Pulling a Gommie

When I was in junior high, Gommie did something that meant the world to me then and still resonates quite a bit now:  she took me out of school, during the day!, to see Return of the Jedi the day it opened.  I went to first and second period, if memory serves, while she went and stood in line for tickets.  As she told it later, someone even approached the long line and asked what it was for and she asked (or thought) if they'd been under a rock!?!  The hype was phenomenal and I was a huge fan.  And I saw ROTJ in its second showing on the first day and LOVED IT.  She knew I would and she was game to take me out of school and go with me, embracing the craziness of it all--those were the special gifts that have stuck with me three decades or more later--generosity, fun, embracing the experience, support, and encouragement.  That's the kind of parent I want to be.

And so we pulled a Gommie tonight.  The Hobbit:  Battle of Five Armies opens tomorrow and we'd long told the kids we'd take them to see it,just like Gommie did for me, possibly even pulling them out of school.  But with Mama using up her days off for the holidays, we weren't going to be able to see the film during the day.  So, somehow, Mama learned about an advanced release showing today.  And got us tickets.

Except we didn't tell the kids.  I even rushed them through dinner and told them we all had to go to Home Depot with Mama.  We even pulled into the movie theater parking lot and told them ha! ha! we were going to see Penguins of Madagascar since the Hobbit wasn't opening yet.  And then . . . we handed them tickets to the Hobbit!  Bud actually didn't believe us and was a mite disappointed that we weren't going to Penguins . . . until it dawned on him that we were going to Hobbit tonight.  And then the cheering and dancing began.

Which is all very well and good because, it being the culminating film of the series, with sadness and death of some major characters (for which we were prepared) and a violent battle of five armies, it wasn't super cheerful.  But we liked it anyway and did managed to laugh at the funny bits and amazing stunts.  (Cos Legolas always has the best moves.)  And I loved the morals of the tale--friendship, loyalty, sacrifice, courage, love.  As Thorin Oakinshield says in the movie, ""If more of us valued home above money, it would be a merrier world."  That's all I'm going to say. No spoilers, we warned the kids about talking to their friends.  Only gloating that we saw it early. 

We got home late, almost 10 pm, and we'll all have trouble getting a move on in the morning, but it was well worth it.

Thanks, Gommie.

Advent Activity: Piano Performance

Yesterday, the kids participated in a concert at a local nursing home, organized by our piano teacher.  Sis played "Good King Wenceslas" and "Good Night, Ladies," while Bud played "Linus and Lucy."  They did well and seemed to enjoy it.  I know the residents did--lots of clapping and thanking them afterwards.  I'm glad the kids have the chance to share their talents.  And I'm proud that they do.

Advent Activity: Guess Where We Were, II

Saturday
7:30 a.m. up and about
8:00 a.m. leave the house in the car
9:15 a.m. arrive, meet up with grandparents
9:30 a.m. see the creche, talk about how new the Cathedral looks
9:45 a.m. Lego store!!  Best to go with grandparents.  (Bud made me a mini-gingerbread house we saw on display there.  And the kids each got a set.)
10:00 a.m. take pictures in front of the big Christmas tree
10:45 a.m. great lunch at 'wichcraft--turkey sandwiches with onion relish, pb&j on multigrain, grilled cheese with bacon, Cuban pork, potato chips, lentil soup, hot chocolate, coffee
11:30 a.m. get special chocolates, flown in from Switzerland regularly--orange peel in chocolate, marzipan in chocolate, chocolate cats, champagne truffles.  Ma and Gong even got me some for my birthday.
12:00 noon head to museum--see the creche, visit "Death Becomes Her" (I love the exhibition of 19th-century Euro-American mourning clothes), Astor Court, Greco-Roman--the kids were ready to stay longer; it's the adults who wore out first.
2:00 p.m. say goodbye to grandparents
3:30 p.m. eat early dinner at fondue restaurant--Alpine cheese, court bouillon, milk chocolate with extra dippers, and special blackberry lemonades, and a boozy coffee for me!
4:30 p.m. home again

Yep, our annual holiday trip to the city with my in-laws.  Wonderful tradition, wonderful time.

Guess Where We Were

I had a very special birthday celebration tonight.  And here was our (8th annual!) menu:

• Pork belly, cheddar, fried egg on brioche
• cinnamon doughnut
• "pig in the blanket"
• vegan sushi roll
• "Raclette," melted cheese under a roaster on fingerling potatoes, pickled beets, smoked ham, pickled string beans, roasted cauliflower, carrot, and toasted baguette
• Macaroni and cheese, three ways:  1).  four cheese with bread crumbs; 2).  truffle oil (my second favorite) and 3). Italian sausage and peppers (my fourth favorite--yeah, still lapsing)
• Swedish meatball in gravy with lingonberry (my third favorite)
• jerk chicken skewer
• veggie empanada
• kale salad with vinaigrette
• escoviche fish tacos
• caramelized Belgian waffle with chocolate drizzle
• orecchiette with butternut squash 
• brussels sprouts with pomegranate seeds and chestnuts
• beet burger with feta
• slider with tomato jam
• tater tots with truffle aioli!!!!!!!  MY FAVORITE
• short ribs
• scallion salad
• Japchae noodles
• s'mores cake
• s'mores
• s'mores liquid shots
• whiskey apple cake
• white chocolate trufffle

Whew, and that's just the food we ate!  There was more we didn't even try (salmon, steak, grilled cheese with peppers, boozy snow cones, one little appetizer in this flaky egg roll, fondue).  Plus full open bar, whatever you want, but we're so boring that we just drank soda.

Thanks for a wonderful night!!

Catching Up

Advent
For whatever reason, we have fallen behind in our daily Advent Activities.  I don't know if it's because we are distracted by and focused on the new cats (more on that in a bit), or because we have lots of activities--cookie decorating with GS troop at senior center, piano performance at nursing home, Piano Guys concert, various office parties, two friends' birthday parties, birthday lunch at German restaurant with visit to British grocery store, our annual cookie decorating party, and other things, plus are regularly scheduled activities.

Cats
We've had first contact!  We couldn't tempt the new boys upstairs after we locked up our original cats last night, so we let our cats visit them in the basement.  We were ready with treats, which worked very well--Albus and Hermione approached Mojito, but nothing happened as they all munched away. Later, Hermione and Mojito hissed a bit at each other, but separated.  Mojito even went to eat while Hermione was still hanging around.  We ended it soon after, since it had been pretty promising.  And no one seemed the worse for the wear last night or this morning--no hiding, no litterbox accidents, no obvious stress.  We'll try again.  We realize the basement isn't the best place for them to live, but under the circumstances, Mojito (Mojo) and Patron (Tabby or Petro) are pretty lucky.  And it is temporary.

Colonial Lecture
I gave that lecture to a local AAUW (American Association of University Women) chapter last weekend.  And it went really well!  My light beige body sock arrived the day before so that I didn't feel quite so exposed in my chemise.  'Cos I started out in nothing more than my shift, which is a very flimsy nightgown (and would've been used as such), and stockings.  I then tied on garters, slipped on my leather Merrills (the most obvious anachronistic bit I have--reproduction colonial shoes are too expensive for my needs), and kept going.  A volunteer helped me lace up my stays/corset, skipping every other hole to make it go faster--she used my spiral bobbin to help thread it (the spirals help twist the bobbin through.)  Then pockets, petticoats, bodice, cap.  They couldn't believe how many clothes I had on--are you hot?  can you breathe?  can you bend?  I'm pretty comfortable in my colonial clothes, even the corset, which is a nice brace for my back.  I spoke a bit about the development of the corset as a foundation for heavy petticoats and as a way to achieve the straight silhouette they desired (their clothes were much more fitted than now, tight, and so you really get these amazing lines, esp if you have wide skirts, a bum roll or panniers, an early side hoop.)  Since it's all cotton--the other main anachronism, for it would've been mainly wool, linen, or a combo linsy-woolsey here--I don't get as hot as I could (though I get warm faster than usual), and, of course, now the historic house has AC and heat; it would've been so much colder in the 18th century and you would've needed the wool, quilted petticoats, and numerous layers.  The talk was short, only about 20 minutes, and I could've covered a lot more.  I would definitely do it again, longer and more detailed. And when I changed back into my civvies, I just felt ordinary again.  I like the way I feel, physically (the corset, the change in how I move--sit, walk, even gesture) and mentally (i.e. thinking about the past, getting a different perspective.)  Regular clothes just don't do that for me (mind you, if I wore colonial clothes more often, I probably wouldn't feel that way anymore, either.)

Birthday Celebrations
Mama set up this great present for me--a Lyve app that allows me to manipulate all the digital photos we have in chronological order, updates any of our new photos, let's me share them.  So, I can look back on all the photos we've taken on my birthday through the years.  Or, look at all the photos in a month or year.  And she bought this digital frame that scrolls through them.  Right now, there are pictures of us at Mystic Seaport going past.

Mama went into work late so we could all have breakfast together--egg sandwiches she fetched from the deli!--and treats (yummy pastries from a special bakery she'd snuck home.)  Sis had hung up a birthday sign telling me I was awesome.  Feeling lots of love from my family today.

And family and friends, far and wide.  Gommie, Aunt Banana, and Lambeth and Mrs. Lambeth have called--it definitely sets the day apart and makes me feel special.  And several of my local friends came over for coffee and cake this morning, bringing treats to share (and some gifts, though I had said not to, which was sweet and appreciated.)  We chatted for two hours, having not gotten together in awhile.  I never get to talk to everyone as much as I'd like, but they're all interesting and seemed to enjoy getting to know each other (there are definitely different spheres, like a Venn Diagram of my life, and they crossed over today.)  I even played a few songs on the piano to show off my new skills!

Tonight, Mama and I are going to a big holiday party and tomorrow we're meeting up with my in-laws to do holiday things.  And Sunday, the kids have another piano performance.  So, all in all, a very special birthday.

All the Difference

I have two hospice patients right now.  Both men, both in their 90s, both WWII vets, both with attentive and loving families.  But one man has various heart and diabetes issues and lives in a full nursing home.  The other is in end-stage dementia at home.

And there is all the difference.

The longer I work in hospice, the less I like nursing facilities.  I can't assign blame, though there is enough evidence that it is warranted.  Not that it would help to blame.  But the staff is overworked, the patients are lonely and bored and often overmedicated, the facilities are so crowded and so noisy, and the families very frequently absent.  It's like factory farming our old people.  And we've all seen those awful videos of miserable, suffering cows, chickens, and pigs.

And at home, my patient is in his own quiet room, with a daily attendant to handle physical needs in the morning, and his family there in the home (today, baking Christmas cookies) with the support of his hospice team.

Now, I don't know the difference in price exactly, but I do know that the man at home has a stay-at-home daughter-in-law and the man in the facility has working children and grandchildren.  I've heard that the home-option is not wildly more expensive, if you have the people and the space.  Which is a challenge for so many.

My patient at home is actively dying--I probably won't see him again, though I'm going back in just a few days.  But it is peaceful.  I sang Christmas carols to him while the lights glowed on the little tree on his dresser.  His own tree, mind you, which he'd had for years.

My nursing home patient is still really active and fairly mobile for a hospice patient; we have great conversations . . . as long as I am careful not to make him late for lunch!  He starts looking at his watch 45+ minutes early.  I will see him again soon, too.  And I'll know that, especially in his case, my presence makes all the difference because of where he is.

I don't think I need tell you which one I'd prefer to have at the end . . . .

Piano Guys and Gals

This morning, Sis lay down on our piano bench and played "Old Susanna" upside down--just like Mozart in the movie, Amadeus.

Why?

Because she was inspired by the Piano Guys concert we attended last night.

Similarly, Bud was practicing cello first thing this morning, even thumping the body and spinning his instrument.

All because of the Piano Guys.

Bud also loved that they played "his" song from the Peanuts Gang . . .in a nursing home (they showed a video), just like he will on Sunday with the piano club.

I'm not sure when we first heard of them.  I think perhaps it was a FB video of a Star Wars cello duel. 

But pretty soon, they were everywhere.  Mama seemed to come upon them separately, knowing a video where the musicians pluck and bow the inside of a grand piano.  One of the young ladies in our piano club played some of their songs, including "Waterfalls" and "Secrets."  And our piano teacher then mentioned that they were going to be in concert nearby.

So we got tickets.  And went last night.

They were fabulous!  Mixing Christmas carols with pop tunes, original compositions with well-known tunes, sometimes played traditionally, but more often than not, played more originally with loops, thumping, plucking, using their heads, elbows, and even toes and feet!!  Though it was well past their bedtimes, the kids were enthralled.

And all Mama and I could think of was Mormons.

