A Domestic Goddess, I am NOT

                After we had picked pears in Medford for the Church, we gleaned about four bags of pears for us to take home.  Roland took 24 pears to give to friends he had made at the theater, and  I took 18 to my friends.  Most of the pears were not ripe at the time.  We continued to pass them out to neighbors until they became too ripe.  It got to the point where we needed to do something - such as pear sauce or pear cake or something.  I made pear sauce last week.

                Roland is the one who loves to bake and cook.  I was disappointed that he didn't do more of it during his time off.  I prefer not being in the kitchen for a huge length of time.  But Roland has returned to work and more than just the pears have ripened - but bananas as well.  In addition to our ripened fruits, Jaime and I had picked two buckets of apples - which Roland cored and I cut yesterday.  We're currently drying some apple rings and have put the rest of the pieces (5 1/2 gallon bags full)  of apple pieces probably for pie.

                This morning I baked one loaf of banana bread and started on a pear butter recipe that my neighbor had given me.  She had also given me a sample of the heavenly deliciousness.  Exhausted with my morning workout in the kitchen, I decided I needed a break and went to the pool to relax - or at least attempt to. 

                The pool was a nice temperature, but there was a light wind that made the air too cool for the wet skin to enjoy.

                When I returned home, half of the banana bread was missing, and I decided I would have a slice with Maxine's pear butter (as I had not finished making my own).  I had to fourth the recipe as it called for about 15 pears (I would assume enormous ones) which would add up to about 8 cups of pulp.  I had only 11 pears, 2 unusable, and not many in which the entire cup could be used.  I barely had 1 cup of pulp and 1 cup of juice combined.  I had left it in the refrigerator while I was at the pool.  I think that helped, for when I returned, I used the strainer once more and barely had two cups of sauce.

                I followed the recipe as best as I could.  I was appalled with the tiny amount.  It reminded me of having the juicer and getting only one or two ounces out of 20 apples or whatever else was used.  I had to put a drinking glass in the photo so as

Maxine's nearly gone, mine in the middle is mine did not fill an entire marachino jar. 

 

to prove what a tiny amount it was. 

 

                Jenna and I have been putting the pear butter on what's left of the banana bread.  Delicious.  Still a lot of work though. 

Stickler for Recipes

            Roland brought some ham home the other day and thought about making a sweet and sour with some of it.  We already had sweet and sour chicken leftover in the fridge.  I told him to make ham fried rice.  He said he needed a recipe.  I could not find one that listed all ingredients that we had on hand, and so I printed a couple in order to demonstrate that not all recipes contain the ingredients and that it is possible to alter ingredients.  People make mock recipes all the time. 

  

          I am a substitute who works with what I have.  Roland is a letter-to-the-law recipe follower - even down to the measurements.  I told him to half the recipe that he chose, but no.  He insisted on four cups of rice.  And yet we are only two people - sometimes three, but mostly just two as Jenna is a fussy eater.  The end result was enough to take to a ward potluck - which won't be until next week.  Don't really want a dish to sit around that long before allowing others to partake.

            Fortunately, the missionaries contacted us the following day.  We had forgotten we had signed up to feed them.  In addition to the ham fried rice, Roland was able to make his sweet and sour ham (which is almost gone) and we had watermelon for dessert.  Light and healthy. 

Outdoor Pooling

            There were thirteen of us in the pool this morning. 

            Most came believing the pool would not be crowded

and yet it was.

            Josh was behind the counter collecting fees

            I asked him if he would be teaching as

I had not seen Carolyn.

She was home sick.

            So everyone in the pool did

            his or her own thing.

No instructor

Not many lifeguards are left

            during the final week.

Many return to or

            start school.

            The sky rained upon us

while we were in the pool.

            I don't remember ever

            being in the pool when it rained

The skies alone would

            prevent outdoor pools in Salt Lake

            from being open

It was fun to be in the pool

in the rain.

            The water was cold.

            But not like June or July.

This is the last week

            this year.

change in hair and morning sky

        The roots of my hair are white like they were when I was one.  My last dye job was a brown or red.  The white is more noticeable against the dark color.

        I am sick of my hair.  Sick of changing the color.  Sick of putting it up.  Sick of the weight of it on my scalp.  I told Roland that I need it cut.  We cannot afford the expense right now. 

        He tells me to cut my own hair.  What?!?!?  I can't see the back of my head.  How am I supposed to make it even?

        I've been cutting his hair for the last six months.  I don't think I've done a good job.  As I look at myself in the mirror, I wonder.  What if I cut my pigtails off?  How would that work?

        I take the scissors to my hair.  There is no turning back.  I'm surprised at how it turned out.  I had a similar haircut before.  My head is no longer weighed down by a mass amount of hair.  I am happy with how light it feels.  

        I have a bottle of blonde hair dye.  It was on sale.  I may put it in next week to even out the contrasting colors. Jenna doesn't want me to be blonde.  I don't know why.  Could be because her sisters' mother tried to maintain a blondness and we don't want the reminder. 

        On the other hand, the white roots that are there are the same as my mother's.  The white hair she had when she died.  I can live with that.

        This week will be the last week that the pool will be opened this year.  I thought I would complete the summer by going. 

        The clouds are heavy and the air is filled with moisture - finally.  I notice all the gravel in the driveway is wet  - except for under the car.  I like the misty fog surrounding the hills and watching as it lifts into the air.

