It’s been a while, hasn’t it? True to form, May has kicked my ass on every level imaginable once again this year. How is it Memorial Day weekend already? I’m still not done getting the gardens in, the only batch of strawberry jam I made was at last night’s Happy Cook class and when people ask what our summer plans are, I have no answer. None. Continue reading
The other day as I was puttering about, listening to music via Pandora on my ipod, a song came on that I didn’t quite recognize. It sounded an awful lot like The Police, but the chorus was too poppy to be them. Pat called down, inquiring what was I listening to. I checked the artist name and called back.
“You listening to Edie’s station?”
I’m not sure what threw me more – the fact that my child had just inadvertently introduced me to new music or the fact that our music tastes have become similar enough that I can tolerate listening (albeit unknowingly) to her music for a lengthy period of time.
We have long prided ourselves on Edie’s musical education. I steadfastly refuse to listen to her music in the car or over any sort of speakers that belong to me. When we created the den and moved the entertainment unit into the back bedroom, she was finally allowed to play her music on the big stereo. Up until that point, her music stayed in her room, on her boombox. I played her Sonic Youth as lullabies, she has tolerated Smiths marathons on the part of her father & myself, our neverending debate as to which was the better Pink Floyd album, Dark Side or The Wall, was what taught Edie to just go put herself to bed already to avoid having to listen to that One.More.Time. She came home from second grade, rapturous about a song her friend played, “Crazy Train”, had we ever heard it? prompting Pat to reach into the CD drawers and hand her the Ozzy Osbourne Randy Rhodes tribute CD to listen to. She can recognize The Clash as Muzak at the grocery store. She can recognize The Grateful Dead playing both Bob Dylan AND Pink Floyd songs. You can never play “Won’t Get Fooled Again” too loud for her ears.
We thought we were raising her right, but there came the day where she wanted to listen to what her friends were listening to. She’s developed quite an appreciation for Taylor Swift. Pat is kind and humors her in this. He’ll even listen to her music in the car. Okay, that happened because as they were driving somewhere one day, sitting there with her headphones on, singing along to her music, she sang louder than he could play Slayer. Eventually, he gave it up and caved. (And I’m sure that as he reads this, he’s thinking I’ve misrepresented him. I’m sure he would say something along the lines of he’s listening along with her as to not entirely turn her towards the crap (okay, he wouldn’t call it the crap either. He’d be much nicer about it, but since I’m the one writing this, you get my synopsis.), and it while it gives him a chance to check out what she’s listening to, it also allows him to show interest in what she’s interested in. Yes, he’s a great dad.)
I’m not at sure how I feel about her introducing me to new music. Really, it’s not bad, after all, I thought it was The Police. Follow this link and watch his SNL performance last fall. That’s good shit. That band is tight. And full of energy and clearly having a good time doing it. This may replace Justin Timberlake as my favorite guilty pleasure.
However, I’m pretty sure me taking Edie up on her offer to borrow her ipod for tunes is exactly why it was 74 degrees two days ago and snow is forecast tonight.
I’ve done some housekeeping on here. I changed the comments settings, taking away word verification and moderation. There was a stretch in which I was receiving some snarky and rather insulting comments, from someone who wanted to remain anonymous which seemed to have stopped. I don’t mind snark, but own it, you know what I’m saying? I’ve realized from commenting on other blogs what a pain the new word verification settings have gotten to be. Some of you have thought blogger has been eating comments lately, but through the magic of the internet, they’ve shown up and been published. Well, the ones I know about.
I’ve changed some things around on my side bar too. I hadn’t updated my blogroll in quite some time, so I added a few new ones. My friends Ryanne, Julia, both of whom are new bloggers and quite entertaining. I’ve also added Suzicate’s “The Water Witch’s Daughter”, which I find inspiring. Suzicate, I’d love to go winery hopping with you next time you’re in Nelson. There are a slew of other blogs I read, so I hope to be better about swapping them out a little more frequently on my sidebar.
The conversation on Facebook that sprung out of the link I posted to my canning class yesterday led to it being restructured a bit. Instead of tomatoes and peaches, I’m going to teach canning tomatoes and pickles. I’m even more excited about this now. If you’ve paid attention to my posts over the last couple of summers, you’ll know how much I love to pickle things and that I will pickle anything. I plan on doing bread & butter pickles in the class and I will be sharing some of my other favorite pickle recipes. There’s a link sign up for the class on the sidebar now too.
I’m pretty sure I’m the last person out there to discover First Aid Kit. I can’t even take credit for discovering them, my dearest babydaddy heard them, realized I needed it and he made it the tunes I cooked to one day. I do love that man. Best Coast has a new album out, that I’ve heard great things about. I haven’t listened to it thoroughly yet, but I do like what I’ve heard. Anyone catch “Birth of an Album” on NPR this morning with Neko Case? Totally made my morning.
In a year of non-parties, the Oxford Road Block party was last weekend. I was worried when I wasn’t hand delivered my invite and instead happened to catch a flyer on a telephone pole. Turns out they didn’t invite anyone, it was all they could do to get the flyers up. At least they had the party though. There was a wonderful ‘mom circle’ that happened that refreshed my spirit that day in a much needed way. I heard other women that were there say the same thing. Maybe we need to do those things more often ladies. D- I’m totally serious about Wine Thursdays, just hollar. Also, I want that recipe please.
The best part of the evening though may have been watching Edie give the Fein boys a firehouse bath in the driveway. All is always right with the world when there are boys who understand she holds the hose and stays dry while they get soaked. I blame all older neighborhood boys who catered to her so much in her toddler years that she now expects all boys to do exactly what she tells them to do. The male portion of humanity has no idea what they have wrought upon themselves.