A Craft Fair at River's Edge - an Update

Another craft fair is in the works for Squared Up and The Yarnsmiths, my friends who make scarves and hats. The last one was outside, in the heat, at a kid carnival, we had to bring a table and it was semi-successful. We're looking forward to this more elegant venue, an upscale senior housing complex called River's Edge in Sacramento, near Campus Commons. The weather is cooperating and it is definitely quilt, scarf and hat season, not bikini weather like a month ago.

It would be nice to say I've been quilting away like mad in anticipation for this, but life got in the way. I have five quilts ready, plus some little "handle hugs" I'm trying out. They go on the handle of a suitcase to spot it when it comes off the airport carousel. I'll see how they sell here. They are easy to make, but Velcro isn't cheap, so I didn't want to go crazy.

I'm scheduled to work from 10 pm to 6 am and the craft fair starts at 9 am. My poor friends! I think I'll go and help them set up and go take a nap in the car. They are so sweet, because last time was a nutty weekend for me too.

There are many great craft fairs in this area, one being Sacramento Craft and Flea Market every fourth Sunday under the WX Freeway downtown. There would be loads more people at that one. But it is outside - Ugh factor number one. It is more expensive, Ugh 2. You have to bring your own table and chairs, more Ugh-ness. This one sounds so very civilized; they have all the gear set up and free drinks (non alcoholic) provided all day. If I could manage to spike the spiced cider, maybe I'll sell off my whole inventory.

To Do List: 

1. Schedule in a Relaxing Weekend 

2. Google What is a Relaxing Weekend?

adorable hats from my friends

**Ugh, Ugh, Triple Ugh! I sold nothing, nada, nimic, nichts! It was a dumb place for a craft sale and/or they didn't advertise enough, and it wasn't just me. The Yarnsmiths sold two scarves at full price (good for them for sticking to their prices!) but Squared Up came away with nothing but frustration and the sad knowledge that I wasted a morning to sleep.**

Good news: it's Daylight Savings and we all get an extra hour of sleep tonight.

Wearing one of the hats for sale

Diana, a Garden Quilt

This quilt is named after a new friend from Moldova. She has a special needs daughter, and became a widow at the age of 26 before she moved here. She is remarried now and expecting another baby. This quilt about springtime and gardens blooming is fittingly named after beautiful sweet Diana as she begins her new life in California.

It is another themed quilt from those thrift store project fabrics. This project was for a cute little vest with a garden theme, (or it could have been a vest if Jessica Scissorhands hadn't gone at it)  I had some florals hanging around that fit in nicely with the garden theme. The easy sneasy fabric on this project was a stack of yellow and blue plaid cotton dinner napkins. They still had the Linens and Things tags on them, they were nice and crisp and best of all they were only 99 cents for all of them. Plus they frayed like champs.

I'm still using the never ending green corduroy that I bought at Goodwill. It was super cheap but I wondered what I would do with that much green fabric. Now I'm down to probably enough for one more quilt, and I'll miss it. It frays like a champ too, and it is the most amazing green color.

I'm not listing this on Etsy yet because we're doing another craft fair this Saturday. That's why the pictures are a bit rough. If it sells, I can avoid writing the Great American Novel about another themed quilt. Although the puns are coming: What beets a rag quilt from Squared Up?  Don't turnip your nose at this little beauty. This gift won't squash your budget! (Lettuce all hope someone buys it at the craft fair.) 

help us, she is losing it

Honey Eating Vegan

 

Stroke 2006

Heart Attack 2008

CIM Relay 2010

Healthy Husband? Priceless

This is the sign I held on the race course when Ernst ran a leg of the California International Marathon last year. I drove to a few parts of the course and cheered him on as he ran by. The back said:

Carnivores Drool

Vegans Rule!

The sign was quite a hit, runners would comment on it as they saw it. One woman said, "You're making me cry!" There were people at the finish line taking pictures of us with our sign. If I had only known five years ago that things would turn out so well, because...

...five years ago today, Ernst had the first of three huge wake up calls:

Halloween 2006 - Stroke - After this we really cut down down on dairy and meat.
Easter 2008 - Heart Attack - This is when meat, poultry, all dairy and eggs went too.
New Years Eve 2009 - We thought it was another stroke, turned out to be an ear infection, but CT scan showed plaque in artery feeding brain - This is when we went on the McDougall Diet - low oil and vegan, herbivore, plant-based, starch-based, plant powered; whatever you call it, it isn't easy but we are doing it.

