July 27th, 2013


New Music

Pushing my musical tastes a bit, I downloaded a fistful of new (mostly old..) podcasts via iTunes.  I'm now three for three on one that appears to have stopped in 2012...  Music - the Interface.

#1 was Sharon Van Etten, who I already knew and liked, but the interview/songs were new to me.

#2 was Ben Lee, and although I'd never heard of him (Australian, so not unusual) from his 2011 album came a song in honor of his deceased therapist called "Deeper into Dreams", which contained my newest favorite Aussie-ism: It's the muddle-ups that are thrilling.

Muddle-ups.  What a perfect word.  So, the garage I bought $8500+ dollars worth of supplies for last Oct. yesterday acquired rafters on the wood frame they'd spent over a week building on, wall by wall, and today is getting PLYWOOD.  My big toe seems to be hurting worse, and getting red-rimmed, so I'm not sure WHERE, yet.

Muddle-ups.  Like, putting up a "library" in Nov. of 2009, getting bamboo laid on the floor in 2011 or 12, and the first shelf in 2013.  Two are up and working, one other in pieces in that room as of this writing.  "It will go faster, now, the carpenter told me in June, (with a straight face, I might add...)  Definitely muddle-ups.  Either that, or he "heard" from two miles away my neighbor on the other side ask about building the garage for me.  I asked for an estimate (not received yet)...  After all, it only took him a year and a half to put in the bamboo, (beautiful job, spread over four or five months) and the guy now doing the garage finished up that job by reframing and hanging the new storm door...

And, yes, I certainly DID call others - every name anyone could recommend.  And I pay... but that has never seemed to make a difference down here.  I wasn't born here, have only been here from 1976, so I just don't fit.

So, maybe "thrilling" is the wrong word, but they are certainly conversation starters...


My Raleigh sister just spent an enjoyable few days with all her grandchildren there at once.  She was full of family stories, of course, and my favorite was Surveillance.  She'd told her Indianapolis grands that she'd cook all their favorite meals, which she gave me in great detail, rich, decadent food.  Here I am trying to stay on my diet without using the hormone drops because I don't want a conflict with the hormones in my toenail medicine... and she's filling my head with delicious sounding recipe after recipe.  I had NOT had my breakfast yet, so was pining away for a sunny side up egg on a 45 calorie slice of honey wheat bread...

One of the favorites was chocolate chip cookies.  One granddaughter from each mother loves to cook, and had been "cooking with grandmother" since age 4, so there was quite a lot of merriment in the kitchen, which the boys were either banished from for bad conduct, or were living in a self-imposed exile until it came time to partake of the fruits of the girls' labor.

Soon, Grandfather caught the boys on the ROOF!  In the course of the debriefing involved with this senseless and dangerously deviant distraction, the boys claimed to be conducting surveillance.

They'd peer into the kitchen to see when the coast was clear, slip in, and pinch raw chocolate chip cookie dough, then climb back up on the roof to eat it.