Books. I have a problem.

I am not ashamed to admit I have a book problem. Well, I technically would not refer to it as a problem as that would suggest there is something wrong. There is nothing wrong with a deep and lasting affection for the written word. 

I often go on "Book Benders" that is buying or borrowing several at a time though my reading queue is quite long already. 

It is true that I fit right into the mold of this list (though I think that it's safe to expand beyond YA fiction.... though I do love and read an awful lot of YA fiction.

I am definitely guilty of taking "Shelfies" -- that is photos of my physical book collection or the ones in my Kindle. 

I may also exhibit this trait...

I may also show an inherent trust of people who tell me that they do not read books. I just don't get why someone wouldn't enjoy reading!?!?

OverDrive Digital Library is my Constant. I consistently check it for new books I'd like to read and revel in the fact that I can borrow said books for FREE thanks to my library card. 

This in my inbox NEVER fails to excite me!

Speaking of library cards I may collect them wherever I go. Did you know that in most of the United States if you present your driver's license you can get a library card!?!? I may or may not have a Boston Public Library card. It may come to pass that when I visit London this summer I will inquire as to whether or not I can obtain a library card from The British Library. 

Finally, I can honestly say that this robust list of 19 Dilemmas Every Book-Lover Has Faced At Least Once by Arianna Rebolini is wholly inaccurate! Fine. It is accurate, but thanks to my Kindle PaperWhite #3 & #4 are no longer a severe issue for me. Details, details! 

Finally, if you're a Book Nerd and share in the Book culture, I've collected quite a few Pins regarding the written word. :) Hopefully they bring you enjoyment and make you chuckle before returning to your chapter. 

Happy reading!!! 

Connections, Reflections and The Far Side

A really fine pre-work walk today in our sanctuary. We got to see all our pensioner pals!

Was greeted enthusiastically by Dewey who said "Hiya Sporty, it's another perfect day!"  "Sporty", isn't that just the best? Darwin excitedly greeted Bob and Dewey. Dewey commented that Darwin is always so happy.

As we made our way along the path we saw Rose by herself and I noticed Muriel hot-footin' it back on the dirt trail headed to the connector path to the main paved where Rose was waiting. Darwin dragged me forward after he saw Rose, but looked around curiously because usually it's RoseAndMuriel. He dispensed his kisses and tail wags then spotted Muriel. He got so excited he had to check out a ground squirrel hole. Happy to see RoseAndMuriel we said our "good days" and went our separate ways.

I realize during walks that I have spent far too much time internalizing Gary Larson's The Far Side. There is a perpetual commentary going on in my head. For example: if you were a ground squirrel and saw two large mammals headed your way, what would you do? I, for one, would likely stay still, hunker down and try not to draw attention. The last thing I would do is run TOWARD the large mammals and get within inches of the hairiest ones gaping maw. In my head these daredevil ground squirrels are re-enacting scenes out of Point Break perhaps sounding like Keanu Reeves? More often than not they sound Australian to me as I perceive Aussies as higher risk takers. The disappointment pours off of Darwin as the ground squirrel squeaks by and only so because I've shortened the leash at the last second. You're welcome, flea-ridden rats!!!

As we returned to the parking lot we waved goodbye to Muriel who was just driving away and hailed Parkie! Yay! We haven't seen Parkie for ages. He's the former mechanical engineer whose daughter works as a naturalist at Coyote Hills. I wish I didn't have to go to work as I would have turned round and meandered and caught up on the past couple months with Parkie. He's been suffering from asthma so he comes later, takes it easy and catches the rest of the gang on the re. He told me in retirement you have to still keep a routine otherwise you just go downhill. I agreed and told him I look forward to my 9am "meetings" being something on the order of a walk or coffee after a walk.

It's the little things that I'm grateful for... the connections through shared experience. I look forward to seeing these near-strangers each time at SGP and it makes me happy once I've seen them. I should probably tell them how much I enjoy seeing them. I just hope they don't think I'm a weirdo stalker. 

