Saturday, February 8, 2020

Cooking and Stuff with Josie



The box the clementines came in makes a good bed for my chimpanzee. It is too small for Snugglepuppy.


But I have an idea. 


                                      It can also be a table.


I make pretend oatmeal for my friends.


I serve it on their little table. They like it.

Then I have another idea.
 I ask Meema if we can make muffins. 
She says, of course we can. 
REAL muffins, I tell her.
Hmm, she says.
I will help, I say.


So I do. I stirred in the blueberries.


It looks really good but Meema says I must not taste till it's cooked because it could make me sick.

It is hard to wait but at last the muffins are cooked. Now I have to wait till they are cooled a little. 


Eating them is my favorite part. I am a good cook!

(And my favorite part was that we used the same little cooling rack that my grandmother used when I helped her bake stuff seventy-something years ago.)


Thursday, February 6, 2020

Sarah Vowell and the Marquis de Lafayette



Growing up in Tampa, I was aware of Lafayette Street and the Lafayette Street Bridge and eventually in one social studies class or another learned that Lafayette was a French aristocrat who fought with George Washington in the Revolutionary War.

 Ho hum.

Later I read a stirring account in Louisa May Alcott's An Old Fashioned Girl of a grandmother's memory of Lafayette's 1824-25  triumphal tour of the United States (at the government's invitation)  -- the hubbub and excitement in the streets, his kissing the hand of the governor's widow, only to discover his own face stamped on her glove, young women pelting him with flowers . . . 

"And here the old lady stopped, out of breath with her cap askew, her spectacles on the end of her nose, and her knitting much the worse for being waved enthusiastically in the air while she hung over the arm of her hair, shrilly cheering an imaginary Lafayette."

It was this return tour when, as the last surviving general of the Revolution, he visited every state, that probably accounts for many of the streets and parks, towns, cities, parishes, and counties named Lafayette.

Not to mention babies.  I married into a family that preserves the Marquis's name still -- John's great grandfather, uncle, and first cousin all three bear the middle name of Lafayette.


But it wasn't till I read Sarah Vowell's typically idiosyncratic take on the Marquis that I really began to appreciate who he was and what his part in the Revolution had meant to our country.

He was nineteen (!), a wealthy orphan of an aristocratic family and a French army officer when he was enraptured by the noble ideals of the American Revolution (as well as the opportunity for glory) and, defying the orders of his monarch, purchased a ship and set out for America where he offered his services to the impoverished nascent republic. And despite his youth, those services were invaluable.

For me, Vowell's roundabout, quirky approach to history does more to bring Lafayette to life and to make him relevant to today's reader than any traditional history book. 

I confess to being addicted to her rather squeaky voice and dead-pan delivery--I have all her books on audio and will happily listen (and re-listen) to anything she has to say about Lafayette--or the colonization and exploitation of Hawaii -- or the Puritans in New England -- or the various presidential assassins -- or patriotism in general.

And speaking of patriotism, here's a shout out to Mitt Romney -- the lone Republican senator who took his oath seriously-- to do impartial justice in the impeachment trial.



 Informative review from the NY Times HERE

Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Josie Is Immortalized


I am going to put a hand print in the wet cement! Cory is taking pictures while Mama and Daddy help.

(Cory is a professional photographer-- check out his amazing nature shots HERE.)


This is exciting!


But I DO NOT want to do my foot!

Mama and Daddy insist.


I object loudly. The cement is cold and funny feeling on my foot. I do not like it.


I don't like getting it cleaned off either but do they listen? 
No.


Then Daddy writes my name in the cement.


I feel calmer now.
I have been immortalized.


Sunday, February 2, 2020

With a Little Help from Our Friends . . .


It was cold and drizzly yesterday but that didn't stop Cory and Doug from helping Justin with digging and pouring footers so that the new block could be laid against the old wall.


This basement section that the barn/workshop stood atop was called the casing house -- a place to put the dried tobacco from the barn above to bring it into case--which is to stay moist enough to work the leaves without their shattering. 


It was all dirt floor originally but when we quit growing tobacco, John added a partial concrete floor. Now, eventually, there'll be a full floor. 

 These are some hardy fellas -- I can't thank them enough. And they plan to keep on working on Sunday--when I hope the weather will be a bit kinder.

 Cory pointed out a relic on the old floor that is likely to be lost--Bozozo Construction Company--which is the name John used back when he did some renovations. (Bozozo is what our older son called bulldozers when he was very, very young.)

Which reminds me -- we'll have to get a Josie footprint in the new cement floor--and maybe write Bozozo ReConstruction Company too. 


Saturday, February 1, 2020

Josie the Whirlwind


On Friday Meema said I was a whirlwind. 


But not all the time. This is me sitting quietly and reading my medium-sized poop book. (This is what she calls Puzo's THE LAST DON. I have no idea why.)


And this is me drawing the Jabberwocky.


He is green with two eyes and a mouth and two skinny arms. He was in a book we read. He is my new favorite monster.

Then I gave Bob a Dog a hat. He likes it.


Also I climbed on the back of the sofa and slid down. I call it my bobslide.


Then Grumpy put on some music and I danced.


I think I will be a clogger when I'm not being a ballerina.


It is the end of the day and I am full of energy because I had a banana after my nap. 

Meema and Grumpy are not full of energy. They are sitting down.  Maybe they need to  eat more bananas.