Explorations

Since my mother had problems a few years ago, medical professionals now insist that it's a good thing for me to get screened, tested, scanned and probed.
So tomorrow I go to meet the appropriate doctor, and then we'll set a date for a fun, fun couple of days.  Fasting, and other medical prep work, to get me ready for a colonscopy.
I know that getting checked out is the right thing to do, but the double whammy of what they are going to do, and what the US insurance system will surgically extract, dollar-wise, are daunting.
Yours, wishing that one or the other could be easier:,
N.

Remiss in posting

It's been a while since I posted: we spent a lovely couple of weeks in the UK visiting Boo and Skibo's grandparents (some of which was somewhat internet-access-challenged), and once we came back home everything was full on.

And I'm not sure that I'm going to promise to get back to posting on a near-daily basis again any time soon: I did that for several years, and now am not sure I can do it again.  But I do hope to post more frequently than every five or six weeks, which is my recent track record!

Yours, apologizing to both of you who read this,
N.

Should I blame Delta or Virgin Australia?

I'm slightly peeved with an airline right now, and I'm not sure which airline I should be mad at.

I've never kept track of frequent flier miles before, because i've never come close to earning enough to get status.  But this year, with trips to India and Australia, that changed, and indeed, I made silver medallion status with the trip to Australia.

On coming back, I logged in to check my status, and discovered that Delta had not credited me with miles for the Sydney-LA leg of my trip.  I called, and was informed that it would be credited within 24 hours.

Three days later it was finally posted to my account, but they gave just 3700 miles credit for a 7500 mile flight.  Somewhat niggled by this, I phoned, and was assured that it was a computer glitch, and that all would be fixed within 24 hours.

Today, six days later, it was still showing the same discrepancy.  I phoned again, and this time was told that apparently Virgin Australia only gives half the mileage credit for cattle-class passengers.  I'm immediately pissed off at Virgin Aus for this, of course, but thinking back on it, I'm equally annoyed at Delta: they could choose to credit my Delta skymiles account with whatever they like!  I thought that I had booked a Delta ticket, and they have chosen to regard it otherwise.

Yours, gnashing my teeth.  About something that really doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things.  Grrrr.
N.

Much has happened in months

Much has happened in the time since I last posted.   A trip to Seattle, a trip to Australia.  And they say "pictures, or it didn't happen", so here's some photos.

Baby emus

 Kangaroos

Kookaburra

 There are more camels in Australia than people realise!

 More kangaroos

A wallaby, with a joey in the background

See, it did happen!

Yours, ready to travel again,

N.

Remiss in posting

I've been terribly remiss in posting since this summer.  Not sure why I've felt unable/unwilling to blog, but clearly the effect is that I haven't posted.

Life is good, in most ways.  I'm doing some travelling, and fretting about that (having to write talks for my visits to exotic places, for example) and finding that I'm now more nervous about flying than I used to be.

Next week, I visit Australia -- my first visit south of the equator --- it's been an interesting year for me, with India this spring, and now Oz.  And while I doubt that it will be as life-changing as India, I'm sure that the visit will be a great experience.  Now, I have to just figure out what talk to give, and write the darned thing.

Yours, back, for today,
N.

Palindromes and travel

A noteable date today: it is the same backwards as forwards, regardless of whether we write it in big-endian, little-endian, or the ridiculous US standard of middle-endian order.  (Think D/M/Y, Y/M/D, or the US M/D/Y).
This afternoon, I fly west to attend a conference, and to spread my wit and wisdom about math and computing.  I'm discovering how little I enjoy being away from home these days, although at the same time I do enjoy the travel itself in a way.  And there's a lot of travel coming up, including, if we can figure out how to pay for it, another trip to the UK for Christmas...  at least that one will be with LOML and the kids...

Yours, on the road again, or more precisely, in the air again, soon,
N.

Happy Birthday, Boo!

Nine years old!  Wow!

Yours, wishing a happy birthday to my lovely little girl,
N.

Happy Anniversary

To LOML,
Seven years on, a very happy anniversary to us both! Even if you are out of town on a course!

Yours, as you are mine,
N.

Boo, Poet

Boo, inspired while emptying the dishwasher, composed the following poem:

Bowls aplenty, bowls galore. Bowls are knocking at my door.
Bowls, bowls, all you see.  Bowls at university.

Yours, proud of my little verser,
N.

A quote from Boo

Boo and LOML and I were playing balderdash this evening, while Skibo was at cub scouts.  I've played the dictionary game many times, and assumed that this was just the commercialization of the same game: but it's not: it has categories, one of which is "it is illegal to:"

This led to Boo declaring that "I don't want to live in Fairbanks if it is illegal to sell a beer and a pickle!"  (The correct answer, by the way, is that it is illegal to sell an alcoholic beverage to a moose.)


Yours, still laughing,
N.

Not caught up at all...

Clearly, I'm not caught up.

Yours, missing almost a month...
N.

Catching up

Somehow, I missed blogging for a couple of days, and a couple of days became a week, and a week became two, and now it is twenty days.

I may fill in a few old posts for specific days, to remember what we did, etc.
But finally, there will be fairly big gaps in the blog, and perhaps I can no longer have to worry about missing a day.

Yours, back,
N.

Skibo's birthday, the school ediition

Skibo's birthday falls outside the regular school year, and so his teacher told us that we could celebrate is birthday at lunchtime sometime after the semester began.
We chose to go in today, so that both LOML and I could attend: we brought cookies (store bought), lemon bars (made by LOML)  and strawberries, just washed and hulled and sprinkled  with a very little sugar.
A lovely little gathering, and I think that Skibo enjoyed it.
I felt a little sorry for one girl, who was fasting for Ramadan, and had one more day to go before she could participate in such activities -- had we realised, we would probably have scheduled it for Thursday -- but I was tremendously impressed with how well she handled it: not a trace of sadness that she couldn't join in, just a strength of character that she could bring to bear.

This evening we went to our new favourite restaurant, the thai place downtown, and while the meal was delicious, we were rather put out that the service was dreadful.  And as this was the second time in three visits that the service had been awful, it may rapidly become our previously favourite restaurant.

Yours, happy with the day, except for the service,
N.

ID's

A busy evening: the school district had a small get-together to welcome volunteers (which had been relocated  from the district offices to the school, at least partly because of all of LOML's hard work in the school's memory garden): we were surprised that they chose to take photos of us and give us permanent badges to wear when we are in the school.  Surprised and perturbed: had we known, we might have worn different clothes, brought hairbrushes, etc!  And I might not have cycled to the school!

We had to rush away from the gathering early (a shame, since the food was both nice and healthy) up the slope behind the school to the field for soccer practice.  I spent the best part of an hour walking, while LOML went back to get some stuff done at home.

