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Big Giant Wrap Up Of All Things (For Now)

Party Beverage Crew preps for the party.

World Cup is Finished: Games 63 and 64

Game 63 between Germany and Uruguay was pretty fun considering everyone was bummed to be there and only wanted to win because it would be better than losing. Germany had a bunch of different players including a goalkeeper named Butt: I hope he names one of his kids Stinky. I liked Uruguay a lot, esp. Diego Forlan, but I was still glad Germany won.

Game 64, the final between Spain and Netherlands, was a turd. The players were whiny and brutish. The pace was clonky. The ref should have gotten the trophy.

I’m glad Spain won.

And I’m glad the tournament is finished.

I went to a Timbers game last night — only 4 more home games plus an exhibition. At least for now. Plus a Sounders in Seattle in August. But otherwise I’m winding down. (Heh heh)

Last night Timbers played Miami. At one point the kids sitting behind us yelled: Put in LeBron. Later when the Timbers scored, this kid who had brought a plastic piggy bank modeled after the World Cup trophy ran to the front of the stands and held it up. He was wearing a Barcelona FC jersey. It didn’t even make sense. He got sent back to his seat.

Cranky bear takes it out on the utility pole.

4th of July Weekend

The night before we left on our trip there was a surprise playoff game between the Timbers and rivals the Seattle Sounders. The stadium was sold out. The scene was insane — loud and boisterous. The game was fantastic and went into overtime and then to penalty kicks. It was a late kick-off anyway and with all the extra stuff I didn’t get home until 11:30pm. So I was completely thrown off schedule by a worthy cause (except we lost by 1 PK).

(Also quick Sounders question: what is that name of that color for the uniforms: “booger”?)

Then I had to get up at the crackass of dawn so I could take care of all my last minute stuff so we could be on the road by 8am to drive to California.

Trip went smooth. We had a big party weekend in honor of my Dad’s 80th birthday. It was perfect weather. Tons of great food. Awesome company. Everyone helped out. Now that I sit here to write this, I don’t have any details. I was so frazzled getting down there I didn’t even have my little notebook. I always have my little notebook. It was an epic party. I’ll put more photos on Facebook.

The Pamily

We’ve had this smoked salmon in the freezer and I keep forgetting about it. I finally went online to look for some recipe ideas.

I found one for smoked salmon and sausage chowder that sounded promising even if it isn’t really chowder weather. The “sausage” part of the recipe was chopped pepperoni sticks. Why would you even think of that?

I ended up making a sort of dip thing to spread on crackers that wasn’t wonderful and a pasta thing that was only okay. I think the problem is that this is some stout smoked salmon. It was like forest fire smoked salmon. I think it would better served as a nibbling snack on a warm afternoon with cold beer to wash it down.

Party! Note my bday gift to my dad: a custom authentic German National Team jersey.

Last note related to the Timbers game. Don’t you love it when you joke around with random strangers? Rather than cracking a joke and having a random stranger look like they’re about to call the police? I joke around with random strangers a lot because I’m uncomfortable in social situations and this is how my coping has evolved.

Before the games, co-worker and I go to this sports bar next to the stadium for burgers and beer. The booths are always full when we get there but we like this terrible little table that’s between the doors to the restrooms and the edge of the bar. They keep the brooms and vacuum right there.

There’s a TV right above the table and there was a guy standing in front watching it. We asked if it was okay to sit down and he said sure.

I struggled to get my chair out with the brooms right there and said: We like to sit by the vacuum.

The guy sad: Well, yeah. That’s the best spot most places.

He stood there a minute longer and then said: I’m going to move along. It’s creepy to stand here while you two are sitting there.

Oh well, seemed funny at the time.

Last item for this post:

I just went through my comment spam and this is my favorite, I wish it was a real comment:

“I didn’t quite get the point this to begin with. But when I read it a fourth time, it all started to make sense. Thanks for the insight. Absolutely something to spend some time on.”