Lessons learned:
I really detest Halloween.
ERs on holidays are incredibly busy.
Life is better than food.

On that awful day, I came home from college to hear the message on the answering machine, "Honey, I'm in the ER, I have some tingling on my left that is getting worse, don't worry but please come and bring..." When I got there, I was so relieved to see him calmly lying on the ER bed, reading I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou. My reasoning said, what bad thing could be happening, he is reading I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, surely that is a good sign. Bad things don't happen to people who bring Maya Angelou books with them to the Emergency Room.

As it was, the whole ER seemed to think nothing bad was happening to him. He knew. But he just stayed calm as he read his book, as his stroke symptoms continued to get worse, as they continued to give him one pill every hour or so, trying to lower his crazy high blood pressure. I reassured myself that if they didn't seem worried, I wouldn't either. I wish I would have screamed like an insane wife for them to do more.

There are not two but three kinds of strokes. The bleeding type, the clotting type and the type he had, where the vessels are constricted because of high blood pressure. High BP is not something to mess around with. Strokes are scary. For us, we are happy he was "just" left with tingling and numbness, it could have been so much worse. But who wants "it could have been worse?" We know it could have been better. You only get one body, but sometimes you get another chance to be good to your body. We are not blowing that chance. We are not living with the mantra "everything in moderation." Tell that to a freaked out wife who thinks her husband could die or lose his great mind. Moderation my foot, we are living to the extreme! We are living like hamsters on a diet.

 Life is Better Than Food. Friends and strangers marvel when they find out all we have given up food-wise. They say they could never do it. To us it has been a no-brainer. Others are amazed that I eat the same way. But why would I continue to eat the stuff that almost killed one of the greatest minds I have ever known? That almost stopped one of the biggest hearts around?

We aren't militant vegans. I wear leather. Hey, if the whole world gives up beef, I'll switch to hemp shoes, but until then I can't pass up a cute pair of leather sandals. And we eat honey. It's not like anyone has a "bee bee gun" to their little heads forcing them to work. I am much more concerned about the tomato workers in Florida working in abominable conditions than I am about bees or silkworms or already dead cows. When I see the videos of filthy slaughterhouses, I am so glad we don't eat meat, but health reasons were our motivating factor.

Yet I do prefer using the word vegan rather than the term plant-based diet. Vegans are very often annoying and self-righteous (me included), but at least when someone hears that word, they stop to think whether they put bacon fat in the food they are about to serve the Big E. (Or at least I hope they do.) This is a meat eating society, and it is hard to swim upstream - "you don't eat FISH either??" -  but we've got our fins flapping like crazy going up that stream.


We are plant-based.
We are starch-based.
We are vegan.
And Ernst is here.

or not

before

and after?

Bill Clinton - meat eater

Bill Clinton - vegan

Didn't Zone Out at the Zone Visit

seriously sleep deprived

Well, I survived the day. I came home last night (this morning) with my brain going bonkers with images of security cameras at schools. One call had to be made to the police, the rest were false alarms. I tossed and turned and morning came way too fast. I knew when I woke up there was no way I could make it to Morgan's baptism.

I ended up getting to Fairfield in the afternoon. We worked on that construction project for a whole year, working 2 or 3 times each week, but I somehow still missed the exit. I got there in time to hug Morgan, who had just cut my hair two days before. Of course I couldn't fix it like she did, I'm all thumbs with my hair on the best of days, but after last night I was even more thumby than usual. I put my stuff down up front, and then went to pick up some food before the Zone visit started. I got back, and all the people who had been inside earlier had been asked to leave and wait outside for the official opening of the doors. Where was my stuff? I had just bought a new notebook and everything.

When we were let back in, I went to Lost and Found - no bag. I found out my stuff was where I had left it, we still had our great seats. Thank you Morgan, because of you we had sixth row aisle seats right in the middle. It was great, and the sheer amount of people there finally woke me up. We saw lots of old friends from all different times and phases in our life. It was a wonderful evening all around. Now I am seriously getting some shut eye; the bags under my eyes are becoming suitcases.

