Yes, this is a week early. We're leaving tomorrow for Ireland, and I don't know how much access we'll have to Ye Olde Wifi. So if it's a little quiet for the next few weeks, I'm fine...wandering around old castle ruins, exploring the oceanside and listening to 'trad' music at a pub. Everyday stuff like that. Nothing much. (!!!!) The Mama is holding the fort at home, taking care of the dogs and chickens (what's left of them), and looking forward to running this house on her schedule, instead of ours. I don't mind, honestly -- she's been a champ, staying away from home for more than two weeks (a month, by the time we get back) and adapting to the way we do things. Sometimes it drives her crazy -- she likes to be at events at least 30-60 min. early, for example, and we tend to get there right before it starts -- but she's generally been patient with us. So here's your latest Monday stuff -- but on a bright, shiny Tuesday. I'll check in pretty soon and let you know how the Emerald Isle is. Erin go bragh! Another video of the Loch Ness monster...or is it?
The snowiest place on earth. Would you believe it's in Japan? Don't miss this video for the incredibly cool Japanese snow monkeys. (They hang out in the hot springs. Smart primates.)
How to eat vegetarian on the cheap...from the Five Cent Nickel. I'm a diehard carnivore, but we eat like this semi-regularly, as well. And it does save money.
Can you tell your mom no?Get Rich Slowly explores this innocent little question. I winced a bit -- our trip to the airport tomorrow evaporated, and I was forced to call and ask Daughter #2 for help. Fortunately, she can give it...but I know she'll have to go out of her way to do it. GUILT GUILT GUILT.
I can say no to The Mama, but it is incredibly difficult. She's a master at pushing the GUILT button, too. Fortunately, what she asks of us is usually not money-related.
There's a new batch of mummy sightings. (And not just because The Mama is currently in residence...)
Take a look at the Mexican mummies of Guanajuato -- these were bodies that were originally buried at the local cemetary, but dug up and stored after their relatives either would not or could not pay the cemetary tax. Now the town's gathered enough for them to open a museum...and the mummies, more than a hundred of them, are on display.
I know what you're thinking. Weird, right? Wait...there's more. A couple dozen monks' bodies are on display throughout Japan -- monks who literally mummified themselves! These men ate only nuts and seeds for years, to thin and refine their bodies, then drank poisonous tea. That way their bodies were cleaned out of -ahem- extra solids, and any maggots in residence were killed. (Turns out that at least one of the local springs had a high level of arsenic in it, which should have helped along the process, as well.)
Then they crawled into a stone tomb only big enough to be seated in the lotus position, equipped with an airtube and a bell. Every day they rang the bell...when it stopped ringing, the tomb was sealed up.
Years later, their tombs were opened and the bodies examined. For those who'd still rotted, the tombs were sealed back up and forgotten. Think the last knight in the Indiana Jones epic:
The intact bodies were dressed, put on display and venerated as incarnations of Buddha...where they remain today. No, I am not making this up.
The Japanese don't have the monopoly on this sort of thing...witness the catacombs of the Capuchin Monastery in Palermo, Italy, where nearly 8,000 bodies are on display, sorted tidily by occupation (religious/non-religious), age and type (virgin/non-virgin, I guess). The oldest corpse is that of a friar who died in 1599.
The area is unusually dry, which is thought to have helped keep the bodies 'fresh.' (Makes me wonder what Colorado does to bodies, since it's so arid here!) That, and the embalming procedure: "formalin to kill bacteria, alcohol to dry the body, glycerin to keep
her from overdrying, salicylic acid to kill fungi, and the most
important ingredient, zinc salts to give the body rigidity."
Instead of burying the bodies, monks would let them 'drip dry' until body fluids were gone, store for a while, then a year later, rinse the body with vinegar and re-dress them in their finest garments. The mummy would then be put in their proper place, standing up.
If your yen for mummies is not yet satisfied, there are always the mummies of Vac, Hungary. These bodies were accidentally discovered in 1994 by workers, stacked up in 265 brightly-painted and ornamented coffins. Apparently the secret crypt had been bricked over hundreds of years ago, and eventually forgotten. Now you can view them, down to their hand-knitted stockings and tightly-clutched rosaries.
Don't give up. There are always the catacombs of Paris to be explored...as well as any number of German 'bone houses,' where bodies were only laid at rest in a cemetary until well-rotted. Then the bones were taken apart, and selected items (like skulls) decoratively displayed in large arrangements. Land is at a premium in many areas of Europe, and this was a way to use and re-use the same property. (Shoot, maybe we'll stop by and shake the hand of one of the mummies of Michan.)