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FIFA WORLD CUP GAME 62

Me and my Mentros (sp?). Josa and Fernando made a bunch of these as a fundraiser to take Fernando to Disneyland. I picked this one because it has a hat and magnifying glass. Ryan got Darth Vader. I didn’t know you could do special orders. Like the handy place I keep my camera when my dress has no pockets? Photo from July 4 party by Aileen Wilder.

FIFA WORLD CUP GAME 62

Germany v. Spain 0-1

Wah. My team lost today. They played pretty much doo-doo. During the first half they seemed to have minimal interest in trying to score. And Spain played great.

It’s going to be a fun final on Sunday with Netherlands and Spain. And I get to see Germany play one more time in the consolation game on Saturday.

Then soccer will be mostly finished (still have Timbers) and I can become a productive member of society again which I’m sure will please a number of people but particularly the one I live with.

Tonight I got home from work late and made myself do some exercise. All I did on vacation was eat, drink and sleep. I needed to move around a bit.

Then I did the first major yard watering of the season. While the side part watered I worked on the garden and pulled a ton of weeds, harvested 3 beets — I’m eating the greens for dinner — and 4 little potatoes. I’ll never go hungry again!

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She Can Do The Splits

I took this photo for Keetha’s benefit. Our traditional Christmas morning breakfast: huevos rancheros. This recipe looks close to how we do it. And by we, I mean my sister and Mom.

Yesterday I couldn’t find some notes. I was positive I knew where they were so I kept checking the same place over and over even though they weren’t there.

In the process I found a folder with ancient old journal stuff. Part is a travel journal from I think Fall 1979. The other is stuff from the 80’s. Some of it is hilarious and some so pitiful I can’t believe I never burned it.

There may be excerpts coming up.

I was reading the obituaries in my historical society magazine the other night. They’re really sweet. They always have a photo of the person young and then the person old. They’re always well loved people with interesting lives.

One of them was for this lady who died in her late nineties. In the first paragraph it said that she had lettered in basketball and had participated in gymnastics and could do the splits.

I ran to find Bob and said: Please put that in my obituary. “She could do the splits!”

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Best Christmas Ever!

Back from holiday. It was fantastic.

First, check out this photo of Bob with the Grinch. That was from Idaho.

If you don’t remember, last Christmas was ruined. We had such bad weather we didn’t get to see family. We had no tree and barely any presents. We did have a nice dinner, just the two of us.

This year totally made up for it.

We had an uneventful drive down. We ran into a tiny bit of snow on one of the mountains but otherwise, clear sailing.

My Dad made this for my Mom. I said it should be in a museum.

We went mushrooming with Mom and Auntie.

I’ve never been before. We tumbled out of the car and in about three seconds Mom took off up the steep, heavily brushed and leaf-slick mountain in one direction and Auntie took off in the other. I tried to scramble along stupidly wearing my giant coat, carrying my camera in one hand and my pen and notebook in the other.

When we went to the next stop, I didn’t make that mistake. And I found my first mushroom. A Tan Oak. The photo is on Bob’s camera. I show it later.

Later Erin showed up with the world’s biggest lap dog.

This is a sign at Somes Bar at Hwy 96 and Ishi Pishi Road.

Every day we went on long walks with hills so we could keep eating and still fit into our pants.

Klamath River

The river was running fast and pretty.

For Christmas we all got big piles of books.

My Mom said, “Let’s cancel dinner and sit around and read.”

But we didn’t.

Here’s the Pamily at dinner. People love it when you take photos of them while they’re eating.

Great time. Glad to be home. I’m going to the office tomorrow and then taking off until Jan 4. Yay.

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End of Summer

Sign on Red Cap Road, Orleans CA

This has been a weird month. The vacation part was fantastic but most of the rest of it I’ve been at loose ends mostly for reasons I can’t explain. Some of my woes I’ve brought on myself but we’re not going to get into it here.

I have tiny post-it notes everywhere with things I wanted to post about but I kept thinking I’d wait on those things until after I did my vacation post. Now I’m sitting here ready to do the vacation post and I don’t really have much to tell.

We did the usual stuff which involves sleeping in (and I’m sure Kira will shudder to learn that sleeping in on vacation in our family is like, 7:30a.) We went for walks. We ate breakfast outside. We read books. We went swimming and we visited with lots of fantastic family members that we don’t get to see that often.