Yours, rushing around, but fitting some exercise in there too,
N.

Pot roast and latkes

I like to cook.  And I'm not very good at thinking of gifts.  And so often I'll offer to cook friends their favourite dinner as a birthday gift.
This evening we went over to our friends the vets, since it was S's birthday yesterday, and cooked dinner for them.  Actually, we cooked most of it at home and then took it over: a slow cooked pot roast that I started at 9:30am, a bunch of different desserts that LOLM constructed with Boo (and to a lesser extent, Skibo) and then I made latkes at their house.

A lovely time, lovely friends, and, if I say so myself, quite edible food.

Yours, stuffed,
N.

Happy Birthday, S!

Happy Birthday, S!  Since we can't hang out today, we'll go over to your place tomorrow and make dinner!

Yours, continuing the celebrations,
N.

Soccer

We took the kids to soccer practice this evening: the first time I've been able to attend this year (it's only met one other time, with one time being rained out).
In years past, we've stood and watched  the practice for the whole time, or chatted to other parents: but tonight we realised that we could take advantage of the running track around the field, although we walked rather than ran.  LOML had to disappear in the middle (we needed to get some stuff from the store for some cooking that has to be done this evening) but I managed to fit in three and a half miles of walking.  LOML managed a couple of miles in spite of having to run off.

I think that this will be a nice thing to do for the soccer season, at least until matches against other teams start.

Yours, taking this exercise thing seriously,
N.

Meet and greet the new grad students

While LOML took the children to soccer practice this afternoon, I had to go to a local park for a meet and greet with the new graduate students in the department.
Since the park is only a couple of miles away, I decided to cycle rather than drive: the weather was beautiful and it was early enough in the evening that it would still be light enough to not have to worry about lights etc.

Going there was not too bad: the hills were mainly with me, but on the way back, I had to admit defeat for a few feet near the top of one particularly steep stretch, and get off and walk my bike.  But I made it home okay, safe and sound, if a little stretched.

Yours, inserting exercise into the job as well,
N.

Play Ball!

The summer is rapidly winding down --- the kids are back in school and work starts next week.  We'd talked about going to see a baseball game -- the local minor league team --- with our friends K&K, and today we managed, thanks to K&K's generosity and organizing of tickets, we squeezed the six of us into the van, and drove to the stadium.

It was a lovely time: hot, but not unbearably, and our seats were in the shade: the children behaved amazingly well, lasting the whole nine innings, and, I think, they enjoyed the game.  And they certainly enjoyed some of the snacks!

Oh, and the home team won.

Yours, having had a lovely day,
N.

Happy Birthday, K!

Happy Birthday to our lovely friend K!  She and her lovely husband, K, are going with us to a baseball game this afternoon!

Yours, in continuous August celebration mode,
N.

The return of potluck

Potluck is back!  Tonight I made spaghetti and meatballs, others brought bread, salad, desserts.  We've switched to Friday nights, which may or may not be better for some or all of our group: every night is bad for somebody or other, and so for a while we'll try Fridays.

Yours, happy to be back into the potluck season,
N.

Back to school!

Another school year begins for Boo (entering third grade) and Skibo (going into second grade).  We're very excited for them, and they seem happy to be going back.

A big difference this year is that we are going to try to cycle to school as often as possible: together with a couple of other families, cycling in convoy.  The first day, it has been apparent that some bicycles need to be replaced, and the children need bike locks, and new helmets.  But given that, the cycling went relatively smoothly.

Yours, pedalling furiously,
N.

Meet the teachers

This evening we spent an hour or so at the school meeting Boo's new teacher, and getting Skibo re-acquainted with his teacher: she taught his first grade class last year, and has moved up, with an essentially intact class, to teach him in second grade too.

The kids are excited about getting back to school, and so are we!

Yours, in anticipation of the first day,
N.

Skibo's birthday

Skibo's birthday was quite lovely!  Together with some of his friends, and their families, we went to a relatively-local water park, and spent several hours riding on huge inflated toroidal tubes, going down super-fast water slides, playing in fountains, and generally enjoying the park.
A lovely day, made possible by our friend E, to whom we give many thanks!

In the evening, we had friends over for pizza -- essentially all the folks from the earlier part of the day, plus some others who couldn't make it to the water park, but who were will and eager to help Skibo celebrate.

Yours, thinking that the celebrations were just right,
N.

Happy Birthday, Skibo!

Skibo turned 7 at 7am!  Happy Birthday!

Yours, continuing the string of celebrations,
N.

Wild Salmon

Last time we had wild salmon, it tasted, not exactly bland, but perhaps in need of a little brightening.  So, tonight, I'm experimenting: I juiced two small oranges, with the zest of one, and grated an inch of ginger into a small sauce pan: reduced it over low heat for a few minutes, then added a couple of tablespoons of soy sauce and a splash of toasted sesame oil.  Drizzled over the salmon, it is lovely.

Yours, playful in the kitchen,
N.

Reading to the kids

I have missed reading to Boo and Skibo for a little while.  Not that they don't get read to, but that they consistently want LOML (who is more likely to lie down with them and  fall asleep) to do the reading.
But the last couple of nights, I've read to Boo from the third Harry Potter book, and it has been absolutely lovely.  Hopefully, Skibo will turn around again soon too.

Yours, thrilled to be reading again,
N.

Happy Birthday, Mum!

A very happy birthday to you, Mum!  Hope it's a wonderful day!

Yours, celebrating birthday number three this month,
N.

Soccer

I took the kids to Target this afternoon to get them soccer boots, socks and shin guards.  They are signed up for with the town recreation department to play in the kids soccer league, and their try-outs were this evening.
Unfortunately, Skibo got into rather a snit, and refused to go.  Boo just got back, having had a fun time: and fortunately for Skibo (who now does want to play, he says) they put him on the same team as Boo (to make it easier on us).
So, he hasn't lost the opportunity.  Yet.

Yours, occasionally finding his behaviour difficult,
N.

Heat of the day

In an attempt to outwit the weather, we gave in today and went to the pool at 1, in the heat of the day, and managed to stay for an hour.  And it wasn't even the rain that drove us away, it was other commitments that afternoon.
It almost looked like we might be able to go again this evening, but unfortunately, the rumbles returned, and we lost the opportunity.

Yours, only losing to the weather 1-4 now,
N.

Rumble grumble mumble

Two attempts to get to the pool, once at 5-ish and once at 7:30.  The first time, though the sky was clear, we heard thunder just as we arrived.  The second time, no thunder, a little rain, but the pool was already closed.

Yours, getting frustrated,
N.

Happy Birthday Dad!

Another birthday in August.  Have a very happy birthday Dad!

