Pamela Rentz

09:31 am: Is There Something On My Face?


A few years ago I used to get skin treatments at this day spa across town.

They sold some special line of make-up which I managed to avoid for awhile. I thought make-up was cool when I was young but I don't really have the kind of face that's improved by intense applications of spackle.

I needed some new foundation and I never know how to pick a color so I asked for some help. I specifically didn't want a powder-based product and I really meant it which is why I left with a powder-based product. But you see, this wasn't your ordinary powder-based product. This could be used together with a yummy smelling water-mist spray that you gently applied after you powdered your face and this would "set" your foundation.

Even now it's hard to believe I went for it. I make fun of other people who buy stupid things because some retail genius convinced them they needed it. Yet there I was, paying an absurd amount of money for scented water in a spray.

The thing is, I became addicted to it. I love that refreshing spray. I quit going to the spa for many reasons but mostly because I got tired of organizing an entire day around driving across town so I could sit in a chair and "relax" for two hours. I found a company with a similar product and I quit buying stuff from them. A couple weeks ago I used the last of my magical mist.

Last time I was in Target I went through the beauty supplies because I figured every company must now sell lightly scented water in a spray bottle for your face. That's free money. Why wouldn't you? Couldn't find any.

So there's a marketing idea for someone who has the initiative to make products.

Meanwhile, the point of this post that I've been leading up to is that I want my job to be naming skin products. There was an entire wall of products and they all have names like: "anti-aging replumpifier with toning beads," "rejuvenating line eraser with relaxing agents. And aloe" and "super oxidizing radon scrub with cinnamon enhanced century diminishing injectors."

I don't know what half that stuff means but it sounded really good. I wanted to try them all.

12:57 pm: Pumpkin Crop 2009


I screwed up and didn't get a good photo of my entire crop. I already gave a couple away. I also had a surprise and hearty volunteer crop of acorn squash. We've eaten at least three and given away about eight. And we still have that many left. They are yummy.

I still have some pumpkin in the freezer from last year. I took a bit out last weekend thinking I'd whip up some soup for myself for lunch. But then I never got to it and had to do something with the pumpkin.

Meanwhile, I made a pot roast in the slow cooker on Sunday. As I've written before, I'm not much of a pot roast person, but I make it because it's easy, especially when I'm going to be gone all day. And Bob likes it.



These tomatoes look like planets or something. My amateur photo skills don't do them justice.

Last night as soon as I got home from work I threw together some stuff that I thought might turn the pumpkin into a soup quick and easy. I also got out some salad stuff and the loaf of bread I made over the weekend.

Bob came in the door from work and looked that the gorgeous pot of orangeness and said, "Oh. So we're having beef sandwiches tomorrow then?"

"You can have a beef sandwich," I told him.

So I make the soup, and cut a hunk of bread and make two nice slices for his sandwich and left some wedges that I could butter with my soup. Then I turn around and he's taken my wedges and sliced them further and is making these ginormous plates piled with every speck of leftover pot roast, vegetables and gravy.

I looked at the plate and I said, "I would never eat that much in a million years."

This story isn't very good now that I'm typing it but the point is that he wanted beef sandwiches. We were having beef sandwiches. Even I was going to have a beef sandwich with my lovely bowl of wonderful soup.

Later when we got in bed I told him: "That beef sandwich made me mad."



I finally had some time this morning to organize the last of the tomatoes. I'd brought them in and they were piled around in bowls and trays. I sorted through everything I had and composted all the ones that had gone ooky. Then I took the ones that needed to be dealt with right away and I'm slow roasting them now with some onion and garlic and spices. The kitchen smells fantastic. This will be turned into a sauce which I will eat a little of and give the rest away since tomato sauce doesn't agree with beef sandwich man.

05:31 pm: Problems Around The House In Various Stages Of Being Dealt With


Tree Next Door: Oct 09 09

Problem: Violent leak from ceiling vent in remodeled bathroom.

Stage of Being Dealt With: Had been identified as problem area earlier but no leakage had ever occurred. Then we got 1.5 inches of rain in 36 hours and water streamed from vent. Have raised level of urgency in getting fixed.



Tree Next Door: Oct 17 09

Problem: Low pressure in kitchen sink faucet.

