office friend

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I’ve had this monkey for over 50 years and I still expect him to talk.  There’s a lever in his back so I can shake his head “no” and nod his head up and down for “yes”, and I love his expression.  Cranky and mysterious? Amused and wise?

Today he says, “Aren’t you done writing that book yet?”

Why haven’t you jogged around the driveway this morning?

What are you having for dinner?  Not cheese and crackers again!  Not popcorn!

The window sills need painting.

Your music needs organizing.

Your violin needs new strings.

Did you take your kelp supplements?

I like the new quilt you’ve got going over there on the design wall.  Reminds me of the jungle.

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the missing boobs

Banjo Man waved an official-looking letter in front of me last week.

“Look,” he said.  “They want to know if you had your implants out!”

Note:  Banjo Man is encouraged to open any official-looking mail addressed to me, because it’s always junk mail.  Once I won $10 in the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes, but that was long ago and there hasn’t been anything interesting since.

Anyway…

The letter was addressed to me.  It detailed a class action lawsuit.  It had the serial numbers of my breast implants printed under my name and address.

Note:  I’ve never had breast implants!!!!

(But I suppose you all could tell, huh?)

Banjo Man the Husband wanted to know where the implants were, because he thought he’d missed out on something.

Banjo Man the  Financial Advisor wanted to know how much they cost.

Meanwhile the letter went on to say that proof was needed to verify my “ex-plants”, which is a medical term for removing the implants?  Huh?

No implants.  No explants.   I do not lead a medically exciting life.

Banjo Man offered to save the letter for the blog, but then he forgot and threw it out.  It’s gone, like the missing boobs I never had.

Sigh.

 

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gardening is not in my blood

MorePie's tomato crop, September 26, 2012

MorePie’s tomato crop, September 26, 2012

My brother and I were once discussing our Nebraska spouses’ love of landscaping and dirt-digging.  It was a mystery to us and, as I said to him, our family’s idea of fun was a “good book and a candy bar”.

Yep. Still is.

My friend and fellow blogger Retired Mountain Lady recently posted pictures of ripe tomatoes.  It is **May** and she has beautiful, fat, juicy, red tomatoes already.  Is that amazing or what????  (She is also from Nebraska, by the way.  Just sayin’.)

I suppose I could buy tomato plants in Rhode Island and carry them to the lake in the back of the Highlander, but I think Banjo Man would protest.  He gets a little grumpy when packing the car, and has yet to agree to finding room for the chocolate fountain, despite my whining about it for four years.

I’m doing something wrong when it comes to gardening.

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I want so badly to eat big, ripe tomatoes this summer.  BLT’s!!!!!  Homemade peach salsa!!!!  I could live on nothing but BLT’s…and peaches…and yogurt…and Wheat Thins…and peach salsa.

I’m not going to give up.  THERE WILL BE TOMATOES!  I WILL FIGHT MY GENETIC CODE!!!!

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all grown up

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Happy Graduation Day to my nephew, Thomas!

And congratulations to his proud parents, too!!!

p.s.  Thomas, your quilt is almost finished.  🙂

Love,
Aunt Kris

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happy mother’s day

The children grew up. After looking at these pictures, I feel as if I’ve been on earth for over a hundred years. Maybe two hundred. I don’t dare go back and look at the baby pictures.

Son #1 in Nebraska

Son #1 in Nebraska

Sweet Daughter in New Orleans

Sweet Daughter in New Orleans

Son #2 in England

Son #2 in England

1952, my mother and I.

1952, my mother and I.

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Son #3 in Idaho

Son #3 in Idaho

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poet on the patio

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There was once a turkey named Cyrus

Who decided to peck in my iris.

His friends chose to squabble

And Cy gobble-gobbled

‘Til I wished they all had laryngitis.

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delayed blogging

I have nothing to say.  I have lots of stuff to say.  I have a bunch of photos to share.  I have no time to crop photos and upload them.  I’m sure you are tired of looking at tulips anyway.  I have pictures of a great day with the Little Fabric Princess at Sew Expo.  I have pictures of an apricot tart, my new favorite recipe.

but…

I have a book due June 3, line-edits and minor revisions due on a previous book next week, plus art fact sheets (pages and pages of them) for the book cover and foreign sales due today.

