Monday, May 15, 2017

Happenings: Sculptures by my Son

In case you were wondering, May is still hard, except now it starts in April.

I will post the May cakes after my son's birthday. He turns 21 this year. I haven't figured out what his cake will be yet. He just finished his spring semester at the community college. I think he has a bit of me in him. He always thinks he's doing worse in some classes than he actually is.

He also tends to surprise me with a conversations like this:

Him: So the student show opening is 11:00 to 1:00 tomorrow.
Me: And you're telling me now? (The time is 8PM)
Him: I told you I had a piece in the student show.
Me: But you didn't say when it would be.
Him: I just did.


So we went to the student show, and luckily it wasn't at the same time that I work. It's nice to see his work recognized when I had to "nudge" him a bit to take the sculpting class. I've watched him create sculptures from the time he was two or three. Here he is with his sculpture, made out of 100 plastic forks.

He also worked hard on this arm for a performance art piece for the same class. The fingers on the hand and the arm are rigged so he can move them with his hand and arm. I asked how he learned to do that. He recalled seeing it done on a short-lived reality series where contestants vied for a position at Jim Henson's Creature Shop. You never know where you are going to pick up a new skill.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Seasonal Changes

I think spring is finally starting to stick. We had a flush of crocuses in the yard that lasted about a day before a deer came and ate the largest bunches.

The pussywillow is coming to the end of its bloom. Snow delayed it twice. This is a valuable first food for the bees. I was happy to catch a few in action.

The goldfinches are throwing off their winter feathers. Their showy, bright yellow plumage is a welcome bit of sunshine at the feeders.

When my children were little, it was my greatest pleasure to take them out in the early days of spring to look for the signs that winter was almost over: tree buds, red-winged blackbirds and grackles, first flowers, early insects, spring peepers and birds singing. All tell the story of the season and the promise of life's renewal.

May you enjoy the longer days in the northern hemisphere.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Purple Mane

I colored my hair.

Really. I colored it purple. This was the first time I ever did something like this. My youngest wants to try a semi-permanent dye, so she researched some natural vegetable dyes and I ordered the color she wanted. Then I saw the purple (plum) and figured we could both do it. Except only I've tried it so far. She did try to dye a lock of her hair, but we aren't sure she used enough color.

My hair took the color better since it is now shot with white strands. (When did that happen?) After watching a few YouTube videos and being in possession of a quiet morning, I decided to take the plunge. My hair sectioned off, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and learned some valuable lessons about hair coloring:

  1. Don't shut the bathroom door. If you need help, your family won't hear you and you won't be able to open the door with your purple dye covered gloves.
  2. Clips would work better than hair bands to hold up the sections I'm not dyeing.
  3. Maybe I should have ordered that tint brush. The comb doesn't seem to spread any color at the hair line.
  4. Patience is a virtue. And I am not. After ten minutes of trying to squeeze color through one of my sections of thick curly hair, I questioned the sanity of anyone who colors their hair regularly.
  5. I probably needed more oil or petroleum jelly on my ears. 
  6. It's a good thing my husband works from home so I could call to him as he passed the bathroom. Also good that this is the only bathroom. He would have come this way sooner or later. He got my oldest daughter to come and check my work and wrap my hair in plastic wrap.
  7. Hair dye sticks to everything, including porcelain sinks and tubs. When I rinsed, the shower walls looked like a scene from Psycho, if the girl had purple blood. A friend later told me I could use a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser to get that out.
  8. The gloves are necessary for rinsing too. Oops.
In the end, the color looks pretty good. I'm also glad that the dye smells of grape candy. I've heard that the henna dyes are not as pleasant. It wasn't the best dye job, but it looks fun for now and it will wash out after a few shampoos. Would I do it again? Ask me when my hair is completely white.
My adventure with Jerome Russell Punky Colour
Interesting side note: Many people have told me they love the color and wish they were brave enough to do this. For the record, I am not brave. I am spontaneous. The real trick is to do it before you can think it through and talk yourself out of it.

Monday, March 13, 2017

The Flashcard Fiasco

Like her sister, my youngest has test anxiety. She's also indignant about the whole need to test, because of the randomness of what examiners think kids should know at a particular point in time. I don't know where she gets these ideas. (Who, me?)

