Happy Deal of the Day

Every year around my birthday I get a coupon for 25% off any total purchase at my local Goodwill retailer. Call it "drug;" call it "therapy," but shopping makes me feel good. It relaxes me, which, if you know me, doesn't happen easily or often.

Here was the deal of the day, or of the decade, I should say. I got these Dr. Martens, with my discount, for $11.25. They are brand new, never been worn, pristine red leather 12-inch high in my very own size. Today they are listed on www.Zappos.com on sale 10% off for $111.56, down from their regular price of $123.95. But hey - Zappos does give free shipping.

Learning to Share

The dogs are learning to share, which is more than I can say for the kids.

Lunar Eclipse 2-20-08

This is the only good shot I got, mainly because I am lazy and it was damn cold outside. You can't just put the camera on 'auto' and expect it to know what it's doing with such a contrasting shot as this. I finally stuck it on manual and greatly reduced the time of the exposure so that the moon wasn't overexposed and blurred from the actual movement of it and us. It's amazing when you can see how the earth has moved over only 20 seconds. I think this was somewhere between 2 and 5 seconds.

Buddy's eyes.

A view of our front sidewalk last week during a brief thaw.

Peacock feathers, still attached to the bird and filtered multiple times and ways.

I harvested these Meyer lemons from a tree in my living room yesterday while it was minus two degrees outside. If WE can grow them, YOU can grow them. They are "store-size" and delicious. I must add they are sitting in a bowl that I knitted and then felted. I love the winter sometimes. This is a good winter. I will not get scurvy this winter.

Hail

On the way to the school bus stop this frigid morning (minus 5 degrees), I noticed yesterday's pea-sized hail preserved under occasional patches of ice on the sidewalks. Had to come back outside with my camera.

Domes, part II

Another Afternoon at the Domes

Cardinal Rules

She looks like she rules to me. Look at those beady eyes and worn beak. She looks as if she means business. She was right outside our bedroom window, conveniently perched in the bare serviceberry branches. I think I gotta put a feeder right outside that window. I could really go to town on bird photos there.

Note the various colors on what is often assumed to be the duller sex. She's got more variety than her mate, who was nearby, as usual.

Weighty Green Resolve

On Monday night hubby and I drove out to Alverno College to hear Michael Pollan speak on his latest book In Defense of Food. His catchphrase, to sum up the content, is "Eat food - not too much - mostly plants." I really like his writing (Second Nature, A Place of My Own, The Botany of Desire and The Omnivore's Dilemma) and was thrilled to get to hear him in person. While there we ran into one of hubby's old middle school students who has since grown up and this past summer got married. I enjoyed chatting with her very much, but was rather surprised to see her stand up after the talk, don a biking helmet and swing a packed messenger bag over her shoulder. She and her husband had biked to this event!
I should maybe explain. I wasn't surprised that any eco-conscious friends of ours on extremely limited newlywed student budgets would occasionally resort to using bicycles as transportation - I'm all for that, but it was damn COLD out that night! Like 14 degrees with a nasty wind, the evil enemy of bikers worldwide! I was freezing just walking from the parking lot to the auditorium, for Pete's sake. Well, you go girlfriend. I am so proud of you for doing your part for the planet and your own health. Just stay safe out there in the cold and dark. Glad to see the helmets.
I have often thought about leaving the van at home and just walking and/or biking where I need to go. This would certainly slow me down a bit, help our budget in more ways than one AND help whittle down my burgeoning waistline, which is now at a non-pregnancy record girth. I blame part of it on progesterone, which I am taking because of my endometriosis history, though I'm sure I've helped all by myself. But I am just too damn lazy to seriously give up my wheels. There is always a reason I might need them: a child gets sick or misses the bus, emergencies, inclement weather (read above for no excuses) and the inability to help out neighbors who might need a ride somewhere, as has happened twice in the past week. (What a noble excuse, huh?)
Today, instead of driving hubby 2.5 miles to his school, I agreed to relinquish the van and spend the day at home. I had an editing deadline to meet this morning and no carpool responsibilities on Wednesdays, and maybe this would be a good time to finally watch disks one and two of the second season of Six Feet Under that I have checked out of the library about 27 times and never watched, and without which I cannot move on to further episodes. So hubby left with the van. It was about an hour or so into the school day when I discovered the youngest child had left his tennis shoes behind. I called and asked if he was truly without shoes, and yes, he was wearning his snow boots around the school. I finished my editing and dug out my special ear protection specifically made for wearing under bicycle helmets, and my best wind-resistant x-country ski gloves. I got out the bike and attached the tennis shoes to the back rack and took off. Not bad. It was about 31 degrees when I left and there was a small breeze. I was fine - no cold spots, but rather a little too toasty by the time I got home. What was funny were the comments of people I met at school . . . "Wow, you've got guts to walk in here looking like that." "You didn't ride your bike, did you?" (To which I replied, "No, whenever there's ice on the sidewalks I like to protect my head in case I slip." Whaddya think?) I stopped at the bubbler (aka 'water fountain') before leaving and a child stopped and said, "Nice helmet."
"Thanks," I replied. "It protects my head."
So, I made it home, which was a little bit more work with a slight incline in the roads and more wind in my face than at my back, but no big deal. I am so proud of myself. Of course I didn't have to be anywhere and look nice. I didn't dare take off the helmet at school because it would have truly been scary. Since you can't see me (or smell me) right now, I don't have to worry about my personal presentation and all is good.
Now I read this back and realize how ridiculous I am. "Mother of four healthy children in middle class neighborhood rides bike 1.5 miles each way to kid's school on well paved and snow-cleared streets to deliver tennis shoes. It's sorta cold outside." Gee whiz. You'd think I deserve a medal or something . . . I am truly spoiled and lazy, but there's hope for even me.