See, unbeknowst to us, the musicians are members of the Latter-Day Saints (LDS.)  As you probably know, the wealthy and powerful (and growing) LDS church contributed funds and power to overthrowing California's Proposition 8, regarding same-sex marriage, which they are firmly against.  On a personal level, I know only one Mormon, who is also against same-sex marriage; we've discussed it briefly--in my house, of all places.  She has stated that she respects the love I have for my family--and so we manage, as co-Girl Scout leaders.  Conversely, I respect her beliefs and support her right to them . . . up to the point that she wants to take away mine (as far as I know, she isn't a social activist per se.)  It's a tenuous friendship, where we try to stay far away from these issues.  A real case of agree-to-disagree.  

Anyway, I tend not to support organizations who actively support conservative causes, i.e. Wal-Mart, Hobby Lobby, Chick-fil-a, Domino's, Wendy's, Cracker Barrel, ad infinitum.  And so at the very first, I was a bit disappointed that some of my money, by way of tithing, must have gone to the LDS coffers.

And as I sat and listened to their beautiful music, I reflected on how prejudiced I would be if I lumped all Mormons under one roof or dismissed them out of hand.  I know it's not a monolithic group, ranging from the Fundamentalist LDS polygamists to a strong believer like my GS co-leader to the LDS feminists and even those who support gay rights.  What did I really know of the Piano Guys?  Besides their amazing talents?

Well, they made one Mormon joke--about "that's one wife per person, something you have to explain if you're Mormon"--and testified a few times (which mostly fell flat here in Connecticut.)  It dawned on me how secular CT really is, especially the circles I run in.  As a kid, I'd hear prayers to Christ at football games; there are always a few celebrities thanking God at the Oscars and Super Bowl.  But that's about it.  And, considering the proselytizing culture of LDS, it was pretty mild at the concert--just some gratitude, some witnessing of the divine that we all can feel "no matter your beliefs," one said.  I don't even think there was a table of information anywhere. 

But I still thought about it and apparently Mama did, too.  When we discussed it later (after a brief but convoluted discussion with the very sleepy kids), Mama quoted Pema Chodron on how we're all looking for enlightenment and that we should recognize that in each other; if we are bothered by other people's searches, it's probably because we're not there yet either (or something to that effect; it was late for me, too!)  As UUs, we covenant to support and promote the inherent worth and dignity of all people. And I really want to live that, even when it's somewhat challenging.  Because I do have a knee-jerk reaction about religious conservatives, perhaps particularly Mormons because of their recent political successes and increased visibility.  So, it's a practice for me, particularly to focus on the individual, not making assumptions on some stereotype of the group they belong to (like my GS friend, who is in many ways, besides religion, my doppelganger--they were at the concert, too! )--just as I want myself and family to be treated as people, not stereotypes of lesbians or Asians or Texans or whatever label fits preconceived notions. Also to be treated with respect and kindness and compassion, regardless.   It works for me and my co-leader, for whom we are each the other's teachable moment, I think.

And, I suppose, even if I am opposed politically, personally, it is best--to borrow a biblical phrase--to turn the other cheek.  I would not want to turn around and do what I don't like in return.

Though sometimes, if I do feel a bit attacked personally or in general, besides remembering the UU principle, I comfort myself that conservative LDS are losing the culture wars, much the same way Mitt Romney lost the election (even if we do seem to be backsliding, having a serious backlash to liberal politics in some realms.)

And so I sat back and enjoyed the music, especially as we all sang "Silent Night" together at the end.  Because it is that shared humanity, which we affirmed together, that matters most to me.  And we all have our own paths to it.

(Though, Mama and I agreed, if the Piano Guys used their platform and campaigned against us, per se (like Cracker Barrel used to), we probably wouldn't be buying anymore tickets or CDs.)

Watch This!

This is what we went to see tonight, an early Christmas present--the Piano Guys, yes, with one who plays a cello.  Watch a few videos and I'll tell you all about it later.  If you only watch one, do the third one.  We all had a great time and were inspired to practice and play our instruments.

Good Night!

Brothers

Day 3 and doing better.

Going by the nicknames of Mojo and Tabby sometimes now.

By the way, both cats might have a *slight* catnip addiction.

They're Here!

Our new cats arrived safely on Saturday, after a long ride through rain from NYC, then a pokey visit to the vet--with shots!--and finally coming to our basement, their new home while they adjust.

