The new library

Our old library was more than 50 years old, built when the city (which is not actually the city we live in) was very small. It was a tiny brick building that was clearly not big enough for the community it serves. The parking lot was so small, that you often couldn’t park even within a block on busy afternoons and weekends. Today was the grand opening of the new library, which, according to people who spoke at the ceremony today, was 20 years in the making (mostly in the fund-raising). Starting at 8:30 this morning, a couple thousand people lined up along the street between the old library and the new library about half a mile away, and passed 300 books (books heading to the Friends of the Library Bookstore and Cafe… the cafe serves Peet’s coffee, yay!) hand-to-hand. Rebecca and I went, and it was fun! First there was the book pass, then refreshments in the parking lot, then a big blah blah blah session with one of our state senators, our congresswoman Barbara Lee and a bunch of other folks who helped get our new library built. Then there was a ribbon cutting and we got to go inside the beautiful new place. It was pretty crowded, but we managed to check out a few things before heading home. We’re planning a more leisurely trip in a couple of days when it won’t be so busy.

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Rebecca wore her Halloween costume for part of the morning, but changed when they passed out official Book Pass t-shirts to everyone.

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Up the street, people lined up waiting for books.

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Books coming down the line.

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Books crossing the streets in carts.

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The first and last books were wrapped with ribbon. The last book also had a tail and the title was “Curtain.”

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The front of our new library. I wish I had a photo of our old library for comparison. The old library, though, would fit into just the childrens section of the new library!

Photos of adoption

I’ve seen the Adoption Carnival linked all over the place, but never participated. Photos, though, I love photos. So here’s one of my adoption photos. Grown In My Heart » Blog Archive » Adoption Carnival III: Photos of Adoption.

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This photo was taken a couple of days into my first trip to meet my son, that’s my daughter sitting on his shoulder. It’s not actually my most favorite photo of adoption. My favorite is sort of a terrible shot, blurry, and my son isn’t looking at the camera. But he’s sitting in the living room at my brother’s house, in a crappy brown Lazy Boy that was first my grandfather’s, then my dad’s, then my son was a grown man sitting in it, in my brother’s living room, petting my brother’s dog. I can barely stand to look at the photo, it makes me cry. I have countless photos of myself and various family members sitting in that old chair. And there, there is my son, my beautiful, wonderful son, sitting in my grandfather’s chair.

I like this photo a lot, too, although I always want to reach up and yank my daughter’s pants up, heh. But it’s just sweet. My daughter felt he was her brother, her real big brother that she adores, from the moment she met him. She was shy, but he put her at ease immediately. Seeing them together like this was some kind of far-out dream come true.

I’m not a great cook.

I’m a decent cook. I can follow a recipe well enough, and fuss with it a little to better suit our tastes. And I can make a fair job of making something edible (maybe even yummy) out of odds and ends from the cupboard the night before grocery shopping day. I’m not a natural cook, though. And I really suck at a few things, chief among them is pie crust. I fail completely at pie crust. Yesterday Granny Melissa mentioned on twitter that she was making pumpkin pie and I was like omg I want pie! I remembered I’d seen Joy the Baker’s recipe for No-Roll Pie Crust and thought hey, I should try that!

Well, I did. It was pretty easy and it looked like hers. I think it was a little too thick in the “corners” (what do you call that place where the bottom meets the side of the pie plate?). And I baked it a little too long, so the crust was a little too crispy. Still, it didn’t piss me off making it, which is a vast improvement over the last time I tried to roll out pie crust. And the flavor was good. I’ll definitely give it another try. I suspect it will never be as good as Granny’s pie crust, she’s the Crust Goddess (hahahaha!), but I think it’s good enough and way better than the aggravation of rolling. Me and rolling pie crust = no good.

Did I take a photo? Why no, I did not! Imagine every other pumpkin pie you’ve ever seen and there you have it. Also, I’m pretty sure if I say pumpkin pie enough times, all y’all will have made/coerced someone to make/bought/stole one for yourself within a day or two. PUMPKIN PIE OMG THE YUM PUMPKIN PIE!

Also, today suuuuuuuucked. First, Ed’s bike took a vacation from working, he’s still not home from work so I’m praying his bike doesn’t fall apart from under him out there at 10:30 in the windy cold. Also, early this year we had water leaking from somewhere in/under/somewhere around our shower and the management company’s crew of workers installed a new shower stall and a couple of months after that, water started leaking in the wall somehow and got wicked up under the wall into the living room where it made squishy carpet and moldy spots on the back of a bookshelf and Ed’s desk. They “fixed” it but Sunday I noticed it was happening again and so I had to dismantle half the living room again. To say it’s a nightmare is somewhat of an understatement. I have stacks of books all over the place and Ed’s desk is in the middle of the living room and it’s all driving me insane. They came and “fixed” it again today and lo! it seems they didn’t actually “fix” it the first time and in fact, probably caused the problem when they replaced the shower stall all those months ago. Only now my bookshelf and Ed’s desk are pretty much toast. So I’ve written a letter and provided photos and am really hoping they are going to replace my furniture because if not, Ed will have to sit on the floor and I will live with stacks of books on the couch forEVER.

So yeah, I’m not a great cook. And also, I’ve been sort of moody lately, which is how I say, yes, I know I haven’t written in my nearly-new blog for like, um, a week or more or whatever, a while because I was feeling so whiny I couldn’t figure out what to say that wasn’t all waaaaah. I do have some crap written in my paper journal (which I should take a photo of because my journal is so cute!) that I want to finish up and post here, so maybe soon I’ll stop being all moody, which, maybe will be soon because I have PUMPKIN PIE YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT THE PUMPKIN PIE!

