Hectic time lately, what with software and hardware and too many commitments all falling over each other at the same time.
So to help me get in the spirit, a nice Silver Spotted Skipper spent a lot of time on the sedum out front. Quietly flitting and sipping, sipping and flitting. Telling me something.
Happy Holiday to blogistas for whom it's a holiday weekend, and happy Ordinary Weekend to the rest of the world. September here any minute now.
After saying loudly for years I would never buy a Kindle, because it's the equivalent of paying to enter a bookstore to buy books, a Kindle has come into my life. And I didn't buy it. I got it the old fashioned way -- I won it in a drawing!
After getting my lovely Renaissance book last week, I forgot that there was also a drawing for various prizes to close the summer library reading program. Then today a phone call from Rina Banerjee, branch manager of the library I was involved in, to tell me I'd drawn first prize, a Kindle. Yay.
So I hotfooted it over there, and here's Rina with the
lucky winner, doing the Grip and Grin for the libe's pr, and well
deserved it is.
So this
afternoon is all about finding where the on switch is, and going from
there. I've managed to register myself, and my big plan is to learn to
download ebooks from the libe.
Steep learning curve here,but I'm very proud of realizing that I can charge the K
using the adapter from the Ipod Touch, what a concept,and it's now all
green lights and ready.
More than I am, but this is pretty thrilling, I can tell you.This is the first thing I ever won in my entire life!
Monet could have lived in my little town and enjoyed this
walk with me this morning. The red flowers are cardinal flowers, doing
very well this year. I have one or two where I live, who planted
themselves or maybe birds did, and since they like to live near water,
they intelligently took root right at the foot of the downspout!
Not many places in life where this happens, but I just got one. This summer I took part in a reading program, where all you did was read what you wanted and log the titles and authors into the library's LitFinder.
At the end of the program, next week, there will be a drawing for a Kindle and a couple of other things. But no matter how the drawing goes, every participant got to come into the libe, bringing their log printout and choose a free book from a cart of choices. So today I did. That was great fun, and I scored a wonderful book, seen here. I took off the jacket so as to show you inside as well in one shot. Now this is cool!
Spent a good time outside reading it and studying what's in there. At the Uni, I did a heavy duty section of my degree on art history, mainly the Renaissance in Europe, so this was a kind of nostalgia trip as well as new learning. And I was tickled, after last week's trip to the Unicorn Tapestries in NY, to observe places in other medieval works where the unicorn shows up.
Then there's the show of sunflowers, seeds a gift of a friend who lives across the street and can now enjoy them along with me. The purple plant is a purple sage, smells wonderful when you brush by it. It's not the sage I use for pesto, though -- that's common sage and I grow it out back.
All this leisurely activity, stitching a little, reading about the Renaissance from a safe distance, reading my medieval mystery story, another Dame Frevisse, I see a theme here, is taking place while my friends are across the street digging and hauling and generally overdoing it, while I get to kibitz.
Farmshare day today, after a morning of enormous storms, serious downpour, the kind you can't see through, tornadoes a bit north of here, but here we got lucky. By afternoon the sun was out and steaming the earth.
So today's farmshare was the sort of great food you get in the middle of the season in the middle of the state in the middle of the farmshare. And the extras: as much corn as you could deal with, a large and juicy canteloupe, blackberries picked at six this morning before the storm, peaches and tomatoes, likewise, and flowers in the field, borrow the clippers and pick at will. Jill the Farm Lady tells me that the extra flowers, to pick freely, will be the norm every week from now on
So there I was in a field of zinnias, fighting it out with the butterflies and happy bees, as I clipped and picked and had a wonderful time.
The bees did not stop when I picked the flower they were on -- just went on seriously working until they were Ready To Move On. And the sulfur butterflies were all over the place, following me as I left.
Good thing I had my farm mud shoes on, since there was about six inches of mud to navigate after the torrential downpours of the morning. But what a heavenly afternoon followed.
This was after a trip to the thrift store, where I scored a beautiful pink linen top which I may wear and then again I may stitch, and then again I may do both...and to the library to pick up Mrs Bradley and Call the Midwife Season Two.
A walk in the wet woods around here cleaned my shoes up a bit, though that wasn't the purpose, but it works for me.
And now I'm here, after eating a quarter of that melon with ginger sprinkled on. Nice glass of chardonnay.
Come to think of it, this whole day works for me.
I was outside reading this afternoon and pleased at not being bitten even once by this year's mosquitoes which seem bigger and fiercer than ever before, when I realized why the patio was so human friendly.
I had a dragon in the garden. A nice praying mantis, just a few feet from where I was sitting. A fierce predator, very little can stand up against Mrs Mantis,and I am betting she had had a nice lunch of biting insects. As I watched her, she groomed her face with one foreleg then the other, and then studied me closely.
Maybe she was posing for her picture. She did a nice side view and a front view. My neighbor came over to admire her, since he loves insects as much as I do, as small animals.
Always good to have a mantis on your side.
Great day's vacation in the Big City -- New York -- to
the Cloisters, to be exact, the medieval art and architecture part of
the Met. Museum of Art, way up Riverside Drive, overlooking the Hudson.
