The man Jack made a small noise then, a grunt that contained in it both frustration and also satisfaction. He slipped the knife into its sheath in the inside pocket of his long coat, and he stepped out into the street. There was moonlight, and there were streetlights, but the fog stifled everything, muted light and muffled sound and made the night shadowy and treacherous. He looked down the hill toward the light of the closed shops, then up the street, where the last high houses wound up the hill on their way to the darkness of the old graveyard. Saturday, April 4, 2009
The Graveyard Book, by Neil Gaiman
The man Jack made a small noise then, a grunt that contained in it both frustration and also satisfaction. He slipped the knife into its sheath in the inside pocket of his long coat, and he stepped out into the street. There was moonlight, and there were streetlights, but the fog stifled everything, muted light and muffled sound and made the night shadowy and treacherous. He looked down the hill toward the light of the closed shops, then up the street, where the last high houses wound up the hill on their way to the darkness of the old graveyard. Thursday, April 2, 2009
New Englander Nears 2nd Anniversary of Living on the High Plains
...You haven’t seen a man in a business suit in years, and if you did he would look reeeeal funny. Men look just right in cowboy boots and cowboy hats and those long, lean jeans. Jes’ right.
...You think, that’s the way the Good Lord meant for men to dress, even inside of your own head.
...You no longer stop and think hey, those are hymns about the background music they play in stores. You get "The Old Rugged Cross" stuck in your head for days.
...You’ve seen Pat Boone at Cowboy Church, still looking good after all these years in cowboy boots and cowboy hat and those long, lean jeans, and have thought nothing of it.
...You even know what Cowboy Church is.
...You also know what a piggin’ string is and no longer think it’s gross when they carry it in their teeth.
...You nod knowingly when a man confesses, "Life just ain't right if I don't get to rope every day."
...Flat land looks just about right now, and you’ve gotten scared by a TV car commercial where the car is tooling along right in the mountains, next to a big drop-off, with no guard rail. White knuckled, heart-poundingly scared by a TV car commercial.
...The only drop-offs we have here on the side of the roads are called bar ditches and they only drop off a few inches.
...That cow-y smell comes rolling through town and you think one of two things. 1) oooh, it’s just like living [jes’ lack livin’] out on the ranch or 2) ahhh, that good ol’ smell of money.
Help me! Ah’m fixin’ to assimilate.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Rapture

I've spent a lot of time weaving, but you'd never know it from my hands.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
A Sky That is Hard to Live Up To

Friday, March 27, 2009
How to Get Your Kids to Eat Their Vegetables
My son is now collaborating with me on my other blog, Recipes for Ben, and we've been having lots of online chats to make our plans for recipes to add. He always has a long list of recipe requests for dishes he remembers from childhood. The other day, after sending another list that ended up with Pineapple Upside Down Cake and Gingerbread with Warm Applesauce, he suddenly asked: Did we only eat desserts? Didn't we ever eat any vegetables?
I was kind of embarrassed. I have always tried to be a good mother, but when I think about my performance in the vegetable department, I realize that it has been kind of lackluster. Vegetables were always an afterthought in our house, even on Thanksgiving. We'd look over the table, all laden with festive dishes, and realize, yikes! No vegetables! We would hurriedly slap some frozen peas in a bit of boiling water and there! Vegetables, check!
Thinking back to my own childhood, I see that I can blame Clarence Birdseye for my vegetable issues. My mother was a busy working mom, unusual for those days, and she took advantage of all the newest labor saving products. We ate TV dinners, frozen chicken or tuna (remember those?) pot pies, and little packages of frozen Birdseye vegetables--peas, corn, and the dreaded peas 'n carrots.
Once I had kids of my own, I just had no vegetable recipes to fall back on, so we continued on with the Birdseye tradition. As any parent knows, kids tend to crave what they don't get at home, so it's no wonder that Ben is now a superb eater of vegetables. He even invents his own recipes and they are good. Take that, Clarence Birdseye!
Please skip on over to the other blog and check out Ben's first post there, his recipe for Sauteed Brussels Sprouts with Bacon and Onions. You'll really like his way with vegetables, and I'm pretty sure you'll love his sense of humor, too. Sick vengeful glee, indeed!
Fun fact: I'll bet you didn't know that Clarence Birdseye started out as a taxidermist. The man was interested in preserving practically everything...
Here is a quote from an About.com article on Clarence Birdseye by Mary Bellis:
Clarence Birdseye was born in 1886 in Brooklyn, New York. A taxidermist by trade, but a chef at heart, Clarence Birdseye wished his family could have fresh food all year. After observing the people of the Arctic preserving fresh fish and meat in barrels of sea water quickly frozen by the arctic temperatures, he concluded that it was the rapid freezing in the extremely low temperatures that made food retain freshness when thawed and cooked months later.
In 1923, with an investment of $7 for an electric fan, buckets of brine, and cakes of ice, Clarence Birdseye invented and later perfected a system of packing fresh food into waxed cardboard boxes and flash-freezing under high pressure. The Goldman-Sachs Trading Corporation and the Postum Company (later the General Foods Corporation) bought Clarence Birdseye’s patents and trademarks in 1929 for $22 million. The first quick-frozen vegetables, fruits, seafoods, and meat were sold to the public for the first time in 1930 in Springfield, Massachusetts, under the tradename Birds Eye Frosted Foods®.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Organizing the World's Information
Monday, March 23, 2009
An Island Garden
When we first moved to Candia, New Hampshire, I got a job at the tiny town library. It was housed in a lovely old two story building with a vaulted wooden ceiling, window seats, and a wonderful fireplace. Unfortunately, for safety reasons the old fireplace was never used in the years that I knew the building, but when a new library was built just down the hill a warm and welcoming fireplace surrounded by big leather wing-back chairs was included in the big reading room, in honor of the old place. Sunday, March 22, 2009
Free Hugs
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Ryan Started the Fire
Friday, March 20, 2009
Spring Cleaning, My Way
I keep a relatively neat house, but I only like to clean the middles of rooms, so it's a good thing that spring is here at last. I guess I really do a sort of spring cleaning, but the only way I can get it accomplished is by painting. I pull everything out of the room, paint the walls, and only put clean things back in. It works for me.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Financial Literacy

Sunday, March 15, 2009
Anxious Reads: “The Pervasive Sense of Doom”*
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Playing with iPhoto




Thursday, March 12, 2009
A Reminder of Things to Come




Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Another Kind of Deficit Spending: Depletion of the Ogallala Aquifer and What is Being Done About It
Of all the posts that I have written on this blog, one that has consistently gotten a high number of hits is the post I wrote for Blog Action Day in 2007 on the Ogallala Aquifer. To quote from that post: