My friend, Sam, happens to be a programmer. He also happens to be patient enough to let me wade through the confusing world of domains, servers, ports, firewalls, sftp and endless, varied passwords.
Patience*, which I think is enhanced by my living very far from Altanta - though I was tempted to open a video link, just so I could have a witness to my pissyface.
Sam says I've accomplished a lot today and that if it were 1997 I'd be at the top of the field!
Woot.
Anyway, announcing tenthmoon My little website will be attending a revolving costume ball while I find a theme that suits. You are welcome to join me!
(*A google searce for patience, which is how I wordcheck, brings up a Spanish Guns N' Roses video! Second listing, wow.)
Blackberries!
There are so many beautiful berries in my new state that I feel personally responsible for the preservation of at least SOME of them.
Yesterday I picked 10 pints. When gathering, if they didn't fall into my hand, I didn't force it. Perhaps it wouldn't matter if I were just slightly less selective...they still needed sugar after all!
I wanted to get deeper into the thickets, so I fit a 3'x8' piece of plywood into the kiddie bike trailer. Throwing the board into the bushes did let me wade in, surfboard style. And I was pretty pleased about the whole arrangement till a few brambles shifted, allowing the board to scoot forward and down. I fell backwards. On a few branches, but no matter, at least I fell Backwards. Today I'll just strap a few tupperware to the bike rack. Berry surfing might not be a solitary activity. I'll wait till I have an audience for very first berry bush face plant.
Totals so far:
13 cups of seedless, slightly sweetened blackberry liquid in the freezer
3 cups of berry paste in the fridge
2 cups of seeds in the compost
Yesterday I picked 10 pints. When gathering, if they didn't fall into my hand, I didn't force it. Perhaps it wouldn't matter if I were just slightly less selective...they still needed sugar after all!
I wanted to get deeper into the thickets, so I fit a 3'x8' piece of plywood into the kiddie bike trailer. Throwing the board into the bushes did let me wade in, surfboard style. And I was pretty pleased about the whole arrangement till a few brambles shifted, allowing the board to scoot forward and down. I fell backwards. On a few branches, but no matter, at least I fell Backwards. Today I'll just strap a few tupperware to the bike rack. Berry surfing might not be a solitary activity. I'll wait till I have an audience for very first berry bush face plant.
Totals so far:
13 cups of seedless, slightly sweetened blackberry liquid in the freezer
3 cups of berry paste in the fridge
2 cups of seeds in the compost
Little Birdie in Blue
Given that this is my first applique, I'm pleased with the little guy.
There is an abandoned bird's nest in the petunias, and I just now noticed the irony.
My little kindergarten friend thinks it strange that he doesn't have eyes. And, those feet...my first embroidery!
Sucessful meeting
Great big thanks to all the wonderful doulas and educators who made the time to meet for brainstorming today. I'll be writing up the minutes -- so, local doulas, put on your thinking caps.
Your body is not a lemon
"Remember this, for it is as true as true gets: Your body is not a lemon. You are not a machine. The Creator is not a careless mechanic. Human female bodies have the same potential to give birth well as aardvarks, lions, rhinoceri, elephants, moose, and water buffalo. Even if it has not been your habit throughout your life so far, I recommend that you learn to think positively about your body."
~Ina May's Guide to Childbirth
~Ina May's Guide to Childbirth
Why I am a Doula, pt. 1
Thirteen years ago, while I was elbow deep in a bin of remaindered books, I found a thin, square, off-white book with a big black slash across the front. It must have been the shape and texture of the binding that grabbed my attention -- the cover was missing. In my hands, the book opened to a picture of a freshly born child looking into the eyes of his astounded mother...and my life changed.
That child, flecked with vernix, damp from the birth tub, half floating in his mother's arms, looked out with such wisdom from his slightly amused face. The entire universe was present in his eyes.
Why did this birth look and feel so different than the other images I has seen? Where did people give birth in kiddie pools anyway? Was that bookshelf in the corner...was this in a house!? Are most babies this aware? I turned the page, there she was sitting on a wooden chair next to a window, holding her baby while sipping a glass of champagne. What? She was able to walk to a chair within minutes of giving birth...hmmm...
At the time I didn't know how deeply my outlook had been changed. I was just taking a break from studying for my Bachelor of Music at the local bookstore. A five minute break stretched into twenty, which stretched into an hour. I absorbed those images, slack-jawed, till the last moment when the store closed.
And, of course, I bought that marvelous book...for a dollar.
That child, flecked with vernix, damp from the birth tub, half floating in his mother's arms, looked out with such wisdom from his slightly amused face. The entire universe was present in his eyes.
Why did this birth look and feel so different than the other images I has seen? Where did people give birth in kiddie pools anyway? Was that bookshelf in the corner...was this in a house!? Are most babies this aware? I turned the page, there she was sitting on a wooden chair next to a window, holding her baby while sipping a glass of champagne. What? She was able to walk to a chair within minutes of giving birth...hmmm...
At the time I didn't know how deeply my outlook had been changed. I was just taking a break from studying for my Bachelor of Music at the local bookstore. A five minute break stretched into twenty, which stretched into an hour. I absorbed those images, slack-jawed, till the last moment when the store closed.
And, of course, I bought that marvelous book...for a dollar.
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