Daily Adventures

I read all of Captain's Fury by Jim Butcher last night. The library put it on hold for me, so I got it and just read it in one night. I hadn't intended to, actually.

I'd started it in the afternoon, put it down to get through dinner and knitting night at church with Jet, who brought along his stuffy knitting. He wants to make a new stuffy like Seltzer by himself out of turquoise yarn, so he brought his knitting along and has been chugging away at it happily.

Then I picked it up again while John put Jet to bed. I didn't put it down until nearly 2 am. I enjoyed the three plotlines running through it. I am rethinking a lot of what I wrote in November, now, and it's kind of hard to keep going when part of me is like, but I don't WANT to do that in first person, not really...

I'm not sure that Captain's Fury would be "that good" for someone else. But I enjoyed it immensely, especially through the progression of the other books and really watching Tavi grow up. I'll probably buy it, after the holidays just in case someone did take it off my Amazon wish list. For some reason the Fury books are ones that I want to own, but the Dresden books aren't. I'm still not quite sure why... but I suspect that it relates to how the moms are portrayed. *laughter*

I'm perculating an idea of drawing all the mothers from Fruits Basket with Honda-san's mom in the very middle being herself, and the other moms arrayed from front to back from good to clueless to completely bad and sending that in as "fan art" to Tokyo Pop for their fan art page. Someone that was 36 sent in fan art for one of the books I just read, and they said that it was the oldest person they'd gotten fan art from and she was like 36. Yeesh. I'll admit that I like thinking of gang girl making good as mom. *grin*

So the book making class was very, very cool.

They had a couple who had had kids and when they had kids, there were only the really early readers with three or four words per page, and then regular chapter books. So they decided that they, as a family, were going to fill in the gap and make their own books. So they did, and the kids wrote, drew, and then read their own books.

So they showed us how to do a single, sewn signature book with end leaves and really nicely done covers as well.

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I am grateful for my birthday presents and for a really cool kid.

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This morning, Jet asked, "Who made God?"

We said, quite honestly, that we didn't know. That there's some that believe there's always been and always will be God, but that it was a good question.

We had dinner at Country Buffet, and in the midst of our meal, the big bee mascot came to our table to sign for Jet to high-5 him. As the guy left, Jet said, thoughtfully, "I don't like it when people are stuffed."

Us either, kid.

At this particular moment, Jet is getting a demonstration of how the Sun makes for longer and shorter days as it goes around the Earth, with a flashlight as the stand-in for the Sun and his one dollar globe as the stand-in for the Earth. While we were thinking it all through, Jet said, "I bet the real earth doesn't have a big C around it."

I like having a kid that thinks.

While talking through evolution and "Who was born first?", Jet said, "Well... we evolved from animals and little plants and things, so it's hard to tell who got born first. I guess the president would know."

I wish.

( Read on about me rather than Jet... hmmm... or don't. *grin* )

But I've been avoiding The Deathly Hallows.   Mostly because of how horrible The Order of the Phoenix was and while The Half-blood Prince was better I wasn't holding out much hope.  So I read Bujold's first The Sharing Knife: Beguilement and planned on just getting the second one in hardback as I enjoyed the first book a lot.  But then John bought the copy of The Deathly Hallows from our grocery store.  AND everyone here on LJ has been saying it was actually quite good and ties things up really well.

So I guess I'm going to have to read it.  :-)

We've had a pretty peaceful morning, Jet and I.

Cinnamon rolls for breakfast. I love Rhode's cinnamon rolls, but it's getting hot enough at night that it's not quite as feasible as it used to be to just put the rolls out overnight to rise. They over-rose a bit this morning, so look kind of craggy. But still tasty. I should just make the dough and let it rise in the refrigerator overnight. Whole wheat would be good. :-) But it's a whole dozen of rolls, when we only eat half of them. Hm. I guess I could just freeze half.

( Peace from figuring out my other stuff and the library. )

I've spent the last few days immersed in Michael Pollarn's The Omnivore's Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals. The line for the book at the library is long, so I had a very limited time to read it.

I'd first heard about Michael on NPR, when he was interviewed about this particular book. It was a good year or two ago and I was struck by his descriptions of the corn food chain, how "organic and free range" chickens are raised (up until five weeks they're kept in a shed without "outside access" at which point a door to the outdoors is opened to them, but their living habits are so established at that point that they never venture out, which is good as without antibiotics, there's a real problem with this monoculture of chickens catching cold), and how there's this farm in Virginia that uses at least three species of animals and dozens of species of grasses and trees to create a real, sustainable, farm that raises meat from sunlight.