Stage of Being Dealt With: Fixed



Tree Next Door: Oct 22 09

Problem: Funny smell in kitchen sink.

Stage of Being Dealt With: Obvious things have been done but results only short term. Probably some sort of plumbing/drainage nightmare lurking in our future. Will ignore until something worse happens then raise urgency level.



Tree Next Door: Oct 30 09

Problem: No warm air coming from heating vent in living room.

Stage of Being Dealt with: Just noticed and fiddled with vent. Needs to be removed from wall for further investigation. Have put tool kit in living room to help inspire me.

07:00 pm: Fun with Paperwork


That's my filing pile being measured by my Star Wars ruler in front of my XFiles poster. I'm not sure if the photo makes the filing look scary enough. That's a full day and a half's worth.

I'm not blog posting or novel writing in an national daily participatory fashion this month, in case anyone is wondering. I'm still doing my writing contest with my classmates and I might write more about that some other time.

One of my two steps forward three steps back things involves my retirement plan from the old firm. I wasn't going to write about it because it seemed bad form to whine about my retirement plan when people don't have jobs. But then it's sort-of a joke to call the money I've been squirreling away the past 20 years which is now worth only slightly more than if I'd lit it on fire a "retirement plan."

I left my money in the firm's plan when I left, intending to move it eventually but it was fine where it was. But the company that held the funds decided to discontinue small business retirement plans. I received a giant blob of papers and instructions that I needed to make a decision right away. So I made the phone calls, did the homework, filled out 37 pages of forms, got my husband's notarized signature, my firm's guaranteed signature and mailed it off all in plenty of time.

I phoned the fund company this week to follow up (10 days later): "We've no record of your paperwork."

Now I'm on a deadline so I had to drop everything and start all over and then overnight the paperwork which is what I should have done in the first place. As of today it seems hopeful that this might be resolved. But too early for cartwheels.

Meanwhile, I had a bit of news from last weekend that I never shared. My husband and I are in possession of plane tickets to Amsterdam in March. [LameAss Airlines] was having a killer deal and we'd sorta been talking about it so we made some calls and then bought the tickets right away because it had to be done last weekend.

After I got my confirmation I realized there was a typo in my name. It's not major but I didn't want something like that to fubar our plans so I contacted the airline right away and explained the problem and asked if there was something I should do.

This is the [slightly edited] response I got:

Dear Mr. Rentz,

Thank you for contacting us through [out website]. We are sorry for the delay in responding to your message.

Once the tickets are issued, the name on the reservation cannot be changed.

Again, thank you for writing. We appreciate your selection of [our lameass airline] and will always welcome the opportunity to be of service.

First of all, computerbot OR foreign help desk: Pamela is a woman's name. Try a little harder.

Second, I'm sorry. Did I miss something? Does that response qualify as "be[ing] of service" by any definition of that phrase?

Further research with no help by LameAss Airlines indicates that it probably won't be an issue but if it is, it will be a ginormous pain-in-the-ass issue. I'm going to be at the airport in a couple of weeks and I'm going to see if I have any luck at the counter. I just don't want to be prepared to board an international flight and have someone tell me that my ID doesn't match the name on my ticket and to go home and better luck next time.

08:55 am: Ten Years Ago Today I Started Working With Co-Worker


Last week when we went to Idaho, co-worker and I sat next to each other on the aisle. We didn't talk to each other except once before the flight took off when I told him about a story idea I had and asked if it would be more interesting if it was set on a spaceship. I had interrupted him from reading that dazzling piece of literature known as the in-flight magazine. He gave me an annoyed look and said he didn't care where I set my story.

Meanwhile, this man sat down behind me who did not stop talking from the minute he sat down. It was amazing. He talked about work. He talked about weather. He talked about looking for a job and needing some classes but he didn't really like to study. He talked about going to the gym and working out but said he didn't really like to exercise. He also didn't like to get up early. He said he was married and I felt sorry for his wife.

After the plane landed but before we deboarded, I pulled my backpack from the overhead bin and accidentally bumped co-worker with it.

He said, "Watch out or I'm going to sue you."

I said, "Go ahead. I'm not afraid of you."