Test anxiety is especially a problem with math. Every year I try to prepare her for her tests and every year we face meltdowns because she wants the reassurance of knowing her answers are right. At the same time, she fights me about learning the facts because she doesn't understand how they relate to the real world. I was also bad at math in school, so I'm probably not the best person to explain how irrational numbers help us. 

This year I asked if she would like a workbook to practice with before I ordered the test. She agreed. I then discovered that the company that makes the test we use only makes test prep booklets up to eighth grade. For high school age, they had test prep flashcards.

I usually like flashcards. Question on the front, answer on the back, sometimes with an explanation of why it works It sounded like a good solution, and even though I thought they were a bit pricey, I ordered a set.

I have never seen flashcards like these.

If the test didn't provide enough test anxiety, the flashcards did. Most of them are set up where they ask you to explain a concept, rather than a straightforward question. I was at a loss to explain half of them, and that was after I looked at the answer on the back. I had to enlist the help of my college graduate oldest child to help her with them. Tears have been shed. Tempers have flared. I've wondered if it's too late to move to a state that doesn't require testing. 

I'm kidding, of course. I don't want to move. And as much trouble as the flashcards give her, she keeps doing them. I don't think I ever saw her work so hard on a subject she dislikes. Every day she sits with a few cards, scrap paper, and a box of tissues and she tries. She  tries something that she thinks is hard. Really, no matter how she does on the test, I feel like we accomplished something here.

And when she needs to blow off steam, I completely allow the destruction of a flashcard. They make adorable little hats.

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Cold Weather Learning

This morning there was a layer of snow over the front yard. The cold was biting, but it made for a beautiful scene.

There are so many things to do in snow and cold weather. In the past, we've spent short spurts outside in subzero temperatures to do experiments. We toss hot water into the air to make instant snow. We bring out the soap bubbles and watch them freeze and drop. I couldn't find my bubbles this time, but I did notice some tracks in the snow.

Looks like a raccoon walked by last night. That's my boot print next to it.The smaller prints are from the sparrows that came to the feeders this morning.

White Throated Sparrow
There were also several juncos about.

This one is sitting on our rhododendron. Did you know you can tell how cold it is by looking at rhododendron leaves? The tighter they curl into tubes, the colder it is. It was 1 degree this morning with the wind chill. I'm surprised the bush wasn't shivering. At this point, my fingers were feeling frostbitten, so I moved inside to continue taking pictures through the window. They don't come out as clear, but you need to make some sacrifices for warmth.

Chickadee by the feeder

A Cardinal right before he carried this peanut away

Red-Bellied Woodpecker watching a House Sparrow land on the suet feeder
I hope you spent some time outdoors today!

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Card Designs for 2016

Each year I say I'm not going to do this. There are so many other things that need doing -- cleaning, decorating, baking -- designing cards should be a luxury for more relaxed years. It's so easy to buy cards, after all.

And then I get an idea. I can't really help it, it just happens. And I tell myself one is enough, no one will mind if I only send one design. Who would know?

And then I get another idea.

Nurturing my creativity is important. I want my children to see me do this so they nurture their own creative spirits. No matter how old you get, you need to exercise your talents and indulge your imagination.

I hope your celebrations are full of love, hope, happiness, and peace!

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

The Gingerbread Carousel

The girls put this together. My oldest designed it and did most of the building while her little sister did most of the decorating. The actual gingerbread baking was a team effort. They crushed lollipops to get the glass effect in the cut-outs and used Pepperidge Farm Pirouettes and pretzel sticks for the poles and supports. I tried to help at the start, but then realized it would be better if I backed off (emotions were high during the roof raising.) Sometimes you need to let your temperamental artists work through their process.
Click on a photo to enlarge.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

The Impossible Cake

For my birthday, I attempted an "Impossible Cake". 

I think it came out well.


 The Impossible Cake is a cake with flan that you bake together in one Bundt pan. Seriously, the hardest part about making it was opening the cans of evaporated milk and dulce de leche. My can opener cuts along the side of the can lid. For some reason, it couldn't do anything with these cans. I had to resort to using the can opener on my daughter's Swiss Army knife. Even then, I had to mangle the dulce de leche can to get the caramelized milk out.