Yours, continuing the month of celebrations,
N.

Grumbles of thunder

Attempting to go to the pool again this evening got shot down.  Rumbles of thunder again.  Of course, rain would be welcome.  Unfortunately, very little rain came.

Yours, gritting my teeth and grumbling,
N.

Rumbles of thunder

Finally, a little rain today: LOML and Boo have been making jewellery together --- mainly earrings --- and decided to sell them at the market on the square this afternoon.  Unfortunately, the skies decided half an hour into their sitting there, having only sold one pair, that it was time to drench the town.  Skibo and I had gone down to see how they were doing, and got there just in time to get wet.
Everyone there, dismayed as we all were to see the market shut down, was delighted by the fact that it was raining: we've had very little for the past few weeks, and while we're not in a drought like we were a couple of years back, it was beginning to get a little worrying.

Unfortunately, it also chose to thunder a little --- and only a little --- right at the time when we had planned to go swimming, and consequently we didn't manage to get in the pool this evening.  Perhaps tomorrow.

Yours, singing, and dancing in the rain,
N.

Happy Birthday, LOML!

Happy Birthday!  May it be a lovely day!

Yours, celebrating,
N.

And the debt limit deal is done.

What a disgusting show in congress.  The only marginally positive thing is that the debt limit has been raised, and the country is not in default.  But we are in a poor economic state, at dire risk of a double dip recession, and the republicans are forcing cuts in stimulative spending: not extending unemployment benefits is not just mean, it's stupid economics.
The way to reduce the deficit is for the economy to grow, to get people taking unemployment benefits to instead be paying income taxes.
But instead of a clean debt limit bill, we are forced to accept a disaster of a bill, sure to lead to ugliness in congress, and likely to lead to less growth, and possibly even a second recession.

Yours, Tunbridge-Wells-ishly,
N.

Meet the swimmers

The last proper swim meet being over, this evening the swim team got together for a little party at the pool.  It was a very pleasant evening, culminating in the adults versus swimmers relay races.  I'd intended to swim backstroke, but there was no backstroke race: instead, there was dolphin diving, running (which I did), kickboard (get a kickboard from one end of the pool to the other any way you like), chain races (one swimmer swims with their arms, the other holds her legs and swims with feet), etc.

Yours, pleased to meet,
N.

Culture, entertainment, sport

In some sense, a day which went from high culture (we went to the theatre, to see a play), to entertainment (on arriving home, the kids insisted on watching television), to sport --- after dinner, we went to the pool, and enjoyed the water in the warmth of the evening.

Yours, thinking that all we were missing was bread and circuses
N.

Our young artisan becomes a businesswoman

Boo has been making earrings for a few weeks now.  She has a lovely eye for ways to put beads together, how colours will work in interesting ways, and has constructed several lovely sets.
This afternoon, a friend of our stopped by, and on seeing Boo's work, asked if she could buy a pair of the earrings.
Boo set her price (and naturally, she had no idea for how much to ask for, but she will learn that in time: in this instance she came in rather below:-) and immediately made her first sale!

So, our young artisan has become a businesswoman!  LOML suggested to her that she split the proceeds into three chunks, placing each chunk in a jar: one for saving, one for spending, and one for sharing.

Yours, very proud of our little girl,
N.

How is a pig's tail like getting up for a swim meet this morning?

To quote the old, and deliberately awful Noel Coward joke, "twirly!"

It was indeed way too early this morning to get up for swimming.  But get up we did, and we ferried the kids to another pool for their final swim meet of the season: both kids swam their hearts out, didn't come close to winning any race, but had a fun time.  And in at least one relay race, Skibo's team, aged six and seven, was racing against teams aged ten and eleven!

Next week the children are signed up for swimming lessons, which I hope will help improve their strokes: the swim team coach has been focussing mainly on getting them to swim laps, and hasn't  had the time for individual attention, but starting Monday, they'll have a great teacher, just for the two of them.

Yours, looking forward to seeing more improvement,
N.

Another month has flown by

August is nearly upon us, and with it, birthdays galore.

Yours, thinking it is time to celebrate...
N.

Prioritizing problems

It seems to me that the country is confused.  And not only that, the confusion is very very scary.

The deficit is an issue.
The debt is a problem.
The current debt ceiling is a crisis.
And the approaches being discussed at the moment are leading us down the road to disaster.

The solution is to pass a clean debt ceiling extension bill, or even, get rid of the debt ceiling completely.
As for the debt, the way to reduce that is to grow the economy faster, and to increase revenues, as well as by eliminating unwanted, unnecessary or ineffective spending and waste.
For the deficit, we should not be too concerned right now.  The country is still lingering in the awful after effects of a recession, and we should be spending sensibly to accelerate growth.  If we need to worry about the deficit, we should be returning to the pre-Bush tax levels, and using the resulting revenues in a maximally stimulative way, which, largely speaking, is helping the poor, the unemployed, building essential infrastructure, investing in education.  Tax cuts to the wealthy are an incredibly inefficient form of stimulus.

Instead, I remain

Yours, looking forward to disaster on Tuesday,
N.

Khoresht e Alu

I've probably mis-spelled the title of the post, but I copied it from a friend's recipe, a recipe she copied down for me some twenty or more years ago.

I had lost the recipe, and discovered it hiding between the pages of a cookbook a few months ago, and tonight I decided to try making it again.

It's a Persian chicken stew with golden prunes: one of my main memories of it from decades back was a frantic trip to a shop in Washington DC which claimed to sell Iranian foods, and was only open for a few more minutes than it would take to drive there from the suburbs.  We made it that day, and the food was good enough I asked for the recipe: but I annotated the recipe with "dried apricots?" next to the golden prunes.

Needless to say, here in the wilds of the back of beyond civilization, there were no golden prunes to be had for forty miles, so I substituted dried apricots for the prunes.  The result was delicious, although neither child appreciated it.

Khoresht e Alu
6-8 chicken pieces (skinless thighs works well here)
2-3 onions, minced
1 tsp turmeric
Couple of cloves of garlic, minced or pressed
2 15 oz cans tomatoes
1tsp cinnamon
Salt
Pepper
20-30 golden prunes
Oil for sauteeing the onions, browning the chicken

Brown the chicken in the oil on all sides.  Remove to a plate.  Add the onions and cook over medium heat, stirring, for a few minutes.  Add the garlic and the tomatoes, bring to a simmer, and add the chicken back in.  Simmer covered for an hour or so, then add the cinnamon, salt, pepper and prunes.
Simmer for another half hour or so, covered. 
Serve with rice (I used Trader Joe's Brown Basmati, which we love), yogurt and chopped onion.  I omitted the chopped onion, and added some toasted slivered almonds instead.