La Lune, Eclipsed

I stayed up past my bedtime again last night. This time not for my book (well, I did read AFTER), but for the lunar eclipse.

It was a lovely evening and the marine layer stayed away long enough for a handful of photos. Partial eclipse to total eclipse. Spica in the last two photos. 

Life Moves Pretty Fast

The first day of Kindergarten for Maggie was literally last week. I remember holding her hand, so uncertain of what lay ahead of her and telling her she could do anything. 

And just a few days ago I penned this sentimental moment chronicling the end of Elementary School and the start of Middle School. 

So how is it today we just completed registering her for her first year in High School? Yeah, I don't know either, but it happened. And just like that we are about to close one book and open another. I'm all at once proud, excited and melancholy and am reminded of the great words from a very wise (albeit fictional) young man.....

Girl's Day

I feel so fortunate that M and I got a couple of days together. Hubby was traveling and I took a couple days off work so we could hang out. 

We had a great afternoon of lunch, tea and exploration in Columbia, CA. Columbia Kate's Teahouse is always a treat and worth the 90 mile drive. 

We enjoyed chicken pot pie, corn chowder, a big pot of jasmine flower tea, bread pudding and brownie. 

All of this was a welcome respite from a cold rainy day which we desperately need in California. Good food and great company.

I truly enjoy my daughter's company. She's my favorite female person. We have deep conversations and laughter. I am so fortunate she is my daughter and I am honored to be a part of her life.

Scenes from a Weekend

Lovely walk in my favorite place in Livermore. Then lunch with my favorite teenager in Oakland and fun with paint chips.

Sycamore Grove Park

Woodland Star

Blue Dick

Brussels Sprouts, Smokey Bacon Mac (+ peas), Macximus Mac (+ mushroom) and homemade Oreo dessert at Homeroom in Oakland.

M's new bedroom paint color.....Loki was here. :)

Paws to Read

Darwin really enjoys working. We became a certified Canine Comfort team last year.

Each week we visit a local elder care home (hospice and memory) and last Autumn we began working at Paws to Read for our local library. 

Darwin absolutely looks forward to his job. When I ask "are you ready for work?" or simply "work?" he responds by bouncing in front of me and barking.

The reaction from the people with whom he interacts speaks volumes. He brings smiles to many and I'm so grateful that he is part of our family and that we can share him with others and bring joy.

Outside again!

I am so grateful for the rain yesterday and today. Not only do we desperately need the rain here in California, the rain knocked most of the remaining tree pollen out and made for a very enjoyable and tolerable 3.1/12 on the pollen scale.

Darwin was elated to get out for a "walk" in our favorite place, Sycamore Grove Park. He buried his nose in the dewy sweet grass and fiddleneck.

We enjoyed our morning walk in the rain with the birds singing. 

My hope is that it rains a bit more and we get a couple more days outside. I think tree pollen is on its last leg which means we can resume our regularly scheduled pre-work walk. Darwin has been such a good boy about being a shut in with me and my hubby has been walking him or playing ball after he comes home from work as well as dog park visits. I think it's time to get Darwin a new toy as a way to say thanks. 

Happy Tolkien Reading Day!

Happy Tolkien Reading Day! May your day be filled with adventure, good company and food 'round the clock! 

What I believe... in 3 minutes

I love this video explaining Humanism in just over 3 minutes. It perfectly describes my feelings and that no matter what your belief system, we really have more in common with one another than you may think.

Tide

I'm a relatively smart girl. I know how the tide works. I'm also not a religious girl, but I am spiritual. My dad and mom's cremains were both scattered at sea.

Whenever we go to the beach I always greet them quietly and say a few things. It's just my way, I've done it for 20 years. The tide could be way out and no matter what, when I greet them the tide always seems to come up to me. It always gives me a small comfort, like they are coming up to hug me.

Summer Berry Crisp

I love summer because it means the promise of sweet, plump berries.

