I watched a movie in the theater this summer and it turned out to be a really fun romcom. It was the premise that drew me. A struggling songwriter musician has a bike accident, and finds that the word has forgotten that the Beatles every existed. So he recreates as many songs as he can, and becomes a big star. It's a Danny Boyle film, which helped get me out to an actual theatre, even when no one could join me on a cheap Tuesday. I have not watched all his work, and I suspect I wouldn't like Trainspotting and several others, but I adored Slumdog Millionaire, another rare theater outing, and found true stories 127 hours and Battle of the Sexes to be well done.
I would recommend this film for a general audience. It was really a sweet, well thought out film.
Saturday, August 31, 2019
Friday, August 30, 2019
HAPPINESS IS A SUMMER POOL
Princess Pirate had a long summer vacation. Her last exam was June 10th, and for the first time since she began school in Quebec, she is returning after the Labour Day weekend. The one constant, that was almost the same luxurious length of her break, was the open season of the neighbourhood outdoor pool.
For many years she took lessons. Last year was the first time she didn't take any at all. This year, I gave her the choice between lessons and swim team, because she doesn't do any other sport. She took Silver, which I didn't find valuable because it includes the butterfly arms, but it got her in the pool swimming half an hour, four times a week, and I think she finds her animal spirit in the stroke! Her lessons were at 8, and she didn't like to be late. She got herself there on her own pretty early on, and went without complaint.
It was a hot summer, and the pool was definitely heated for parts, so the water was warmer than I ever remember. This last week, however, have had cool nights, some rain, and no extrinsic heating to speak of, so the pool water has been cool. That being said, my warm blooded kid loves it as much as anything. I have to will myself to jump in, as though it was a polar swim, steeling myself for the cold. I do a couple laps to warm up, and sometimes have to interrupt a game to warm myself up again. But PP never notices. She wants to go everyday. So we go often, and have made up a word that describes my inertia most days: swangry. Hungry and angry is known as hangry. Swangry describes me at the idea of going to the pool again. Swimming and angry. However, there has never been a swim that I left unhappy about. Sure, my hair is dry and frizzy, and my skin faintly gives off a chlorine smell, but there is something joyous about floating in water in the the last days of summer with your kid that makes it an amazing day.
I don't know if I swim any better this year than I did last year, but my capacity to float gets better every year, and I had a blast swimming with my beluga daughter every time.
I had hoped that she would find playmates her age that would be her companions, especially as the pool water cools, but I have seen her try, and some kids are such snobs, even at 12 and 13. So I am grateful for another year that I can be her companion, blocking shots from a rubber ball, chasing each other under water, and swimming like only mermaids and belugas can!
For many years she took lessons. Last year was the first time she didn't take any at all. This year, I gave her the choice between lessons and swim team, because she doesn't do any other sport. She took Silver, which I didn't find valuable because it includes the butterfly arms, but it got her in the pool swimming half an hour, four times a week, and I think she finds her animal spirit in the stroke! Her lessons were at 8, and she didn't like to be late. She got herself there on her own pretty early on, and went without complaint.
It was a hot summer, and the pool was definitely heated for parts, so the water was warmer than I ever remember. This last week, however, have had cool nights, some rain, and no extrinsic heating to speak of, so the pool water has been cool. That being said, my warm blooded kid loves it as much as anything. I have to will myself to jump in, as though it was a polar swim, steeling myself for the cold. I do a couple laps to warm up, and sometimes have to interrupt a game to warm myself up again. But PP never notices. She wants to go everyday. So we go often, and have made up a word that describes my inertia most days: swangry. Hungry and angry is known as hangry. Swangry describes me at the idea of going to the pool again. Swimming and angry. However, there has never been a swim that I left unhappy about. Sure, my hair is dry and frizzy, and my skin faintly gives off a chlorine smell, but there is something joyous about floating in water in the the last days of summer with your kid that makes it an amazing day.
I don't know if I swim any better this year than I did last year, but my capacity to float gets better every year, and I had a blast swimming with my beluga daughter every time.
I had hoped that she would find playmates her age that would be her companions, especially as the pool water cools, but I have seen her try, and some kids are such snobs, even at 12 and 13. So I am grateful for another year that I can be her companion, blocking shots from a rubber ball, chasing each other under water, and swimming like only mermaids and belugas can!
PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS MUSE ON ART
Apollo sighed. "You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explair his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear through the search."
From The Titan's Curse (Book 3)
From The Titan's Curse (Book 3)
Sunday, August 25, 2019
PITA
I found myself one night this week making curry, and the rice container was empty! Curried lentils alone are not quite right, so I added a generous amount of frozen corn the first night, with good effect. The next night, I still didn't think to buy rice on the way home, so I was looking for a naan recipe and found this pita recipe instead, from Australian Women's Weekly Middle Eastern Easy Style Cookery p 78. It didn't end up with the pocket, like pita is meant to have, so Paul Hollywood would classify it as flatbread. I think the electric skillet wasn't hot enough for that purpose.
It took a while to make, with two breaks to let the dough rise, but it turned out to be perfect for curry and a picnic with chickpea salad and tzaziki yesterday too.
I made 16 instead of 12 because it was easier to divide, but I should have left more space for them to rise the second time, because I ended up having to separate some of them twice. The size was perfect; smaller than the Suraj commercial brand we buy of naan. There was little difference, although they weren't as greasy or caloric since I fried them in an electric griddle with just a little oil. Highest heat, and covering them while they cooked, was essential.
It took a while to make, with two breaks to let the dough rise, but it turned out to be perfect for curry and a picnic with chickpea salad and tzaziki yesterday too.