Delectable!  Thanks, Mairi!

Yours, reliving recipes from decades ago,
N.

Boo is better again

It seems that Boo's virus has been vanquished.  She and Skibo were bouncing off the walls this afternoon (and literally, and annoyingly, climbing the furniture too).
Fortunately, by the time dinner was over, some order had returned to the chaos, and we all went to the pool, where the kids were able to get some of the energy out, and they went to bed surprisingly well.

I tried a new idea for a meal today -- and while it wasn't a complete success, I have ideas for how to modify it, and will give it another shot.  Inspired by The Minimalist cooking show a few days ago, (inspired but not copying: his recipe was quite different, beginning for example, with lamb) I made some spiced meatballs out of ground turkey, sauteed onions and pepper, an egg, cumin, coriander, paprika and sriracha.
I formed small cylindrical meatballs, browned them in a little olive oil over high heat, then rolled them in red lettuce leaves, to emulate stuffed  grape leaves, without using grape leaves.

The lettuce was not a great hit: the texture was all wrong, but the idea may work.  I'll try mustard greens next time, wilted in some boiling water for a few seconds: they should wrap around the meat more neatly, and give it a better package.

Yours, always wanting to try new things,
N.

Poor Boo

Poor Boo has a stomach virus: she'd been complaining of tummy troubles for a day or two, and LOML took her to the doctor this morning.  Nothing we can do, except encourage her to get some rest, and let it work its way through her system.  Apparently she shouldn't be contagious, so it really changes nothing, but knowledge of it is good.  She napped for a good while this afternoon, which is a rare occurrence.

All this put lots of other kinks into the day, from the kids not going to swim team practice this morning, to Skibo and me not going swimming this evening.

Yours, hoping to go to the pool tomorrow evening,
N.

Garlic, basil, shrimp

No swimming tonight: the pool is closed on Mondays (although open for swim team practice in the mornings), so it will have to wait until tomorrow.
We had shrimp in a garlic, basil, tomato and wine sauce tonight, with brown rice, portabella mushrooms, and salad: very quick and easy, and delicious.

1 lb peeled shrimp (30 count, or so)
5 cloves of garlic, minced or put through a garlic press
White wine
A cup or two of chopped tomatoes (we used tiny cherry
tomatoes cut in half, straight off LOML's plants)
Big bunch of basil, chopped or cut in a chiffonade
Sriracha hot sauceSalt, Pepper
A little oil for sauteeing.

Heat a skillet, pour in a little oil, just enough to coat the pan: saute the shrimp for a few seconds on each side, just until they start to change colour.
Remove the shrimp to a plate, put the garlic in the pan, and cook for 30 seconds or so, just until it turns fragrant --- not until it burns!  Add a cup or so of white wine, and cook until it reduces a little: just for a few minutes over high heat.  Add the tomatoes, a healthy squirt of sriracha hot sauce (as much or as little as you like) and season with salt and pepper. Add the basil, and the shrimp and cook, stirring, for a minute or two, just until the shrimp are cooked through.
(Please, never overcook shrimp!)

Yours, pleased with how this turned out,
N.

Spanish Gold

We made paella this evening: quite delicious, as I had hoped, although the soccorat didn't work out as well as I had thought it might.  I was happy to discover that a couple of local grocery stores sell little packs of saffron, and not hidden away in the back, either.  It used to be that the local stores were so worried about it being shoplifted that you'd have to ask for it, feeling rather guilty, as if buying some forbidden product.
And as for the title, spanish gold: it turns out that at current gold prices, saffron is rather cheaper than the metal: not much, but a bit.  Saffron locally sells for between $350 and $400 per ounce, counting sales tax.  Fortunately, I only needed half a gramme, or 1/56 of an ounce, so the cost was merely inhibiting, not completely prohibitory.

Yours, spinning the threads,
N.

Texas displays some rational behaviour?

It troubles me that the current political wisdom seems to suggest that the Governor of Texas is about to jump into the Republican presidential race: after all, the last time a Governor of Texas ran for President it all turned out so well, didn't it?

Nonetheless, there is a slight glimmer of progress on the horizon: the Texas State Board of Education, finally showing sense, has decided to adopt textbooks that teach science, instead of insisting on anti-evolution pseudo scientific mumbo jumbo.

This is a huge deal, because they are one of the biggest purchasers in the US of text books, and what they decide to buy often gets foisted on lots of other smaller school districts by the publishers.

Yours, happy at a sign of sense,
N.

Horrors in Norway

I can't think of a comparable act of terror to what has happened in Norway.  The fact that they were children, the fact that the killer continued his rampage over an extended period of time, the number slaughtered, all make it one of the most horrific acts of our time.  And the fact that it appears to have been politically motivated: that the children were among the best and brightest of the new generation for a political party, and the murderer slaughtered them because of this, adds a further sense of horror to an already horrendous crime.

Yours, saddened, and horrified, and grieving for the people of Norway,
N.

And another

Another day ends swimmingly.
The end was fine.
Yours, thinking that the middle part of the day could have been better.
N.

Wondering about growing exotic plants

With the difficulty we have in procuring various ingredients for recipes around here, we've been kicking around the idea of buying some plants, and growing them ourselves.  We already have a good little crop of lemongrass (which LOML planted a few months ago, and is growing nicely): next time we get some galangal, we may save a piece and try to root it.  The current discussion is about curry leaves and kaffir lime leaves: they both are small enough shrubs that we could grow them in plant pots on the deck, and bring them in during the winter.  Not sure whether we'll actually follow through on the idea, but it's fun to contemplate.

Yours, wondering if this is a way to curry favour,
N.

Another evening of swimming

To cap today off, we had another evening of swimming.  This was a very nice way to end what had been a rather hectic day.  LOML drove a couple of hours to pick up a friend's child from the airport, getting stuck in unpleasant traffic on the way back, for a return journey of rather more than a couple of hours.  I spent the afternoon at home helping other friends out by watching three of their boys (four year old twins and a nine year old), together with Boo and Skibo, and one of Boo's friends.  Six kids who mostly played nicely together, but it was still rather stressful!
So, the relaxing nature of the pool was a nice way to destress at the end of the day.

Yours, wound down,
N.

Evening swimming

One of our friends had expressed an interest in going swimming with us at the outdoor pool, and we had all decided that the most convenient (and coolest) time of the day to do so would be in the evening.
This evening, we went.  It turned out to be a delightful swim: the pool was almost empty at 7:30: the lifeguards could relax and joke with the children a little, and towards the end of our time there, the lifeguards taught Boo how to do a flip off the diving board into the pool.

Yours, at the end of an idyllic evening,
N.

Back to work

Another Monday morning.  Back at work, teaching again, at 8am.