Recently we attended, and happily ate, at our friend's Glen & Sara's rib event "Ribocalypse II: The Ribture". We survived the Rapture and what better way to celebrate than with ribs, grilled corn on the cob, grilled veggies, picnic caviar and a triple berry crisp. Another friend brought the triple berry crisp which was SO delish! It went really well with the homemade peach ice cream Glen & Sara made, I must say!

Ah, here is a cross section of the crisp all warm and bubbly from the oven.

I made the triple berry crisp last night to share with dear friends. Thanks to Cara providing me the link for the recipe which you can find here!

Summer Bucket Fun List 2011

My friend Stacie shared a link with me recently about a Summer Fun Bucket List. The blog inspiration came from Little Wonder's Days. It seemed like a great idea to put a visual on all of the fun things we'd like to cram into this summer.

Based on Little Wonder's Days we color coded ours as such:

Green: All Day
Blue: Half Day
Orange: 3 hours or less

Here is the list we came up with to make our Summer extra fun!

Life lessons from atop Two Bit

It has been nearly 35 years since I've been atop a horse. Even then, when I was the tender age of 5, the horse was on an exercise wheel so it was a very controlled experience (probably a good thing for a 5 year old).

Maggie has ridden her friend Morgie's horse, Coal, a few times now. She looooves to visit and ride Coal. I don't necessarily have the same excitement level she does because I'm slightly intimidated by such a large critter and honestly, my allergies prevent me from getting ga-ga over anything that causes me so much sinus strife.

We were celebrating the summer kick off with a camping trip during opening weekend at Camp Shelly in South Lake Tahoe. We've camped there a few summers now and passed Camp Richardson Corral many times. This year, however, I thought to myself "why not take a trail ride?". We've always talked about checking it out and for some reason I felt that this time was the right time. A lot of changes happening in our lives (Mags to middle school/new school, me being laid off) so it felt like I should embrace something adventurous and new. If you must know, I'm often risk-averse with these sorts of things so deciding to ride a horse for an hour is not exactly momentous for most, but for me it's a step into a larger world.

When we arrived we were able to pet some of the horses. After the ride before us returned we were asked about our level of riding experience. Maggie got a horse named Foxy who was a former barrel runner. Foxy loved to break into a trot for no other reason than she could. One of the ranch hands there asked me my level of experience and I simply told him it had been a while and might as well consider me a greenhorn. He jokingly said my horse would be "Bonecrusher".. hee hee! Chris and I both thought about the scene in Auntie Mame where she has never ridden before but wants to impress her beau - Beuregard Jackson Pickett Burnside ☺ and her nemesis Sally Cato offers Auntie Mame a horse. When the horse is brought up it kicks in the trailer and is going bugnuts. Mame asks Sally what the horses name is and Sally, in her sickly sweet southern drawl, says Meditation.

Turns out my horse was named Two Bit. He was on the smaller side (I'm barely 5'3") and seemed sweet as could be. He was a little late to turn up because he had to take one more "smile break". I immediately identified with Two Bit. I have the smallest bladder in the world and always go (whether I think I have to or not) before embarking on adventure. Yes, in fact, I went TWICE in the span of time we arrived for our ride and saddling up. What of it?!?! I could barely get my foot up into the stirrup (that is QUITE a stretch, isn't it?) and probably made Two Bit uncomfortable trying to hoist my other leg over. Immediately I felt it was a big mistake. I became nervous being so high up and in such an UNCONTROLLED environment. I sought to calm myself immediately remembering that animals sense fear and tried to find peace in the saddle. Chris was taking photos and before I knew it we were off! He had to run up and hand me the camera, but I thought "how the hell am I supposed to hold the reins, grip this knob thingy for dear life and take photos?" Oh dear... I was in over my head.

I did attempt to take a photo of Maggie who was right behind me on Foxy, but only once. I was chanting in my head "where the head goes the body follows" and kept forward-facing most of the time. I was immediately behind the two guides, but one peeled off to bring up the rear.