The impossible of the cake is that you layer in the ingredients starting with the dulce de leche, then the cake batter, and finally the custard mixture. As it bakes, the cake switches places with the flan and ends up as the top layer. When you turn it out onto the platter, the cake is the base with the flan on top. I squeezed more dulce de leche on top and drizzled some chocolate ganache over it as well.

Luckily, I read the comments for the cake before starting. Many people said that it needed to bake for 90 minutes instead of 60. I timed it for 80 minutes and still ended up giving it another 5 before the wooden skewer came out clean. I also made sure I put my foil nice and tight over the cake pan. I didn't put boiling water in the roasting pan (the cake pan sets in this while baking) and I didn't have any problems with the flan thickening. I did leave it to set on the counter for an hour or so and then refrigerated it overnight before unmolding it. That might have made a difference. I did set it in boiling water for five minutes to soften the caramel before turning it onto the plate. It popped out without much trouble.

This was a pretty simple cake with good results. I would definitely make it again. But I'll need a better can opener next time.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

A Few Halloween Pumpkin Pictures

It was quite a week. I'm still recovering from being crazy busy between work and volunteering and life in general. I did make a point of making time for carving pumpkins. It's one of the few things I enjoy about Halloween, we get to be creative and we get roasted pumpkin seeds to snack on. Since my daughters decided to share a pumpkin this year, it meant I had my own to play with.

My son decided for a tentacle creature.

My daughter created the character of Koro-Sensei, from Assassination Classroom (I didn't get a shot of him after they gave him a mortarboard to wear. It did complete the look.

My idea for this year was a phoenix. It was rather wide, so I took shots from two angles.

When things get crazy, it's nice to take moments to get messy, be creative and have fun.

Thursday, October 27, 2016

The Kitten

Back at the end of August, a kitten showed up in our yard.

She was a little ball of feral fluff. Take a step or two toward her and off she ran. But she always came back. We never saw a mother cat nearby, so we figured she was on her own.

My youngest decided to try to tame her. She researched different methods of taming ferals and used her knowledge from watching Jackson Galaxy's "My Cat from Hell" on Animal Planet. Because this was a kitten, we knew we had better chances for success, but that didn't make the experience any less difficult. My daughter spent days just trying to get the kitten familiar with her. She put out food and tried to sit a little closer each time. She talked to the kitten. She tossed acorns to her when the kitten was playful. There were many setbacks. I described the experience like the plot of the movie 50 First Dates, where the main character is dating a woman suffering from short term memory loss. For a while it seemed like every time my daughter went out, she had to reintroduce herself to the kitten.

But each time it was a little easier.

And then...

The power of chicken snacks
Success! The kitten started responding to her and taking food from her hand. She became much more playful. She even started to let my daughter pet her.
This pumpkin stem from last Halloween became a favorite toy
As the weather got cooler and wetter, I led her to the playhouse in the backyard so she would have shelter. She settled in nicely.
Bonus: I got the playhouse cleaned out!

 The next step would be the hardest. I didn't want to take her into our house without having a vet check her first. We didn't want to expose our other cats to anything. We made an appointment and the morning of the check up we tried to get her into the pet carrier. An hour and several scratches later, I made a new appointment for the following week. We had much better luck the second time. I didn't feed her until we were ready to leave and put the food as far back as possible in the carrier. She was difficult with the doctor at first, but once she calmed down she was a model patient. She got vaccinations and had blood tests and was checked for parasites and worms. We took her home and brought her directly indoors, separating her from the other cats.

Suddenly the carrier is not a bad thing.
We brought all of the toys and other "scent soakers" in so she would have everything familiar with her.

She quickly adapted to indoor life. And my daughter got a good lesson in how high maintenance a baby is. After late nights with an energetic kitten, she is done with being a mother. (Health education: Parenting 101 check!)

At this writing, the kitten has been inside for two weeks and shows no sign of wanting to return to the outside. The only issue is that she did test positive for FIV (Feline AIDS), but our vet assured us that as long as she is not a biter, the other cats will be fine. Not that I could abandon her at this point. When you open your heart to an animal, they do a good job of curling up inside and making you wonder how you lived without them.
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