Patron

Mojito

And they're trying, after the first day of pretty much hiding.  The black cat,  Mojito, is definitely braver and more curious.  He now wanders around and comes for pets, purring the whole time.  The tabby, Patron, is much more reticient and even skittish, hiding in a less than 4" crawl space under the bookcases.  (Note:  We didn't name them--a 30s something single man did!  Hence all the alcohol.)  But even he now will come out to stare at me from a distance when I visit.  And they've both eaten and used the litterbox (appropriately, even!), so we know they're moving around when we're not down there.  They love those yellow catnip bananas and have actually dragged them around the basement--we'd put the two soaked ones on the stairs to dry but the cats hauled them back to their bookcases to lick some more!

Still it's a big adjustment.  The kids are being great with staying quiet and moving slowly, understanding that we can't just hang out down there all the time.  Sis especially is very interested in the new cats. I think it will be quite awhile yet before we even consider introducing them to our other cats, who are quite angry that they can't get into their basement.    We're keeping their original owner in the loop because he is so clearly distraught by having to give the cats up (due to family issues and allergies.)  I think if he could have found a way (short of a second Manhattan apartment!), he would've kept them.

So, off to a slow but increasingly positive start.

But it's still better than a shelter.

Countdowns

Not to Christmas, though our Lego Advent continues (our home one has slowed to a crawl.)

Because we're getting ready for the cats, who come TOMORROW!!!!

Yep, the big boys will be here midday.  The house is, mostly, ready.  There will always be things we find to do.  And we're as ready as we'll ever be.

Last night, their owner came by to meet us, see where the cats will live, and answer any questions we had.  He obviously loves his cats and has thought a lot about all of this.  The kids had questions about nicknames and favorite toys. Patron is called "Fatty" and Mojito is "Black Cat."  They like feathers and foily balls and catnip, just like our cats.

And they'll be here tomorrow . . . .

Aren't I Cat Enough?

Why do you need more cats??

Advent Activity: On the First Day of Christmas

And so December starts, with all the early celebrations of Christmas.  The kids were very excited about their Advent calendars yesterday, each receiving a Lego calendar.  And they gave me something too:  a mini-figure of action heroes/mutants Wolverine and Cyclops to add to the Christmas village as we count down to my birthday! So I'm guessing the theme is superheroes??  Not sure.  I'll have to wait and see, just like them.

We don't have the Advent socks up yet, but the activity was making paper chains.  Sis made the first, long garland, which we hung between our living and dining rooms and then Bud added a shorter one, hung in counterpoint to the first.  Festive.  When the tree goes up, it will stand in front of the window in the dining room, framed by the chains.



The tree.  We haven't put the tree up, so busy with prepping the basement and house for the new cats who arrive this coming Saturday.  We've decided to pare down the decorations, opting to use paper origami creations and our cookie cutter collection to decorate, both of which are more cat-friendly than tempting non-edible ornaments.  This way, our new cats whom we don't know yet and our old cats who will probably be in a heightened state of agita won't hurt or be hurt by the tree decorations.  We hope to put it up in the next day or so.

Because, for us, Christmas will be early.  See, Goo is a doctor now, his first year as a resident, and he is not off on Christmas, he recently learned.  We had considered splitting Christmas with him and my in-laws into two smaller celebrations, but the kids roundly objected.  And so we got a dispensation from Santa to have him come early for Christmas, the weekend before.

Which means, we now are going to Texas a couple of days early to spend some extra time with our family there.

So, if I had already thought the holiday season between Thanksgiving and Christmas was short--only 3 school weeks and preparatory weekends--it just got much shorter!  (And the kids are asking if they can open the extra doors on their calendars early!!!)

But to quote Olaf, "All good things, all good things."

Black Friday Bread

I saw this recipe on FB sometime over the weekend, from the King Arthur Flour people.  With lefteover mashed and sweet potatoes and stuffing AND no plans to go out much less shop over the weekend, I knew I could make this bread.    However, the instructions say not to use a dressing cooked inside a bird or even moistened with meat stock, so my chicken-broth-based cornbread stuffing was out.  So I made a sweet-mashed combo.  With all purpose instead of bread flour, cutting the milk as they suggested.  And I put it in my bread machine instead of making it by hand.

All of which is to say, it didn't come out quite as it should, due to my adaptations, but it shows real promise.  The flavor was good and there was definitely enough moisture, but it was kinda heavy and didn't cook all the way through on the regular cycle (I forgot to run the whole wheat cycle, which would've been better.) Next time, I'll probably run it on the dough cycle and then bake it off on my own, maybe even in my cast iron skillet, making a flatter loaf.  But there is a slight sweetness and a great color.  And it toasts up nicely.