All the people around us went silent, including talking man. I guess they didn't realize we know each other and talk to each other like that all the time.

01:56 pm: My New Glasses


I tried to find some stylish way to display my glasses together but all I accomplished was getting my fingerprints all over them so we're going for the side-by-side view.

I finally got my eyeballs checked. I think it was in August. I spend so much time looking for my glasses that I decided to buy some extra pairs so I can have one in my backpack and one by my bed and one by my desk, etc.

A long time ago I read this post about buying cheap eyewear online.

It's been a long time since I bought glasses but I do remember them being absurdly expensive. Especially if you wear the graduated lenses or whatever they're called. I can't find the folder right now and don't really want to look up the proper terms. I bought bifocals from the eye doctor place and even with insurance and the doctor office discount I still handed over a wad of money.

If you read the article linked about about eyewear mark-up, it's a little disturbing.

I tried the bargain method using eyebuydirect.com and I just bought plain old reading glasses with the scratch-free coating and those two pairs, shipping and all, were $68 together. They are a tad "plasticky" and possibly not the most stylish but $68 for two pairs. I'm happy.

The sun is shining so I'm going to run out and do some work. Then I've got cooking projects.

I have got another insanely busy week ahead up-to-and-including every day next weekend. I'm not going to have time to pull my socks up until next week.

08:42 pm: Stand in the Place Where You Live


This morning I watched this woman take every single piece of salmon out of the display at Trader Joe's. She was a customer. She had to lean down and reach back with her entire arm to get them all out. And she studied them side-by-side. Then she shoved some back into the display and left others sitting in the refrigerator case below with her empty cup of tea. She didn't buy one.

I really wanted to make some churlish passive-aggressive remark except that she looked like one of those women who has had so much therapy she's self-actualized to the point of psychosis. She probably went home and wrote in her journal about how empowering it was for her to examine every piece of salmon and not settle for a piece that didn't have special meaning for her.

Today was a classic two steps forward three steps back. Which seems to be the theme of everything lately.

I've been wanting to get another shelving unit for the shop. The shop is an extra outer room at our house that isn't garage but is unfinished. It's where the lawn mower, bicycles, camping equipment, garden stuff and oodles of junk live.

I found a shelving unit at Freddie's and I'm pretty sure that's where I got the last one so after much indecision I decided to buy it. Then I took all these "before" pictures of the shop because wasn't it going to make a fantastic post, showing how I transformed our shop from a wretched hive of scum and villainy to an amazingly organized rainbow-filled magicland?

Except I couldn't get the *&^%$#$@#$%^&* thing together. Assembles in 30 minutes my fat ass. Plus there were parts missing. I'm not a person who returns things. I know I just returned something to Ann Taylor and I almost talked myself out of that one, too. Except I spent a lot of money on those pants and it seemed unlikely that I could lose a half pants size while going into the holidays. Ever since it turned cold last week all I can think about is Tater Tots and melted cheese.

But I didn't want those shelves in my house. I disassembled the three pieces I'd managed to get to hold together and threw all 57 pieces of shelving back in the box. Taped the box shut and I am returning that thing. I should have returned it today except my method of dealing with my frustration was to have a Pumpkin Ale and a handful of Halloween candy. Then I took a nap.

It wasn't a wonderful day. Plus while at the same Freddies, I bought a "warm" save-the-planet light bulb to replace the space ship light bulb that's out in the garage. I got my step ladder out and put the new one in and trembled a little as I flicked the switch. It stuttered a moment and went dead. That was the new light bulb. Normally I would have thrown it away and not bothered but since I'm returning those shelves, I want a new light bulb. Fancy Hwy 14 Fred Meyer: you have really let me down.

09:51 am: Dull Post of the Day


I have a list here of things to write about but nothing sounds very interesting.

On Tuesday I stepped off the bus and there was some mighty cold air blowing through my slacks. I guess snow level is down to 2000 feet or something. The TV kept showing pictures of snow up at Government Camp. Yesterday I dug out the giant coat and put on my heavy wool socks, wool pants and wool sweater and tromped off to work all cozy and pleased with myself. When my elevator arrived a woman got off wearing a linen sleeveless dress with pockets, a 3/4 sleeve sweater and high heels.

