As best as we recall, I haven't had it this short since I was seven and my Grandmother imposed a haircut upon me much to my dismay.
Fortunately my hair grows very quickly and My Gift and I think a shoulder-length bob will be just right.
Who is Sad?
Who is sad and who is sorry?
Not the seagull flying high,
not the wren, brown as earth is,
not the bumblebee buzzing by,
not the cat upon the doorstep,
not the dog beside the gate --
they are neither sad nor sorry,
proud, ashamed, on time, nor late.
~ Elizabeth Coatsworth
Super Nummy Oatmeal Cookies
1 C butter
1 C brown sugar
1/2 C white sugar
1 1/2 t vanilla extract
On a sheet of wax paper, sift together, then add:
1 1/4 C white flour
1/4 C whole wheat flour
1 t baking soda
1/2 t salt
3 C rolled *oats
1/4 C chocolate chips
1/4 C dried currants
1/4 C dried chopped apricots
1/4 C dried cranberries
1/2 C chopped pecans
350 for 8.5 minutes
*not Quaker Oats, which is owed by Pepsi, which is not acting in the best interests of our health, economy, nor environment.
In 1915 Minnesota, novelist Monte Becket has lost his sense of purpose. His only success long behind him, Monte lives simply with his wife and son. But when he befriends outlaw Glendon Hale, a new world of opportunity and experience presents itself. Glendon has spent years in obscurity, but the guilt he harbors for abandoning his wife, Blue, over two decades ago, has lured him from hiding. As the modern age marches swiftly forward, Glendon aims to travel back to his past--heading to California to seek Blue’s forgiveness. Beguiled and inspired, Monte soon finds himself leaving behind his own family to embark for the unruly West with his fugitive guide. As they desperately flee from the relentless Charles Siringo, an ex-Pinkerton who’s been hunting Glendon for years, Monte falls ever further from his family and the law, to be tempered by a fiery adventure from which he may never get home.
Most of the things a poet has to say
are tentative, lists of foggy clues
and suppositions-an unattested version
of the way the wind breathes at night,
an essay at atmosphere, predictions
as unreliable as weather forecasts. I stab
at the truth with a pencil, sometimes,
moved too suddenly to words by the shadings
on a cloud, or its shape, shivering
at a hint of thunder (sure that it
But in the lines set down on paper
all suggestions become categories-
intuition or illusion edited to sound
like logic. Naked ideas turn assertive
in print, sharp, as intricate
as the edges of a woods in winter seen
against a blank sky. The most fluid
of impressions hardens like frozen
rain. A cold front is passing over.
I hazard a guess; you take it
~ Luci Shaw in Water Lines: New and Selected Poems, p. 16.
What are you doing?
Why are you doing that?
When will you be done?
What will you do next?
When is Christmas coming?
Why do you wear black?
What are you going to do with that?
What time is it?
What is that tool?
What time is it now?
What time did you get here?
What time are you leaving?
How long until then?
Do you know that guy who took Christmas?
No, the guy with the dog who was a reindeer?
Do you work for him?
Are you the boss?
How much money do you get?
Where did you get that tool?
Did you steal that too?
How much was it?
Did you have to steal your breakfast?
Did you have to steal your underwear?
Do you steal dogs?
Are you a bad guy?
Why are you a bad guy?
Do you love God?
God can help you stop being a bad guy?
Have you been in prison?
How much did it cost?
Do you steal in prison?
Are you going to vote for Ron Paul?
Blue Ribbon Apple Rolls with a KitchenAid
In your lovely KitchenAid stand mixer, combine:
2 1/4 t quick or breadmaker yeast
3 1/4 C white flour
1/4 C white sugar
1 t salt
In a big measuring cup, combine and add to bowl:
1/4 C hot water
3/4 C milk
1/4 C softened butter, cut up
Run for 15-20 minutes. Rest for 2 hours. Run for 4 minutes. Rest for 1 hour. (Not you, the KitchenAid, though you are free to Run and Rest too, if you want to.) Remove from bowl and force it into a lumpy rectangle-like shape. Dough will resist you. Let it rest for a minute or two while you . . .
Melt together & let boil for 1 minute:
1/2 C butter
1/2 C brown sugar
1/4 t nutmeg
1/4 t cinnamon
1/4 t cloves
1 red apple (any sort but the Red [not]Delicious kind), skin on
1 C pecans
Go back to the dough and roll, push, and cajole it into a large thin rectangle. Dribble the butter/sugar mixture over it. Don't worry about spreading it out, but do make sure you get the right and left sides, so that the end-rolls get some. Leave about a 2 inch at the top bare. Repeat with the apple & pecans.
From the bottom, roll the dough up. Slice into 3/4 inch to 1 inch slices and place into baking dishes (one 9/13 will work, though I usually use 2 pie pans).
Bake at 375 for 25-30 minutes or until nicely brown. Frost if you wish, I usually do not.
If we come to a minefield, our infantry attacks exactly as it were not there. ~ Zhukov to General Eisenhower, 1945