I wonder if using maple syrup for the sweetener would've gone well with the sweet potatoes?  Who knows, I have more leftovers.  I just might try again.


Black Friday Bread

1 cup (4 ounces) King Arthur White Whole Wheat Flour
2 1/2 cups (10 1/2 ounces) King Arthur Unbleached Bread Flour
2 tablespoons soft butter
1 to 1 1/4 teaspoons salt, to taste
1 tablespoon sugar
2 1/2 teaspoons instant yeast
2/3 cup lukewarm milk
1 cup prepared stuffing*
1 cup mashed potatoes, white or sweet

*For safety’s sake, use stuffing that neither baked in the turkey, nor used meat broth as its moistener.

Can you substitute unbleached all-purpose flour for the bread flour, and/or the whole wheat flour? Sure; reduce the amount of milk to 1/2 cup, adding additional milk or water if the dough seems dry and stiff. Your loaf may not rise as high.

As mentioned above, feel free to substitute the mashed ingredients of your choice for the stuffing and potatoes. Mashed root vegetables (turnip, sweet potatoes, squash, parsnips) are good; as is applesauce.

Oh, and one more thing: taste the bread dough once it’s mixed, but before kneading; you may need to adjust the salt, depending on whether or not the add-ins you chose were salty.

See all instructions at KAF

Music Mystery

My piano lessons are going swimmingly.  I'm playing several fun ditties--"Cuckoo Clock," "Beautiful Brown Eyes," and "Alpine" something-or-other, from my Adult All-in-One Piano book.  And I've added several Christmas carols to the mix--"Jingle Bells," "Joy to the World," "Jolly Old St Nicholas," "O Christmas Tree," and "Deck the Halls."

But occasionally my mind wanders back to music I played 20+ years ago the first time I took piano lessons, for two or so months, after college (I think it was.)   They weren't great lessons; he was a young and unchallenging teacher, not really stressing that I learn to count or keep time.  But we rushed through all the major keys and I photocopied lots of songs I liked.  There were a few that stuck with me--"Musette" by Bach, a piece called "The Knight and the Lady," and this other piece, which sheet music I had lost (which I swore had a picture of a castle on it.)  I could sort of remember the tune, but not enough to play it, mainly because I don't play that well and I don't easily parse music into notes.

I looked in our books and online and finally realized that the book the music was in was John Thompson Modern Piano Course, which also had the aforementioned "The Knight and Lady.".  And when I showed Mama the cover on Amazon, she said she had  used that book as a child!  Which of course meant she still had it; I found it in a minute, down with the other piano books in the basement bookcase.  I flipped through it hurriedly, passing "The Knight and the Lady" but not finding the piece with the castle I remembered (there was a castle drawing, on another song.  See I'm more visual than auditory.)

I remembered that it might have been in one of the old costume dramas that I love, something based on Jane Austen . . . was it perhaps a minuet?  Did Margaret Dashwood play it?  Did Lizzie Bennet, only tolerably?  No searches yielded much help.  (But I liked this.)

So I went to the piano and began to fiddle with it.  Amazingly, I seemed to catch the cadence and soon had an idea of how it went, maybe even remembering playing it.  Mama wrote the notes down as I called them out, really simply:  e f e g g,  d e d f f, c c d d e, g f e d.  It sounded real, better than I could have made up in my head for sure, but she didn't recognize it.  And so I let it slide.

Until we came upstairs and I googled, "how to search for sheet music by notes" and came up with Musicpedia, which has a "Name that Tune" search.  I typed in my song with the notes Mama wrote down and kept trying to search.  And odd songs were coming up in the search results.  But I had all half notes.  And that isn't really what they are.  So I tried to guess when they were quarters and half and such, to make it sound like a melody--amazingly, the website let's you play what you come up with so I could tweak it.  But it took a long time to make it sound as close as I could recall.
 
And about an hour into this effort of tweaking and adjusting, it came up with this:

Mozart, Wolfgang Amadeus: piano sonata No. 11 in A K331, 1st movement
 

I was off two notes and in the wrong key, but it looked promising.  But my computer wouldn't play the melody from Musicpedia, so I found Mozart's sonata on YouTube:

That's THE SONG!!!!!

And guess what?  It is in the Thompson book!  Called "Air by Mozart," only there's not a picture of a castle.  (I guess my visual memory failed me where my auditory one didn't.)

But it is on the page opposite "The Knight and the Lady."