I didn’t get sunburned. I didn’t get poison oak. I did get mosquito bit but not terribly. They always get me on my feet and knuckles. I sprayed bug juice all over my feet and wore shoes and socks at dinner and they still got me.

It was still really good and I wish I could have had a teeny bit more time. I feel like I barely got started and it was already time to go.

Grubstake swimming hole on the Salmon River

It might be seasonal or it might be connected to that “loose ends” thing but I keep feeling like I have to get everything organized. I don’t know what I have or where everything is and I suspect there are lots of thing we don’t need that would be fun to get rid of.

This feeling applies mostly to my closet, the kitchen, the garage and my bookshelves. Oh, and my bathroom cupboards. At the same time, when I had time to tackle a portion of one of these projects, I squandered it on unproductive sitting around. I guess that’s what’s called being lazy.

One thing that happens with the kitchen is that I accumulate weird ingredients. The kind of things that you have to buy a whole jar of to use one tablespoon for some crazy recipe that you only make one time.

Like roasted peppers. I had a jar of roasted peppers around forever and I finally used it up in salads and on pizza. Then I decided they were so good we’d start using them all the time and I bought another jar and they’re just sitting there. This isn’t really a problem to be solved, just telling how it is.

Klamath River, upriver from Orleans

I think one of the best naps I’ve ever taken was on vacation and it was before noon. There is something really decadent about taking a nap a few hours after you’ve gotten up. That’s a Bob specialty. Get up early. Go for a long walk. Eat a big breakfast. And then take a nap. I don’t usually do that.

I used to never get under the covers when I took a nap. I thought a nap should be distinguished from regular going to bed. But lately I’ve found that taking off my pants and crawling into bed really enhances the experience. Which reminds me of a Simpsons where Homer took a nap in his car and took off his pants first. I don’t nap in the car. I also don’t nap after 5pm unless I’m going to be out late and I try to never let that happen.

I injured myself holding the pistol the wrong way. Don’t try to do it like you see on TV. Then I shot this giant bullet or shell or whatever out of something. I was so excited about shooting guns I took terrible notes.

One time our next door neighbor asked us whether something would bother us. I can’t remember what he was up to — re-roofing his garage or something. I told him that unless he started a rock band or rendered fat in the backyard, it was unlikely he would bother us.

Earlier this weekend I heard a rock band rehearsing somewhere close by. I hope this isn’t a regular thing.

Our previous next door neighbor (on the other side) had a snarly awful dog. It would get into our backyard and bark at me which I thought was rude. Our new next door neighbors seemed to have recently acquired a snarling dog. I’ll be out in my PJs in the morning, holding my tea and wandering around enjoying my flowers, pumpkins and tomatoes and the dog will hear me and then barrel up to the fence and growl and snap like a loud scary Godzilla. It also howls at sirens. I kinda want to throw rocks at it.

I love the bulletin board in town next to the post office. It always has political stuff, lost pets, free pets and odd stuff for sale or trade.

Most of this weekend was catastrophically unproductive. Today I pulled myself together and got some writing done. And a few administrative type things.

I also have a long list of chores that are maintenance or repair oriented. I’m a C student in repair skills. I can usually do just enough to fix something or patch it together to limp along a bit longer but I rarely know what I’m doing. Those chores tend to stay on the list forever because I don’t want to take the time to gather information, figure out what tools or parts I need and then figure out the damn problem.

Today I descaled my showerhead and cleared my bathtub drain. The scaly showerhead did not deliver water in a focused spray and the slow drain forced me to stand in ankle deep water during my shower which completely wrecked what should have been the best part of my day. The showerhead was easy once I figured out how to get it off the pipe that comes out of the wall. Dropped it in a bowl of white vinegar and tried to figure out what to do with the drain.

While I was hoping to find a YouTube tutorial that would show me how to take my drain apart instead I found this how to make a simple tool to clean your drain instructions. I couldn’t even find a proper piece of plastic and used this tiny thing about as long as a pencil that attached my new designer dish scrubbing brush to the paper display thingy. And it still worked like a dream. I’d give you the gory details but I don’t know if you’ve just eaten and it was pretty gross.

