Saturday, November 05, 2011

poem


It's Dark in Here by Shel Silverstein
I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion's cage
I'm afraid I got too near.
And I'm writing these lines
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.

Understanding

And miss thereof.

Patsy says I disapprove of Andy Rooney's opinion of ebooks.  I do not and I did not say anything along those lines.  I said he said he did not like ebooks.  That was his opinion.  Patsy read what I wrote and formed the opinion that I disapproved of Andy in some way because he did not like ebooks.  I read what I wrote again trying to determine how she got that idea from what I wrote.  I think she may have arrived at her opinion in much the same way I arrived at my opinion that Andy did not like reading ebooks, i. e. reading one line and skipping the rest.  I did not listen to what Andy actually had to say which was that he did not want his books given away, he wanted to sell them.  I am thinking most people who read his books, even real books they hold in their hands, get them from a library.  Andy would not have made any profit from the books at the library either.  And, again, even though I never knew Andy, I bet he really liked libraries and library books. It is my opinion that most people who liked the kind of books Andy wrote, were library book people, like me.

And, I think Andy no long cares about books, hard cover, paper back, ebooks, books he wrote, or books others wrote.  And I know he no longer cares about making a profit from anything.

And Betty wants to know of the new Philippa Gregory book is available as Ebook.  It is not on my library's ebook list.  There are 4 or 5 of his books as ebooks here though.  Interestingly, Helen's library that has many more ebooks than ours does, only has 2 of his books as ebooks.  Usually, you will not see many really new books on the library's ebook list.

Unsolicited advice...

On ebook readers and cornbread.

Andy Rooney died.  Evidently he does not like ebooks.  I know I have heard him say he did not care for computers, but I will bet that Andy Rooney never tried an ebook.  Since he was not into computers, and an ebook reader is in reality only a limited option computer with limited options, and he did like books, and he had plenty of money to buy any book he wanted to read, and with computer help he could easily have any book he desired delivered directly to his door, it is unlikely he ever gave ebooks a spin.

Of course, I do not actually know Andy Rooney, but I thought I did know myself.  I always liked books, real solid books that I could hold in my hand.  I have never actually spend much money purchasing books, but at one time I had I bet at least a thousand books in my house.  Now I am down to a few hundred.  The problem with real solid books that I can hold in my hand is that I only have two hands.  That leaves a few hundred books that I need to find a place for in my limited space home.  Then, as Betty can attest to, even if I do enjoy reading a particular book, most books have no real use for me after I have read them.  Hence, where unread books are treasures, read books are often trash that I need to find a way to dispose of humanly.  I think I could easily dispatch any animal with little remorse. Disposing of books in the trash is agonizing for me.  Ebooks to the rescue.  Little cost to obtain either in time or money, and no cost, no quilt disposal.   I never thought ebooks  would be for me, but I find the selection at my library greater than their real book selection with the added benefit of being available at anytime, like when I wake up at 4 am, going to work time, on a non work day.

Twice in my life, I have purchased a book as a present for someone so that I could read the book before delivering the present.  I purchased Cold Mountain for Patsy's birthday the year it came out because I wanted to read it.  I read it and did not like it.  Patsy read it and did not like it much either.  I thought is was about the Civil War, but the primary theme was fantasy other world beliefs.

I purchased Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein for Lane when he was only 3 or 4 years old because I saw it at a book store and wanted it.  This book I really liked.   I wrote a note to Lane in the front of the book and put it on my shelf.  It is still here with me.  Someday, I will give it to Lane.



If you own an ebook reader and the purpose in owning an ebook reader is reading ebooks, as long as you can read books with the one you have, buying a new reader is a waste of money, time and effort.

And, cornbread secrets.  First, take an acid reducer tablet of your choice.  Wait 30 minutes.  Pour a bowl of milk, add stale or fresh cornbread, heat in microwave for a couple of minutes.  Add plenty of chopped onions. Enjoy fresh hot cornbread AND milk. In my experience, if I omit the first step, I will regret not omitting the onions.  I have about enough stale cornbread left for one bowl of fresh cornbread AND milk.  George can fend for himself.  He will not eat cornbread AND milk.  Off to slave over the microwave.

More Buffalo










Buffalo












Saturday, in the park




George is supposed to take me, and himself, to the Buffalo today to see the elk.  It will be a great day for a ride and maybe a walk in the park.  Pictures to follow.


I got this blue and white crock yesterday at St. Vincent de Paul.  I can put an arrangement in it or just leave it like this.  I do not like artificial flowers on the table, so it will either be none or real flowers.  None will probably look neater over time.  Or, maybe I could do a fall leaf arrangement.

Aren't the sheep napkin rings cute?

Thursday, I made chicken and dumplings for George.  I made a pan of real cornbread for myself.  Real as not Jiffy Mix and cooked in the iron skillet.  It was really good.  Yesterday, I took the left over chicken and cornbread and made chicken and dressing casserole.  It was medium to fair but better than most of the stuff I cooked when Helen was here.

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

My Tree


It is a beautiful evening but it is supposed to get cold, around 40, tonight and not climb out of the 40's tomorrow.  The trees are turning and are really pretty.

Helen, I gave Lisa S. one of your pans of rolls.  She took them home to her family and they loved them.  She said she tried to 'friend' you on facebook, so you might check.

Tuesday, November 01, 2011

Friends


I saw Vivian Tushing at the grocery store today.  Patsy, she said to tell you she was so sorry and she had been thinking of you.  She can only see out of one eye now, but she is still driving although limited to the store, doctor and church.  She looked really good.

Betty Bass, Donna Kay and many more have asked about you.

Helen said I did not cook while she was here.  That is not true.  Saturday morning I made pancakes and Saturday night I made spaghetti.   

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Us, with ID's


Helen has left the state...



Hallelujah!!!!!!!




Everyone had a great time.  The kids loved Aunt Helen and she helped entertain them.  Robert and Hannah both told her they loved her.  Grandma tried to be funny and tell Robert he should not call her Granny because Grandma did not like that.  Robert said 'I sorry', hung his head and big tears came in his eyes.  He fixed Grandma good.  She will not be saying things like that anymore.

We saw the big buck yesterday morning down by the salt block, a little fawn in the road right in front of the house, a small buck about 6 point in the yard this morning and about 15 to 20 turkeys over by the red barn when we took Helen to the airport. 

I meant to take the kids into the airport so Robert could see a plane, but Helen and Papa had other ideas.  Helen said 'you can just drop my tail off.'  Robert really like that. He kept saying drop her tail off, just drop her tail off.

I have written a poem for Benjamin about his Granny.

Granny saw turkeys, 
Granny saw dear,
Hannah saw Granny's
Underweer!!!