Yours, missing the summer of a few weeks ago.
N.

Wild salmon leftovers

Friday night we ate wild salmon, poached in white wine.  Tonight we reaped the leftovers: salmon fishcakes, made with the remains of the salmon and about the same weight in mashed potatoes.
Together with salad, and tomatoes from the garden, tossed with fresh mozzarella, basil, balsamic vinegar and olive oil, a feast!

Yours, feasted,
N.

Swim meet

Morning came around way too early today: we made it to the pool for the 7:15 warm-ups.  The meet, the second for the kids, but the first one I've been able to get to, was fun, and went mostly without a hitch.  I say mostly, because for Skibo's first race, he didn't realise that he was supposed to be in the water, and the other three swimmers left without him.  Fortunately there was an empty lane in the following heat, and he swam in that instead (and acquitted himself well, considering that the swimmers in that heat were all a year or two older than him).
Boo did really well too -- not winning any races, but swimming hard all the way, and she only lost one race by a tiny fraction of a second.

Really rather a fun way to spend the morning, if a little too early to be up.

Yours, ready for a nap,
N.

Swimming

What time do we have to be up at in the morning? 
We have to be at the pool by 7:15??? 
This is the less pleasant side of swim team: the pool opens to the public at 10, so the swim meet has to start at some awful hour.

Yours, thinking that heading to bed early has to be a necessity tonight,
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Happy Bastille Day!

We failed completely to celebrate one of the world's better known holidays: with LOML out of town it didn't feel right to throw a potluck party, added to which so many of the people we know are away on vacation.  In the end I forgot to mention it completely to the children (who are still a little young to read Les Miserables, so it may be okay to not tell them about it yet).

Still, it might have been nice to cook up a batch of boeuf bourguignon, or something else in celebration of all things French. (Including, since I do live in the States, their team's loss to the US yesterday!)

Yours, thinking that I may just have to watch Casablanca later to get a fix of La Marseillaise!
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Surviving

The three of us are surviving LOML's absence quite well.  LOML, meanwhile, is enjoying learning about aquatic life for a couple of days in a state park.  The kids have a babysitter for the mornings, while I am at work, and then in the afternoons we try to do things like reading, not watching tv, and not hitting each other.  We have succeeded in reading a couple of chapters, and not watching tv for every hour of the day, so I'll count it as a partial success.

Yours, glad it's only one more day,
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Beja Flor

I've been listening, as I may have recently said, to Zoe Lewis' lovely album, Rotary Phone, finding it a wonderful mostly light hearted piece of music.  Her songs really are stories: for example, the song Bollywood, all about an eight year old girl on a train in India, singing, with no shoes, but dreams of Bollywood sparkling in her mind.  Rotary Phone, the title song, is a lovely paean to the old days when one came home to one's phone, not carrying it around like an electronic umbilical cord.
One song that was not as obvious to me was Beja Flor.  It sounded as though it was about a hummingbird --- and when I finally remembered to google the term, I discovered that Beija Flor is indeed the Portuguese word for hummingbird.  So, today I learned a new word in a language in which I know very few words, and understood better a beautiful song!

Yours, always looking to learn.
N.

The beer necessities of life

won't come to you... at least, in Minnesota, that is: since the state government is shut down, and since the state requires beer labels to be re-approved every three years, and since that last happened very nearly three years ago for some major brewers, Minnesota is just days away from a massive "beer" shortage.
Of course, they'll still be able to get real beer, but the massive breweries affected will force Joe Sixpack to try a sixpack of something with real flavour!

Yours, happy to be in a non-shut-down state,
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Memories

I apologise for how mundane my posts have been recently: not that I mean them to be mundane: but I frequently have ideas for a wonderful post, only to find that I am not at my computer.
And so I say "I have to remember that idea".
Only to forget what the heck it was when I am next at the computer.

Eventually I remember again, sometimes to post, sometimes to decide not to, and sometimes to be not at the computer, and to forget again before the next opportunity to post.

I've had similar experiences while exercising to Zoe Lewis' music: she has a song called Beja Flor, and I had not idea what it was about: listening to the lyrics, it sounded like it might be about a hummingbird.  But every time I exercised to the lyrics, I was still exercising when the song came on: I'd think "I have to check that" but by the time I had finished, the song was gone, as was the thought.

Well, a moment on google told me this afternoon that yes, indeed, it is a hummingbird.  A spectacularly beautiful one at that!

Yours, in memory of memory,
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One year later

It's been a whole year since Neptune was discovered.  A year on Neptune, that is.

Yours, thinking that this needs cake,
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The mystery is revealed

A month or more ago, the local transportation department people came round and put up poles for signposts.  And then -- when nobody was looking, covered them with trash bags.
Being a law-abiding community, a few people may have peeked, but nobody unwrapped the signs completely.  We were all left to wonder why they were covered.

Today, all was revealed: the signs are warning of road works along the street through town: presumably the fact that they've put in serious signs means that the road works are going to last for a little while.

Yours, curiousity satisfied, for now,
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Saturdays at work

My institution, in its infinite wisdom, chooses to observe Independence Day.
And when July 4th falls on a day in the summer semester, to make up for the missed day, we have to teach on the following Saturday.
This year, our schedule has changed slightly, moving about a week later: consequently the 4th lay outside the semester completely.  And to compensate, they are making us work two saturdays to make up for it.

Yours, completely confused by this,
N.

Trader Joes

Took a trip to the big city today, to get some supplies: in particular, Trader Joe's cheap, but entirely drinkable wines.  Two buck chuck is actually $2.99 before tax, so it's really more-than-three-buck chuck, but even so, it's still a bargain.
And Whole Foods is just down the road, and with it, smoked trout and smoked mackerel.

Yours, wishing that they would open up their stores in our town instead, though,
N.

Back in the daily routine

Back to work today: I enjoyed lecturing (of course, since I like the sound of my own voice, and the way my ideas work) but at the same time, I felt almost disconnected from the process.
It's almost like the time off, the time spent not thinking about teaching, research, supervising, has left me unready to go back to my real world.
I'm sure it will take a day or two at most to reconnect, but the sense of distance was quite disconcerting.

Yours, working to reconnect for tomorrow,
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Really enjoying Zoe Lewis' new album

I just want to plug my favourite singers newest album: Zoe Lewis released Rotary Phone a few weeks ago, and I've been enjoying it on a near daily basis ever since our copy arrived.  I sing along while exercising, and Boo comes into the room and sings with me. 
It's a lovely piece, nostalgic for old technologies and old places, and poignant with metaphors when describing the Bollywood dreams of a young girl in India.  A wonderful album!  You can buy it from CDBaby, or directly from Zoe herself.