View from high over the Hudson
View from the other side of the museum, the cityscape.
One of our embroidery buds is leaving for a transfer to far away, and gave us as a good bye present a booking of a stretch limo to take us in great style!
My first trip in such a classy vehicle, call me Beyonce. Happy group setting out, ready with all kinds of vital snacks. Great day wonderful stitching and tapestry and architecture, and well, you just had to be there. No pictures here of the Unicorn Tapestries, the main reason for our visit, since photography is not allowed around them, in order to preserve them, so to find out more, go here.
Lunch at little tables set around the garth, in the shade of the cloister. Herb garden, where I pinched and sniffed and had a heavenly time.
Serious shopping opp. in the gift store.
It's so long since I was at the Cloisters, so it was great to renew my acquaintance, and now with much more knowledge of tapestry and stitching and goldwork. It's a maze of small rooms, all with medieval artworks, sculpture, religious icons, ecclesiastical vestments, secular tapestries, stitching of many kinds, small enough that you can wander around happily without being overwhelmed, big enough to keep losing your group, as I did.
Serious thanks to Helen H. who prearranged all kinds of information and made sure all was planned up, and to Suzette D. who took us there in a limo. Without them it wouldn't have happened.
Wonderful day today, hot but not too hot, conferred with neighbors about squirrel which has taken up residence in the kitchen fan vent, on the outside wall, and was assured that he couldn't get any further into the house, and that a lot of other neighbors have similar squirrel nests. So I contented myself with pulling out a lot of nesting material and banging on the vent cover to annoy the occupant.
Hike on the Preserve, gaggles of kids in summer programs pointing and shouting and pushing one another, so very few birds ventured out, other than turkey vultures gliding on the updrafts high in the air. Tiger swallowtail butterflies all over.
But on the way back from my hike there across the trail was a red fox. He stood and studied me for a while, and I studied him, then he turned to face me head on, I suppose to scare me off, and finally he decided that discretion was the better part, and ambled off into the shrubbery. I know it was a red fox, because as he left, I could see the white tail tip flicking.
Home to big laundry, and work in the studio, to finish up an artist's book, which you can see here, if you like: http://beautifulmetaphor.blogspot.com/2013/08/new-book-destination-undisclosed.html
Then, being a bit tired with this lazy day, Duncan and I took a lovely long peaceful nap on the sofa, at least I thought I was reading, until I woke up.
Nice glass of moscato and a baked potato for supper, and now I'm off to watch a video about Guarneri and Stradivarius, which I'm hoping will have plenty of sample music in it.
So really I didn't do a thing all day..
It's a Jamboree in this kitchen. The jam making frenzy is winding down and I thought I'd share my findings.
I made several kinds, with different pectins. Peach, blueberry and strawberry I made the old fashioned way, with the old fashioned liquid pectin, results: very nice, three stars. I keep them in the freezer and they still spread just fine on request.
Then yesterday and today, it was red apricot, and sweet cherry, made with the supposedly no cook pectin, all I could find in the store. Result: nice, two and a half stars, different texture from the cooked variety, but flavor still okay.
And the last one to go: tomato/lemon, which is a wonderful breakfast jam, well they all are, well I eat them any time, where was I, oh yes, I used the no cook pectin, but followed the old timey Amish recipe anyway, with the cooking and the mixing and the removal of the seeds, etc., except that what I had were grape tomatoes, so this is an experiment, since they're not as juicy as the big ones. Result: very very nice. Much better than previous years when I used big tomatoes. And cooking the pectin didn't seem to hurt anything. Four stars!!
In all these recipes I halved the instructions, mainly because I only had half as much fruit in my prep anyway.
Stop me before I jam again! I have enough now for me, for little gifts here and there and for cheering food in winter, if it lasts that long. But there again, maybe I'd better get some pectin on the shelf now in case I want to jam in the winter using frozen fruit, when there's no pectin to be had.
For folks who want to know more about the bronze animal heads in the previous post, take a look here: http://wws.princeton.edu/news/AiWeiWeiExhibit2012/
Same sculptor as created the Birds Nest at the Beijing Olympics, evidently. I liked the Birds Nest a whole lot more!
The heatwave now gone, I decided it was time to Get Out again, and went off to spend the afternoon on the Princeton U. campus, mainly at the art museum. I've been going there for many years but never went on an official highlights tour before, so this time I did.
I was in the company of older people from all over, as well as students from Indonesia,China, and Australia, and the museum volunteer docent was a retired doctor I used to know when he served as advisor to a board I served on many years ago, dealing with lowcost dignified funerals and end of life care. He was a very good doctor, and some of what he said at board meetings came back and helped me in the last few years of my own life.
One odd thing, to get back to the art tour, was that
he concentrated on the narrative of the artworks, which to me as an
artist is the least important aspect of the whole thing, composition and
balance and harmony and all that being the pressing issues, but it was interesting to hear people's response, and how
they seemed to like that. So that was educational as well as
folkloric.