Now that I'm back from Cheyenne, there are only a few days until we leave for Ireland. Somehow I must clear away the remaining appraisal items, make lists for the Mama (who is going to hold the fort, and take care of everyone while we're gone). Plus, I do a lecture Tuesday night for the Piecekeepers guild in Parker, CO. ("Quilts with Secrets:" you're welcome to visit!) Also pack for Georgia. I'll be teaching a three day Crazy quilt class, plus opening up a Crazy exhibit at the Southeastern Quilt & Textile Museum, the week of Sept. 10-14 (Leaving for it the day after we get back.) There are still spots in the class -- and I plan to lavish everything I've got, including many free samples, on the students. Come on by! And of course, get ready for the Irish trip, as well. It's going to be zany, but worth it in the long run. We have had a rough week, what with losing at least two of our babies -- who are now nearly adults, and getting ready to lay.
This week's posts are a little sparse -- I haven't had much time for trolling. But I think you'll find them interesting. We have no guarantees how much we'll find wifi in Ireland. So posts may also be a bit sparse for the next few weeks. I promise I'll make up for it, though, when we get back.
Killing the thousand-dollar grocery bill.Good stuff from Mr. Money Mustache...don't miss the comments, either. Some great ideas and recipes here.
I love MMM. He is bossy, opinionated, and eminently practical. He's also a wizard contractor who can make renovation dollars stretch until they scream for mercy. Take a look at his "relatively sweet shower" for evidence.
And looking forward to this -- have a great week, yourself.
I've been appraising for the past few days in Cheyenne, Wyoming, at the Cheyenne Heritage Quilters annual show. If you're in the neighborhood, we're at the First United Methodist Church on 18th St. in Cheyenne...come down and take a look! Beautiful quilts, a nice mix of vendors...lots to see.
This appraising business can get interesting. I often get to see some outstanding pieces, both antique and modern-made. Sometimes I see some that are less than stellar, though treasured by their owners. In other words... What's valuable to you may not actually be worth anything. A basic look at the "value vs. worth" argument...something I often run into, as an appraiser. (From My Journey to Millions)
It's difficult to say to someone, "Your quilt's not worth anything." Especially if that quilt was made by someone they love, who is now gone. Better to acknowledge that sometimes a piece is near-priceless, for the same reason it's 'not worth anything.' I have quilt blocks made by my grandma, who was a wonderful woman, but could care less what fabrics went with what, as long as the resulting quilt was warm. Grandma sewed by grabbing two patches out of a paper grocery sack, and sewing them together. And the quilts she made looked just like they were sewed that way.
I was one of the youngest cousins, when she died in the mid-70s, a junior in high school who worked for $1.50/hr at Rogers Hardware. Someone decided that it would be more fair to all the cousins if everything was sold, rather than given away -- which meant that the older cousins, who had more money than I did, could afford things.
I could not. Which means that today, I treasure anything Grandma worked on. A few pieces have trickled my way over the years, mostly through The Mama. They are more dear to me than many of the much elaborate quilts in my collection.
Yes, a lovely full-figured blue moon -- also known as a Full Red, Sturgeon Moon, Green Corn and Grain Moon. (The Sturgeon name? That fish is thought to be easier to catch this time of year. Indian tribes named the moons according to the growing and gathering seasons.)
Voila - a Full Red moon
It's one more full moon than we normally get in the season. (Thus the name.) And if you've been outside these summer nights, it's generally huge.
What's your strangest money habit? Reach Financial Independence asked this, and it got me to thinking -- what do I do, money-wise, that most probably drives my friends and family members crazy?
*Argue over coupons. Daughter #1 was mortified at a King Soopers once, because I didn't get 50 cents credited on my bill, like I was supposed to. (It took at least five minutes for the clerk to understand and fix it. Stupid clerk.)
*One word: returns. If meat, veggies or milk go bad quickly (say, 2 days after I've bought them), I'll take them back to the grocery store and get a replacement.
*Two more words: complaining letters. I'm famous -- really -- with friends and family, for getting money and replacements back on defective merchandise and shoddy service. ("You had to wait an hour for your food? You need to have Cindy write you a letter.") I used to be a food critic for the Traildust restaurant chain (sadly not here in Denver anymore), and it drives me craazy to be treated badly with the money I spend. A letter helps. (More on this in the future.)
*Secretly stash away a few hot sauce packets at Taco Bell. Or a sauerkraut one at Sam's. I love sauerkraut. *Rarely keep dollar bills. They spend too easily -- five and ten-dollar bills are harder to break. (The one exception: a wad of 20 singles for making change at teaching gigs.) *Ask the clerk at the credit union, 'Got anything weird?' Half-dollars, silver dollars...every once in a while, they have something unusual. *Stash little money caches all over the house. It must be the equivalent of worrying about whether I'll go hungry...fat chance, considering this chubby self. But I figure that if the banks close, we'll still have some folding money to get by.
