I really can’t explain how the idea for this post came together. All I can tell you is that I was sitting at my desk at work on Wednesday when The Song of Hiawatha, Lewis Carroll’s parody Hiawatha’s Photographing, and Husband’s plan to smoke a pork shoulder on the 4th all converged in my brain.
Husband has planned to get his smoker going for weeks, and he has been fussing about the fuels he needs, the type of rub and mop he would use, and the pork shoulder he intended to smoke. I guess that might have reminded me of Carroll’s parody of the photographer fussing to set up the camera and get the photo subjects to cooperate. My Uncle Harvey’s farm in Pipestone. MN bordered the National Monument where The Song of Hiawatha pageant was performed (my tall, blonde, cousins were often extras in the production), and my parents took me to see it several times.
I have never been a fan of Longfellow’s poetry. I also have a hard time reading epic poems like The Kalevela that have been translated into a sing-song cadence. It dawned on me that if I could write a parody of Longfellow, anyone could. Here goes:
Husband Chris got out the smoker,
Like an iron lung, the smoker
Filled it up with logs and wood chips
Double checked that it was perfect
Set the contents all on fire
Waited for the embers glowing
Then he made the pork roast spice rub
Covered all the roast with spice rub
Closed the lid and smoked the shoulder
Sat for hours by the smoker
Feeding logs and chips as needed
Doused the roast with special mop sauce
Drank some beer to pass the hours
I had to stop there. The eight syllable pattern was getting tedious. It could go on and on, just like Longfellow.
What are your favorite/least favorite epic poems? What activities turn you into a fuss pot?
She is afraid of little dogs, big dogs, medium dogs, the vacuum cleaner, the Roomba, the lawnmower, the hairdryer, paper bags, squirt bottles, the dog gate, noises close to her, when you wave your arms around, outsiders, things touching her without warning (pillow falling on her, towel slipping off a hook, toy tossed at her when she’s not looking).
But there are two things that Guinevere is NOT afraid of. Thunderstorms and fireworks. Unbelievable. YA and I used to do a few fireworks out on the front sidewalk but we quit because my last Irish Setter, Rhiannon was afraid. I suppose we could get a few things now that Rhiannon is no longer with us, but considering how many other dogs get scared, it doesn’t seem worth it.
So we’ll watch fireworks on tv and we’ll hear fireworks from the surrounding communities, with Guinevere snoozing at the end of my bed!
Doing anything fun today? Any fireworks on the schedule?
You all know I have a co-dependent relationship with my local library. Nothing new about that. One of the things I appreciate is that it’s on the right-hand side of the street, heading south from my house. This means that I drive by it on almost ever errand I run so stopping to return books or pick up something that is on hold is incredibly easy.
Two Saturdays back, returning a couple of books was the first item on my to-do list. As I was putting the books on the return belt I noticed that there were a bunch of Llama Llama signs along the garden side of the building as well as a massive banner across the front window.
I might have talked about the Llama Llama books back when I discovered them but in case I didn’t – they are kids books, a long series of them, about a young llama and his family. They’re quite cute. This is the first one:
Anyway, I texted YA as I got back in the car that they were having a Llama Llama reading. As I headed south from the parking spaces in front of the library, I saw that the parking lot was blocked off with some kids games. Then I saw a couple of tents. Then I saw the llamas. At the light I texted YA again that there were live llamas at the library. Her response… “You’re going around the block right now, aren’t you?” Aaah, she knows me well.
I know the head librarian so after I had waited in line (the only adult without a kid in tow), we chatted a bit about Llama Llama Day. This was the third Saturday in a row that one of the Hennepin County libraries had hosted the llamas. Apparently there are a few more scheduled over the summer. I asked him if the library system was moving the Llama Llama books around so that there were plenty to check-out at each library who was having the llama party. He was surprised that I knew that; I reminded him that I’m an event planner by trade.
I got to pet all of the llamas before I returned to my list of errands. Later when I got home, I pulled my Llama t-shirt out and wore it the rest of the day as I considered all the various events that I might have planned if I’d been a library planner instead of an incentive travel planner.
What book do you think would make a good library event?
It was a big weekend around here. On Saturday afternoon, my littlest neighbor Marie (5 years old) announced to visiting relatives during a cookout, that she wanted her father to take the training wheels off of her bike. Big sister Minnie had been getting a lot of attention learning to skateboard on the driveway so now it was Minne’s turn.
Surprisingly she caught on very quickly and despite the neighbors having a big driveway, it didn’t take long before everyone had to troop down to the sidewalk in front of the house so she could have a longer runway. And even though I had been a witness to some of this, when I went out to water on Saturday night, Marie hurried over to the fence to announce her big news.