I'm spamming this over to Art the Beautiful, because
of the pictures here, taken in the Roman gallery of the museum, and of the Woodrow Wilson gardens, which you
are welcome to see as possible design ideas.
I did a couple of shots
of a third century Turkish marble mosaic pavement with (narrative!)
painting of Hercules and Dionysus having a drink-off, I think. But the
interesting part was how familiar the floor design motifs were, now that we've
seen them in all sorts of quilts and needlework contexts. This
pavement is about 25 x 25 feet or thereabouts.
I definitely am
interested in seeing what stitching and beading can do for a couple of
these ideas, and you are welcome to do so, too! It was a bit like
reading Shakespeare and thinking gosh, he's full of quotations!
I stopped off at the Woodrow Wilson gardens on the way out of the campus. WW
was president of Princeton, before he fell by the wayside and became
President of the USA. This was his house and gardens, lovely design in
all seasons, and absolutely mobbed with tiger swallowtail butterflies
today. Very appropriate in view of the tiger motif of Princeton.
Then there was the Woodrow Wilson School of Government,
with a whole new series of strange huge animal heads installed outside,
news to me, and clearly a big attraction for visitors, since I had to seize the chance when there were few people around to get a pic. I remain
mystified as to their significance and origin.You can see the scale from the people I included in the shot.
What with one thing and another, I needed to do something different, so I decided to finally finish the Dolliver sweater dress that has been on the needles since shortly after the trip to the alpaca farm.
So here's Call Me Michelle, posing elegantly in her alpaca gear, courtesy of Alpaca Lily, whom we met at the farm, and whose picture appears on the tag that came with the yarn.
Protesting that we're in the middle of a heatwave, why get into cosy alpaca gear, she was mollified when I reminded her that fashion shoots always take place in the opposite season from the clothes. Models in heavy winter gear are usually passing out from the heat in July, and bathing suits are organized to be shot in midwinter, when disguising goose bumps is an issue.
Can't believe how long it took me to finish this item, but I feel better now that it's done. My inner compulsive can now pipe down. But now Call Me Michelle is wondering if I have enough yarn left for a nice hat...for her, that is.
I was out watering the plants on the patio against the scorching heat when my friend from down the street, who's moving away, stopped by,and explained that since it is so hot, I should take liquids to stay hydrated. And gave me a bottle of wine, cracking up laughing. And a box of rainbow cookies. And a giant box of Whitman Sampler chocolates. This is his goodbye gift.
Moving on Thursday, to the great sadness of the whole neighborhood. Longtime friend to Handsome Partner and me, visited faithfully right to the end of HP's life, said goodbye while he was dying, shares a birthday with Handsome Son. Many connections. But he needs to be nearer his daughter and granddaughter, so he's moving. Not all that far, next state, but I doubt if we'll see much of him.
So I plunged into art after I got back from the farm with great goodies, and if you want to see what happened this afternoon, go here: http://beautifulmetaphor.blogspot.com/ Art the great healer!
Now I have to go eat a giant salad of Jersey corn, Jersey cucumber, Jersey onions finely minced, and Jersey tomatoes, all the first of the season. And maybe a little glass of white wine in departing friend's honor.
No pix of the second storey work in question, because I was far too nervous worrying about my neighbor trotting up to my roofline on his new ladder, in flipflops (!) to clip off a stray cable that the chimney workers left sticking out, trailing down the side of the building and looking awful, but clipped to the soffit so you couldn't tug on it from below without tearing out the soffit, too.
So his girlfriend and he showed up on the patio, and set up the ladder and I begged them to wait a minute, since I was under orders to summon my handywoman in crime from down the street to make sure all went well. She arrived, having abandoned her husband in the middle of assembling a ceiling fan, much to his dismay,and all went well.
But my high anxiety about the ladder, and the neighbor and the flipflops rendered the use of a camera, even with the shake function on, impractical.
I returned the favor by helping him prune his foliage, name escapes me, so it looks nice, not all cut about.
Then I went back to listening to Plutocrats on CD while I stitched my latest goldwork and bead piece. Which you can see here:
http://beautifulmetaphor.blogspot.com/2013/07/latest-gold-and-beadwork-goes-on-and.html
Shortly after that while I was wondering whether I could tolerate going out in the heat to an art opening locally where I have a piece of work in the show, when another friend arrived and needed to give me various bits of news which couldn't wait.
So I figured the person in front of you has priority, and I made a pot of tea and after she departed put flamenco guitar music on. It's all go in this supposedly quiet neighborhood.
Not my township, but the one where I often go to the library. Today was Vehicle Day, where one of every type of police vehicle was in the library parking lot, ready for little kids to swarm all over, set off the sirens and lights, play driver on the big fire truck, find out what squad cars have in the trunk (answer: big case of first aid and other supplies), see into the ambulance, and generally have a great time. The kid who set off the siren right into my ear, causing temporary deafness, was a civilian about thirty years old, though, but with a slightly youthful sense of humor...
Boiling hot and humid day, police in uniform good
naturedly lifting kids up and down all morning, probably thinking the
regular beat is a bit more peaceful.