I made 16 instead of 12 because it was easier to divide, but I should have left more space for them to rise the second time, because I ended up having to separate some of them twice. The size was perfect; smaller than the Suraj commercial brand we buy of naan. There was little difference, although they weren't as greasy or caloric since I fried them in an electric griddle with just a little oil. Highest heat, and covering them while they cooked, was essential.
Pita recipe
1 T yeast
1 T honey (sugar was fine)
1/2 cup warm water (body temp)
Combine and cover in warm place for 10 minutes, until frothy. Discard if not frothy and use new dried yeast.
Sift 3 cups white flour and 1 1/2 cups wholemeal flour with 2 tsp salt, or 4 1/2 cups plus enough flour necessary to form a soft dough. Need for 10 minutes. Rest in oiled glass container with cover until doubles, about an hour.
Divide into same size quantities. 2 by 2 by 2 makes 16. Leave to rise another 30 minutes to double.
Preheat griddle at top temperature. Roll out into rounds, and fry in pan brushed with oil. Cover and leave for 2 minutes each side. They should puff up and brown.
Delicious while warm. Trying them frozen. Good for dipping for a couple days, but dry alone.
Saturday, August 10, 2019
SUMMER VACATION : DESTINATION REGINA
When people asked me where I am going for summer vacation, and I answer Regina, there are generally no follow up questions. For me, though, Saskatchewan has become my favourite vacation destination, and I love every minute of it.
We arrived early afternoon , and our plane was a little late. My parents, brother, sister-in-law and nephew were waiting for us, and when they paid the parking, it was only $2 and $4 dollars !
We went to DQ and had novel treats: an orange flavoured Dreamsicle and Reese’s blizzard. We sat outside in these round picnic tables made of cement and stone, that remind me of my youth, and are repeated in the garbage cans and drive ways. In the posted history of the business my new favourite adjective was listed to describe the Peanut Buster Parfait, Scrumpdillyiscious!
Wascana park is in full bloom and there are Canada Geese and enormous pelicans and even cormorants catching fish in the lake. You have to watch where you step, but it becomes second nature very quickly.
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The Victoria Street Bridge is the longest bridge over the shortest body of water.
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These pebble studded garbage cans have been there as long as I can remember. The same surface can be found at the A and W patio table and surrounding benches. |
I thought I would just use the bathroom at the Legislative Building, but we were invited in for a tour. It was the first time I remember making it past the rotunda, and I enjoyed it completely. There are many types of marble in the grand space that sits under the dome, lit not by sunlight but electricity. The stairs are Quebec marble, the balustrade around the rotunda Swedish. The floor in two tones is from Vermont, the bases of the pillars Irish, and the most stunning was a truly marbled green type from Cyprus that made up all the pillars.
We were treated to several galleries, with premiers painted by the artist of their choosing. Lorne Calvert was done by a hyperrealist. Allan Blakeney by an impressionist, well posed. Some were less well done or poorly posed.
The Qu’appele Gallery had the lieutenant governors, and included a portrait of Tommy Douglas by Lilas Torrence Newton of Beaver Hall fame, and Sylvia Fedorak, who taught my mom physics in her radiology technician school.
The court chamber was designed full of symbolism. The room had curves in the corners to replicate the shape of the queen’s crown, and the ceiling was decorated with as many rosettes as there were jewels in the crown. The detailed woodwork was done by a 17 year old master woodworker!
Even the red carpet leading up to the rotunda, when changed, as upgraded for a green colour to represent the prairies. The pillars were labelled with Roman numerals from 1910, when Georgeos Rex died and Edward Rex began his reign.
Walter Scott, the first premier, had a vision, and it was that vision that had the building erected, at a significant cost of 1.8 million dollars!
There was even the table from the Quebec summit that was recalled in the painting of the Fathers of Confederation. The library contained the local papers of all the small communities that have a printing press, and serves as a reference library even today.
On the home front, we watched lightening storm before the rain, and played a rousing game of Pandemic where we worked together to save the world, were instructed on the LEGO game my niece was inventing, ate tacos, trampolined, read Wings of Fire, "played" with Josie, ate oerogies, curry, relaxed in playhouses, drank tea with the ever plentiful Tollhouse cookies, and laughed a lot.
Humor of the day: from Jeff Gaffigan, "To call it diarrhea would be an insult to the word."
My new favorite mantra: My goal is that my next failure isn’t as bad as the last.
Science Centre, Frisbee (Disc) Golf, the Royal Saskatchewan Museum, Lucy, Santorini, Milky Way, Bats, S'mores and a Fire, Kayak and Canoe, Pelicans and Cormorants, BBQ, Rhubarb Crisp, Crafting, Climbing, Reading Certificates, Titles from Childhood.
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The New York Natural History Museum has nothing on the Royal Saskatchewan Museum! |
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These are the scenes I always think of. Fantastic paintings with taxodermy wildlife. |
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Even after fire damage, they remain as I remembered. |
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"This is the world's only known coprolite from a Tyrannosaurus rex." |
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This is a generous scoop of homemade rhubarb crisp. |
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This a perfect piece of pie. |
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I am not sure if I should be proud or disturbed that I read 347 books that year! |
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My favourite book in Grade 3. |
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I remember this series, at Regent Park Library. |
Saskatoon, Hawks, Prairies, Vallies, Waffles and Saskatoons, Forestry Farm, Calico Critters, Friends.
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Qu'appelle Valley at Chamberlain on the Louis Riel Trail (ie Highway 11) |
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Black tailed Prairie Dogs in captivity. In the wild, they only survive in Grasslands Provincial Park. |
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The Lumsden Hill and its magical Valley. |
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