I almost have the Ann Taylor business off my list. I still don't love her but we're speaking again. I had this gift card I needed to finish up and I was striking out at the stores downtown so I decided to buy a pair of pants online. $12 for turtle-speed shipping (2 weeks) for a package that said it weighed zero. I know there are companies whose entire business plans rely on making money off of "shipping and handling" but I haven't found to be true for stores like this. So I was already tweaked and then the pants arrived in a size that I have at least a half dozen of in my closet and I put these on: too small. I took them to the downtown store where someone actually helped me find something but I still have a credit because it's also cheaper to buy stuff in an actual store.

I'm thinking of trying one of those crazy casseroles with melted cheese and bacon and Tater Tots. Mostly because it would be easy and Bob would like it. I'm into large one-pot meals at the moment.

Does anyone really make voting decisions based on automated phonecalls? "This recorded voice tells me that Delphina McToaster is a registered nurse in favor of Proposition 762. I guess I am, too." Does anyone even listen to them?

I forgot to tell this story about our visit with the elder last week. You know how you kinda treat elders like children sometimes? Bari and I had never used the recording equipment before so we were figuring it out as we went along. It all went well except at the end we couldn't get the camera off the tripod. Bud asked to look at it so I handed it over to humor him and about 4 seconds later he popped the camera off and handed it to me. I should have given it to him first.

08:56 pm:

Lila! have you heard of Brain Harvest the Almanac of Bad Ass Speculative Fiction?



I know. I love it, too. Sure, I'll get you your own t-shirt.

02:49 pm:

Sturgeon Hatchery

I remember when I was in my twenties and the first thing I wanted to see when I got home was that blinking red light on the answering machine. Someone called me! So often I was disappointed.

Now when I come home and I see that red light blinking I say, "[Expletive!] Now what?" How things change.

I saw bright sun when I work up this morning so we went for a walk. I made a giant pot of soup and then put in a couple of hours in the backyard. The garden is mostly put to bed. There are two pumpkins, a few beets and I left the Roma tomato in because it's still going like crazy.

I raked and dug and cleaned stuff up.

Now I'm tired but I'm running out the door for a little bit of BizaarroCon. Home late.

08:03 pm: If You See the Sleep Fairy, Send Her/Him My Way


Early morning view of the Kootenai River from my hotel room.

I survived my super busy week. The business trip went fantastic.

I got home in time for a late dinner on Tuesday night and my dear cousin was in town for the Tribal Archives, Libraries and Museums Conference so I got to visit with her.

After work on Wednesday my cousin and I drove across town to meet with a 96-year old Karuk elder who grew up speaking Karuk. He didn't learn to speak English until he started school. We interviewed him for a tribal program. He was a complete charmer. He had tons of great stories about his life like how he grew up and different jobs he's had and several times he'd start a story and seem to gloss over the most interesting part. One of the interview questions was whether he'd ever had to translate between English and Karuk.

"Oh, just once," he said. "It was a homicide investigation."

I'm hoping to set something up so I can meet with him on a regular basis and get his stories and more of his knowledge of the language. We'll see how it all works out.



Just turned 96. He showed us a photo of the gate he put up this summer at his property in Etna, CA

Thursday I left work a little bit early. The commute home was a breeze and I had one errand which went quickly and I was at home by 4:30pm. "I'm one good nights sleep away from world domination!" I thought as I lounged on the couch catching up on my shows between loads of laundry.

Of course I woke up at 3am. At 4:30am I turned on the light and read for awhile. By 6am I was sleepy again and I went back to sleep until 8:30am. Better than a sharp stick in the eye but I felt fuzzy headed all day.

Today I've been cooking and catching up on stuff around the house. That was one thing about this week. For about 5 days straight I barely ate anything that didn't come from a restaurant. My favorite food is stuff I make myself. It was nice to eat in my own kitchen for a change.

I am now one good nights sleep away from world domination.

02:47 pm: Someone Should Invent a Day with More Hours


I'm doing a writing contest with my Clarion West classmates. It started October 1 and goes to the end of the year. I won't explain all the rules or bore you with my goals. The main idea behind the contest is to get everyone working harder. And I am.