I am up at 4 am.  In bed by 8 pm.  Banjo Man has been installing trim in the basement.  I wear ear plugs and noise-cancelling headphones all day.  I put black out shades on my office windows.  I am jogging and gaining weight and I’m pretty sure I have to give up popcorn.

So now I am going to stop whining and will find a photo to brighten up this post, because I miss blogging every day.

Bye for now.

my running track

my running track

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on the design wall

Spider web quilt

Spider web quilt

I’m a writer, therefore I can think of all sorts of things to do other than writing.

When I should be writing.

Other writers laugh at this.  We all know how we are.  Stephen Pressfield calls it “Resistance”.  Eric Maisel calls it “creative anxiety”.

I call it “resting my eyes from the computer monitor”.

This is a quilt top being made from nothing but scraps.  Last year I pieced together lots and lots of scraps and cut lots and lots of 1.5″ strips out of odds and ends of fabric.  When quilting fabric costs $11.00 a yard, you don’t want to waste it.

Years ago I made a design wall out of a folding screen bought at a yard sale.  Banjo Man helped me with the stapling and it has been a big help when planning quilt designs.  I also use it to block off messes, because cleaning up messes is also a great thing to do when I should be writing.

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You can see I make wild, colorful quilts.  My friends and relatives and Banjo Man are not quite sure about these quilts, so when I make quilts for gifts I turn the volume down, way down.  I become absolutely demure.

Sam Taber's baby quilt (front)

Sam Taber’s baby quilt (front)

Sam Taber's baby quilt (back)

Sam Taber’s baby quilt (back)

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healing with meatballs

Dancing Mandolin Player is having knee replacement surgery today.

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My Sweet Daughter-in-law is having thyroid surgery today.

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I’ve been up since 4 AM thinking about both of them.

Surgery is not fun, but they will both feel better when this is over.  And then they will be ready to party.

Meanwhile I am thinking about them and wishing I was in Texas and Idaho to make chicken casseroles and meatballs and mashed potatoes.

So, in honor of comfort food, I am going to share Grandpa’s Meatballs.  My father, though not Italian, loved Italian food.  He longed to be able to cook like many of his Italian friends and neighbors, so he talked a friend named Anne Marie into teaching him how to make meatballs.

And then he taught me.

I make them for my friends who need a little lift.  It’s my ultimate comfort food.

FOR THE MEATBALLS:

2 pounds of hamburger
2 eggs
1 cup parmesan cheese
2 handfuls of dried parsley
1 handful of oregano
3 shakes around the bowl of garlic powder
5 shakes around the bowl of onion powder
2 slices of bread soaked briefly in warm water,then squeezed

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This goes in a mixing bowl with dough hooks or can be mixed by hand until completely blended.

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This is the recipe doubled.

Then roll the balls the size of big walnuts (we like small meatballs) and put on a cookie sheet.  I bake these at 350 for about half an hour, until they are cooked.  Try not to burn the bottoms.

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FOR THE SAUCE:

1 garlic clove, minced
1 chopped onion
1 2-lb can of Rosella tomatoes (I like diced tomatoes of any brand)
2 6 oz cans of tomato paste
a palm*** of salt
a palm of pepper
a palm of parsley
a palm of oregano

Saute the garlic and onion in a large pan with a little olive oil.  Be careful not to burn the garlic.  Add the can of tomatoes and mash.  Cook on med-high vigorously for about 5 minutes, to cook off some of the liquid in the tomatoes.
Add the two cans of tomato paste, plus 4 cans of water for each can of tomato paste.
Add seasonings and bring to a slow boil, then simmer.

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Add the meatballs and simmer for a few hours.  You can also put this in the crock pot.  The sauce should bubble every once in a while.

TO ADD SAUSAGE:

Cut up a pound of hot or sweet Italian sausage, put it into an oven-proof frying pan and bake it for 30 minutes, or until cooked through.  Add this, including any fat, to the sauce.

*my best guess:  a handful is 1/2 cup
**a “shake” is a circle around the mixing bowl
***my best guess: a “palm” is 1/2 TBS

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inspiration #327

I want to make a quilt with these colors.

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Is this what they call “petal pink”?

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