Oh boy. Do I have a life right now? Between family celebrations (we have 3 family and several friend/relative birthdays in the month), finishing up business stuff and trying to get ready for Ireland, I feel like a chicken. A chicken going fifty ways at once. To make things even more interesting, I appraise for the Cheyenne Heritage Quilt Guild's annual show from Thursday - Saturday at the United Methodist Church in Cheyenne, WY. Their quilt show is outstanding....come and visit! Meanwhile:
Deal Chicken. A new Groupon-style site that lets you get good stuff for much less! (Click on this link, and you're helping me a little, too.)
Taking advantage of 'fallen fruit' -- and sharing with neighbors. We've been lucky to have good next-door neighbors who trot over with everything from zucchini to cornbread. (We respond with cupcakes, rolls and a dozen eggs now and then.) Our other neighbors are friendly, but more distant. What if we were all more neighborly now and then? It might just change the world. (From Get Rich Slowly)
Paper-thin chive pancakes, one of 101 Cookbooks' offerings. Wouldn't these be good with a sliver of ham and some Swiss cheese?
http://www.slate.com/blogs/crime/2013/04/25/dumb_criminal_of_the_week_the_alleged_disability_insurance_scammers_whose.html A teacher who's been missing since 1985 is found -- behind a false wall in her home. Husband died back in December, and the contractor who's cleaning out the trash-littered place found Jo Ann Nichol's skeleton. (I hope she came to 'visit' Husband often.)
Witness something you've always wondered about, but never knew who to ask:
the Real Names of 44 fictional characters, from the Cookie Monster (whose name is Sid) to Mr. Clean (Veritably - really) and the Pillsbury Doughboy. (Real name, Poppin' Fresh - and he's got a wife and kids, too.)
More than 1800 knitters have covered Pittsburgh's Warhol Bridge in yarn. Panels and panels of knitting are strung along the bottom of the bridge. A "yarn bomb," they're calling it.
Full story here. (Photo's from the story.) They've got plans to cover the bridge in fabric next.
As I've mentioned before, The Mama will be staying with us all this month, plus a part of September, to help out. (She's also minding shop while we go to Ireland. Considering her record at spoiling pets rotten, Charley and Abby can hardly wait. The chickens are less interested.)
She definitely runs on a different schedule than the Brick and I normally do. Up much earlier. (She lives in Michigan, after all -- 2 hours later.) Meals much earlier, as well, and your standard meat/potatoes variety. She serves fruit in fancy salads -- I tend to plop it on the table, in a bowl. And although she'll eat food made with more out-of-the-box ingredients (nasi goreng, and Indonesian food, for example), she doesn't cook that way herself.
The other issue is stamina. She is having increasingly more trouble walking. Dealing with our thinner air (6,250 altitude) is no joke, either.
Fortunately, she's wise enough to plan for her limitations. If we go to the park or museum, she walks for a while, then sits down on a bench and waits. Or she'll stop periodically for a rest. I need to be careful not to push her too much, so she enjoys this visit, instead of thinking back on it with dread.
The Mama has watched me doing weekly stint of articles: Midlife Finance and Penny Thots, primarily, as well as here. "Why don't you try some writing, too?" I asked. After all, she writes great letters. So, while the dogs napped and she had her morning coffee, she wrote this:
"In the Spring, when starting our garden, we thought of planting one zucchini plant. That would take care of us -- and maybe some for the neighbors. Wow! What a surprise! We had zukes coming out of our ears. Enough for us and all our neighbors, plus the whole street and just maybe the whole town -- at least that's what we felt like. "So if you're thinking of putting in several plants -- think again. Just how many zukes are you willing to throw to the birds -- or if you're lucky -- to the chickens. "Everyone will like you. After the zucchini stops, that is."
Thanks, Ma. Looking at the massive zucchini plants out in the garden, who have just started bearing dozens of cute little vegetables... You're probably right.
Don't let those sweet, innocent flower faces fool you -- this plant's a killer.
Sun's out, the Mama is busily sweeping, and the week's towels and sheets are churning away in soapsuds. (Like the Days of the Week dishtowels, I grew up being taught that Monday was also Washday!) The dogs are just plain happy to have everyone home, and follow us all around. Charley, the Golden Lab/Chesapeake mix, has had a heck of a time with allergies, snuffling and scratching himself raw. We finally had to take him to the vet's for a steroid shot and antibiotics. Thankfully, his fur is starting to grow back in, and he seems much less miserable. I'm still working on catching up...but the pile of 'done' projects is growing. Meanwhile:
A U.S. family decides that they're going to go live on an island. (They don't like government interference, they say.) They buy a boat and sail it out from San Diego (no prior experience, of course), only to be disabled after a series of storms. They drift for weeks, gradually running low on food. Eventually, they're rescued and flown back to the U.S. Now they're planning on rethinking this whole experiment -- and trying something else.
