November 29, 2009

each moment is a day

Time has flown. Can it really be so late? That past - remembered so well - seems like yesterday, but the face in the mirror tells the truth.  This year is almost over, and I add my voice to the chorus: How can it be? Where has the old year gone? Nostalgia is bitter and sweet.

I collect clocks, all vintage, most broken.  They are my amulets against the inevitable race to the finish. With them, time stands still.


But what minutes!  Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, 
and each moment is a day.  ~Benjamin Disraeli

Clocks and Spoons 
by John Prine 

Clocks and spoons, empty rooms
It's raining out tonight
What a way to end a day
By turning out the light
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm sending
Most of me to sunny countryside

Running through sky of blue
Rolling in the sun
Every day has a way
Of overflowing one
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm keeping
Most of me in sunny countryside

Don't know how I did that now
Wonder where it's gone
Must've spent the way I went
Waiting for the dawn
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm screaming
Take me back to sunny countryside.

November 28, 2009

Lost in Translation

I spend a fair amount of time looking at websites from non-English speaking countries. Sometimes I'm just looking at the pictures, so the words don't matter. More often, though, I want to know what it says, so I plug the site into Google translate and then do my best to fill in the inevitable gaps. Direct translation from one language to another often yields confusing - but hilarious - results. See for yourself:

Directly from the website:

The story of the secret not a secret one. Bruno forest cattle ranch who is really in a forest 365 days, 24 hours, I have been fully grazed. So their own, and Shiva, and various wild grass that grows wild everywhere. White color of milk and not only because of this. Four seasons are different in taste and color Bimyoー. What is it, there's a natural.
All their cows, and Jersey cattle with high milk fat milk burst. 100% of the raw milk, pasteurized (63 ℃ for 30 minutes) and it fills in general, nutrients such as protein and calcium want the User Comments juncture. Honrai taste the flavor of fresh raw milk "formula Nonhomojinaizu" has it made with. This manufacturing process itself, in the countries of Europe that the dairy Futsu but so far there is no special secret to say, in Japan, not a bit. This recipe is also what they can from the cream line on the surface. The two did talk in secret.
Its not a secret story of the secret 3. Under the Tree of mountain people, their cows are living in comfort. I go into the barn when milking only in winter. Otherwise, the movement is often very impressive. The steep hill like this, I think is also in cold blood, and climbing. If Yosuke stomach, eat the wild grass. Strong appetite. Because I eat a lot of natural grass, and also takes less diarrhea and other illnesses, I'm fine. And natural mating in natural childbirth, lays a strong calf. Veal their course, grow up with cows feeding from mother nature. We are that it is not Azukatsu to the bottom of your breastfeeding. Whether you are healthy and happy lives their cows. Taste of this, maybe the biggest secret ....
There is no other a little milk Bruno forests. This story is over. Does, but that their feelings Ukabe forest happy cows, please drink slowly. Cream made on the surface, but it is delicious to eat bread and put the cookies intact.

November 27, 2009

I must follow, if I can

Sometimes I want to just go. It doesn't even really matter where; the journey is the reward. Of course, traveling in one of these jewel-boxes would make any little old trip feel like a grand adventure: 

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The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
-J.R.R. Tolkien

November 26, 2009

the world so sweet

I was a child in
another age. I am not so foolish to think it was all, by default, a better time, but that it was less complicated is a simple fact. 


In grade school, we stood each morning - hands over hearts - faced the front of the room, and solemnly pledged our allegiance to flag and country. 

We learned to read with Dick and Jane (and Mother, Father, and Sally, and Spot and Puff), practiced our penmanship in Big Chief notebooks, and played tether-ball, four-square, kickball, or jumped rope during morning and afternoon recess.

At lunchtime, we all lined up with our lunch-boxes or lunch money, and just before we walked through the door to file down the hall to the cafeteria, we sang, together, this song of gratitude:

Thank you for the world so sweet,
Thank you for the food we eat. 
Thank you for the birds that sing,
Thank you God for everything.

I welcomed any excuse to sing, and so would have loved this daily ritual for that alone. But I also loved the idea of the world so sweet, and the notion that there was so much to be thankful for that the only way to encompass it all was say thank you for everything. Ev-'ry-thing.

Since I wasn't raised in a church my idea of God was somewhat nebulous, but I was a smart little girl, and so deduced that God was responsible for the goodness of everything, and because I was also a polite and grateful little girl, I was happy to say Thank you every day.
In many ways I haven't changed a bit.

So, again I say, from the bottom of my heart:

Thank you for the world so sweet,
Thank you for the food we eat. 
Thank you for the birds that sing,
Thank you God for everything.

10 Links to an Easy Thanksgiving

If you're reading my blog on Thanksgiving Day, either you've got extra time on your hands (or think you do...) or you're in need of some quick ideas to get everything feast/friends/family-ready. Either way, you've come to the right place.

Here, for your enjoyment and edification, is a list of quick and easy Thanksgiving ideas for hearth and home, gathered from the collective creative genius known as the internet:
There now - all better!!

November 23, 2009

motionless for lack of wind

We are becalmed*, waiting for the wind to rise again and move us ahead. After a long flurry of activity and self-propelled forward motion, we are suddenly at what feels like a standstill. 

We did everything we thought we should do: prepared the house, waited until we had it on the market to house-hunt with real intention, fluffed it up to perfection before every showing. When we dropped the price the 2nd time, we were so certain we would have a quick sale that we made an offer on River House. 

Since then - silence. Stillness. We are waiting. And wishing** for the wind.

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*be·calm (b-käm) tr.v. 
1. To render motionless for lack of wind

**wish (wish)
         1. To long for; want.

         2. To entertain or express wishes for; bid
         3. To call or invoke upon

November 22, 2009

Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--

I found these lovely, slightly bizarre photos on I love their quirky other-ness, their not-quite-rightness.


"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing-wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings."

-Lewis Carroll

November 20, 2009

in case of inclement weather

So I plan to prepare thoroughly and have several outfits
 waiting in the wings in case of inclement weather. 
- Lisa Guerrero

November 18, 2009

knit you a sweater

The wind that brought yesterday's rain brought cold, too; I've worn a sweater the last two days, and not regretted it.

Sweater weather is the best. I'm not the only one who thinks so; I've been hearing and reading women say the very same thing for weeks now.

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I want to have fun. I want to shine like the sun.
I want to be the one that you want to see.
I want to knit you a sweater. I want to write you a love letter.
I want to make you feel better.
I want to make you feel free.

~ Joni Mitchell


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