Cody, our main guide, was a real cowboy, no joke. He was really cool, collected and had a slow-drawl. Cody rode a horse named Fat Boy. Immediately I think of the ice cream treat and love his name. Not to be indelicate, Fat Boy had a big arse. He was aptly named. The Sir Mixx Alot song "Baby Got Back" sprung to mind. You can take the girl out of Stockton.... Anyhoo, Back to Cody - he was wearing a plaid shirt like all the other ranch hands, but his cowboy hat just seemed to fit perfectly, not like a costume prop. He had leather gloves sticking out of his back pocket which seemed real cowboy-y to me for some reason. I had seen him earlier fixing a floor board on the porch and smoking a cigarette later around the horses. On the trail he had chew tucked in his lip and every now and then he'd spit off to the side. Normally smoking and chew gross me out, but something about it gave to the full experience and if I was in a brawl, I'd want Cody in my corner as he seemed like one BAMF.

All was well as we rode along and I tried to gain my confidence. The whole time I kept giving Two Bit pats near the mane telling him "good boy". Cody told me that Two Bit is good on the trail and will just plod along but if I wanted to try second gear to give him two hard kicks in the side. OMG... KICK a beautiful animal? I was so reticent to do this. I know that in the grand scheme of things Two Bit wouldn't really feel much, but the mere thought of kicking an animal kind of made me weak in the knees. I attempted it, but gingerly and Cody urged me on so I gave Two Bit two hard kicks and held on for dear life. I felt like I might bounce right off and if ever there was a time to feel some fear, surely now was appropriate. Two Bit caught up to Cody and Fat Boy and stopped. Did I mention yet how when I heard Two Bit's name I went all Stockton again and thought "Fiddy Cent"? Yeah, I don't know why, but it was rattling in my head making me giggle. At one point Two Bit stopped dead. I wasn't sure what was happening and in a couple of heartbeats I considered kicking him. So I gently kicked and nothing happened. Then Maggie told me that he was going #1. HAA!!! Glad I didn't kick harder. Nothing would upset me more than someone walking in on me going tinkle and kicking me. Finally Two Bit resumed his walk.

Behind me Maggie and Foxy were getting on fine and every now and then I'd hear Maggie giggle as I heard Foxy's pace quicken to a trot. There were two others in our group a mum and her 6yr old from Wales. The 6yr old, Lily, rides every weekend. I was feeling outclassed by a 6yr old for sure. In my head I just kept repeating toes up, heels down to keep my balance. I felt totally off kilter the whole time. Then... it happened... Fat Boy stopped short to presumably use the loo, but was taking FOREVERRRRRR. Now I'm thinking about Morty Ballstein in Zoolander trying to go to the loo. Apparently Two Bit was bored and nudged Fat Boy in the bum with his head, he may have even nipped him, but I couldn't see too well. When that didn't work, Two Bit turned around and trotted off of the trail right into the forest because he saw something tasty to snack! Holy crap!!!! What am I supposed to do now?!?! Though, full respect to Two Bit cos I'm a girl who loves to eat (check two - another thing in common).

Cody, ever the cool bad ass, just tells me to direct him with the reins, pull up and kick. He also says keep a firm grip on the reins as Two Bit is known for doing this.. he likes to test and will shake the reins out of his riders hands freeing himself from control to graze as he pleases. He says all of this so casually like this was not a crisis situation. Meanwhile I'm mildly freaking out in the saddle. I take a breath to calm myself, pull left on the reins, up and kick hard. Two Bit and I are back on the trail - huzzah! Meanwhile, that fat ass Fat Boy didn't even squeeze out a drop in that whole 4 minutes of mild terror!!! Cody explains that Two Bit is actually pretty wily for his size and people often underestimate him. They refer to him as "Small, but mighty". Hmm.... okay check 3, Two Bit. You and I are really starting to feel like a perfect match. Even though I'm not exactly confident now, once I do get footing in something I tend to be mildly cheeky as well. Often, people don't know the might inside of me unless I'm pushed.