Yours, reminding you to check this album out,
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Last few days of freedom

In a couple of days, I get to go back to the salt mines.  Or I get to go back and assault minds.  Or something.
So today,  I went swimming with the children for a little while, folded some paper, and generally enjoyed the fact that it's still a couple of days away.

Yours, living in the moment,
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Rats

Or more properly, a rat.  Designed by the late great Eric Joisel, folded by me.

Yours, happy with the result,
N.

Happy Independence Day

As Flanders and Swann sang:

The war of American independence,
That was enjoyable, by and large,
Watching England's free descendants busy defeating German charge.

Yours, independently,
N.

Preparations are underway

We've prepared much of the stuff for tomorrow's party: LOML's made a crustless cheesecake, I've put together the coleslaw, the ribs and chicken are marinating, ready to slow cook tomorrow, and a bunch of other stuff has been prepped and is ready to combine.

Yours, looking forward to the party,
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Fireworks!

A very pleasant evening: we went to friends for a gentle outdoor meal: salad and chicken, with lots of watermelon for the children.  Met some new and nice people, three of whose names begin with Mary.
And then we walked down the street to watch the annual fireworks display (our town always celebrates the Saturday before July 4th). 

Yours, having enjoyed the fireworks,
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Coleslaw

Surprisingly, I don't seem to have uploaded this recipe before: it's the coleslaw recipe I prefer: no mayonnaise, tart, with a good little bite.

Non-mayonnaise coleslaw
    * 1 medium head cabbage, shredded
    * 1 large red onion, diced
    * 1 cup grated carrots
    * 2 stalks celery, chopped
    * 1/3 cup white sugar
    * 1 cup white vinegar
    * 3/4 cup vegetable oil
    * 1 tablespoon salt
    * 1 tablespoon dry mustard
    * black pepper to taste


 In a large bowl, combine cabbage, onion, carrots, and celery.
 Sprinkle with 1/3 cup sugar, and mix well. In a small saucepan,
 combine vinegar, oil, salt, dry mustard, and pepper. Bring to
 a boil. Pour hot dressing over cabbage mixture, and mix well.

Yours, planning on making this Sunday, since it ages well,
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Happy Canada Day

Happy Canada Day to all my Canadian friends (and even if you are not Canadian, or not a friend, feel free to celebrate!)

Yours, in a Dominion Day frame of mind,
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Preparing for the fourth

We are going ahead with our July 4th party this year, despite the fact that I don't have undergraduates studying with me this time round.  It's going to be the tenth year in a row we've held the party, and it's a tradition I'd like to continue.
As always, we'll go all out.  So far the menu includes (bearing in mind that it's a potluck, so others will be bringing food too)

Barbecued pork ribs, chicken wings and drumsticks
Vietnamese-style chicken salad
Coleslaw
Pizza (for the kids: pepperoni, pineapple, cheese)
Flat breads (garlic, cheese, onion)
Hummus (perhaps one roasted pepper, the other cumin and coriander)
Tapenade
Allioli (spicy, with sriracha chili sauce)
Smoked trout and smoked mackerel pates
Harvest mix salad (about which I've written recently)

Crustless cheesecake
Roulade au chocolat

In previous years there would also have been sausage rolls as a staple, and I probably would have gorged mainly on them.  One of the changes I've made over the past few weeks and months is that I don't immediately think of preparing them for every party.  They may well get added to the menu still, in particular if the children request them, but they're no longer an automatic entry.

Yours, thinking that about half of the menu is rather healthy, and feeling that the other half is allowed on a feast day
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Incentive schemes

As I've been exercising, and losing weight (both in terms of pounds on the scale, and in terms of the way I look and feel), I've set myself a few incentives.  One of these is buying shorts in a size smaller than the one I currently wear.  And so far, I'm proud to say that I'm regularly wearing two sizes smaller than in February, and few days ago I bought a pair of shorts one size smaller than that.
Yesterday, I tried them on.  And while I wouldn't say that they fit, they fastened.  Of course,  I had a bit of a muffin top going on with them, but I wasn't having to struggle to get them fastened: they were tight, but not crazily so.  The last time I wore that size was probably fifteen or twenty years ago!

Yours, thinking about buying a pair a size smaller....
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Final days of rest

I've been enjoying the past few weeks --- not the lack of income, of course, but the fact that for the first time in nine years I've had a few weeks to decompress, not to have to go in to work, not to have to focus on the job.  Of course, I've probably spent a fair amount of time thinking about mathematics anyway, but it's been my choice, not a requirement.
It all comes to an end a week tomorrow.  And one of the things I'll miss most is the time to exercise --- but I'm definitely planning to try to build it into my day (and evening) for the future.

Yours, preparing to hit the ground running,
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Thai one on again

I mis-spoke yesterday, when I suggested that yesterday morning would be more complicated than the rest of the week.  Hopefully, today will turn out to have been the complicated day.
LOML turned out to have a cooking program to run today (two people signed up at the last moment, and so it wasn't cancelled) and so last night we had a dry run.  It didn't go so well: we forgot to add a couple of key ingredients to recipes, and while the food was edible, it didn't pop.
Well, today we both went (with Skibo and a laptop in tow, so he could play on the computer out of mind but not out of sight) and taught some lovely people to make some simple Thai food.
All in all, the class was a blast: everyone had fun, we put all the ingredients into each dish, everything tasted great together, and a fun time was had by all.

Yours, having enjoyed a few hours doing something I didn't expect to be doing,
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Summers are a busy time

This morning we did a run around, which we'll do for most of the rest of the week.  Boo is in drama camp, starting at 9, and she and Skibo are in swim team practice from 8 until 9.  Given that Boo changes from swimsuit to clothes at the speed of molasses, this means pulling her from practice at 8:35 in order to get her to the camp.
This morning was complicated by the fact that there was also a breakfast meeting of the parents at swim team to discuss the upcoming races, including the parent-kids race next month.  At least for the rest of the week it will just be competing swim-team/drama camp schedules.

Yours, everywhere at once,
N.

Occasionally we try for good deeds

Yesterday afternoon we took the children swimming, and with us, we took Boo's friend A: Boo and Skibo are swimming like crazy these days -- far better than LOML or me, as is not surprising, since they are in swim team lessons every morning: but A had not had lessons in a long time, and was far less comfortable in the water.

LOML started out with her, trying to help her learn to find her comfort and safety zone, and then I joined in.  We tried to give her some lessons on how to float, and how to not panic, and by the end of the couple of hours we were there she was doing so much better -- trying to swim, putting her face in the water when she did so, and generally enjoying the whole experience.

Unfortunately, our attention to her didn't go down well with Boo, who attributed it to our loving her friend more that we loved her.  And as much as we tried to talk to her about it, she closed her ears and mind to us.

