Very cool looking!
E is for Earth, my favourite planet. Let's not mess it up, okay?
I did F last time, since I couldn't think of a good photo for the E I wanted. I ended up just going through my past photos. This is the "climbing tree" near my family's cabin that my grandpa cut and debarked branches a long time ago so that you could climb up higher for a better view.
Posting this E today seems extra nice, since Earth Hour was today. (Not that I remembered until after Earth Hour was over... and well before it started. *sigh*)
I learned something new today:
• It's the Iranian New Year.
• Some of the traditional items on the table include: a dish of sprouted wheat (or other grains I can't remember), a bowl of goldfish, vinegar, and painted eggs. There were a bunch of other traditional things, but I can't remember them all.
The Manitoban (student newspaper) has an article on Norouz.
Tonight: Shadows on the peach field, and I painted the foreground olive, just so that it wasn't black. (It had reached the "intimidating blank canvas" status, so I needed to do something.) There will either be a rose hedge in the foreground, or something else. I may just bring the lavender rows all the way forward, and eliminate the foreground field. At any rate, I'm playing.
This photo in an online-friend's photostream reminded me of someone from my past. I thought about e-mailing, saying hi, asking if it had been long enough that we can be friends again. But then the memories started flooding in, and the tears started pouring out. I guess it hasn't been long enough yet. I'd probably end up saying something stupid again, beginning the long silence anew.
I had planned on being productive tonight, but I think I'll curl up in a blanket and read instead. I need to escape my memories.
Don't worry, I'm okay. It's just that the mourning I thought was over, isn't. It will be, though, given enough time. One day the grief will have run it's course.
This is my grandmother's cutting board. Dad brought it back after she passed away. There's a deep dip in the top (and a less deep dip in the bottom) from where she cut all the time, and some brass strips on the ends to repair the crack. Dad doesn't know if there's a story to it (beyond the fact that it was hers), but we both suspect that grandpa made it for her. I would guess it's oak, and I think there is a wax finish on it, given how it looked when wet. The small hole in the upper right hand corner is about the size of a nail hole. I don't know if there was originally a strap or string or perhaps a loop of wire there, or if it was hung directly on a nail... or even if the hole was there from before the wood was a cutting board.
I wish I knew more of it's history, but it's kind of neat having my grandmother's cutting board. You can tell it was with her a long time.
The banana muffins were finally baked late on March 10th. (Technically March 11th.)
• I think my oven runs hot.
• I don't know for sure because I apparently didn't bring my oven thermometer back with me.
• I have yet to find my kitchen timer (the microwave works... as long as I don't also need to microwave something).
• My recipe makes two dozen muffins.
• I only had one muffin tin (remedied last Tuesday).
• I should bake *earlier* in the evening.
• I finished eating all of these before I managed to blog about them
• They were tasty!
• I have yet to discover just how dead bananas have to be before they are no longer usable for banana muffins.
Update on my painting. I didn't paint last week because knitting night was on Tuesday... so this was last worked on on March 11.
I'm getting closer to finishing this thing...
I noticed that when the instructor put on the sketch lines, she put all the horizons on crooked. :P It's staying that way now. If anyone asks, I'll say the land is sloping that way. ;)
Last week Wednesday, H and I were on a chocolate run (both of us were sleep deprived, and I was having an "I've been asked to teach a third year course" freak-out) when we discovered the university pottery club was having another sale of items in the student union.
"Ooooo! Pretty!" I said.
"I'll buy it for you." H said.
I was going to buy it myself, but H paid for it. H is *sweet*! She bought herself a pretty bowl for her soup, too, but I don't have a photo of it.
Then we found chocolate. Mmmm!
Thank you again, H!!! I love it. :) It's *pretty*. I used it on Thursday... it works great. :)