Sunflower Drive In Wins Zagat Award!

Sunflower Drive In

One of our all time favorite places to eat is Sunflower Drive In. It's a little funky place in the adorable part of Fair Oaks, CA where chickens roam free, but are never on the menu. Ernst always has the Nutty Burger, while I'm a fan of the Nutty Taco. They are vegan, filling and yummy - a treat that always delights.

We have known the owner Becky for a very long time, my mom was in her congregation before moving back east. My brother used to hop on his motorcycle to go on Nutty Taco runs for us, it has been around that long. Well, lo and behold, it just won a Zagat Award! Congratulations Becky. Please never close. Please never close! We'll go nutty without our Nutty Burgers!

Nutty Burger

Not a future nugget

Calgon - Take Me Away

When I was a kid, there was a television commercial that played often. There were scenes of a busy woman's day: cooking, kids yelling, housework, phone ringing etc. The woman would say, "Calgon - take me away!" The next scene was this same woman, in a beautifully clean bathroom, inside the clean and perfect tub, surrounded by bubbles as she soaked away all her troubles.

I remember thinking as a kid, well that doesn't solve anything lady, your life is going to be even worse once you get out of that tub! But the saying stuck, and I repeat it before a busy time in my life. This will be a Calgon - Take Me Away Weekend.

I am still in training with my new job, there is much to learn. Did you know there are snakes at schools and worms falling from the ceilings, not to mention the fire department is often sent out if someone burns microwave popcorn? The calls are all day, varied to the point of being humorous. I am in awe of the person who is training me because she makes it all look seamless.

Tomorrow I work until 2 am, and then somehow want to make my friend's daughter's baptism in Fairfield Saturday at noon. That is the night of the Zone Meeting, so I'll just stay until then at the Assembly Hall. The next day, Sunday,  I work again and our meeting was switched to that night, and then work again on Monday and another meeting that night. I think Tuesday is free, so I'll sleep in and start the month off behind, I'm super good at that. I need to start another quilt too. How did I ever work before? Unemployment, why did I not enjoy you more!!!!

My Do One Thing a Day October List (in small font because it is really boring)

 Cleaned out little medicine cabinet. It now has a “his” and “hers” side. “Hers” has more stuff. 

       Got my unemployment docs filed and organized for our little Romanian class.

      Cleaned out the car, organized the glove box, got the garden tools out of the rain. 

     Cleaned up the files in my Romanian folder.

       Organized the drawer of my nightstand. Found my United voucher.

       Cleaned out the shelf in my nightstand. Found a Starbucks card.

       Filled out the paperwork for my new job.

       Cleaned off my desk. Found the 44 invitations to the Zone visit! Plus a Hancock’s return card.

       Cleaned off the washer and dryer, and put all my quilt fabric on top in bins or bags.

   Did RBC work for Ernst and did a document for Petr.

  Cleared out the spice drawer. Found a spider living in there.

  Got the quilts ready for the craft fair, made tags, made the price list.

   Cleaned out the cupboards in the bathroom – Ugh lots of hair!

   Worked on Romanian stuff for CO visit.

   Better organized the laundry area and fabric bins.

   Worked 18 hours RBC this weekend and was too beat to think.

   Cleaned out the top drawer in the little white cabinet.

   Switched purses and wallet, found the Lowe’s card (!) and another Starbucks card worth $25.

  Cleaned the knife drawer. Removed the phone chargers from the knife drawer.

.   Organized my sewing drawer.

   Cleaned the food cupboards.

   Molly gear cleaned and organized.

   Cleaned under the kitchen sink. Ick.

   Organized my computer files! Backed up the Romanian stuff, finally. 

  Cleaned out the flat pan drawer and the liquor cabinet. Found Molly’s flea meds with the booze.

Still to do, and avoiding them: linen closet, desk AGAIN, tool bench, garage, get out my winter clothes and that should be it.

Almost forgot, Buy Calgon!

Squeezing in One Last Picnic

What happens when you take a perfect October day, add in a nice park setting, a group of Moldovans and all their kids, our new CO and wife, squirrels, dogs off leash, food tables...and Molly? Surprisingly, a really great picnic with no lasting damage.