Heh.

(also, before I started this sentence here, wordpress told me I had written 666 words because I’m the Devil, hahaha!)

New friends

Rebecca saved her money (from doing chores, from the tooth fairy and $5 from Grandpa) and bought herself Wall-e and Eve. She’s been very impressed with someone else’s photos of the pair and now she’s very happy to have her own. We’ve even had our first photo shoot with our new friends.

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Happy Birthday Unka Wow!

I was almost 11 when my brother was born. I was so excited to have a sibling! Ryan reads my blog, so I won’t go all gushy and mushy and Big Sis embarrassing. But he’s an awfully cool brother. When Rebecca was little she called him Unka Wow. Gushing aside, I reserve the right to post a couple of photos.

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Ryan is in the front, our cousin behind him. Both of them, so cute!

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My favorite people! My son, my daughter, my brother! All of them, so cute!

No, we didn’t squish the spider.

It was big and juicy and creepy, though. Video taken with my phone = not so great.

Oh My!

Happy Yellow House! – Crochet Quilts.  I found this site while I was surfing around for a pattern.  I love quilts and long to make one, but I’m afraid at this point in my life, it just isn’t happening for a variety of reasons.  These crocheted quilts, though?  Right up my alley.  As soon as I can rustle up some budget for yarn, I’m going to make one.  It’s going to be difficult to choose from all the lovelies!

Is it so bright it hurts?

When it comes to colors, Ed likes them bold. Bold and bright. It’s funny, he wears a lot of black and other dark colors to work, but it’s sort of incognito for him. His inner self is a wild crazy rave of colors. So color combos that might make other people wince? Perfect for my crazy man. He’s been sort of subdued for the last year, stress has been dampening him some. So when I was making a blanket for him, I knew it should be something special.

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I started a new blanket yesterday, also crocheted (wtf? have I forsaken knitting completely?!). This one is for Rebecca and it’s star-shaped. The pattern is giving me a little headache, as I just am not very experienced yet and I have a hard time “reading” my work. I find the patterns confusing, I think sometimes it might be easier to make my own patterns. Rebecca’s is made with leftovers from Ed’s blanket, so more eye-bleeding in my future!

Mops, vacuums, and neighbors that move

My apartment is on the ground floor, right next door to the laundry room and very near the dumpsters. This location is good and bad. It’s convenient living near them, I just walk out my door to take out the trash and do the laundry. But I have to deal with the noise of the dumpsters and the trash trucks. And the stink of other peoples’ laundry products (I use scent/dye free because I’m allergic to most scents and the other 2/3 of my family have sensitive skin prone to hives with scented/dyed laundry stuff), which is really really irritating.

Next to the dumpsters is our apartments’ version of freecycle. There’s frequently a small pile of stuff out there, usually, you know, junk. Broken chairs and chipped dishes. Occasionally there’s a gem when someone is moving, though. We were sad to see a family from upstairs moving because it included two kids that Rebecca played with frequently. I did benefit, though. I got a fan that looks new and works great. Not so useful NOW, when it’s raining, but next summer we’ll be glad of it since one of ours broke this year.

Oh, let me backtrack. Several weeks ago my Omop broke. I was really sad about it because I loved that mop. Well, I mean, I hate mopping, but that was a pretty good mop. I like their mopping fluid, too, smells good. Do any of you remember when I got it and Rebecca “helped” me by mopping the kitchen? She’d seen me clean with various combinations of vinegar, baking soda, Dr. Bronner’s soap. One day while I was in the shower, she dumped a nearly full box of baking soda and half the bottle of Method lemongrass mopping fluid on the floor and pushed it around with my new Omop. Omg the mess, and it sort of fucked up the finish on the cheap linoleum. Oops. Anyway. My Omop broke and I stood it up in the corner of the kitchen and finished the job on my hands and knees and then procrastinated on dealing with it. I figured I’d research new mops, I didn’t really have a plan. One day Ed asked me about it and I sort of shrugged and he first suggested I just use it with the broken handle, but he threw it out when I gave him A Look. A few days later I went online, actually looking for information about whether this was a problem with Omops, wondering if they’d improved the design or something. I was thinking I’d just buy a new one if they had. Which is how I found out yes, they had, and in fact would send me a new one if I had either the packaging, the receipt or a photo of the broken mop. Ugh. Oh well.

But today, thanks to my neighbor that moved, I have a Swiffer Wet-something-or-other that appears to have been used only a few times. There was also half a box of the disposable cleaning thingies with it, but the microfiber cloth from my Omop fits on it just fine (and works better, I did half the floor with the Swiffer thingy and half with the microfiber). I like the squirty bottle, I wonder if I can refill it with something else. Yay clean floor!

I also got a little vacuum cleaner that looks nearly new. It’s small and I suspect it might not do for us long-term. But my vacuum cleaner has been noticeably… not so healthy lately and I’ve been worried because I can’t afford a new one right now. I could probably get it repaired, but still, hello back-up. There was also a shiny new red bucket full of cleaning products. I took the bucket, left the stinky cleaning crap. I’m not sure why she was getting rid of these things. It honestly looks like she bought a bunch of stuff to clean her apartment after they moved their things, and then just dumped them when she left.

And I don’t know why she didn’t just leave a robot that would clean Rebecca’s room, too? Because gosh, I could really use one of those.

Edited to add: I found this Instructible on how to remove the cap of the swiffer wetjet bottle.

I and Love and You

I’ve been obsessed with this song for about a week. It’s so beautiful and sad.

Dumbed down and numbed by time and age.
Your dreams the catch, the world the cage.
The highway sets the traveler’s stage.
All exits look the same.

Three words that became hard to say.
I and Love and You.