Here and There

Monday, February 26, 2007

Dinner Bell

I actually ate this for dinner a few weeks ago. Peter prepared it very artfully to make up for the actual content of the meal; see how the spoon is resting nicely on the fruit snacks?

Usually I fix a good dinner, or Peter fixes a good dinner. But sometimes, when there aren't any vegetables in the house, and there are just a couple slices of bad pizza left, you make do.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Kate, at work

This is Kate, she looks good with green things around her because of her lovely eyes. Her post for daily creative work is on the arm of the beige couch, keeping watch for her one true love: a ginger colored cat she's crazy for.
In response to Bora's post on her blog about working spaces. I like to work in bed. When I used my laptop to write, I like sitting in bed. When I paint, like I did last night, I did it in bed. It is hard to balance a pint glass of grey blue water and a pan of paints and my pad of paper, but it is so very comfortable to sit in bed. I like to read in bed too. Another place I like to craft/paint is on a TV tray in the living room. When I lived up at the house, I had a cheap unfinished TV tray from IKEA that I painted on and made things on. I loved how little globs of glue and paint got on it and you could kind of see little bits of the different things I used it for.

As for the painting last night, it kind of started with a quiet water scene with the words "and He knows me" from Psalm 139. and kind of turned into a depiction of the last scenes in the Voyage of the Dawn Treader by CS Lewis. It's not very good, but it pleased me.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy Valentine's Day!

This is a weird valentine I found. Wow. Yearn to bind you??? With a wedding ring???
Coo-coo. Anyhow, Happy Valentine's Day. Just thought I'd share one reason why I like valentine's day:

When I was in elementary school, Kelley Bradshaw's mom always helped with class parties. And she was REALLY good at it. She always made a jello shape appropriate to the holiday. The kind we now call a JELLO jiggler. But then I just knew it as the kind of jello you can eat with your fingers instead of a spoon and it was way sweeter than regular jello. On Valentine's Day for example, when we were out for recess she and some other moms would come in and set our places at our desks with a pink plate, red napkin, a cupcake, a cookie, a jello heart and maybe even candy too! Your valentine basket would be in some way affixed to the edge of your desk and during the sugar fest you would put valentines in everyone's basket and by the end you yourself would have a basket full of red and pink valentines and a stomach full of red and pink sugar.

When you walked into that classroom, sweaty from recess, never fully knowing what to expect because you can't remember from last year, the smell of sugar and apple juice would hit your nose you knew there was a party. Yum.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Paris, France by Gertrude Stein

Do you know Gertrude Stein? I think she's wonderful. Kind of the adult equivalent of The Important Book by Margaret Wise Brown: "The important thing about a shoe is that you put your foot in it. You walk in it and you take it off at night, and it's warm when you take it off. But the important thing about a shoe is that you put your foot in it."

She does the same thing, but with grown-up stuff. Like why Paris was so important to art and writing. In her book Paris, France which I am rereading right now, she writes a little story about Helen Button. A little girl in war-time. It is so well done. Of Helen's friend Emil: "Emil was not an orphan. He had a horse. There were not many of them, most of them had been taken to go to the war. Emil's horse was a heavy one the kind that pulled things, that is perhaps the reason they did not take him, he went ahead too slowly even for war-time.

Not very much punctuation, but once you start realizing you can't anticipate where the sentence is going, (Is it a question? Is it sarcastic? Will this sentence ever end?) you just kind of listen to her talking to you. She talks about dogs and food and art and she is quite friendly though she always seems stern.

Gertrude is on the left, Alice is walking the dog.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

"Oh, it's just the zoo."

On Sunday, my mother-in-law and I were driving through Land Park in Sacramento. First it's a lovely tree-lined street with beautiful well-cared for houses and then the street winds through the park itself, kind of like Golden Gate park. She had told me that her family had moved to this street, to a house on a corner when she was in high school. She pointed out the house and then we entered the park. There was a fairyland and a zoo and all sorts of trees and fields. She said at night they could hear the lions roar. I was totally struck by that. I imagined a younger child living in that neighborhood, going out to play after dinner. Those huge trees lining the street throwing long shadows in that warm light. Then dusk, dark, bedtime. Then laying there in bed, with the windows open I'm sure, it is so hot there!, and then you drift off to sleep and you hear it: a roar. I wonder if it startles you everytime, or if you are so near sleep you imagine that lion is pacing your very own lawn out front. Or if it's just like any other night noise. Funny how with zoos, a suburban family's night noises can match the Savannah's night noises. On safari, that kid would sleep through the night thinking, "Oh, it's just the zoo."