Later, friends offered both Boo and Skibo the chance of a sleepover: initially, Boo leapt at the chance, but later, she reneged, and decided to stay with mummy and daddy instead -- I'm pretty sure that it was because she felt in need of a little attention.

Yours, wishing this was not an issue, but understanding why it might be,
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Back home

Back home again, to running hugs and kisses from Boo and Skibo.

Unfortunately, just in time to not take delivery of a newly built desktop computer.  It seems that the frying of the video card a little while ago, which I'd deduced, and the frying of the rest of the motherboard, which my friendly local computer repair guy confirmed, was accompanied by the frying of almost all the other components in the box.  Including the wireless card, which is the current bottleneck, meaning that we won't get the new box back until Monday.

Yours, missing having the fourteenth computer in the house,
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Strange political fact

Rick Perry, currently considering a run for president, was the state chair of Al Gore's presidential campaign in 1988.
I wonder how this will go down with the tea party.

Yours, quite surprised by this one,
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Hanging with students

For the best part of a decade now I've been working with undergraduates for two months over the summer, teaching them as best I can how to be a research mathematician.   I've loved doing it: even though it is hard work, it is very rewarding. 
This year our grant to run the program was up for renewal, and unfortunately our proposal was not chosen for funding.  This has had several consequences: firstly, that for the first time in a long time I have had time to just be over the summer; second, that I have no income for a couple of months (as you might imagine, this is a very negative consequence); and last, and another negative consequence, I've not had incredibly bright undergraduates around me all the time, wanting to discuss mathematics. 
Today, I visited a nearby university, one with such a research program running, and got to hang out with the students --- tomorrow I get to go and hear all about what they are doing, learn about their projects, their research, and, perhaps, put in a few suggestions to help guide what they do for the next few weeks.  It was a lovely day, and I expect tomorrow to be just as good.

Yours, reminded of what I've missed over the past few weeks,
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Swim team, week 2, day 3

This morning, Skibo jumped out of bed, asking "where are my swimming trunks?" and ready to go at a moment's notice.  Boo was a little less enthusiatic, but only slightly so.  She was ready to leave well ahead of schedule.
They both enthusiastically got into the pool, and neither one showed any interest in leaving early!  They are, at least for today, hooked!

Yours, hoping tomorrow is as easy for me, and as much fun for them,
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Revisiting the harvest blend salad

This afternoon I decided we'd try to have fish for dinner --- grocery stores permitting --- with trout as the first choice, and salmon as the fallback position. 
Unfortunately the grocery store had no trout, but they did have wild salmon, at a reasonable price, and it looked gorgeous, so I bought some.  I had decided to pair it with a variant on the harvest blend salad I made last week: replacing the pineapple with orange segments, and the rice vinegar in the dressing by lime and lemon juices (together with the zest from all three citrus fruits).  A small change, but it made a big difference in the flavour: not better, not worse, but different: and definitely very good with salmon.
The salmon I poached, in chardonnay and water, with dill and some of the citrus zest: deliciously delicate, perfectly flavoured, and beautiful to look at.

For the carbs, I threw together a couple of flatbreads dressed with garlic oil (using a no-knead bread recipe, together with some olive oil), which lent a delightful heft and earthy flavour to the meal.

All in all, a dinner fit for a feast --- except for Skibo, who has still to develop a sophisticated palate....

Yours, happy as heck with how this dinner turned out,
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Oops!

We'd thought of celebrating the summer solstice, perhaps even with a small party.  And somehow, the approach of the day completely slipped by us.  And it wasn't until this afternoon that we realised it was the solstice, much to the children's dismay.
Oh well.  Next year.

Yours, on the longest day of the year,
N.

Swim team, week 2, day 2

This morning there was still resistance on Boo and Skibo's parts to going to swim team.  The resistance, though, was light, and we got out of the door well in time to get to the pool, and they were quite happy to go and swim when they got there!
LOML's summer camp seems to be going well: we'd discussed whether Boo or Skibo should attend, and ended up leaving the choice to them: both days so far they've both chosen to do so, and have enjoyed themselves greatly.

Yours, thinking that summers were much less full of activities thrumptysevix years ago, but also thinking that the kids are enjoying these opportunities,
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Swim team, with two participants

Skibo insisted today that he wasn't going to swim.  No way, no how.
Boo was happy to go, but wanted her brother to swim too.

How to resolve the issues?  Well, first, insist that Skibo have his trunks under his clothes, then make sure we actually ended up at the pool ahead of time.  After that, the coach persuaded Skibo to help him move some floats, and asked whether he'd help lead the stretching.  Skibo helped moved the floats, but put his foot down on anything more.

Boo joined in the stretching (she really wanted Skibo involved too, but at least she agreed  to do it without him) and then all the other kids jumped into the pool.

Skibo took one look at them, tugged my hand, and said "I'm going to go change", went into the changing rooms and took his clothes off --- which he could have done pool-side, since his trunks were on underneath --- jumped into the pool, and did a fantastic job.

I'm anticipating this battle happening every day until school is back!  But hopefully, I'll be proved wrong and they'll discover the fact that they enjoy swim team, and will therefore want to do it...

Yours, thinking "they've already discovered they enjoy the swimming" part
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Experimenting with salads

Last week, as I mentioned, we experimented with a salad using Trader Joe's Harvest Mix of seeds and beans and orzo.  Today, having purchased some quinoa from the same store, I decided to try another salad: this time, a quinoa, roasted corn and tomato salad, with a cumin coriander lemon dressing.

I roasted (or rather broiled) a couple of ears of corn, and three tomatoes: seasoned first with olive oil and salt and pepper to help them roast.  I cooked a cup of quinoa in chicken stock, as per the package directions.  After mixing them together (this was the original inspiration) I searched my taste buds for what to season it with.

I had a couple of small warm peppers -- a serrano and a not-too-hot thai chilli, and I chopped those up (sans membranes and seeds -- I wasn't going for heat) and tossed them in the mix.  I chopped up a fresh tomato that LOML had grown as well, threw it in, and thought about the dressing.

The flavour was clearly in need of an oil/acid combination, but I wanted some spices too: and LOML and I decided that middle-eastern was the way to go, so I used lemon juice and olive oil for the liquids, and threw in salt, pepper and some cumin and coriander: enough to taste, but not enough to overpower: about a teaspoon of cumin, and half that of coriander.

Quite delicious -- though it could do with a couple of things: it needs more green (perhaps italian flat leaf celery) and more crunchy texture (I'm considering yellow bell peppers, diced, or perhaps cucumber).  But overall, I'm very pleased with my culinary imagination over the past week or two, especially since I've been using it to make somewhat healthier food!

Yours, patting myself on my back,
N.

Happy Fathers' Day!