Later I rinsed off the showerhead and re-installed it and I had a fabulous shower before dinner.

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“Culture Is A Fancy Word For What Your Mom Does”

Wood Working Shop

Last night was lecture night and we got to see Michael Pollan.

We didn’t get home until after 10pm and then I was all wound up and couldn’t sleep and I’m still having trouble forming a few complete sentences to sum up the lecture.

He talked about food, of course. Sold out the house. He’s an entertaining speaker and he backs up his statements with research and facts. I know, what a world where we give people points for using research and facts.

One stat: Americans eat 20% of their meals in the car. How awful. The only time I eat in the car is when I’m driving to Orleans and I don’t want to stop. This is when I drive by myself. I fill the passenger seat with fruit, carrot sticks, trail mix and sometimes a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich. Bottle of water. You can do the drive in 6.5 hours.

I think the worst processed food I eat is Wheat Thins (Big). I don’t know: is See’s Candy a processed food? Let’s just agree, no.

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Today’s My 16 Year Anniversary Working for the Uncle/Boss

I don’t have anything to say about the Oscars except I enjoyed it more than I expected. I did drink a tad too much wine and did a lot of shouting at the TV so that might be part of it. The big Once number and win was my favorite part. The first Enchanted song made me want to stick forks in my ears. No extended interpretive dance piece this year. Yay.

I started to write about food preparation on Friday and got side-tracked by the manapua cobbler story. I can’t figure out why some weekends there is no cooking project too complicated to tackle and other weekends I’m pawing through the cupboards trying to find something where I just add hot water and stir.

This weekend was hot water and stir. Saturday we went out for hamburgers and last night I made salad and Bob brought home pizza. Friday night I made a variation of the Pam Special which goes like this:

1 package of chicken breasts
1 onion. If it’s huge, I use half.
2-3 cloves garlic, minced
Variety of chopped vegetables. I used carrots, celery and turnip.
Mr. Brown’s Barbecue Sauce

I chop the onion and put the garlic through the press and toss in a skillet with a little bit of olive oil on medium heat. I’m going to take a picture of my garlic press if my camera ever gets here. That’s what I get for “free shipping.” The camera is probably taped to the back of a turtle somewhere in Montana about now.

Our garlic press is our oldest and most-used kitchen item. In the first year of our marriage I killed at least 3 garlic presses because they were flimsy and broke under the strain of my enthusiastic pressing, except for one that broke when I tried to press ginger. It’s probably obvious to everyone except for me, but just in case: don’t try to press ginger. It won’t work.

This garlic press came from Germany (it actually says on it, “W. Germany” so maybe it’s also a collector’s item) and it’s the toughest gadget ever. It’s been through the dishwasher a zillion times, dropped in the garbage disposal, bumped around in the bottom of the random kitchen stuff drawer with nutcrackers and measuring cups. No one has ever tried to press ginger in it. It works like a dream every time.

While the vegetables cook I dice the chicken breast. I don’t really enjoy looking at a giant slab of chicken breast on my plate. I like it in bite size pieces and incorporated into the dish.

Oh, before you start all this, fire up your rice cooker. The NYT did an article on basic kitchen appliances and said you don’t need a rice cooker. Sure you can live happily without one, and yes, it’s not that hard to make rice on the stovetop. So what? We love our rice cooker.

04.10.03bbq08Add the chicken to the vegetables and cook until the chicken no longer looks raw. At this point normally I add a Trader Joe’s simmer sauce but we had opened this jar of Mr. Brown’s barbecue sauce so I poured in a blob of that instead. Tom Brown was one of Bob’s students and we always run into him at the grocery store. He sometimes has barbecue parties which are super fun and feature large quantities of incredible meat.

Then I turn the heat down and let it burble until we’re ready to eat. If it’s going to be awhile and the pan starts to look dried out, I add a splash of water and put the lid on. If I’m in the mood I make a salad and sometimes throw some sort of bread product on the table just in case the rice isn’t going to be enough.

