Can you believe it? This is the ocean nowadays. Must be global warming. The ocean has been like one big lake these past few weeks or so. It’s quite odd really, especially when we saw these surfers doing their best to find some action. Ha!
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Cordova Music Camp Photos!
Last week I went to Alaska and taught a week-long 4-H kids’ music camp. It was fantastic; both the trip and the camp. I’ll write about some of it a little later, but since its been six days since I got back I figured it was high time that I at least posted some pictures. 
See all Cordova Music Camp photos (there are dozens!)
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Can’t wait for 2008!
Baby Monitor Is For the Birds
We live a few blocks from the main drag in downtown
A few months ago, just in the gate from being downtown, I heard yelling by ducks and ravens. I saw a red tailed hawk with its broad wings taking off to the top of the telephone poll as if in slow motion. I looked around to see if the ducks were okay; we have three, and saw only two living. Under the orange tree, lying spread open was bright red blood and feathers and exposed breast bone.… Continue reading ‘Baby Monitor Is For the Birds’
Byron Pusher
In the beginning of this year, Mama has discovered this Dr. Phil-ina who looks like a slim Paula Dean from the Eating Channel. Anyway, this gal Byron Katie has a life-changing way of taking the fun out of arguments. How? well, when you feel negative feelings towards somebody, you take those feelings and turn them around. Let’s role play here: So, think, “That guy is stupid!” Well, when you Byronize it, it sounds like this, “That guy is not stupid! I think he is but it turns out it is a reflection of my feelings towards myself which I am projecting onto this Starbucks clerk who gave me a Double Cha-Mocha Ascretymbia instead of my regular Grimbles Coffeeprimonade.” Sure, it puts a more Taoist Perspective on life, but it’s hard to have a good argument with Byron-Vision turned on.
Spongebob’s always smiling down
A neighbor left a Spongebob pinata on our doorstep a while back. Bob is now strapped to the ceiling in the room where Carl and the boys do yoga every morning. Luke finds it creepy because whenever he does shoulder-stands, Spongebob is staring right down at him… (And there’s something creepy about a guy who is always smiling, don’t you think? —Luke)
Kyle the Channel Surfer
On Saturday nights at 10:30pm Kyle and I watch Seinfeld reruns. He also likes to watch “Whose Line is it Anyway?” a half-hour earlier at 10:00pm. However, sometimes there’s a movie on instead, so he starts his ritual of ‘channel surfing.’
Basically, he holds down the “next channel” button which makes the TV switch channels about once a second. He says that it “sharpens the passive staring skills” but it drives me crazy! I want it to settle somewhere! Five-hundred miles an hour is hard on the eyes when the scenery is constantly changing. To be honest, I usually get up anyway because I don’t really want to watch anything besides “Whose Line is it Anyway?” I’ll admit, I’ve done a little surfin’ in my day but I don’t let that get in the way of telling him to “Stop!!!”
I’ve heard that men channel surf more than women. I wonder if it’s true or if men just do it when women are around to drive them crazy!
On your marks, get set… Raspberries!
OK, I lost. Kyle and I had a raspberry picking contest. Like the boy’s last contest, the goal was to pick the most berries in 20 minutes. I enjoy picking raspberries in the evening, snacking as I go, even if I get scratches on my arms. Racing is not relaxing. It was fun though. I wouldn’t want to do it every time.
Because I lost, I have to write four posts in three days. I have never been a blogger, thinking I really don’t have much to say that anyone would want to read. That may be the case but a bet is a bet. We picked nearly six pounds of berries. That’s one big pie.
Our family’s first stab at dancing
Papa’s been wanting to incorporate dancing into the Abbott Family Band’s performance. The only problem is, none of us know how. Another problem is that we want a non-partner old-time dance and most of the old-time dances (contra dances, square dances, etc.) we’ve seen require partners.
Personally, I’ve never been on the dancing wagon. Bouncing around like an idiot just never really appealed to me—although I know it did in my younger days. However, if I don’t loosen up, then like the drop-out who’s forced to go to military school, eventually I’m gonna have to go to dancing class or improv class so today, I shook my feet out a bit as Papa and Mama were trying a few dance steps while Luke was fiddling. That’s a good start.
I think for most dances, like fiddle tunes, you have to be actually doing it to enjoy it. (And even then, I still don’t like it.) Watching a dance has never been particularly barrels of fun for the eyes. That said, the only dance I’ve really enjoyed watching is Bharatanatyam. Now if there was a way to do that without being a woman and spending a bakers dozen+ years doing it, that would be up my alley! (From there, it’d be a piece of cake incorporating it into bluegrass or mountain music.)
Anyhow, we took our first stab at clogging/square-dancing, as you can see above. Dancing With the Stars, here we come!