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The sun is shining today, which means that for the first time since my arrival, it's NOT snowing. The glare off the snow is blinding. (I remember that glare!)

Tomorrow I head back home. While I love my folks, I'm glad to head back--starting to miss my cat. (Fortunately the UP is too cold for ninjas. Even the hardiest prefer to overwinter farther south. The ninja migrations are one of nature's grandest spectacles, or would be if they weren't so damn sneaky.*) And my shower. (They have a lovely claw-foot tub, but no shower.) It's been awhile since I shared one bathroom with three other people, one of them an 8-year-old male with perfunctory knocking skills.

I also find that I miss my apartment, which is...probably not odd, now that I think of it. Having devoted considerable time and energy to constructing my ecosphere (or geekosphere, as my buddy Alan used to call it) it's probably no wonder. A friend of mine claims that the somewhat neurotic nesting instinct following a breakup has something to do with having control--I think there's truth to that, but it's only half the story. There's also a large element of personal identity involved. Breakups shake one's sense of identity, and for some of us we throw ourselves into nesting and redecorating in order to define ourselves--I am the sort of person who lives here. So it's probably no surprise that I find myself longing for the familiar landscape of my living room.

Plus I haven't shot a zombie or ripped the wings off a harpy in DAYS. (All this non-violent childrearing stuff is for the birds...) And my mother's tastes in movies tends to the dramatic, artistic, and tragic. We watched "Doctor Zhivago" yesterday. Afterwards, Tom and I were badly glazed from Russian epic overdose. "Here!" said Mom, waving a video. "Let's watch this one next! It's French!"

We eyed her warily. "Is it...happy?"

She considered. "It's beautiful..."

Tom and I exchanged glances. "I think I have a copy of Mad Max somewhere," he whispered. "My hero!" I cried.

Still, it's been a great trip. Mom showed me a silkscreen technique that I can't wait to try (great, ANOTHER medium I wanna fool with...) which I can probably do on my kitchen floor and which uses water-soluble pastel-crayon thingies. I am awash with ideas. My brain is scream "ARTARTARTART!" If I were at home, I'd be breaking into the art supply store with a crowbar.

I have consoled myself with a couple of Little Creature pen and ink pieces, probably from my recent Gorey exposure. And my mother took about a hundred photos of me yesterday--a gallery requested some figurative work--so I wandered around the house trying not to smirk. (I ALWAYS smirk in photos.) I fear to see what might come out of it. "Girl in Red Dress, Looking Bored." "Girl in Red Dress, Looking Vague." "Girl in Red Dress, Smirking Involuntarily." Wandering around a house in Calumet in mid-winter, barefoot in a short-sleeved dress, ain't warm, but I owe the universe modeling karma, ever since a dear friend back in college posed for me, in high summer in Minnesota, in 90% humidity, wearing PVC pants. Greater love hath no woman.

Everything would not remotely fit in the suitcase. I am mailing two boxes back home. I have acquired a handmade quilt (my stepfather actually did a bunch of the quilting, to my continuing awe) a WWII kimono, a small library of books on bread and print making, enough weird soap to scrub myself raw for the next six months, the loon decoy, and many other random objects.

And now, Tom is making something called a "dutch baby" for breakfast, which I view with either fear or anticipation, I'm not sure which.

*They can occasionally be attracted to feeders, however. Leave out sushi and small, elegant bowls of green tea. The Common Ninja is the most likely visitor, but in some areas, the Greater Spotted Ninja can be spotted lurking in the foliage near feeding stations.

Dutch baby is yummy.

I remember sun glare on snow, too. One of the things I don't miss about living in Michigan.

okay, having gotten the all-important first comment in, I can do a real post.

Here in New Yawk, we have ALMOST gotten rid of all the snow on the ground, and it is supposed to snow again tonight. Last year, we got virtually no snow, this year seems to be making up for it. Oh well. Could be worse, I suppose. Somehow.

Yes, it could be worse. I could be there for it, instead of getting the hell out of Albany before I got snowed in again. (For the record, it's not the cold that did it for me. It was the weather forcing me to get up two hours earlier than normal, so I could spend an hour digging out my car and another hour driving at a crawl. If I didn't have to have a life in the snow, I'd love it.)

Nice haul of loot. Once the Barber-Horne house is ours and up-to-code, we'll have to exchange home visitations.

Absolutely! I am there! I will bring you house-warming art! Or...err...lucky bamboo or something, if I can't find art...

Ninja migrations! *cheers the idea*

...does non-violent child-rearing mean that World of Warcraft battlegrounds are right out? (I mean, since the kid and I've been kinda, well, doing them a fair amount recently and all that. I think I should make sure no one thinks I'm non-violent. Er. Ah. ...Look! Ninja warblers! *runs*)

I would *love* to see a ninja warble.

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I live in Arizona and careful observation involving a bowl of rice and a hunting blind has resulted in the discovery of a new species - the Yellow-Epauleted Western Samurai. Drably colored, save for the shoulder-adornments that gave them their name, they are exceedingly fast, and in one documented case, three of them took down a hummingbird on the wing.

Any trip to Arizona is incomplete without a visit to one of the state parks to observe these magnificent creatures.

[I'm sorry, I'm blaming all of this on my dad. It was all his idea.]

Dutch baby!!! Oh my, I haven't made those in years. Now that they have the cholesterol-free egg-whites only things in cartons, maybe I should make that. *drool*

As something of a kimono enthusiast, I would LOVE to see some photos of your new toy! ;)
I know people who know stuff! (And I know a little bit myself). So if you have any questions about formality level, or when and where it might have been worn...
Or even how to wear it yourself... 0:-)

Oops, that was me. Please reply here (if you do!) so I get the little e-mail notification thingie I thrive on.

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Dutch babies are the best breakfast ever. And (my joyous discovery in years when I didn't rise up early enough for breakfast) they make a great dessert as well.

And despite looking complicated they're actually pretty easy (as long as you have a blender), you should get his recipe and try it at home!

I'm at work and probably shouldn't be laughing this hard at the prospect of a Greater Spotted Ninja hovering furtively around a feeder, but there you go.

My family calls dutch babies "Pop-over pancakes." But, we also call crepes "flenches."

So, tell us more about this silk screening technique! I've got a project it might be perfect for, and I can't find any instructions through google yet.

"The Common Ninja is the most likely visitor, but in some areas, the Greater Spotted Ninja can be spotted lurking in the foliage near feeding stations."

Easier to identify than the 'Lesser Spotted', and the 'So-Rarely-Spotted-as-to-be-Anectodal' varieties, I'm Sure...


*grin* Niiiice.

Ok, it's probably because my mind can't fully comprehend the artistic temperament, nor has a muse ever courted me, but WHY PVC pants?!

Because leather isn't shiny enough.

Mmm. Dutch babies are tasty.

Also, I demand art of ninja feeders.