Senecan Amble
The Pittsburgh Blogfest was as festive as expected. We'll do it again; those of you who missed will perhaps be able to come. Finnegan's Wake is just fine by me. There's parking right on top of it, they gave us a room to ourselves, and they were fairly cheerful, while at the same time remaining cool. I admire that. Also, I got a lot of knitting done, which is for me hard to come by in these busy times.
And now the news is that the Great Pittsburgh Blog Directory Site is soon upon us. We've got over 80 blogs on the list, last I heard, though whether or not they all agree to be Directed isn't yet clear. And also, last I heard, we're going to organize by belts. I was NOT happy about this to begin with, but then I found out that the belts were originally invented as an emergency evacuation system, and now I think they are hilariously funny, since nobody knows where they are or where they go. So if there's an emergency we're all going to be driving around trying to find Our Belt. Which will then lead us in a circular route, I gather, all around the emergency. The thought of this cheers me greatly. Though I guess now I'll have to find out which belt I'm on. So as to be able to add to the general confusion when the time comes. I like to do my part.
So, anyway, we had the Fest, and I had a good time, and I enjoyed everybody, which is sort of odd really, since the only thing we all have in common is that we live in or near Pittsburgh and we keep blogs. Enjoyable bunch of people, though.
Today I'm busy recovering the household from the two weekends in a row I went off to be a medievalist paper-giving professor mom at two different conventions. This means I didn't do the laundry, not really, not to speak of, and also I didn't bake. So we're having laundry marathon today and I made pumpkin pie.
Here's the secret. Pumpkin pie, if you make it with fat-free evaporated milk, which I do, and Splenda instead of sugar, which I do, is not really a dessert. It is a vegetable disguised as a dessert. We are highly in favor of pumpkin pie. I'm having a sort of winter squash blitz here, anyway. I made butternut squash bread pudding the other night. I'm going to make pumpkin gnocchi in couple of days. Vitamin A. Lots.
Also, today was the last soccer game. I don't know. I guess the child is doing ok with this soccer project. I guess he enjoys it. Hard to tell. He plays, oh, desultorily, I guess. Laconically, to be more exact. Sam says that if he were a prose style he'd be the Senecan Amble.
One thing the child is clearly good at is self-preservation. He's not interested in mixing it up. Or putting himself out.
I told Sam I was sorry, I'd done what I could, genetically, but it didn't include sports. We survived the Irish Famine, which I think is admirable, and shows perseverance at least, and some fortitude. Also some of us were Vikings and damn fine sailors. But we don't do sports, my people. Sam, the former track star and baseball all-star team player, gets a little pained when he watches the child play soccer. Or baseball. Or basketball.
You know that commercial where the dad is putting his son in all sorts of sports, till he finds the one he's actually good at, and it's chess? It's like that around here.
On the other hand, the other day the child asked his dad, "Dad, are you able to visualize what it was like before the Big Bang? Cause I'm having trouble visualizing a universe without time and space."
Indeed. Aren't we all.
And now the news is that the Great Pittsburgh Blog Directory Site is soon upon us. We've got over 80 blogs on the list, last I heard, though whether or not they all agree to be Directed isn't yet clear. And also, last I heard, we're going to organize by belts. I was NOT happy about this to begin with, but then I found out that the belts were originally invented as an emergency evacuation system, and now I think they are hilariously funny, since nobody knows where they are or where they go. So if there's an emergency we're all going to be driving around trying to find Our Belt. Which will then lead us in a circular route, I gather, all around the emergency. The thought of this cheers me greatly. Though I guess now I'll have to find out which belt I'm on. So as to be able to add to the general confusion when the time comes. I like to do my part.
So, anyway, we had the Fest, and I had a good time, and I enjoyed everybody, which is sort of odd really, since the only thing we all have in common is that we live in or near Pittsburgh and we keep blogs. Enjoyable bunch of people, though.
Today I'm busy recovering the household from the two weekends in a row I went off to be a medievalist paper-giving professor mom at two different conventions. This means I didn't do the laundry, not really, not to speak of, and also I didn't bake. So we're having laundry marathon today and I made pumpkin pie.
Here's the secret. Pumpkin pie, if you make it with fat-free evaporated milk, which I do, and Splenda instead of sugar, which I do, is not really a dessert. It is a vegetable disguised as a dessert. We are highly in favor of pumpkin pie. I'm having a sort of winter squash blitz here, anyway. I made butternut squash bread pudding the other night. I'm going to make pumpkin gnocchi in couple of days. Vitamin A. Lots.
Also, today was the last soccer game. I don't know. I guess the child is doing ok with this soccer project. I guess he enjoys it. Hard to tell. He plays, oh, desultorily, I guess. Laconically, to be more exact. Sam says that if he were a prose style he'd be the Senecan Amble.
One thing the child is clearly good at is self-preservation. He's not interested in mixing it up. Or putting himself out.
I told Sam I was sorry, I'd done what I could, genetically, but it didn't include sports. We survived the Irish Famine, which I think is admirable, and shows perseverance at least, and some fortitude. Also some of us were Vikings and damn fine sailors. But we don't do sports, my people. Sam, the former track star and baseball all-star team player, gets a little pained when he watches the child play soccer. Or baseball. Or basketball.
You know that commercial where the dad is putting his son in all sorts of sports, till he finds the one he's actually good at, and it's chess? It's like that around here.
On the other hand, the other day the child asked his dad, "Dad, are you able to visualize what it was like before the Big Bang? Cause I'm having trouble visualizing a universe without time and space."
Indeed. Aren't we all.
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