All by myself

My walking buddy, Barb, is out of town, visiting grandchildren. 

My exercise regimen is suffering, because I have no motivation when left to myself.

But I have found some new companions for my two-mile run.

Don't you just love Kenzie's scootering outfit?

Supermarket serendipity

Last night, I dragged myself away from the cozy glow of the wood stove and attended a concert by the local symphony orchestra. It was a pleasant programme, including Ode to the Common Man, Overture to The Magic Flute, Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring, and Beethoven's entire Fifth Symphony. I tried to let go of the day, especially during Jesu, Joy, but a few niggling frustrations kept entering my thoughts and the experience wasn't quite as sublime as it could have been. Also, the cellos had a few issues. Some of the wind solos, however, were close to perfection, which kind of made up for the cello deficits.

Now you know why I don't review concerts for a living.

On the way home, I hit Safeway for a last-minute bargain shop of the week. One of my favourite pastimes is ambling the aisles of grocery stores late at night.
Weird, I know.
Not only is it peaceful, but many of the refrigerated goods have been marked down to giveaway prices. When I combine those savings with coupons, I can often get things like yogurt for almost free.
Last night, I scored seven packages of Hillshire Farm Cheddar Wurst for 99c each. And in case you're wondering, I didn't clean out the bargain bin.
That would have been greedy.

I rely on such sausages to glorify my rice and bean dishes, so I felt justifiably smug. I added a few other mark-downs and some golden bananas to my cart and pulled into the checkout line. 

I noticed the cute young thing in front of me, eyeing my sausages.

And by cute young thing, I mean a "he".

He said, Those are quite a deal.

Yes, says I.

Silence.

The checker started ringing through his purchases and cutiepie's eyes slid to my sausages again. 

I said, Just ring through one of mine and you can run back and get the rest of them.

How many do want? asked the checker.

Five, said he.

Ohh, I don't think there are five left, I sighed, feeling greedy, in spite of my self-restraint.

Tell you what, I'll run back and get them while he's ringing you through.

So off I sped, in my trusty El Naturalistas, and came back with three more packages.

Cutiepie was so grateful.

Te nada, I said modestly.

Then.

I noticed the guy behind me (not so cute, but very nice) had some of the BOGO muffins that I had meant to buy, because Jeff likes them in his lunches. 

Oh darn, I said, I forgot those.

Cutiepie, who was getting ready to leave, offered nicely, I'll go find you some. What flavours do you want?

Blueberry and marionberry, please.

It was, if I may say so, a very gratifying exchange.

The best laid plans

Hands up if you've heard of Robert Burns.

Of course you have!

He's the famous Scottish poet of a couple of hundred years ago.

Now, hands up if you're familiar with the proverb begun in the post title.

The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray.

We've all been victim of the concept, right?

Did you know that the saying is from Burns' poem, To a Mouse?

He wrote it after ploughing up a fieldmouse's nest one day. The poem becomes a reflection on his enormous power over her life. She had spent all her days preparing the nest so that she could be comfortable. In one moment her life was undone, which fact caused Burns to reflect upon the despondency that he felt in his own life  at the grand age of twenty six. 

Most of the poem is completely unintelligible, written in a broad Scottish dialect that sounds like an alien tongue. One verse, however, is particularly poignant and fairly comprehensible, even to a poetry heathen such as I.

I'm truly sorry Man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!

I sometimes wonder which giant in the sky is disturbing my nest!

Where was I?

Oh yes.

So, the actual line from which the proverb is taken goes thusly: 

The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men

Gang aft agley.

And we all know what that means, don't we?

If you want to read the whole poem, accompanied by a lovely translation and interpretation, go here.

And what happened to Robert?

The poor lad died at the age of 37, presumably as the result of a dissolute life (he was a rascal) and a dental extraction.

And what has this got to do with anything?

I was about to tell you how my plans might be going astray.

Haiti is in more trouble each day.

Jeff has been casting foreboding glances my way, from under furrowed brow, as he reads each new dire headline.

First it was cholera, which I thought I could beat by being sanitary.

Now there are riots in the streets.

The volunteer staff of the birth clinic is fleeing the country even as I write this. They made it to a UN compound, disguised as cholera patients in the back of an ambulance, and will head to the Dominican Republic as soon as the riots cease.