So onward we go... up, up and up the trail where we get a spectacular view of Lake Tahoe. Cody is kind enough to offer to take a picture of Maggie and I on Foxy and Two Bit with our camera. He has to keep a wary eye on Fat Boy who has a proclivity for running off. Cody tells me he's had to walk back to the ranch at least once. Cody positions us so we're blocking Fat Boy in behind us a bit. Hopefully this keeps him in check. ☺

The rest of the ride is enjoyable and I'm finally feeling more comfortable with this new situation and lack of perceived control. Two Bit grazes me up against a pine tree and my left knee gets smashed between him and the bark - OUCH. Hey Two Bit, I thought we were friends! We begin our descent back to the ranch and instead of staying on the trail he trots right into the forest again, deeper this time and as I look back toward the trail it's nothing but pine tree and a wall of a manzanita. He begins munching again and Cody, once more, urges me to direct and kick. I yank up hard on the reins, but Two Bit doesn't stop his incessant snacking. As he leans farther down I start to feel like I'm going to go ass over teakettle over the front. Cody tells me to REALLY yank up hard and show him who's boss! I take a deep breath, yank up hard and kick him. Uh oh.. now we're heading right into that wall of pines and manzanita and I quickly adjust the reins when I spot a decent hole out. Back on the trail. ☺

We make it back and I hop off, Two Bit now bellied up to the bar (trough). I give him a pat, take his photo and he gives me a sidelong glance as I depart. Mags and I waited for Chris a few minutes. He took Darwin down to the beach to play while we were on the trail. Did I tell you that Darwin HATES horses?

Chris comes back and just before we leave I notice Two Bit is back at his spot on the posts to rest. I tell Chris about Two Bit who was busy scratching his eye on the fence post and when he heard my voice he stopped and turned toward me and then came around to where I was. I reached out to stroke his muzzle. He leaned in and closed his eyes. We stayed like that for a while. Eventually, I asked Chris to get a photo with Two Bit and me before we go.


Two Bit reminded me a lot about myself on our ride. Not just the constant-bathroom breaks or love of eating, but with my recent layoff I was feeling adrift and helpless, out of control. Also, by the way when you get right down to it.. it's PERCEIVED control, because nothing is really ever in our control. Two Bit taught me it's okay to meander and be out of control. He taught me that when I feel small, I can dig deep and be mighty. Two Bit reminded me to trust my instincts and believe in myself. He reminded me to just pull up on the reins (not just a clever saying, now I know what it means literally and figuratively) and KICK!!!!!!

Giddyap!

2,920 days (give or take)

Today, after 8 years of employment, I finish up my last day at my job. This is the second time in my life being laid off from a job/company. The last layoff in 2003 lead me to this job which worked well for our family. For that, I am grateful. It also allowed me to become friends with a really awesome person, so I am grateful for that as well.

It is time for reflection and soul-searching. This year I will turn 40 so I have some existential musings going in my head. So far I only know what I do NOT want to do with the bulk of my weekday breathing hours. Hopefully the proverbial windows will open now that this door is shut and a path will shine before me so that I may travel upon it.

I guess I still have to figure out what I want to be when I grow up ☺

Peach Cobbler

It's been a long, up and down week so last night I decided to make a peach cobbler on the fly. There is something special about fresh baked goodies that soothe a soul even if it's 90 degrees outside!

The recipe - MOM'S BISQUICK COBBLER originated from Cooks.com. I used fresh cut up white peaches (4) and also added ground cinnamon and ground cardamom to my cut up peaches, incorporated and let them sit for about 20 minutes before adding to the cobbler and baking.

Below is my augmentation of the original recipe.

Andie's Bisquick Cobbler

• 2T butter
• 1C Bisquick
• 1/2C sugar
• 1/2C milk
• 3C (4 medium) white peaches
  
• Ground cinnamon to taste
• Ground cardamom to taste

Turn oven to 375°F.

Cut up peaches. Add cinnamon and nutmeg to peaches, mix and let rest for 20 minutes.

Melt 2 tablespoons butter in 8 x 8 inch baking dish.

