A year without pepper

Last year, this week, I dropped the pepper grinder on my foot. The wood grinder broke a bone (that was not happy in the first place). I was in a walking cast for several months before I had a bit of surgery in March to fix the problem in there.

I had a half broken off bone spur taken off. Really it had been bothering me long before I broke some of it off. For example, I had to tie my shoes loosely to keep away from the pea sized bone. I also could not do yoga (not a problem for most of you, I get it) because you have to sit on your feet. It pretty much was impossible to sit on that!!

Now my foot is all better!! In celebration of this monumental anniversary, I filled up the pepper grinder, after retrieving it from the depths of the pantry. Last night, I peppered generously a potato corn chowder.

Things do taste better with pepper, especially since I am no longer bitter about it.

Scout's Excited!!

Our friends are traveling around the world and sending our kids cards from their destinations. Scout got a get well card in the mail from them, and I thought it was cute to watch her open it.

Here it is.

Harry and the Geisha

No training wheels = road rash

Scout is four and has just learned to ride her bike, without training wheels, while we were camping a month ago. She is quite good at it, for her age. I was able to catch her on video riding a few minutes after she figured it out.

She rode all week at the campground, and when we got home, she was just waiting for the opportunity to try on our lightly sloped, seldom used road in front of our house. While we were cooking dinner, she slipped out, without a shirt, or helmet, and took off on her bike. Only to find that the slight slope was not as forgiving as the very well maintained flat drive of the New Briton State Campground.

She bent three teeth back into her mouth, and had scrapes and bruises on her face, chest, back, arms, hands, and wrists. I am very thankful that the teeth popped back into her head without damage, that she did not bump her head at all, that the bleeding stopped, and mostly that I did not see it happen. Here is a picture of the aftermath.

She has healed very quickly, because I think little people are made of rubber. She will not loose her teeth, and she is back to being her beautiful, adventurous self.

Czech Pics

Our Camp

Here are some snaps of our trip to Czech Republic. Hope you enjoy them!!

The English teachers



Our Class. We met outside under a black walnut tree.

Beth in front of the Czech Church. Our dorms. The lovely Bohemian translator Ida.

Cursin' Cowboys

I know that no one will be surprised by the mouths of cowboys, just like no one is surprised by loggers and guys who lay carpet. I guess they are not known for using eloquent adjectives. So rather than surprising, I guess this is more humorous than anything. Cowboys are also a bit of a rarity, compared to carpet installers and loggers, so I guess that is why I felt like sharing.
So anyway.....
My sister in law Karen and I were driving back from a camping trip 2 1/2 hours down a little maintained logging/cattle/camping road south of Yosemite. We were taking it slow so we wouldn't loose our breakfasts, with the windows down, enjoying the alpine views and the kids in the back seat. As we rounded a corner, we came upon about a dozen cattle, a few work dogs and two cowboys in the road. I stopped to let them go by, and to let the kids watch the cows with their calves. The one man coming our way was rail thin, had the obligatory hat, and chew, unshaven with gap teeth. As the convoy went by, we could hear him, talking on his cell (which I could go on a bit more about how funny that is, but I won't). This is what his conversation sounded like:
F@### the S*&^@ one the M$T#$% F$%^%$. Come on, git you M%$H$^ F&%$#@.
He made eye contact with us through the open window, tiped his hat and said:
Hello ladies
And went back to his tantalizing conversation. You could have heard our eyes roll, and as I pulled away, when he couldn't hear we laughed.

Alanis' Ironic

So... I am in Vegas, the capitol of decadence. At the Bellagio, there is a very cool water fountain set to different music. The fountains are mesmerising, to say the least. They shoot, syncopated, high into the air.

Ironically, we watched the show set to Simple Gifts, that old shaker toon by Shaker Elder, Joseph Brackett, Jr.

Then we had an all-you-can-eat, some cocktails, gambled hundreds of dollars away, stayed up all night, caught a topless show, bought some jewelry, took a taxi to our high-rise hotel. 'Tis a gift, huh?

OK, so that last part I made up....