Friday, April 20, 2018
Saturday, April 14, 2018
Friday, April 6, 2018
This is a fun piece I did for our community magazine. My posting is a bit late for National Pencil Day - that was March 30th. When I was googling for pictures this morning, I came upon this entry from Graf von Faber-Castell for the "perfect pencil" Perfect that is if you've a mind to spend a mere $10,000.00 for it. Really? I'll take two.
|Prefect: pencil, sharpener, and eraser. |
I'd think folks who own this pencil would make no mistakes.
|Just a pencil|
It’s difficult to pinpoint the exact birthday of the pencil.
Man has been using various writing tools for ages, one of them was the stylus,
and that was usually made of lead. The people at pencils.com tell us that in
1564, a large deposit of what was thought to be lead was discovered in England.
It proved to be graphite, a form of carbon, a mineral that could be processed
to form a writing or drawing stick. The first such sticks were wrapped with
sheepskin, but soon there came the invention of the wood casing for the
graphite. In the late seventeenth century, pencils went into mass production.
|This could be a bunch from my husband's workshop.|
All carpenters and woodworkers love pencil stubs
Friday, March 30, 2018
Friday, March 23, 2018
|DID SOMEONE SAY IT WAS SPRING?|
Here in northern South Carolina this morning, it was at the freezing mark. Up in the Northeast they are suffering their fourth nor'easter in a month. Though the vernal equinox happened this past week, you couldn't prove it by the weather - it's crazy all over the country. (Yep, Mr Trump, there's no global warming effect.)
I found this poem in April last year, on the now defunct The Writer's Almanac. The cadence of the poem reminded me of that of one of my favorites, Barbara Frietchie, by John Greenleaf Whittier. John Greenleaf Whittier. As a kid, I was intrigued by multi-syllabled triple names like his and Robert Louis Stevenson's, and I loved their poems that danced - as this one does.
over the froth of the Firth of Forth,
Up from Tahiti and Madagascar,
Lo, the sun walks north.
While leaves explode like firecrackers,
The duck flies forth to greet the spring
And sweetly municipal pigeons sing.
We will speak of past things.
The grass is as green as a Girl Scout troop;
In the Mall the stone acoustics stand
Like a listening ear for the Goldman band.
We will speak of darkened Paris.
Of the ponies who trot in the shadow of roofs,
The sun, in his running, will hasten the plan
Of plants and fishes, beast and man.
And guess if the earth is cracked or round.
Over the planes in the waiting north,
Over the average man and his wife,
Lo, the sun walks forth!
Friday, March 16, 2018
Saturday, March 10, 2018
The Ides are on the fifteenth day,
The Nones the seventh; but all besides
Have two days less for Nones and Ides."
Friday, March 2, 2018
Friday, February 23, 2018
Saturday, February 17, 2018
Saturday, February 10, 2018
In these last months, I've not had the impressive coupon and discount totals I usually did, saving up to 35% a year on my groceries, but my overall spending is down. Nevermind the savings, what am I spending? What's the bottom line? There are one or two rare items that I can't find at my Walmart - those great Wickels and Red Oval Crackers to name the ones I'll get at Teeter, or at Publix when I want to spend $50 to use their $10 coupon off a gas card.
So - I've been trying the Walmart Great Value versions of name brand or Teeter store brand foods. I've yet to find any of the WM store brand items that I'd never buy again. Most are very good - after all, unlike the A&P that did make many of their own Ann Page foods, Walmart contracts with big producers to make their Great Vale items. One item I'd yet to try was their tuna. We like solid albacore in water. Some of the brand name tuna I'd opened lately was disappointing, to say the least. This morning I had an eye-opener.
I needed to prepare tuna salad for more than two servings, so I opened a can of Chicken of the Sea "Solid White Albacore Tuna in Water." Then I opened the next can below, a can of Great Value "Solid White Albacore Tuna in Water." The difference was so startling, I had to take pictures. Do you believe this?
And here they are dumped out of the cans. (I didn't dare dump the loose stuff on the cutting board.)
The Chicken of the Sea smelled a wee bit fishy, the Great Value tuna smelled like the sea. When mixed with mayonnaise, salt and pepper, and some dried onion flakes, they made a nice salad, but ...
Which tuna would you rather have? I do some dinners with tuna. My New Age Tuna Noodle Casserole For Two and my Papas Aliñas will be the better for this really solid tuna.
So the winner is Walmart, and my budget is grateful.
Saturday, February 3, 2018
|Torvill and Dean|
Friday, January 19, 2018
|Grandfatherly-looking gentleman - |
and that has to be a wig he's wearing.
|The infamous Bluebeard -|
a cautionary tale, if there ever was one
|You know who these two are.|
|Cinderella - and not your Disney version.|
There are many more illustrated versions of the story.
This is by Gustav Doré.
Wednesday, January 17, 2018
|He makes a lot of folks anxious, doesn't he?|
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Thursday, January 11, 2018
|This post is about flags, not the expression on his face.|
They broke in to yesterday afternoon's TV programs on the "broadcast" channels to televise the press conference of our President and Norway's Prime Minister, Erna Solberg. I was involved in something else, so I wasn't paying too much attention.
I looked up and first recognized the Norwegian flag. I never fail to spot that flag, even if it is only one in a U.N. type flag array. (In this household we are very partial to anything Norwegian.) So I listened for a while. I had no idea of the question that had just been asked of him, but the man was going on about Hillary Clinton. What in the world could she have to do with our relations with Norway? Nothing. He just threw her into the mix, three times in fact, as I later learned. He'll take any opportunity to bolster himself. Don't get me started on what I think of that man.
But I digress... One thing that struck me, flag-spotter that I am, was the relative states of those red, white, and blue flags. The colors of the Norwegian flag are crisp and clean. The colors of the American flag are running. That white is getting a bit pink. It's time to replace a few things at the White House.