Mix Bisquick, sugar, and milk. Pour over melted butter. Spoon fruit over.
If using canned peaches, pour on some of the juice also.

Bake at 375°F for 30 minutes.

Everyone loved it! It would be a great camping dessert done over the campfire in a Dutch oven!

The Awakening

The Daily Show is a tiny bit behind the curve, but still spot-on. I walked in on my husband about 3 weeks ago watching the unthinkable...... cable news shows broadcasting election coverage already. GASP!!!!!

Yes, it is JUST like this absolutely hysterical "trailer" starring TDS's John Oliver. Click link below to see the future 18 months of horror.

Indecision 2012: The Awakening

"I can feel my soul..... slipping away......"

Craft Hope: project 12 - Update!

80 bracelets completed and ready to be shipped off to Craft Hope: project 12 tomorrow. YAY! Thanks to my daughter Maggie for helping me make some of these fab bracelets.

Mags calls this presentation a Bowl of Friendship (bracelet) Soup. ♥

International Yarn Bombing Day.

June 11th was International Yarn Bombing Day AND Knitting in Public Day. I knew June 11th was fast-approaching, but yet I had so much going on that I left it to the last minute. Nothing like flying by the seat of your pants! I accomplished both feats yesterday - hooray!

I am not brave and growing up (even still) I'm a follow the letter of the law kind of gal. I would also tell you that I'm extremely risk-averse almost to the point of being allergic - itchy and hiccupy.

Yet, as I get older (and I will be turning 40 this year, but I refuse to consider this a "mid-life crisis" but existential musings) I have become more outspoken, ballsy and brash.
I do things according to how they make me happy and if I bring some sunshine to someone along the way, then all the better. If someone doesn't like me or my style - poo-poo sayeth I - just like Madeline.

This is my second yarn bomb. The first one I did under the cover of night. This one I allowed myself to be more bold. Also, I didn't really have a choice because hubby and I were going on a date... drive-in movie to see Super 8 (which was AWESOME... totally mint ☺) and we wouldn't be getting home until close to midnight.

I hadn't even measured my piece. So fly-by-the-seat of my pants .. I just cast on and knit something and hoped it would fit. We arrived at our location at 6pm.. still very light out and busy-ish because downtown Livermore (and Livermore in general) was lively with the annual Rodeo. The parade had passed by earlier that morning and there were a lot of crowds and police presence.

My hands were slightly sweaty in that nervous way and my heart was beating fast. The location I picked to install was lined with motorist waiting to cross the intersection. Apparently I got a lot of stares.




Even more risky was the fact that there was a Police van parked one car up from my position. Still, I calmed myself, steadied my hands and worked feverishly. This is not something I would have ever dreamed of doing when I was growing up. My parents were very strict and not exactly impulsive people therefore I was never an impulsive kid or early adult. I wonder what they would say, were they alive.



Installation complete and I only hope it will last 24 hours and dare I dream... a week.



I've got the taste again to do more installations around town with my signature rainbowy colors. A lot of people might say "what a waste of time and yarn", but I'm a process knitter. While I do appreciate a finished project, it's the journey I enjoy. The gentle slide-click of my knitting needles, the feel of the yarn in my fingers and the way fabric develops before my very eyes. I'm making something, essentially, from two sticks and a piece of string.... almost something from nothing. Some others may say it's defacing public property. Well, in a way it is, but it's non-permanent and non-harming like spray paint or scratches or other graffiti. One snip of my scissors and my yarnbomb becomes merely a vestige of the tiniest yarn fibres floating away on the wind.

I hope people walk along, spot my yarnbomb and smile. If I can brighten up someone's otherwise dreary day or give them an unexpected splash of color it's been a good day.

Have I mentioned...

that I am an ABSOLUTE KOOK for rainbows???

The photo of some cupcakes I made for a friend's birthday recently was requested to be shared on the Edible Rainbow Flickr group...


Well, while I was perusing with technicolor foods I saw this magical Jell-O creation!!!