Sunday, April 13, 2014

Sunday Salon...

Sunday Salon finds me crashed on the couch.  Handy Andy has been working nights, and getting home at 5 a.m.  Well he had an exciting night and 5 a.m found him giving a very loud report to his boss on the  activities he witnessed.  And so I was up for hours before I had to.  After church I finished writing my 120 Easter cards, all that's left in the a.m. is to put some stickers on them, and delivery on Wednesday.

This past week I spent four days in the presence of painters.  I painted too.  My first day, I thought, "why did I do this, I suck", but the rest of the week was a blast.  All those classes on colour theory came bouncing back and I love oils, I always did, they are just a stay in your studio kinda medium, and I like to paint with friends.  Taking a bus with a wet oil painting is interesting, good thing it stays wet, I came home and removed some finger prints from the edges.    I can't imagine the coordinator of these events, she must just drop when she gets home.  I remember helping Barbie with her scrapbooking events, and dropping dead the day after.  Fun, but lots of work. As soon as my camera recharges I'll post some pictures of my pieces.  I unintentionally chose to paint flowers this time, all in different mediums.  A good experience. 

Finished reading Last of the Mohicans,  James Fenimore Cooper.  What can I say, not really and in depth story of the war I needed to read for my War Through the Generations challenge,  I'll be looking for something else in that time period.  The Last of the Mohicans is the story of Hawkeye and Chingashcook, and his son.  A sad story.  I had to remember my history lesson.  Of coarse, I'm Canadian so the enemy would have been the Americans, not so in this story line so, as you can see it's all in the eyes of the beholder.  Up next, Painted Girls.

I made the mistake today of watching Long Island Medium, I don't really believe in any of these things, but the one thing Teresa says over and over again, "know that your loved one is around you".  I don't always feel that, but sometimes I'll be doing something completely "nothing" and feel my mom around me, it's like a wave and then it's gone.   It's most disturbing. 

Easter is only a week away, and spring is still an elusive entity.  Apparently it was 20degrees today, I didn't feel that.  I could have used my gloves this afternoon as I waited for the bus.  My crocus have started to pop their heads through the mulch and as long as the bunnies don't see them, they should be in full bloom by mid week.  I understand they are very tasty. 

Plans for the week include some serious baking, and prep for the weekend.

Enjoy your week.
sleeping on the job


Sunday, April 6, 2014

It's Monday What are you reading? This Dark Road to Mercy

I just finished reading "This dark road to Mercy, Wiley Cash" .  I pretty much read it in one day, (S. Vincent was marking exams/essays or something and I had to be quiet, so no vacuuming or anything going).  It was good.

from amazon, book description
After their mother's unexpected death, twelve-year-old Easter and her six-year-old sister Ruby are adjusting to life in foster care when their errant father, Wade, suddenly appears. Since Wade signed away his legal rights, the only way he can get his daughters back is to steal them away in the night.
Brady Weller, the girls' court-appointed guardian, begins looking for Wade, and he quickly turns up unsettling information linking Wade to a recent armored car heist, one with a whopping $14.5 million missing. But Brady Weller isn't the only one hunting the desperate father. Robert Pruitt, a shady and mercurial man nursing a years-old vendetta, is also determined to find Wade and claim his due.

Now I'm saying it was good but,  I have a few questions, I almost need to re-read it, did I miss something.  O.k.  I got the Brady Weller background and the Wade background, but Pruit? not sure where all the anger came from.  Did I miss something? And what happened to Marcus?in the end. 

I loved Easter and Ruby, what a couple of sweethearts.  And I liked the ending, I didn't believe that Brady would do what Easter thought he did, either.  I mean really, sometimes the law is not always good for the kids, and sometimes it fails them miserably. The ending I liked was Wade doing what he did.

I didn't read this book for any particular challenge, it was just a good book, a few loose ends for me, but good.  I'd recommend with a 4 star rating.

Up next:  The Painted Girls.


Saturday, April 5, 2014

Saturday Snapshot...



This is a picture my sister Barbie took of her little dog, on HER bed.  Well as you can see, she's cute and very little, but she also knows a quality product, The Hudson Bay Blanket.

Well for me that blanket reminds me of this lady.
We had a student in our class one session that loved Hudson Bay blankets, and had her whole cottage decorated in various pieces of furniture upholstered with blankets.  It was murder.  Evelyn solicited assistance from a couple of us since this posed a way bigger challenge for the student than she could handle, and Evelyn had 18 other students to assist.  It was murder, but it did make a great article in a Needle Pulling Thread.  The editor was so impressed she sent us a bunch of items to make a foot stool out of recycled items,  Murder yet again.  We did it but... the lady with the dark hair you see in the photo, is Eva, upholster extraordinaire, and wonderful helper.  Eva would stop doing her own piece and help anyone in the class, as did many of us.  Evelyn was a big promoter of "learning together," and even if you didn't work on your own piece some days, you always learned something from helping someone.

So Miss Lulu, the dog, enjoy your luxury nap, I'm sure you're not allowed on that blanket.

P.S.  I didn't ask for permission to use my sister's picture, so I may be in court for  copyright issues.  Oh well, what are sisters for, we can't borrow each others clothes so why not pictures.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Sunday Salon...

I'd love to use some of my antique shoe forms for feet on a piece of furniture, what'd ya think? my instructor is a real "restoration" and keeping things "proper" kinda guy, I'm sure he goes home and has a nervous breakdown when I do these things, but ya gotta have some fun and none of the things I own are all that valuable or historically significant...
Sunday Salon finds me "COLD" it's promising to snow again.  REALLY!
I'm not into any book just yet, but I'm taking my e reader to Chapters today and getting one of those geeks to load me up.  I don't know what my boy did but I can't seem to do it.  It keeps giving me some silly message.  I'm not so computer unsavy and I've done it before. So what happened?  no idea.  I'm sure they'll try to sell me an all new improved version.  I have to say this is one of the purchases I have not made wisely.  It's just not my bag.  But it is read an e book month.