We arrived with our arsenal of equipment: water bowl, harness, leash, cable ties with carabiners, wet wipes, blanket and the reason for all of it, Molly. We drove up and saw a family in our group had arrived with their new chihuahua; no leash, no collar and of course all Molly wants is for someone to pass the mustard - hot dogs at the park! I took the string out of a boy's hoodie and fashioned a leash for the little ankle meister, and we decided to stay.

Because it just isn't a party without dancing, someone brought the necessary generator to run the music. Our new COs are quite the dancers (and volleyball players and Frisbee throwers and dog lovers). It was incredibly touching when the circle dance moved over to dance around Mama Elizabeta, the matriarch of our biggest family. She is wheelchair bound now and it was very endearing to see her clap her hands with the music as the dance came to her. These people continue to melt my heart.

Molly was in her glory. Kids galore to pet her and fuss over her. We have a new young girl in our congregation who learns differently than most. Our interaction to this point has been just waving at the meetings. I seriously doubted she would, but was pleasantly surprised when she let me lead her over to the Molly Girl to sit with us. She sat on my lap for so long, I thought I would never get my legs to wake up. But after time, she was totally relaxed around the dog and was saying Sit Molly. I loved speaking Romanian with her, she understood me and she reintroduced me to the Romanian word for soft, which is close to Molly. I wonder if they all think we named our dog Softy.

I was feeling really good about the whole afternoon. We were such great dog owners, so prepared and forward thinking. Patting ourselves on the back, we left the park as the first hints of sunset appeared. We were almost home and AHHH! I left my purse at the park. You left your purse? Where? Umm, sort of hanging in a tree. Hanging in a tree? Who hangs their purse in a tree? That would be me, nearing five decades of life, still not capable of pulling off a dummy free event. Some friends were still there, the purse was still there, lesson learned, next time I'll hide it under a rock.

a little lower, yes that's the spot

enough attention, where's the food?

with my little buddy

Our CO setting up a disc golf challenge for the kids

no shame

Moldovan Molly

one gorgeous October Sunday

more back scratchers!

She did knock all the water balloons for the balloon toss into the dirt, but no animals were killed. A good day at the park.

Is Geocaching in China Legal?

Geocaching in China?

No GPS allowed.
The Geocaching site is blocked.
No caches are allowed to be placed.

Legal, schmegal we did it anyway. And it got us off the beaten track and into a couple fun adventures, if not any successful finds.

Geocaching is something we discovered a few years ago. It is a fun way to get out and about to some places you normally might not. In a nutshell, a cache is a hidden container, usually containing a small log book and some little trinkets to give and take. The general location is found using a GPS, but then good old fashioned hunting comes into play. They are all over the place; you probably pass by them all the time in your jaunts around your town.

We have geocached in Texas, New York, Connecticut, Philidelphia, Seattle and all over California. We are disappointed when someone's idea of a good place leads us to an ugly patch of dirt in some parking lot, but when it is good it is good. Here are some of our more memorable ones:

• On a mountain overlooking the Hudson River Valley with my brother and his wife
• In the Reading Terminal Market in Philly with my sister, mom and friend Debbie. That was a clever one.
• Soon after Ernst's heart attack, overlooking Lake Tahoe with a group of about 15 wonderful friends. Life is grand!
• At the pier in Ventura, after Aaron and Becky's beach wedding, still in our dress clothes
• Ernst and his friend Jason, finding an underwater cache in October in Lake Tahoe, brrrr
• Any cache with our old dog Kodie, who thought we finally understood what a decent walk was all about: a little walking, lots of stopping, sniffing around and digging

What sign?

Just a little nibble before we put it back

 So of course we wanted to try this in China, we wouldn't let a little law stop us. It's a free country, right? Oh, yeah, not so much, but we were determined. So with our hosts looking the other way, as in going to do something totally more worthwhile that day, we set off. Because you can't use a GPS there, or rather it is illegal to use one, we just had some sketchy maps from the Internet. There was a long subway and bus ride, and then lots of walking. We were in a very westerny area with lots of expats. There was a big park and fancy new apartment buildings. Toto, are we still in China?

