A week or so ago Amazon announced that for the first time electronic books had outsold physical books. I have mixed feelings about this. On one hand it’s very alluring to imagine being able to take several books on vacation without actually lugging several books (Kindle says “carry up to 3500 books” – swoon). On the other to pay almost the same amount of money as real book but receive nothing tangible in return seems almost offensive.

When computers first began their move to mainstream you couldn’t get far without someone saying that computers would ultimately end the use of paper. I don’t know about yours but all my computer has done is increase the amount of paper I waste. The e-reader might be the first computer to actually accomplish what was promised in the beginning. Fewer printed pages equals less deforestation. If you care about such things at all that alone is a terrific selling point.

Then again, give up paper? There’s really nothing finer than the old-paper smell of a used book store, or the way it feels as you turn the page, or the faintly musty breeze it creates when you fan the pages through your fingers. I complained about the weight of books when I travel, but when I’m reading there’s something comforting about that weight in my lap. Books are comforting also when you see them shelved, row upon row. They are touchstones to points in your life. I know exactly when I read “The Outsiders”, how old I was when I read “A Winter’s Tale”, and I can tell you which books went on which trips. I don’t believe I could do that with an e-reader.

For me it’s a bit like opening a bottle of wine. Screw caps and faux corks are fine but they just aren’t as fun and they lack the nod to tradition that a waiter’s key provides. Ultimately I’ll probably keep a foot in each camp. When I do bite the bullet and buy an e-reader (oh yeah, it’ll happen someday) most of my reading would likely be done from it. But there will always be the favorites that are best enjoyed as the real thing and the books on that list I’d lug with me anywhere.

Had I taken the time to blog yesterday I would have said that the weekend was a pleasant mix of busy Saturday and do-nothing Sunday. I still stand by that but given the fact that D and I are both beginning to sound like Barry White sans the sex appeal its possible Sunday’s do nothing was the beginning of our slide into blech. The worst part about being sick at the same time is that neither one of us has much sympathy for the other … the old ‘I’m sicker than you’ game – heh. We’ve no idea where it came from but if you couple it with Emma suddenly having a bacterial infection on her tummy (poor spotty belly is all blisters) and one has to wonder if it’s cold / flu or something else entirely. I will say this, it’s a fast mover and hopefully it will move on as quickly as it arrives. Till then its vitamin C, copious amounts of hot tea, and resting whenever possible.

In other news: Emma had her 5 month check up over the weekend and her last round of puppy shots. Other than her exuberance over food hitting the bowl the ‘puppy’ part of her is nearly gone and she’s more of a ‘little dog’. It doesn’t look like she’ll make 50 lbs after all; probably more like 30-40. Her legs are so long though I think its still possible she’ll be taller than Duncan and her rat-whip tail is already deadly. We go back to the vet in two weeks for new film on her hip. Seriously, I don’t know what we’d do if all four legs worked properly. She’s a wild thing now; she’d be uncontrollable with four on the floor.

In other, other news: I made the flank steak part of this recipe last night and you would not believe how darned good it was! If you never cooked flank steak I’ll offer a word to the wise. That bit about tenting and resting and cutting across the grain and on an angle…very important if you want to be able to chew it. I plan on trying the whole thing as written someday but D is anti-bean so it probably won’t be anytime soon. Instead I caramelized some onions (adding a little of the marinade to them at the end of cooking) and served it wrapped in tortillas. Delish!

And finally, other, other, other news: There weren’t enough students for class this go-around. Meaning: no torch for six agonizing weeks! I may be forced to clean out the garage so I can torch at home. The. Horror.

My day has improved

My craptacular week has greatly improved. Thanks honey!

I’ve reached an interesting age.  Most everyone I encounter in a business setting calls me ma’am.  I never get carded for smokes (D’s) or liquor (mine).  Woman my age or older can guess my age to the year.  Woman younger than I am say “I didn’t know you were that old!”  The tone associated with ‘that’ suggests that they either think I look good for my age or they cant believe I’m so darned old. 