The real point of my story is to talk about how all this writing productivity is ruining my TV watching. I now have 1 hour or less a day to watch TV. And the DVR is filling up faster than that.

I gave up on Flash Forward. I didn't love it but normally would have given it a few more episodes but I thought I better quit before I got invested. I wanted to watch Three Rivers but only because it was staring that hot vampire guy from Moonlight. I gave it 15 minutes before I deleted and I didn't hate it but didn't understand how it wasn't like all the other hospital shows out there.

Does anyone even have to invent shows anymore? It seems like almost every show involves solving cases or hospitals or someone/something with powers. Or reality shows which barely have to be invented. Is there a giant automator and you plug in a few characteristics and a show is kicked out the other side?

Which reminds me: why isn't Sons of Anarchy the most popular show on TV? It's an awesome show with motorcycles and violence and this season Henry Rollins is a special guest star and a total evil badass. Plus there was scene with Jax getting out of the shower. I think I lost consciousness for a minute when I saw it.

I don't know what to do about Stargate Universe because it looks like the kind of scifi geek show that I would love. But I'm not invested yet, I could walk away right now because I haven't had time to watch even one.

I'm not making a list of all my shows because most of them are embarrassing. I think there are seven plus Mad Men which I watch with Bob. Poor me and my problems.

I have a crazy busy week coming up including a couple days out of town for work. I will barely be online if at all for the next couple of days.

04:07 pm:

I was going to write a really good post today. One with not too much complaining but a bunch of super funny observations. Like I was going to try to make a story out of this dream I had which had many bizarre elements but the strangest was Obama was over for dinner. Then I woke up with a toothache. So now I think of it as the Obama toothache.

But I've been up to my elbows and eyeballs in projects all day so this is going to have to do. I'm going to leave with a much loved quote from the Simpsons a few weeks ago, that I've written on a little card and set by my computer.

A Simpson never gives up until he's tried at least one easy thing.

08:30 am:

This is my bus stop on the new transit mall. I'm not sure about the three tiny chairs. The display screen doesn't include the Vancouver buses and has been stuck on October 5 since October 5. I was wondering how that clear roof thing was going to hold up and it is already dirty with leaves on it. But maybe these monsooning rains will clear it off.

Stinky Cheese

The big fancy Fred Meyer on Hwy 14 has a pretty decent cheese selection. There's a little basket in the case with small chunks of cheese so you can try different things without spending a lot of money.

Since I knew I was going to be bringing my lunch this week, I bought a couple of samples thinking I could eat that with a hunk of bread. You know how in adventure stories they're always eating bread and cheese?

Yesterday I cut a piece of both samples and brought them in. One was Manchenga which was fantastic and the other I will not name but will say that it smelled like dirty socks that had spent a hundred years soaking in rancid yak fat. I tried to be game and I cut it in half and stuck it on my bread and took a bite.

Yikes. At first I thought I was fine and was going to go ahead and swallow it. Then I ran from the room and scraped it off my tongue with a paper towel. Determined to teach the cheese a lesson, I chucked it violently into the trash. Then the trash in the lunch room stunk like a yak's locker room. (We don’t really have a lunch room, it's a closet-like space with a copier, mini-fridge, cupboards and a sink.)

So much for adventure. It reminded me of when me and my sister were really little and went to Germany to meet our grandmother. She had some limburger cheese and I guess we complained about it so she put it in the bathroom. Or maybe she stored it in there all the time. I don't know. One of us had to use the bathroom and we cried because of the smell.

08:25 pm:

This is a neighbor cat that ran over to say hi and then got suspicious when I broke out the camera.

My sweetheart did a lovely post of shots around the neighborhood.

Today had some great parts and some aggravating parts. I woke up at 3am and couldn't get back to sleep, we had a plumbing problem which was eventually resolved and then the Internet died. So I spend most of the morning tired and trying to problem solve.

At Noon we zoomed out of the house to the Wordstock Festival one of our favorite annual events. We cruised the floor and saw several people we know. We had tickets to the special Sherman Alexie event. Have you read this great poem Unkissed by him? If you're thinking, oh - I'm not a poetry person, you should read it anyway. It's a poem for everyone. He was awesome as usual and we now each have a signed copy of his new book.