The book goes into deep details on all of these. The details are sometimes even more disturbing than those presented in Plenty, but, oddly enough, for me they were far more palatable, as Michael presents them as the dilemmas they are rather than given evils. He presents the data, what just is about the industries and then businesses that make it their business to feed us. And he is very good at presenting the questions of what really is the cost of our food, not just in dollars and cents, but in environmental damage, petroleum usage (which is also environmental damage in a sense), and cost to the animals and people involved in the production of what's on our tables. And then he questions everything. I was very fascinated when he questions his own "decision" to eat meat.

The book was fascinating for me as a person who prefers a sea of data to pat answers. But I'll happily warn folks that don't like that kind of things that the book was very dry at the start. I *like* to know about my food. I like to know how it's made, what goes in it, who husbanded it into being, where it came from when I can. I think the most important thing about this book is linked to that way of seeing, what he calls "transparency". I want to open my eyes and really see what's going on and some of it is very, very ugly indeed and if you can't stand looking at the kinds of death, suffering, and destruction our "conventional" food, vegetable as well as animal, now deals, don't read this book. I'll admit that I now have to close my eyes in sheer pain any time someone says, "This thing is made with corn, a *renewable* resource!"

The overall structure is very appealing, though. He goes through four meals and the start of all four of them through the chain from sunlight to table and, so far as he's able, he details exactly what happens. The four meals were a McDonald's lunch eaten in his car, a meal made from organic stuff from Whole Foods, a meal from the sustainable farm in Virginia, and a meal that he admits was a self-indulgence which he created from things he had killed, foraged, or grew with his own hand. The last turns into something far more than the premise suggests, though I recognized something like it in my own cooking style.

Each meal he represents with a way of getting food. The McDonald's lunch, of course, is the industrial. The Whole Foods meal he called the organic industrial (which was eye opening for me, I don't shop there much, but I'm now much more likely to shop at our own Vitamin Cottage than enter a WF again). The Virginia meal was "pastoral". And the last was "personal".

It made me homesick for the northwest, badly, badly homesick for the northwest.

There's a man and a woman who live together in Vancouver BC and they decide to eat only food that was grown or made within 100 miles of their home. It gets very interesting, and they learn far more about preserving their own food than I think most people know. I know *I* wouldn't want to can tomatoes or freeze corn the way they did. And no *bread* for nearly six months of their "diet". Plus, I'm now a lot more aware of the miles that my non-local foods travels, though some of the 'warnings' in the book felt more... overblown... than I liked. That part I didn't like about the book at all.

I got a lot more conscious of what I'm eating, though, and, amusingly enough, have been cooking more and been quite happy to buy and eat more local things. But then I have tried to do more of that anyway.

There's a lady near the corner of state highways 287 and 52 that sells eggs from chickens that she has running around her vegetable garden and fields. Every spring she has a real excess and we bought two dozen of them and the yolks are so orange that they turn pancakes golden, and they taste so astonishing just baked or scrambled or put into omelets that it amazes me over and over again.

My garden's spinach has gotten huge, to the point where for the last month we've been picking and eating just a single row. The plants are now big enough that a single plant feeds both John and I for salad. I used just four plants last night for a bowl of spinach salad that filled our half gallon mixing bowl. It was great and I had three people ask for the recipe and one carefully noted "garden grown spinach". *laughter* I loved that.

It's a fun book. John's devouring it now. I don't think we'll do exactly that. I'd be too homesick for wild caught salmon to be able to. But we did find and list everything in all our freezers, got a better handle on exactly what's in our fridge, and we're starting to ask which stores here carry things that are really local to our area. Plus I'm sure I'm now going to be doing even more shopping at our local farmer's market. That is all to the good, I think, for us and our world.

It is good to have a husband that says, "Stay home. Don't go to the party just because you said you would. You're going to be way overwhelmed if you do."

And he's right.

Every since the OUR Center garden turned more into a managerial/direction type of thing where I have someone talking to me the whole time I'm working there, it's been a lot harder on me. I'm still not recovered from the overwhelming "having people talk to me about a lot of things" from the projects I was doing at work. All I want to do is hide in the basement and play video games with Jet, which isn't really healthy for either of us.

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We had a good day, today, though.

It was 70! Hot, sunny, and my onion starts are all grumpy about getting a little dried out. Sigh.

It started with Jet waking ME up this morning instead of Dad, as he wanted to paint some bamboo and write his name in Chinese this morning. 

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