        Beautiful!

World Culture and Featured Films

            The class I am currently taking is a social studies class which was not part of the curriculum I had pulled from the 2016 student catalog.  Apparently, it's one that has recently been introduced into the system.  Many of the other students whose names I see are ones that I recognize from several classes before.  

           

            Most of the videos I have been watching are ones I can relate to the class - well sort of.  I have actually used one as a reference already.  Friendship Field is a story that takes place in Idaho.  Three sisters are obligated to work the farm as the youngest sister, Iris who goes by Ira, enjoys he last summer of "freedom" as she will be obligated to work the following year.  Meanwhile, a family from Mexico, hard on their luck, cross the border into the US looking for work and end up on the family farm in Idaho to assist the girls unable to get the crops in on time by themselves.

            The youngest boy, Oscar, befriends Ira and they spend the majority of summer together being kids.  Oscar enjoys meeting Ira at the cemetery as his culture recognizes the death symbols with peace and respect.  Ira, like many of us raised in white culture, sees the cemetery as something spooky and to be afraid of.  Oscar had explained his culture to her and I was reminded of the Disney movie Coco and how much time and respect went into the production in order to make it authentic as possible.

             The next movie I watched started with a flashback of a woman dying.  The story focuses on her husband and their daughter.  They are well-to-do financially, but no amount of money can buy the comfort of one's loss.  

I forget the name of the little girl who goes through a series of nannies but has established a friendship with a waitress, Faith, who "lives on the wrong side of the tracks" (so to speak) who eventually becomes a nanny to the girl.  Possibly more, as the story ends with the girl's father making a connection with Faith.

            I enjoyed the narration in Lost in the Barrens.  Jamie, a white orphan, tells the story about being removed from an all-male academic school and riding a train to live with his uncle.  I thought it was a part of rural Alaska, but as he took the train there, probably not.  He meets another boy, Angus, about his age.  Angus has a huge chip on his shoulders as he is treated with disrespect by the white man and doesn't seem to fit in with his own people although he'd like to.  He becomes angry with Jamie when his father goes on a hunt without him;  he feels like he has been asked to babysit Jamie who is curious about things but obviously has no connection to the wilderness.  He disrespects what Angus views as sacred.  It is a story about survival evolving to friendship.

            

            I tried watching Words by Heart and Girl of the Limberlost but couldn't get sound for either one of them.  I had seen both before but do not remember much of Words by Heart.  I was sad about Girl of the Limberlost as I do remember liking that show.  

            Tomorrow's primary lesson is about Wisdom.  I will be teaching the class in Valiants.

No Dice

                I don't know how old the "Feature Films for Families" is.  The earliest date I can find for my research is 1991.  But it seems like my mom purchased films through the company long before then.  Perhaps I am mixed up with my memory thinking that Kayla and Corey were still in elementary school, but maybe it was 1991 and the children were Ellen and Kimball.

               

                I remember "Banjo, the Woodpile Cat" which I believed was an original of the FFFF company as the story takes place in Payson, Utah before Banjo runs away to Salt Lake City.  According to Wikipedia (here), the release date was December 21, 1979.  It makes more sense that FFFF got its start in the 70s rather than in the 90's as the quality of film I've come across has been screaming 70's - although the dates on the case imply years from the 1990 decade.

                FFFF (here) was created with the intention of wholesome entertainment to not only watch with the family but establish conversations and learning.  "What was the purpose of the film" broken down into "Why do you think this character made a certain choice?" and "What did he/she learn?"

                Last year I came home with a box of videos that the library had given away.  There were many from the FFFF collection - some I had seen before but thought I might like to see again.

                I don't know why I hadn't tried viewing any of them sooner, but they stayed untouched for almost a year.  Recently I decided I would watch some of them.  So far, while the stories themselves have been okay or even good, the acting and/or quality of film have been disappointing.  It doesn't know that I was bothered by it before, but a lot of it thus far has appeared amateurish to my eyes.   Some I have finished watching.  Some I watch in parts.  Others I have stopped and rewound and will never finish.

                I have started a pile of antique relics that most people may not even have machines for.  They will go in the next yard sale at 10 cents or less.  I hope that they will find a good home.  I like the concept of the FFFF.  I even see some on their list that I have enjoyed and would watch again.  But thus far, I have not seen it among the VHS tapes that are currently in our possession.

Back to the Basics

            Shortly after I started my schooling online, I made a list of all the required classes that I'd be taking.  Thus far there have been three assigned classes that were not on the list.  One of them is this one I'll be taking for the next four weeks.  I don't quite understand why it's been assigned to me - especially since I've already taken one that has a similar description.  I had received an email from the instructor on Sunday.  She is over the freshman and has presented a guideline for those who have never taken an online course before.  I am nearly a senior.  I think someone entered me into the wrong class as the description sounds very similar to one I recently just completed.  This is nuts.

            The wind has changed and pushed the haze back into the skies and pushed our green back to yellow air quality.  

            I went to the pool this morning.  It was cold like it was in June and July when the heater was broken.   Carolyn thought it was fine, but the majority of class members seemed to be on my side.  Even the lifeguards agreed with me when some were required to get in when our class had ended as swimming classes start right after our class ends.

            I guess I'll start on my discussion.  I don't foresee any struggles for this current class.  No accounting involved!  Should be easy.  I'm thinking perhaps too easy.