I am distraught at the thought of giving up my dream, but even more at the thought of the desperation in which the Haitian people live. 

I still want to serve them, in the hopes that I can help create a small ray of hope for a few people. 

So, for now, I will act as if.

As if we are still leaving for Haiti on January 29th, 2011.

I will be cautiously optimistic, until I have reason to be otherwise.

And tomorrow, I shall go to the church and spend the morning with like-minded friends, making necessaries for  new mothers. 

So think happy thoughts for Haiti.

A few prayers winging their way to the giant in the sky wouldn't hurt either.

Music galore

I sometimes go to Amazon.com and peruse their free music. I've discovered some fun bands this way. Today, I was checking out HeyIt'sFree, which you will see on my side bar, and I noticed some free Veggie Tales Christmas music. I thought my grandkids might like it, so I downloaded it for them.
Bethany is playing Christmas music already, you see. She waits until after Halloween to begin, which is thoughtful of her, don't you think?

Bethany, the pregnant one.
The one who said, I forgot how terrible I feel when I'm pregnant. You think after four kids I would remember.
Yes, my darling girl, but we all remember!

Anyway.
I was exploring some of the other free music and found some wonderful collections of classical music for only $1.99.
The 99 Most Essential Piano Pieces.
$1.99.
The 99 Darkest Pieces of Classical Music.
$1.99.
The 99 Most Essential Christmas Masterpieces.
You guessed it: $1.99.

There are more.
If you want to download music from Amazon, you will need to create an account and download their music software, but it is well worth the small effort.
My laptop is in the process of downloading about 350 songs.
We may be up for a while.

And now, a wee diversion, because I know you all live to see photos of my adorable family.
Here are some from the night of Bethany's birthday dinner.
My family room was rearranged to make room for Jon's new XBox game.
I don't think Jeff moved a muscle.

Remember, remember

Armistice Day, commemorating the peace treaty signed between the Allied forces and Germany at the end of World War I, later became Remembrance Day in the British Commonwealth countries and Veterans Day in America.
Hostilities ceased at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
I remember, when attending school in England and New Zealand, we observed two minutes of silence every year at this very hour. As I matured in years, it began to be an emotional two minutes for me. Now, of course, it seems to be more of an emotional day each year that passes.

In New Zealand, ANZAC Day is actually a bigger event. It falls on April 25th and originally commemorated the ANZAC (Australia and New Zealand Army Corps) forces who fought in Gallipoli in World War I, but now includes all who have fought and perished for their country. It is probably the biggest annual event in New Zealand. Interestingly, ANZAC Day is a rare example of two countries sharing the same remembrance day that also references both countries in its name.

Well, I thought it was interesting, anyway.

This is one of my favourite wall photos. The men include a grandfather, great-uncle, and various other relatives who fought in the two World Wars.

I recently joined a military moms and wives group and today got an email with a link to this video.

I am a little leery of emotion for emotion's sake, because it can be used to manipulate thinking. 

But I want you to watch this video.

Some things are necessary to remember.

And get out the Kleenex box before you start.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Where the wild things are

Joshie slept over last night.

I invited him before I knew that Jeff and Thomy were also spending the day.

Three little boys, ages three, four and five.

They spent the day

rumpusing 

running 

rampaging

jumping

bouncing

laughing

crying

scootering

bird-feeding

eating

yelling

computer-game-playing

lego-building

spider-scaring

and then complaining when it was time to go home.

I'm glad they had fun.

Personally, I'm tired.

Removing temptation

Getting some raving deals on chocolate before Halloween

 +

No trick-or-treaters at our house

 =

Too much chocolate in my tummy.

So, this morning, I came up with a cunning plan, involving this machine.

My nifty vacuum sealer, purchased at Costco this year.

I mostly bought it so that I could seal up homemade goodies to send to soldiers overseas. Sometimes they take a month to reach the soldier and I hate to think that all my effort resulted in a mess of stale cookies. I've also bagged up dried strawberries and blueberries. 

Now, the chocolate is ferreted away, both removing temptation and adding some frivolity to my food storage.

Because you know, if everything falls to pieces, I will require some frivolity.

Also added today, some freeze-dried, grated cheese.

Ain't technology grand?

Oh, and let's hear a woot! woot! for the election results yesterday.

Except for Oregon, of course, where it is business as usual.

Sad.