We also saw Shawn Levy talk about his Paul Newman book. We've seen him speak once before and he's always super-interesting with lots of filmgeek details.

You'd think an event like Wordstock: tables and tables of books and a room filled with book geeks would make me more excited about writing. But actually, the volume of stuff overwhelmed me. I want to support the business and buy small press stuff and magazines but I don't have time to read the stuff I already have. Who can read all this stuff? Besides the moms and really loyal colleagues of the writers?

On the way home I was thinking that maybe I'd just recycle 75% of the stuff in my current magazine pile to catch me up to the current month. That was how I resolved my discomfort.

So getting back to Wordstock, it felt like there are already so many books out there. I don't think that's the right attitude I'm just telling you how I felt at the time.

Then we tried to take care of an errand on the way home and were thwarted so now I've got to try to keep my eyes open and finish my daily word count.

07:45 am: Two Depressing Moments From TV Last Night


I never even went there but I miss it already.


1. Hearing classic Blue Öyster Cult remade as dancebeat twaddle and sung by a breathy teenie-bopper and used to pimp a car that I wouldn't drive if it was offered to me for free.

2. Three small children playing doctor. The "doctor" tells the other small children that what they need is more fiber. The solution? Froot Loops. I don't even know which part is more depressing. Kids discussing fiber or the advertising brain trust that decided that the real selling point for a candy-flavored cereal is fiber.

09:13 am: Smells. Soccer. Bulbs.


Timbers!

This is going to be another rambling thematically unlinked post.

This morning I got on the freeway behind a giant truck that I think was running on coal and camel fat. It was a curious smell coming from those bursts of murky exhaust.

Yesterday afternoon I went to the Timbers playoff game which was completely awesome. It was sunny, big crowd, cold beer. Exciting game. It ended in a 3-3 draw but the Timbers were eliminated because they lost the previous game 2-1. Bummer. But a great way to end the soccer season.

I've just started a major writing project that involves soccer so I've been thinking about soccer all weekend. World Cup starts June 11. Woo! Check out the official mascot Zakumi. He looks like the lovechild of a leopard and the Jolly Green Giant. I might have to replace my Shane in the lily pads desktop background for one of these Zakumi wallpapers because they are hilarious.

We found my camera battery charger yesterday. And when I say we, I mean Bob who miraculously found it downstairs in his man cave.

I noticed yesterday that the bulb company didn't send me a catalog this year. Normally I'd be ordering my spring bulbs now. This reminds me of an experience I had with a completely unrelated company and goes under the heading: WTF with the marketing?

A couple years ago Mom gave me her bulb catalog to order. Now I was in their system. I started getting blizzards of catalogs. They didn't just have X Bulb Catalog. They had about 20 bulb and flower catalogs. And maybe birdhouses. Or knitted things. I can't remember. I called them up and told them to knock it off. The following year I ordered from them via the Internet. Now they had my email. EVERY WEEK I would get an email pimping some evening birdsong kiwi crocuses or Danish sunset tiger lilies.

You know what I don't even think about much less purchase every week?

Flower bulbs.

So I told them to knock it off.

So now I get nothing? That's the choice: bombarded or nothing? That's what happened with the other company, too. They sold my name to every Tom, Dick and Harry in the world and when I told them to knock it off they stopped sending me their catalog. The one with stuff that I actually wanted to buy. So I called and asked what that was all about and they said I could open a new account with a different name.

They are doing it wrong.

11:45 am: Saturday Wrap-up


This represents 25% of my lemon cucumber crop this year. I don't understand what went wrong. I had tons of vines going everywhere with lots of blossoms.

I have a ton of notes jotted down here that don't go together. I'm just going to type for a bit and see how it all comes out.

Yesterday was the first crockpot meal of the season. My crockpot is desperately underused. I'm always looking at crockpot websites and cookbooks and they always seem to have ridiculous recipes like apple cider. Why would I dig my crockpot out from its spot in the back of the cupboard so I can heat up apple cider?

Yesterday I had a bean soup recipe and I realized I was going to be out for most of the afternoon and there wouldn't be enough time for it to cook when I got home. So I tossed everything in Mr. Crockpot and fired him up and when I got home, dinner was done.

