This one is homegrown.
August 2009 Archives
Eraser pig will return to the office tomorrow, after a weekend visit to our house. (Eraser pig, being made from office supplies, belongs to - and in - the office.)
All it is is a pink eraser, five pushpins, and two thumbtacks. So why am I finding it so appealing? Infatuations are not rational.
Just a hint in the comments a couple days ago, and now we have an eraser pig at our house.
Tossed a handful into tonight's pesto.
This is one of those pencils with stacked leads inside the body. When one point wears down, you slide it into the other end of the pencil, using it to push the next lead into position. I found a box of ten in the dollar bin and got them as a back-to-school treat for myself. (These particular pencils have a repeating print of dinosaurs or mammoths further along the body.)
Hmm. I hadn't thought about staplers as predatory until this drawing. I realize that predators tear things apart with their sharp teeth, where staplers join things together. But something about the posture of my old gray stapler makes me think that it might turn on us one day. (In the great uprising of vintage office equipment?)
Running my hands through my hair, so it winds up like this. A full day of back to school meetings tomorrow... and Wednesday... and Thursday.
The slightest breeze near my arm: a breath, a kiss, a wish. I look up from my reading - and a small insect flies away without having landed on me. Just in the neighborhood.
Bitten.
The sleeping child keeps moving her feet: gradual shifts, stretches, new angles, new foreshortenings.
But only one of them can be found...
The weather has turned perfect for local tomatoes, and thankfully the blight has bypassed enough plants that we are getting a few delicious tomatoes each week.
Someone else bought this one, so I'm not sure what kind it is.
We waded at the edge of the Clarion river today, and while some members of the family built dams and tossed stones into the water, I painted.
This was drawn last night on the plane - but then we were up in the air and I couldn't post it.
Thinking a lot about tech stuff today, and so here is my new blue USB cable.
We have a fig tree in our Pennsylvania back yard. Figs are marginally hardy in our climate zone, so unless you are prepared to move the plant or bury it in mulch, you have to accept uneven crops. Some years our tree makes it through the winter with minimal damage, and other years cold weather kills it back almost to the ground. This year I'm not expecting much from our tree, so I was delighted to find fresh local figs at the market here in California.
We had a late-night snack of watermelon to celebrate the return of the oldest child. Now that he's home, I will spend much of tomorrow in transit, as I'm headed to the San Francisco Bay area for a workshop this weekend.
One of those words I have trouble spelling on grocery lists. (Parsely is almost always my reflex spelling, even though I know it is wrong.) As a child, I didn't see the point of parsley - why put it on the plate if it wasn't necessary to eat it? Why did it have that scratchy green taste? And now... hmm. It's not the first thing I reach for, but when I have it and remember to use it in recipes, I like what it adds to the combination of flavors. And I love how it can add a gesture to the edge of a plate.
I forget how fragrant lemons are until I sit beside one for a while.
Even after the rainstorm, I'm thirsty.
If you follow me on twitter - and you are welcome to - you may already know that someone made coffee cake at my house today. By the time I got around to sketching, this was all that was left. Summer weekend breakfast as constellation.
Starting my favorite bread tonight... The recipe takes lots of patience, but very little actual work.
Just a few things to proofread, and then it will officially be the weekend.
We have two nearly empty bottles of generic nail polish remover. This afternoon I tried to make image transfers onto cloth: newspaper photos worked fine, my own drawings - which had been copied with a laser printer - did not. Wrong kind of printer toner, I guess. Youngest member of the family painted her toenails purple, and the remover helped with cleaning up after that as well. Good thing it's summer and we can open lots of windows.
More of them. At first, I think they are all the same: same color, same size, same flavor. Just blueberries. As I look, and then paint, and then taste, I realize each is different.
This one reminded me of a sea creature.
Not quite ripe, unfortunately, as I found out when I took one with me for lunch.
And maybe dreaming.
Newly harvested, and drying on some paper.