Then on Sunday when I saw her, she announced it again, this time telling me how far she could go (almost 3 houses). Yesterday I got the news yet again when she saw me in the yard cutting the grass. This time she elicited a promise from me that when her dad came out to help her, I would come out on the front steps to watch. Getting ready for this big ride took a bit. Helmet, elbow pads, wrist pads and knee pads; when Dad was going to skin the elbow pads, Marie insisted since older sister had on a full set of pads for her skateboarding.
I remember learning to ride without training wheels. We lived on West Cedar Avenue in Webster Groves, just down the street from the local elementary school. I can still taste the exhilaration I felt when I realized that my dad wasn’t holding onto the back of my bike seat any longer.
Marie’s ride on the front sidewalk went really well. As expected Dad had to run the whole way behind her and had to help with the stopping. We have a slight incline/decline (depending on which direction you’re going) on our block and I did notice that Marie struggled a bit more to stay upright when she was coming UP the incline. But all in all, an impressive beginning for her biking career!
Tell me about a time you mastered something as a child that you were proud of!
After all the days of rain, YA and I couldn’t wait to get out into the yard and get dirty. I decided that it had been too long since I cleaned up the edges of the yard and boulevard along our front sidewalk. This is a two-part job. First I run my edger along where I think the sidewalk should be ending. Second I sit on the sidewalk and pull up the bits that are overgrown.
So there I was sitting on the sidewalk when a neighbor from up the street, along with her son, stopped to chat. Since they had their dog, who is on the small size, I stayed on the sidewalk to pet the dog while we talked. Blake (son) and I talked about llama day, which had happened at the library the week before. Blake had been to the farm where the llamas come from and knew one of the llamas that was at the library.
We also talked about school finally being over for the summer and I asked him if he had any plans. He’s 10 so his short “just camps” answer didn’t surprise me; I followed up with “what kind of camps this year”. He mentioned a science camp and a viking camp. I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know all the kinds of camps there are, but a viking camp seemed different. I asked if it was a football camp or some kind of history camp. He laughed and said “BIKING”. If I’d had any liquid, I probably would have snorted it up on the spot.
When I was a kid you just hung around the neighborhood for the summer and bothered your mother. Maybe if you knew someone who knew someone you might end up at a vacation bible study camp for a few days. If kids were doing organized anything, I never knew about it. So even though Blake will be biking for one of his camps this summer, I love the thought of viking camp. Not even remotely sure what we would do at viking camp, but I’m positive I would love the outfits!
How did you spend your summers as a kid? Any camp you WISH you could have gone to?
As I started writing this on Thursday I wrote, “Well, it hasn’t rained yet this week, oh wait, it’s sprinkling now.” And now late Friday afternoon, we’ve gotten another inch. I think it sprinkled Monday, it sprinkled Tuesday, sprinkled Thursday. Never amounted to much but it’s just kinda damp everywhere. I’ve got springs down by the barn, got springs around back, got a wet spot in front of the duck pen, got a big lake in the neighbor’s field with several ducks in there. Nothing we haven’t had before, it’s just been a few years.
I did notice the rust on the Oats really came out earlier this week. It’s a fungus that overwinters on Buckhorn, (yet another reason to hate Buckhorn), and then it’s moved by wind, and loves high humidity and moisture. Although I’ve never seen it turn a field brown like it has in a couple of spots. The end of one field seems worse than others, and that could be because it’s sheltered by trees, so maybe it doesn’t get much sunshine, plus some different soils. It was a little stressed in the first place. Of my 25 acres of oats, this is just a few acres in that field.
The rest of it is waist high, and there could be a lot of grain out there. Not gonna count the bushels before they’re in the truck or weighed at the elevator, but it’s looking good right now.
Corn is waist tall as well.
The ducklings are growing fast, and as expected, everything’s wet in their pen too. This weekend, I will probably get them out of their starter tank and into a larger pen. More room to spill water and find dry spots.
We made good progress on the fence this week. Last summer‘s Padawan came back to help this summer’s Padawan. I forgot what two teenage boys are like together. (snicker, eye roll, fart noises). As of this writing, the fence is about 80% done. I have to set four or five wood posts yet, and grass, and the whole thing is just a pain. Not to mention I’m a lot older than I was the last time I made a fence. It’s been strangely fun using the old rope wire stretcher (to pull the wire tight before attaching it to the posts). My brother was skeptical that it is still the original rope. And I used the new , longer handles on the post hole digger!
Back to some theater projects for a while. Tuesday, myself and ten volunteers tore out the old stage at THE REP. New stage will be roughly the same size, just a few inches taller, and built so it doesn’t squeak. The biggest change is backstage: tearing down a bunch of shelves, and platforming the whole thing from end to end and wall to wall. Also insulating some walls, and blocking off some tall windows that are kind of a problem.
After the fence, after the stage, then, THEN I’m gonna start working on my machine shed shop again. Honestly, one of these days. And in a month, I’ll be down in Chatfield working on a show there, “SpongeBob SquarePants, the musical”. Friday afternoon, myself and another guy were out cutting up another township tree blocking a road. In the rain.