Today is my first cocoa of the season.

Later in the day I need to find my seasonal clothes box and get all the fuzzy wool stuff out and put away all the shorts and tanktops. I finally accept that summer is over.



Co-worker's Dad sent him a box of goodies from WY -- very securely packed with Dora the Explorer diapers and duct tape. You have to admire his ingenuity.

Bob and I have been fans of At The Movies forever. I remember watching it together in our very first apartment. At that time it was still Siskel & Ebert. We've stuck with it through all the changes up until last year when there was some sort of dispute with Ebert. The show was taken over by dark overlord entertainment channel people and was hosted by two discoheads with shiny teeth that talked like game show hosts. It was so awful Bob and I didn't even last to the first commercial break. I realize it's unfair of me to give such a terrible rating to a show that I watched for less than 10 minutes but I'm confident in my assessment.

One of the things we liked about the show is that the reviewers were intelligent with a huge knowledge of film. They weren't there to pimp product they wanted to talk about movies. And they reviewed mainstream stuff and independent stuff. And when they found some undiscovered gem they would do as much as they could to get the word out.

This year the show dumped the phonies and returned with film nerds A.O. Scott and Michael Phillips who were often seen on the previous version. We're so happy. Every time they make an obscure reference I get all shivery.



Peaches and chokecherry jelly from WY. I told co-worker he should tell his Dad I was putting this online and he could read my blog. Co-worker's response: That would require teaching him to use a computer.

Last week I got an email that made me so angry I had to sit on my hands to keep from jetting off a nasty reply. Unfortunately it wouldn't be cool to elaborate but I will say that is wasn't a home email.

I'm almost always good about not responding to email that makes me mad or annoyed. There have been a few incidences when I failed to do that and even as I was whomping on the keyboard setting that person straight, I knew it was a bad idea but sent it anyway. I can think of one occasion where that turned into a disaster.

I don't know what it was about this one that unhinged me. As the day went on I'd find myself trying to construct a perfect reply. One that would professionally but not passive-aggressively inform this business entity what a bunch of worthless patronizing morons they were. Dummies.

On that note, I'm going to wrap up. I have a few other items on my list but maybe I'll write more tomorrow.

08:17 pm: Sharpening My Knives is Not A Euphemism


I accomplished a lot of things this weekend but not as many as I wanted. I made another batch of tomato sauce today and froze in serving-appropriate packages. I also did a small batch of applesauce but just for eating. I didn't want to deal with canning today. Now I'm cranky and I have two more things I want to do before bed.

I still can't find my camera battery charger. I keep thinking when I clean off a shelf or tidy up a drawer, it's going to appear but so far no luck. I'm going to have to figure it out soon because ye olde camera battery is wearing down. I'm guessing the best way to find it would be to buy a new one.

Portland Cutlery went out of business at the beginning of the year. I got my knives sharpened there. I was sorry to see it go. I bought a bunch of stuff when they were clearing out. I still wish I had bought those steak knives.

Now I don't know where to get my knives sharpened. There's a chain store at the mall but I'm afraid they just have a machine in the back and the kid sticks the knife in and waits for a buzzer to go off and then comes back out and charges you $8. I haven't investigated. This is a story I've invented as an excuse not to go to the mall.

I should learn to sharpen knives myself. Because you know, I really need one more thing for the weekend list.

06:41 pm:

Something going on at the Art Museum the other night.

The weatherman said that this was the last weekend that it would be anything remotely like "hot" in these parts. I sat at the computer for about two hours this morning and then said: "Screw this."

I put on shorts and a tank top and hung out outside. I did a bunch of weeding. Swept the garage. Defrosted the outside freezer. Picked another 8 lbs. of tomatoes and did a few minor putting-the-garden to bed chores. I usually wait longer but it was sunny and I wanted to work outside. Most of the pumpkins have been brought in. The cucumbers did squat so I picked the one that was out there and pulled up most of the vines.

Now I've got the coconut barley pilaf on the stove and I've modified the recipe to use a bunch of stuff from the freezer that I want to use up.

I did clean out most of the email.

Perhaps tomorrow will be the epic writing catch up day.