We walked and walked and walked, trying to figure out some really bad instructions. Or maybe my husband just copied them down wrong? We were trying to look so nonchalant as we snooped around the entrances to these fancy compounds. There were guards and gates and lots of construction going on. We lifted up many rocks and bricks and pieces of wood, but we knew the trail was cold. We pretended to be looking at the planted landscaping, so rare there. There was something in the instructions about a lion, and I was convinced it was near an apartment called Lion's Gate. How many times, though, can you walk past a guard, peering into the ground cover and not appear suspicious? If only we had a dog, it would have been so much more natural looking. It occured to me after awhile - this is illegal, we don't speak Chinese and what would I tell my mother if we got in trouble?

Geocaching in China with no GPS

Enough of that one, on to the next. This one was on some hill near a pagoda, near the Forbidden City. Again, more endless walking. We passed by the Forbidden City, not at all interested in entering, intent on finding this unnamed hill on another badly drawn map from the Internet. We walked down one street and were immediately stopped by some police officers, but we just acted lost. We're really good at appearing to be lost tourists, we have so much experience.




It finally occurred to us, we must give up on this one too or we will be terribly late for our dinner with our friend Mr. Pitt from the States. We got on a hilariously crowded bus, missed our stop and ended up getting a quick walking view of Tiennamen Square, a nice bonus. We were late for dinner, but full of images of parts of Beijing we wouldn't have seen otherwise.

up to no good

If you want to try it, bring your most comfortable walking shoes, really clear maps, sunglasses to hide where you are staring and a sense of adventure. If you get in trouble, don't call us. Geocaching in China? Who would do such a thing?

First Day of New Job

Here I go, back into the workforce. After eleven months, my first day lands on the week of the CO visit, go figure. I was determined to leave the meeting early last night, but I had a trunk full of bread to deliver, so I got to talking and talking and then came home with my brain on fire. Need to find the off switch, but don't know if I was born with one.

My O is for October, O is for Organizing is going smashingly well. I love the idea of organizing one small thing a day. I have kept it up and feel much better about my house right now. So far I have found:

• a Starbucks gift card
• a Hancock Fabrics merchandise credit card
• another Starbucks gift card
• the missing Lowes merchandise credit card with about $75 on it
• the tickets to the Zone visit for half our congregation, Oops, they were on my desk!
• some overdue library books
• more hand sanitizer bottles than anyone ever needs
• some sweet thank you cards that made me cry all over again 
• a spider in the spice drawer
• and yet another Starbucks card

I'm ready to buy caffeine and fabric and home improvement products while keeping my hands germ free. Three cheers for organizing. Less than half a month to go. Lost gift cards - Be afraid, be very afraid.

Think Before You Pink

Pepperidge Farm Cookies

Imperial Margarine

Vanilla Bean Ice Cream Bars Dipped in Chocolate

Breyers Ice Cream

Hebrew National Beef Franks

Oscar Meyer Lunchables

Betty Crocker Frosting

Instant Velveeta Mac and Cheese

Three Musketeers Halloween Candy

Cocoa Pebbles

What do these products have in common? They are just a few of the hundreds of brands that are being featured this month in grocery stores in connection with National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Buy the food with the pink ribbon and the store will donate for breast cancer research. This is very similar to the campaign in one of the fast food places that went like this: Buy a gigantic sized amount of sugary soda, and they will donate to the Juvenile Diabetes Foundation. Never mind the fact that consuming giant amounts of sugar laden soda is contributing to diabetes in juveniles.

Think Before You Pink 

soda for the cure

cocoa for the cure

chicken breasts for the cure

cookies for the cure

food for thought

This month, this is what I plan to do. Keep doing what I am doing, but just a bit better. My weak link at this point is exercise. I permanently damaged a nerve in my thigh in Zumba class (a truly freak happening, try Zumba, you will love it) and have not got in a groove since. I went to get my mammogram, which I am conflicted about the research on, but I would never forgive myself if I missed an early detection opportunity. We will continue to stay away from animal products, but I know that even vegans can be unhealthy. So more veggie chopping and healthy food making. The food stores are full of healthy choices as long as I hit the produce aisle, whole grain breads and (contrary to popular belief) the middle of the store in the aisles with beans, grains, rice, and frozen and canned real food.

This is what I won't be doing. I won't be eating from a bucket of deep fried chicken for the cure or slicing up cookies from a chubby little doughboy or eating Velveeta mac and cheese or drinking Pepsi or eating anything unhealthy tied with a pretty pink ribbon. Not everything is pretty in pink.