It wasn’t too bad. We cut it up and I called a neighbor who used his skidloader to push it off the road. A tree company will be out Monday to pick it up. I was going to have them take this tree down anyway as it was leaning over the road. Guess I can cross that one off the list. I’ve got at least 4 trees down in the fields. At this point, I’d knock down more crop trying to clear up the tree than if we just harvest around it. So probably leave them until this fall.
Here’s some chickens:
Here’s a butterfly on a flower:
WHICH NEIGHBOR, LIVING OR DEAD, ARE YOU CALLING FOR HELP?
I am writing this on Thursday afternoon, in the midst of intense local alarm at the prospects of bad weather. The NWS is predicting severe storms Thursday night with Gorilla Hail (it is apparently more than 2 inches in diameter and spikey), tornadoes, winds up to 80 MPH, and heavy rain. Local churches, bars, and the college are offering shelter for people and their pets. The entire western third of North Dakota may have this weather, and it is predicted to start at 5:00pm.
I am intensely skeptical, and I have a suspicion that it is being played up by the media. Of course, I could be wrong, so the cautious part of me decided to get the blog for Friday ready to go in case we have no electricity after the storm hits.
I have never seen such widespread alarm and fear in the 36 years we have lived here. There apparently is a family in town who is boarding up their house with plywood. The storms are the topic of most conversations. People are either hauling anything of value indoors, or putting things they want to get rid of outside for the storm to destroy. I am thankful we had our rain gutters and downspouts cleared out on Tuesday night by the teenage sons of a coworker. My plans are to sit at home with Husband and dog, and either watch the trees blow past or sit outside and enjoy the nice evening. If I don’t make any comments on the blog in the morning, you will know something has happened!
What gets you and/or your community all riled up? What are some of your mor memorable storm experiences?
When I was in junior high I never did really figure out how to diagram a sentence. In my mind’s eye I can still see the examples that the teacher had written up on the board but I’m pretty sure if it were ever on a test, I probably missed that question. I think my grasp of the English language is sufficient without that bit of knowledge. Although I couldn’t point out a dangling participle to safe my life, I do recognize the subjunctive. In fact, I remember how excited I was that the first paragraph of Uprooted by Naomi Novik not only mentioned dragons but also used the subjunctive correctly. Twice!
Correcting someone else’s English use isn’t a habit of mine; since I can’t claim perfect usage, I stop short of deciding if anyone else does. In fact, I’m re-thinking the idea that anyone has perfect usage. Bill Bryson’s Mother Tongue (which I just finished) has pretty well convinced me that most of the “rules’ that we think know were just made up (fairly willy-nilly) by folks whose only qualification was their strong opinion!
Imagine my surprise when I found that someone else obviously had a strong opinion about grammar. I turned the page on a book yesterday to find the above edit. In red pen in a library book no less. I can’t imagine that anyone would care enough to do this. It’s clear what the author meant – I’m sure every single person reading this book knew exactly what she was saying. Makes me think of a t-shirt I’ve seen online recently that made me laugh:
I doubt seriously if this “correction” will give other readers an “ah ha” moment. No one will look at those red letters and say “Oh, I’ve been using that and because wrong all these years”. So I’ve decided that I don’t care if the way the sentence is written is wrong by anybody’s standards. I DO think it’s a heinous crime to write in a library book in red ink. `Nuff said.
Do you write in your own books? Margins or editing?
Husband and I decided that our Cesky Terrier’s political leanings would be Socialist. He feels best as part of a pack. He thinks we need to share our food, our space, our time, with him and each other.
Our Welsh Terriers would definitely have voted Libertarian. They disliked regulations and any rule they considered too restrictive. They wanted to be left to their own devices, running free.
Our cats would have had varying political leanings but all would have gleefully participated in dirty tricks against their opponents. Our son’s cat would be in favor of an absolute monarchy with herself as the Queen.
Where have your pets been on the political spectrum?
Our daughter phoned the other day to tell me that her friends are shocked and appalled that we never took her to an amusement park when she was little. To make up for this neglect, Daughter and three friends are planning a trip to Disney World next April for Daughter’s birthday.
We live rather a long way from any amusement parks. Even the Cities was kind of far to go just for that. When we traveled, we visited family, and they lived in Minnesota and Wisconsin. There aren’t that many amusement parks in those locations. Summer was for work, summer activities, and gardening. We just weren’t that family that has big summer vacations. Husband remembers being unutterably bored on his family vacations, usually taken by car. My parents drove to Florida when I was about 12, but there was no Disney World then.
Two of the friends going on the April trip did college internships at Disney World, and they are devising elaborate spread sheets for daily schedules and activities. We agreed to atone for our neglect by contributing to lodging expenses, so it is shaping up to be a pretty fun trip.
What kind of vacations did your family go on? Any vacations with friends?
Trail Baboon 