Talk about an earworm.

But I'm just absolutely astonished that a.) I could figure out the tune well enough to search for it (yay for my piano lessons!) and b.) that the computer could make sense of what I typed.  Isn't the internet amazing??

Advent Activities Fifth Anniversary

The kids have already started asking about our Advent Activities socks and so I need to get our list going.  In searching through old lists, I realized we started this five years ago, in 2009. How time flies! See the lists here--2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and 2013.)  It has become the family tradition I had hoped it would, with many of the same activities.  So here is this year's list . . . to be amended, of course.

1. Build gingerbread houses
2. Host cookie party (Dec. 19)
3. Make holiday wreath
4. Stay up late, a la Solstice Camp Out
5. Fondue dinner
6. Make a snowman (weather permitting)
7. Deliver gifts to vet, pediatrician, etc.
8. Family game night
9. Dinner by candlelight
10. Watch "Emmet Otter's Jugband Christmas"
11. Make cards for teachers, babysitters, etc.
12. Watch "Doctor Who" Christmas episodes
13. Choose family holiday charity (seals?  owls?  cat project?)
14. Deliver ELF bags to friends in need of holiday cheer
15. Make treats for animals (birdfeeders? local shelter?)
16. See Piano Guys in concert
17. Piano concert at senior center
18. Celebrate my birthday
19. Go to Cookie Cafe.
20. Buy stockings for the new cats.
21. Sew buttons on Christmas stockings.
22. See Hobbit:  Battle of Five Armiesi
23. Go to NYC to see Rockefeller Tree, Saks' windows, and Teuscher chocolates, etc.
24. See Into the Woods

Extras (just in case):  make fudge, have a welcome party for new cats, make paper chains/decorations, watch Geminid meteors (Dec. 13/14), make Elf doughnuts, make thank-you notes for after Christmas, make scarves for community coat closet, drive around looking at lights, caroling by phone, make reindeer food, write letter to Santa, read A Christmas Carol.

The Art of the Draw

We went to an art demo and book signing by Jan Brett this morning . . . at the IKEA, of all places (I guess it was the Scandinavian tie-in.)  Organized by RJ Julia Bookstore to benefit Read to Grow, the event was well-organized and fun.  There was a huge Hedgie character walking around, two Santa Lucia maids, books for sale--and even her painted rock-star travel bus outside that we posed in front of!  

Brett herself spoke and drew for upwards of 45 minutes, encouraging all of the children there to embrace their individual creativity, as unique as their own fingerprints.  And she gave a lesson on how to draw a bunny--basketball body, egg-shaped head, almond eyes, not a cotton tail, shading the edges, using prismacolor markers for blending; she takes an hour an inch, I think she said, and finds inspiration all over the place.  The resulting work is that bunny above.  Sis was ecstatic, especially when Brett brought out her own "bun-bun" and showed the audience.  

We waited awhile, in orderly and calm fashion, to have our copy of The Animal's Santa signed.  It went faster because we ran into our friend Miss M who works for Read to Grow.  She used to play with the kids when they were very little--puppet shows and fairy houses at the beach, baking cookies at her house; we've even been to a concert or two of her band.  We don't see her as often anymore--we changed churches and she's had a long run-in with cancer--so it was especially good to chat today.

And eventually it was our turn.  Sis very happily chatted with Brett about wanting a bunny.  Brett told her she had wanted a horse when she was young and finally got one when she grew up.  They posed for a picture and then we were off. . . . to buy foodstuffs in the IKEA marketplace

A delightful, inspiring morning.

Owling

We've heard that the snowy owls are back in the area and so, tonight, we headed out owling.  After reading how to be quiet and scan low to the ground since snowy owls fly low looking for prey, we dressed warmly and brought the binoculars Pop gave us.  But we were not layered enough for a stiff wind and temperatures below freezing on the beach.  Still, we spotted seagulls, ducks, and geese, and a very pretty sunset.  But no owls.  Probably too windy. We ended the evening with hot chocolate.

But we'll try again.  

Pink Friday

Pie for breakfast. Leftovers.  Turkey stock simmering.

Puzzles.  Qwirkle.  Legos.  Crochet.

Our traditional first carols--"Christians and Pagans" and "All I Really Want for Christmas." Piano music. Sonos holiday playlist.

Maybe a movie later.  And/or going to look for snowy owls. 

A pretty perfect Thanksgiving Friday.