Oh, and guess who paid for their plane tickets home? The U.S. government, of course. Not to mention us, the taxpayers. An Illinois golfer is playing through...and a sinkhole opens up underneath him! (Guess the course got a hole in one.)
Somebody swiped the keys to the Tower of London. Fortunately, the authorities noticed right away, and locks were changed. (Or did something 'disappear,' and they don't want us to know about it yet?) Suspicious minds are welcome to chime in here. Or Sherlock.
Visual Catnip -- several minutes of "small, very fast birds" for you and your favorite cat:
Charley isn't the only one in the Brick house struggling with allergies. We all have fussed with swollen eyes and scratchy throats the past few days. (What in the world has suddenly bloomed, to cause us so much trouble?) Better that, than what Johnny Rivers has...
Exhaustion. Being pulled in several different directions. I drove 18 hours Tuesday, starting at 3 a.m. (You have to leave early, to get through Chicago -- rush hour traffic there would drive anyone crazy.) We stopped three times to sleep for 30 or so minute, and pushed on, even through a crazy rain/hailstorm that took up the sky with one big black square, shooting out lightning. We raced around its edge, catching only a few brief showers...but it was close. Really close. Being home is wonderful. Having The Mama here is nice, too, if only she'd stop doing the Mom thing. ('Pick up your cup, why don't you put that away, did you know you had a big stain on your shirt?' This said, by the way, after we'd been out in public for quite some time, and I could do nothing about it. 'There's a hole in your pants, I really think you should do this/that/whatever a different way, there's a car pulling out! [muffled shriek].' etc. etc.) She means well, and she's already helped a lot, putting away things and washing dishes. She'll be a big help in the long run...I just need to grow up and handle the variety of comments. (I tend to revert back to the sulky kid who doesn't like to be bossed around. Pathetic.) Today is Daughter #2's 27th birthday. She and The Mama are sewing up a Forties nurse's uniform for a costume party this weekend -- but with a Steampunk/Goth twist. (Think gray and black with a bright red cross.) The Mama is one of the best seamstresses I know, so Jess is getting her class from a master. Now, if I could only figure out how to get completely caught up on appraising stuff, PAAQT stuff...and somehow put together a nice birthday supper (with presents). Really, really fast. Only a few bits this week -- but they're interesting ones. I'll be back talking again shortly.
$53 million in jewels was stolen by an armed robber...at the Hotel Carlton, which was used for the backdrop for Cary Grant's inspirational To Catch A Thief. Talk about film copying reality, or vice versa.
Five things that signal you're watching a Steven Spielberg movie. And they're right on the money, too! I'd add a few more: something happens that is not quiiite normal, and kids (or people with a childlike attitude) are the ones who discover the truly wonderful things.
This subject has been of great interest to me ever since the PBS special, African American Lives, hosted by Henry Louis Gates, Jr. that traced famous people's roots. He has another series, Faces of America, that looks just as interesting. (Gates is famous for another less positive incident that led to a beer summit with President Obama...go here for that report.)
"I have always believed that what brings us together is stronger than what pulls us apart. I am confident that has happened here tonight..."
President Obama, after the meeting with Gates
After a night of driving, and a few hours sleep at a rest stop, I made it to Shipshewana, Indiana, a charming little town known for its Amish and Mennonite communities.
Shipshe has an amazing flea market two days a week -- plus an antique market regularly, as well. And both just happened to occur during the PAAQT appraisers conference this week. Darn...
The only bad part is that it's been raining. A lot. We've had to duck between the raindrops crossing the street, and going on tours.
So far, we've gone on a trip to Lansing, MI, to see Michigan State's great textile collection, had classes on the Quilter's Hall of Fame, regional differences (and similarities) in Indiana quilts, and a long and varied report on Ely & Walker, whose calicoes have influenced American quilting for more than a century.
The food's been homestyle and outstanding; mashed potatoes, crispy chicken, fresh green beans. And a piece of chocolate peanut butter pie. Oh, the torture...
Oh, and I also got a ripping turn-of-the-century Crazy quilt top that incorporates some pieced blocks, sampler-style. (Thanks, Rebecca Haarer.)
We're having a great time at Shipshewana. Wish you were here, too.