Biggest sewing project I ever undertook was a tent. 10'x12' footprint, ridgepole ~6'6" up, so it's a good-sized 1 or 2 person tent. I started with a couple of 10'x15' heavy painter's drop cloths, figuring at least part of the assembly would be predone, then realized the original seams were not well done and ended up oversewing them. By hand. It's a nice tent, sort of the bastard offspring of a Viking A-frame and a Quonset hut, but it did take several months to make.
Current projects include a Dr. Suess-ish looking wind instrument I'm making from a dipper gourd and other odds and ends, and a knife from half of a broken pair of scissors and an antler tine. My tent frame needs a minor repair - one of the badger heads on the end boards came off while I was loading it on the honking big SUV I had to rent after my car broke down on the way to Pennsic. I am also in early planning stages to remake my Gayla peregrine falcon kite as a white gyrfalcon. She's really too big for a peregrine, with a 54" wingspan, and is getting a bit faded and battered looking.
Terry Karney @60 - A friend gave me a large pot of herbs, including rosemary. The pot overwinters in my garage, since Ohio winters get a bit cold. I still end up buying, as the plants don't exactly thrive in the garage.
Paula Helm Murray @44 - the pizza dough recipe in Joy of Cooking makes a good crusty white bread too. Let it rise a couple of hours, form a loaf on a ccokie sheet, slather the outside with olive oil, let rise again, bake it at 375 for 40 minutes. If you add some fine-chopped fresh rosemary leaves while making the dough, say about a 6" sprig's worth, you may get asked to bring it to parties.
Sorry to hear about Hiro. The short life spans of rodents are a major reason I've never wanted one for a pet. Like Kelly at #58, I have a 19 year old cat (and a couple of 6-ish ones also). While he has no terminal illness as far as I know, he's declining enough in old age that I doubt he'll make 20. It seems too short a time to have such a sweet furry fellow.
Megalomania?
Congratulations, Caroline and Keith!
Marilee @ 39: whenever you first break your fast in a day, it's breakfast time.
And here I was expecting that the third guy's being full of holiday spirits caused the accident.
O Christmas tree, o Christmas tree,
We'll chop off all your branches.
O Christmas tree, o Christmas tree,
We'll chop off all your branches.
And cut you up for firewood,
So maybe you will do some good.
O Christmas tree, o Christmas tree,
We'll chop off all your branches.
My father used to sing that one. Also sang "A Visit from St. Nick" to the tune of "On Top of Old Smokey".
If you're stuffed up, hot and sour soup. Ginger tea is good too, and also helps an upset stomach. Oh heck, you know all that stuff - rest, plenty of liquids. Be as comfortable as you can, get well soon, and party when you're up to it.
Well, my Ford Escort wagon (manual, Cayman green) is almost 14 years old, getting close to 280K miles. It's showing its age, but I'd say Detroit has managed to turn out some durable and economical small cars.
As one who has helped deep fry a turkey, and, I think, told the story here before (the Great Pennsic Turkey Conflagration may ring bells), I thank St. Barbara that no actual explosions occurred.
A friend gave me some smallish Fuji apples from a local orchard recently. Preheated oven to 350, buttered a small pie pan, rinsed and cored a couple of apples. The good apple stuff that came out with the cores went back into the holes, with generous sprinkles of nutmeg and cinnamon, and a small smoky link sausage in each hole. A little water and about 10 more smoky links went into the pan around the apples, and a little brown sugar got sprinkled on top of the apples. Baked about 45 minutes. Apples and sausage and a sort of apple-sausage broth in the pan. I just put the pan on a hot pad on the table and took a fork to it, then drank the liquid.
I voted last Thursday, at the Board of Elections office in the county courthouse. Busy and crowded, but the wait time was short.
I don't know yet what my work schedule will be that week. If I'm off Election Day, I'll be pitching in on whatever needs doing. In 2006 I did list checks, GOTV phoning, miscellaneous errands, and drove one old lady to and from the polls. If I have a morning shift, I'll be doing that sort of thing after I get off work. Evening shift, not much before 10:30. Hopefully I'll be dropping in on a victory celebration then.
In my thoughts and prayers also.
Don't blow up! (AAAAGH! Watch out! She's gonna BLOW!!!!!)
What are those of us allergic to aspirin supposed to chew on?
Today I celebrated my cat Gypsy's birthday. I don't know the actual day, but he was estimated to be 3 months old when I adopted him in mid-July 1990. At 18, he is thin and frail, but his sight, hearing, and appetite are good, and he still holds his own with the younger cats. He got a dab of cream cheese, a little sliver of butter, and lots of cuddling for his birthday.
He does not play the theremin.
Have to say, when I heard the news of Buckley's death, my exact reaction was "Good riddance". He was a talented and eloquent man, who put his gifts to evil uses. I won't miss him.
In Ohio, voting machinery varies from county to county; I don't think anyone has the lever machines any more. When I moved here, 1984, Scioto County voted on punch cards. We changed over to optical scan in 2006.
Way down the page, on a dead thread, but still it's on topic....I had some pecan halves left from Thanksgiving, about half of one of those little bags (the rest, the smaller and broken ones, went into the stuffing). Sprinkled on a little soy sauce, tossed and turned them to soy all over, added a dusting of ground cumin and a pinch of Korean chili powder. Put them in a low oven, maybe 180-190 degrees, for about an hour, stirring a couple three times. Mmmmmmmmmm nomnomnom.
Lee @ 57 - my parent's first VW microbus, Clarissa, was that greeny-yellow color. By the end of its existence, it was also liberally spattered with stick-on plastic flower cut-outs, mostly covering rust spots. I learned to drive in that underpowered, hell-in-a-crosswind, stick shift vehicle.
James Macdonald @#39: After being stationed in Germany, one of my sisters came home and taught me a couple of phrases of German:
Nicht verstehen
Qualitatswein mit pradikat
Correct spelling not guaranteed.
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