research through the library's catalogue you'll know how difficult it is to navigate to find what you need, and so many of the books I'm looking for simply are not there.

On the other hand, I'm not sure what alternatives are available. I can borrow from people I know, or I can buy books at the store and online, but once I've turned in the books that I currently have checked out, I may not use the Public Library any more.

***Two hours later***

Jim was over at the house tonight and inadvertently convinced me that I simply cannot give up the library. He brought over this lecture series from The Learning Company, which is interesting because I just got their catalogue in the mail yesterday. I cannot give up the library.

What I can give up is borrowing movies from the library. Jim informs me that they carry the heaviest fines, so probably if I limit myself to books, and possibly audio media, anyway--things that I can checkout for three weeks at a time and renew once, I should be fine. That's good to know. A fee schedule is available on the library's website, www.tuscaloosa-library.org. I need to take a look at it because I've been warned about board books as well.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Parker laughs

This is how Parker made me laugh this morning:

My mom gave me a special tea cup for Christmas. It has a removable piece for steeping the teabag, and it has a lid to keep the drink warm. This morning I had already finished my second cup of tea and Parker came along to see what I was doing.

Keeping my hand on the lid so it wouldn't get broken, I allowed Parker to pull it away and peer into the cup. He thought this was hilarious, even though the cup was empty, so we pulled the lid away over and over again and enjoyed a good laugh together.

Tuesday morning Parker and mom and I breakfasted at The City Cafe. We didn't bring any toys with us, so my mom and Parker spent the time before the food arrived flipping jelly containers. This too, to Parker, was hilariously funny.

Friday, February 1, 2008

I Corinthians 13:11 -- Childhood Memories

Another brief story of regret along the lines of "An Unflattering Portrait of the Author as a Little Girl." This is another one that has haunted me at various times:

One year for Christmas I wanted an apron. I was probably six or seven years old at the time. I don't remember. What I do remember is that I wanted a specific sort of apron. I wanted the kind that slips over your head and ties around your waist. I probably wanted one with a ruffle at the top and bottom.

And so my grandmother made an apron for me, only the apron she made was the kind that only ties about the waist.

This was not the apron that I wanted and I absolutely threw a fit.

Poor Nana. On the one hand, how must it feel to be treated in such a way? On the other hand, how must it feel to so disappoint someone you love, even if they are disappointed on such a trivial level?
When I was a child, I used to speak as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things (I Corinthians 13:11).
Years later we were on vacation with the extended paternal family. We stayed in an A-Frame cabin with big glass windows looking out on the surrounding world. I convinced someone to buy me a bonnet--one of those big old-fashioned ones that ties underneath the chin, like Mary wears in Little House on the Prairie. We must have been watching the show at that time because why on earth else would I ever want to wear a bonnet like that? There are no tantrums in this story, although I will share that I was stung by a bee on the cheek, on this particular vacation, while trying to swat it away from my face.