Monday, August 29, 2011

Muffin Man Goes to Fourth Grade

It seems like just yesterday he was going to Kindergarten, and First, and Second, and Third Grade...

Muffin Man waiting for the school bus.

His hair hasn't seen a scissors since last Halloween. Excuse me, I think I have some dust in my eye.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011


I was outside my son's school, looking at his class list when the ground started undulating. We all looked around for the delivery truck and it slowly dawned on us that it had been a seismic event.

Wow. Earthquakes in Virginia.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

NPR Top 100 Science Fiction and Fantasy Books

Voted on by reader/listener participation.

The book I wish had been included:
Cover art for Snow Queen by Joan Vinge

The Snow Queen, by Joan Vinge, which won a Hugo. Alternatively, The Summer Queen, also by Joan Vinge.

The book I feel should have been left out to make room for either of these:

A Spell for Chameleon, by Piers Anthony, which is a book I loved when I was in high school, but think is a pile of sexist garbage now. Ugh.

Other than that, I'm pretty happy with the choices!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Mushrooms chopped fine redux

Sauteed onions (not chopped as fine as last time), mushrooms, and Mr. Spock's home-made breakfast sausage. Added 5 beaten eggs, and stirred vigorously.

Muffin Man pronounced it delicious, was unaware mushrooms were even in it. Picked out the onions. Need to chop them finer next time. It's a texture thing.

Friday, August 05, 2011

Mushrooms chopped fine

Onions chopped finer. So fine that you can not see them among the tomatoes, sweet Italian sausage, basil, and oregano in the spaghetti sauce. I challenge you to find them and pick them out.


Wednesday, August 03, 2011

Such a cozy room

We've switched things around at Chez Mystere. Last time we were in this house, Mr. Spock had the front room under the eaves for his office. When we were planning our move back, I suggested he use the MUCH LARGER master bedroom for his office instead, so that he could get work done in a large, bright, sunny environment.

The switch has been made and now I sleep in the front room under the eaves, with the bookshelves Mr. Spock built for me (custom-made to fit the sunny alcove in the master bedroom, but they're mine and I'm keeping 'em). I like how when they're stacked like they are, they mimic the shape of the room.

My bedroom over the garage. Bed, bookshelves, slanted ceiling

On the shelves are my books (natch); some pictures of me and the family; lotion my mom gave me that I use frequently; a notice about my promotion from a job I no longer have; typewriter bookends my SIL gave us for Christmas a couple of years ago; a Christmas ornament; a set of salt-and-pepper shakers; and a glass owl I inherited from my grandfather. Can you spot the owl?

On the bed are my two quilts (one made by my mom); a picture of Muffin Man; and at least 40 more books. What, you say you can't see the books? Look closely. Still no? They're in the Kindle on the right-most headboard shelf.