Olaf

Every so often I check out our local Humane Society's website to see if any schnauzers are there. They don't show up very often, which is a good thing, knowing how impulsive I can be. Buddy showed up one day this summer and the rest is history. Anyway, I checked yesterday in a moment of weakness and sure enough, there was a 4-year old male schnoodle, a schnauzer-poodle mix. He looked adorable. Hubby immediately forbade me to bring any more animals home. He's right. I know he's right.

So, what do I do on this dreary, rainy day? You got it. I went and met Olaf. He was surrendered by his family on January 2, the reason given that they did not have the time and energy to devote to him. He needed more exercise than they were able to give him. He is used to children and other dogs. He is listed as housebroken and knowing some basic commands. He demonstrated "sit" nicely for me. His papers said he was "vocal." I have two schnauzers. I know exactly what that means. His papers said he pulls on his leash. I have two schnauzers who do the same thing. His papers said he needs some manners training. Got at least one of those as well (Buddy).

I didn't take our dogs down to meet him, which would have been going just too far, but I bet he'd make a great playmate for Buddy, who has not gotten the romping he so obviously wants out of staid Lexie. I know better than this. It would not be wise to bring home a third dog. Why do I do this to myself? I even called my Dad and asked him if he would consider adopting Olaf. No deal. Dad has a lot more impulse control than I do.

Sledding With My Son

Curry Park Golf Course

Taking Shelter in an Angel's Ear

You can't tell by this photo, but there is a ladybug tucked into this angel's ear. It didn't move when I blew on it, but there is a chance that it might wake up again come spring. They do overwinter here underneath piles of leaves and debris.

Saintcicles

Snow-Covered Christ

Peek-a-boo

I didn't know what to title this as it's pretty wretched if you think about it. The weather was so foggy the other day, perfect lighting for photographing things like cemeteries and bare winter trees, so hubby and I drove over to Wisconsin Memorial Park and then Holy Cross so I could wander around in the rain with my camera. Of course I forgot to wear my boots so I ended up trudging through snow with my Keen clogs on - they're the best so no damage to them, just cold, wet feet going through the deeper parts. I got some really nice, atmospheric trees and a few interesting landscapes with lots of crosses and stones. This one I am posting here was probably one of the creepiest, especially since it must mark the grave of someone who was too young to have to die. But here it is. I couldn't just leave it there in the snow - poor child.

Seaweed on the beach at Kalaloch, WA

Mailboxes again, view 2

Mail Boxes, Fort Worden, WA

Spruce, Fort Worden, WA