What's on tap today?  Chicken and potatoes.  more sorting through stuff and de-cluttering.  I'm not very good at that.  I've gotten a hemorrhoid seat ready for my next princess chair, but I do need to repair legs on this one, so we'll see.  I'm back to furniture refinishing on Tues and Thurs.  hopefully S. Vincent's bed frame will get together, the desk should come home this week too.  I'm anxious to see how he'll fit around it, he's very tall, hopefully his knees will fit under it.  If not, he'll be getting a knee shaving.


Ach I'm having such a time with my e reader,  I may need to make a trip to my son's.  The geeks at the store had on WIFI and couldn't help me.  I followed instructions and still have no idea where the books I purchased are, in cyber space someplace, I presume. 



Saturday, March 29, 2014

Saturday Snapshot....

My sister Barb is doing a 365day photo challenge, so this is her photo. So here's yesterdays post picture.
So now I'll do a family tree of who's who. (there were a lot of so es in that first part)

From left around the table:  Andrea, and Michelle (Alice's daughter, sister # 2, she had the knee replacement and can walk like the 60 million dollar lady). Next is Jennifer, Donna's daughter (Donna is the one who's life we are thankful for) Donna is next to Jennifer, me across the table.  On the right Nicole, Barb's daughter.  Next is Alice the Bionic Woman, and Barb the photographer.
Andrea (Alice's youngest daughter and Nicki, Barb's daughter)

  The Nowak gals and their daughters went out last evening, dinner and theatre. I don't have daughters so I was alone.(wish I had invited my friend C.)  We are so glad that our eldest sister Donna is alive and recuperating from her trauma.  Donna has housetosis, and wanted to go out to see Cabaret at the local theatre.  Then there was the question of dinner?  Well we could hardly agree.  I have some real issues with eating out, with my stomach, that is.  So I'm cautious, and not too adventurous, and relatively picky.  I don't do salad. It all comes from being a better cook than some of those chefs (aren't I patting myself on the back).  However, I came prepared with pharmaceuticals  Well we ended up at  Claudios, the food was good, very rich, but good. And the show was excellent. Claudios is in an older home, I think perhaps historical, but I can't seem to find much information on it, it would not pass the accessibility laws, so I'm thinking it's more than 100 yrs old. (accessibility was not an issue 100 yrs ago.)   Handy Andy picked me up, so I didn't even have to spend the night, inconveniencing my sister and brother in law, and making for a compact evening of entertainment.  Living in a different city is not always easy, as a matter of fact, it's hard. 

 Nicki with her mother Barb, (Barb is sister #4)

I should say the tickets for this show were VERY reasonable.  If it were not in a different city, I might consider a membership.  

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Writer's Workshop... What's in a name?

Moma Katt's pretty much famous writers workshop :

Tell me about your middle name:

Well my middle name is Stanislawa, the female version of Stanislaw.  Translated that means Stanley.  I've never really known for sure, but I suspect my mother named me after her youngest and only brother, Stanley Banas.  I was the fifth girl in our family.  My mother and father were married a year before WWII broke out.  It was an arranged marriage.  My mother was 19years old (an old maid, by standards of the day).  Needless to say, when the war broke out my parents were shipped off to Siberia, by that time my mom's first child had already perished, for lack of food her second much the same and third of dysentery. By this time my mom had been separated from her siblings for a number of years and I suspect she missed them quite a bit.  She'd last seen her brother when he was 12 and then not again until he was middle aged.  So consequently I was named after him, I think?

During her first year of marriage my mom was having her first child, I believe her name  was Krystyna.  My father lived with his whole family on a farm run my grandmother.  My mom told us that while she was in labour the unrest in the area had already begun.  People hid in the forest to save their lives.  Since she was in no physical state to run, they left her alone to deliver.  My father was already on maneuvers with his unit.  My mothers uncle would every once in awhile come and check on her.  When Krystyna was born, my mom was unable to breast feed, and gave her cows milk, which my mom always felt was not fresh and the child died.  I'm not sure when her second child was born, she didn't talk about it often.  The third child, Stefania was born at some point while my parents were in exile.  She managed to survive until my mother was in India (all the while these displaced persons were being moved from refugee camp to refugee camp, much like we see on the news, living in tents in foul conditions).  And even though there were hospitals, there was no medicine.  All medicines were sent to the front. My sister, Stefania is burried in a mass grave someplace in Karachi.  

So you can imagine when my parents arrived in Canada, it was heavenly,  Medical care for mother and child were available, and when my sister Donna lived past her first year my parents finally relaxed.  My mother said she woke frequently to see that she was still o.k. when she slept.  Now by the time they had me, well she decided to name me after her brother, I might add I'm not sure that they even knew of each other's survival at this time.  

My uncle Stan: a creative, guy, good looking, knew his way around the world, self taught welder.   He married a lovely lady and had two really nice girls.  I only met him on the one trip, when my mom and I went to Poland, some 40 years ago.  He died young, in his 50's of a massive heart attack.  Predeceased  by his wife.Poland was still a communist state at the time of his death, and once again, health care was grossly inadequate.

These are thoughts and memories as related to me, they may not be accurate, since we all know how well kids listen to their parents.

  Writers workshop is hosted by Mama Katts Pretty Much Famous Writers Workshop