Put cooked rice on plate. Ladle chicken stuff over rice. Serve.

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First Annual Christmas Berets Photo

Here we are with our Christmas berets on the Orleans bridge. You are looking downriver at the Klamath in the background. From left to right the back row is: Aunt Janet, Sinead, BG, Meredith holding Samwise, Me, Mom and Erin with the raspberry beret. In the front is Fernando, Josa, Geena and Noah. There were three photographers. That’s why we’re all looking in different directions.

Good trip. We were monitoring the weather and yesterday after breakfast noticed that things were going to go from bad to worse in the next 24 hours so we threw all our stuff in the car, kissed everyone goodbye and high-tailed out of there a day early. There were several dicey stretches, a bit slick on the pass and several bouts of heavy rain and/or very wet snow so it was a long drive. But the drive along 96 was gorgeous. The sun shone most of the way and the trees were dusted with snow and the river was fast and frothy.

We’re glad to be home. We were enjoying puttering this morning. I went to refill my tea and noticed that it was snowing and I checked the forecast and they were predicted a bit of snow in the morning growing heavier all day. It looks like it’s going to stay pretty wet but we both ran for the clothes we threw on the floor last night and dressed and zipped out to the grocery store so we wouldn’t have to venture out in it later.

Now we’ve got a firelog going and hot drinks and plenty to eat. We can enjoy the day.

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Family Photostream

Photostream is up!.

I’ve got a million things to do today so that’s it for today.

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Bicycle Races Are Coming Your Way

Last week on Wednesday night, when we were on our trip, there was an Indian taco feed. We gave our orders to BG and she and a crew picked them up and everyone came over to Mom and Dad’s house and we crammed on the porch for dinner. Originally I thought someone was having a fund raiser but turns out it was two women who didn’t have a job and wanted to make some money. Good for us. No one had to cook.

It was a fun dinner and I took some lovely photos which are still sitting in the viewer, waiting to be lovingly tweaked, cropped and uploaded. Soon.

The next night was the surprise baby shower for Meredith. Remember the wedding in Reno in May? I didn’t find out about the shower until I was already in Orleans which is not know for its shopping options. The nearest major store is at least a 1 1/2 hour drive away.

I quickly knit the baby an adorable outfit which drew oohs and awws from the crowd. Not really. I don’t know how to knit and would like to learn but I barely have time for the things I want to do now. I actually subscribed to a sewing magazine because I thought I was going to get into that. I’ve read each issue cover to cover and really look forward to sewing someday. But I’m getting off my story.

Luckily, I had brought a teeny little something which wasn’t really supposed to be the baby gift. It was something we had that I wanted to give to them. Mom and I wrapped it in tissue and Mom found a card in a drawer somewhere so at least we didn’t have to arrive empty handed.

Meanwhile, while we’re at the shower, we find out that the kids have been invited to play music for some bikers. Sophie was practicing piano down at the school or church or community center. I’m not sure. Maybe all of those. It’s a small town and this is one of the main meeting spots for events. Someone from the biker group heard her play and thought it would be nice entertainment for the group.

Earlier in the day when we went swimming we saw all these people on bikes on the road. They are part of a bicycle club and their itinerary is here.

After the baby shower and sausage feed that Bob and Flori and maybe also Uncle Barry, I wasn’t paying attention, made for us, we all jumped in a half dozen cars and caravaned into town to watch the kids play.

It was amazing. The club had brought in all this infrastructure like a portable shower truck and potty truck and there were tents all over the place. It looked like a fun thing to do. Well, if you like riding bicycles and I do not.

Inside the room was packed and quiet while the kids played. They have a string ensemble and their Mom plays the flute — it’s very von Trapp family. I asked if I could sew them some outfits from curtains. They sounded fantastic. I stood in the back and a man leaned over and said to my Aunt, “Aren’t those kids beautiful?” and my Aunt said, “Those are my grandchildren.” We were all so proud.

Meanwhile, I’m going on night three of I N S O M N I A. My sweetheart has been in Seattle for a work related training and I have one more night before I get him back. Hard to believe I have trouble sleeping without the snoring lump of mammal.

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