Happy Fathers' Day to my dad!  And a very happy Fathers' Day to all of you out there who are fathers, and also to all of you who are sons or daughters and have helped make their fathers know the joy of parenthood!

Yours, raising a toast,
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A surprise outing

The children decided that they wanted to play with friends this morning, and so LOML and I got an unexpected, very pleasant opportunity to go off to lunch at the Thai restaurant with our friends the vets: now, S is not, by her own description, an adventurous eater, but today she decided she wanted to branch out.  And we are very proud of her for trying all sorts of new, exotic, scary foods: foods like Pad Thai (which was not actually that good), Massuman Curry (which was good) and Green Curry (which she liked best of these three), in addition to Chicken Satay (which she enjoyed tremendously).

So, not only did we encourage a friend to branch out, gastronomically speaking, but she enjoyed the experience too, and found some things she'd choose to eat again!

Yours, having enjoyed the surprise outing,
N.

Boo is back!

And she had a wonderful week at horse camp (or cowgirl camp, or whatever the name is).   It seems that there was one day when she got a little teary and homesick, but by and large it sounds like she managed wonderfully!

To celebrate her return (and the return of her friend M as well), we had the family over for dinner this evening: I cooked burgers (laced with hidden vegetables for all except M, a dedicated carnivore who won't touch a trace of bell pepper, or onion, or garlic), and served up some more of the Harvest Mix salad I've been eating for a few days now (still delicious).  Delicious meal, if I say so myself!

Yours, happy to have Boo back,
N.

Sleepovers

Since Boo is away for the week, with her friend M, and since M's brother A is Skibo's friend, tonight A is over here for a sleepover.
Earlier, LOML took them to the movies to see Kung Fu Panda 2 --- which is, apparently, very good --- and then we also gave them a movie night tonight.  They chose the next streamable movie in the Land Before Time sequence (it happened to be V, following I and III -- apparently II and IV are unworthy of our attention, or perhaps too well done to be streamed to the hoi polloi).  We sat and watched it, and ate popcorn, and had a lovely night.

Nonetheless, as nice as it has been to spend the best part of a lovely week with Skibo, LOML and I are both looking forward very much to getting our lovely daughter back tomorrow.

Yours, missing Boo,
N.

Before Time

Today is the twentieth birthday of the son of my two closest friends: I remember visiting them a few months later for his baptism, and babysitting him for an hour, and having to rock him in his pram the whole time, hecause otherwise he wouldn't stop screaming... but when I rocked him he quieted down a little.
A couple of years later, when his family had moved to the US, I visited again: I have a very strong memory of sitting with him and his younger sister, watching The Land Before Time, or one of its sequels, watching the joy and fear and delight and suspense on their little faces.  Again, babysitting while their parents stole a few moments together.
And now, the circle turns, and this evening Skibo asked for a movie night, and since he'd recently watched TLBT, and there are multiple sequels, we watched the first sequel available for streaming on net flix.  And I watched his face, as thrilled, scared and delighted as another child's face had been long, long ago.

Yours, watching similarities across the years,
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While the cat's away

the mice will play.

And in our case, while Boo's away, LOML and I will play with Skibo. 

In this instance, we were driving to the big (small) city to buy some things harder to find near home, and Skibo was not happy about the travel.  On the way there, he played with a birdsong gadget, making LOML and me realise how few birdsongs we can identify from memory.  I definitely need some practice on that score!! (Or would, if it mattered enough).

On the way home, Skibo kept asking how long it was till we got home: so we pointed out that the dashboard clock showed current time, and Emma, our GPS, gives an expected time of arrival.  And so Skibo started calculating how many minutes to go, subtracting times from each other with great skill!

A fwe minutes later, we started getting him to tell us how to spell words: he was fantastic at it (if not 100% correct --- but a good high accuracy rate, and we were giving him words like "magnificent" and "praiseworthy", which I think are tricky for a typical 6 year old)!

Yours, thrilled by the fact that he can spell so well already, and without a pen or paper at hand!
N.

Swim team part 2

Skibo was almost eager this morning to go to swim camp!   What a pleasant difference from one day to the next!  And he seemed to do really well, as well!

Yours, glad to see his swimming skills develop,
N.

Salad days

The weather these days is warm, although this morning it was cool enough to open the doors and windows and use the attic fan to pull air into the house. LOML and I loved the coolness, although strangely many of the parents at the pool seemed almost to be complaining about it!

Today felt like a day to eat salad (and also a day to eat steak, so not a perfectly healthy meal!)  We'd bought a package of "harvest mix" on our last trip to Trader Joe's: a melange of quinoa, baby chickpeas, orzo, and other similarly sized (and cooking-time-related) items.  I decided to cook it up and mix it into a salad: and it was quite magnificent!

1 1/4 cups Harvest mix salad
1 3/4 cups chicken broth

1/2 lb Trader Joe's Harvest Mix
Two ripe tomatoes, seeded, chopped into quarter inch dice
1 red bell pepper, chopped into quarter inch dice
1 serrano chili pepper, seeded, finely chopped
4-5 inches of hothouse or "English" cucumber, chopped into quarter inch dice
2 cups pineapple, cut into quarter inch dice
Handful fresh mint, coarsely chopped




Rice wine vinegar
Olive oil
Salt
Pepper

Cook the harvest mix according to the package directions (simmer in 1 3/4 cups water or chicken stock for 10 minutes, covered).

Mix the vegetables and the mint together.

Make a dressing from 1 part rice wine vinegar to two parts olive oil, salt and pepper to taste: pour half over the vegetables, half over the drained harvest mix, then stir the vegetables and the mix together.

LOML was unsure about the addition of the pineapple, so I left it out at first: but at my urging she mixed some of it in, and pronounced it delicious!

Yours, glad to share a new recipe,
N.

Everything seems to be going swimmingly

Boo and Skibo are signed up for swim team this summer: fortunately, the team is reasonably flexible about accommodating children who have other things on their schedule, and so it isn't a deal breaker that Boo is off at riding camp this week, and so can't swim.

Skibo was unsure about attending this morning -- very nervous about meeting new people, or trying new things -- but we managed to persuade him to go along.  The coach, a very pleasant young man in his early twenties, I'd guess, was tremendous: he immediately asked Skibo to help him with a simple task, and thereby earned Skibo's trust. 

Following this, the hour of training went really very well.

Yours, hoping that tomorrow will be much easier getting him there,
N.

Not sure about the home made tonic

I made tonic water from scratch: I'm not sure that I really like the result, but I enjoyed the experiment.  And I'm going to continue trying for the appropriate sweetness level, and ratio of tonic to gin.  Perhaps I'll get it right soon:-)


Yours, in experimental mode,
N.