The interesting bit is that the older I get the younger everyone else looks.  The kid at the gas station where I picked up D’s cigarettes … 10.  The girl that waited on us for dinner the other night … 12, maybe.  My new doctor … 14 (and wears braces).  I’m beginning to think the generation behind mine is all pre-teen!

Duncan

This time last year I had just returned from the bead convention in Miami.  I was finishing the “Bruise” quilt.  I had just made my first successful fish.  D and  I became doggy parents again.  Yes that right, Duncan has been with us a year.  A little over actually – his anniversary date was the 19th.    Hard to believe isnt it.  Poor guy, all he got to celebrate was a little sister. Heh.

Golly but its been one of those weeks.  Sunday we made up for a lazy Saturday by cleaning house, shampooing carpets and doing mounds of laundry.  Monday night I grocery shopped, Tuesday was glass, Wednesday I mowed, tonight I trimmed.  All of which left little time to blog in the evenings.  “What no blogging at work?” you ask.  No, not lately as my responsibilities increase my ‘stand-by’ time decreases.  Where I once could blog while I waited on the backup to complete I now have other things to catch up on.  Silly work, interrupting my blogging.

Tomorrow our first storm of the season arrives; we expect mostly rain and maybe a little gusty wind.  The longer I live here the more I understand how people before all this technology knew storms were coming.  There’s the obvious; the wind picking up and bustling around for more just an afternoon.  And there’s the not so expected; the evening light takes on a harsh quality and everything seems rimmed in chrome.  Its pretty and peculiar all at once. 

Tomorrow and the weekend are likely to be nothing but rain, perhaps a good time to start another quilt.  What’s on your ‘doing’ list for this weekend?

Emma

Emma is changing everyday. A little bigger, a little bolder, a little more independent … and still stinkin’ cute. With every change it seems I come up with a new nickname. Emma Jude, Emma, Em. Shorty, Shortcake, Short Round. Polka-dot.
Polka-dot Puppy Toes

Had I mentioned she had polka-dot puppy toes? Her belly is polka dotted too…squee!

Sleepa Emma

She’s even changed her ear style from handkerchief to flying nun.

Flying Nun

The only nickname I’ve heard D call her by is Punkin Head. Duncan on the other hand seems to have many choice names for her – heh.

Mine!

Whelp, I’ve done nothing but while away the day.  I must be doing it right.  My original thought for the weekend was a big clean.  I’ve been putting it off or doing a half-assed job of it for some time so its well past time it was done.  D spoiled all of that by noting that it had been quite a few Saturday’s since we’d both been home with no where to be and then suggesting that we walk around down town and visit a few antique stores.  Which turned into gallery hopping, a  little lunch at a sidewalk cafe and a quick visit to the hardware store and home by 2 to release the hounds.  D had a nap and I caught up on my Scrabble turns. 

I should probably feel guilty but instead I think I’ll just get back at it.  What are you up to this weekend?

I should probably feel guilty, but instead I think I’ll just get back at it.

…no one that reads my blog.  That’s right, the quilt raffle went to a long ago friend that has dwindled to acquaintance.  Well, dwindled to a FB friend that has left one thing on my wall in the last year - a joking message to sell the quilt back to me.   I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about it, but the good news is that the quilt raised a little over $300 bucks and that is ultimately all that counts.

The fish raffle was going well (about 265 last check) but has run into a hang up with PayPal.  I cannot accept money through them for a raffle so if you are still interested in tickets you’ll have to email me for my address or donate directly to the NFT (make sure you put David Kendrick under patient name).  Otherwise I’m very happy with its progress.  Its nice to be able to help so much more than I could have on my own and that’s all thanks you guys!  Fish winners on Friday.

We are wrapping up the money raising activities for my step-brother’s kidney transplant. If you knit be sure visit Laurie’s Art Fire shop; she has generously put everything on sale and marked the proceeds for my step-bro. As a final attempt to help on my part I’m raffling toothsome fish. Tickets are $1 each. Leave a comment telling me which fish you’d like a ticket for and I’ll send you my mailing address. THANK YOU (and thanks to Laurie) for your generosity.

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