This one worked: Mix one teaspoon salt, one tablespoon flour and enough vinegar to make a thick paste. Rub paste on surface and let dry completely. Rinse in warm soapy water, buff with clean soft cloth.
Enough said, but for the future, here’s what to do if Josie or Maggie loses their ipod touch:
Go to me.com
Put in apple id which is our regular home email address.
Choose the device we want to find and have it transmit a sound for 2 minutes.
Shelter and Live Wire devoured in a 36 hour period. Harlan Coban. Mikey and Myron.
Preordered Reamde and Snuff. Reamde came and I am reading now. Another huge black book by Neal Stephenson. It is a mystery what I like so much about his books. It is also interesting that it is another hacker/computer gaming thriller considering I also just finished
Ready Player One a first novel. As John Scalzi says, a nerdgasm. One of my favorite throwaways was the fact that Cory Doctorow and Wil Wheaton were long uncontested presidents of the internet world.
The Lock up Artist – Steve Hamilton. Great characters even if the story was hard to watch, like a train wreck.
One morning, it snowed so hard, so long, so heavy, that they sent us home from school halfway through the school day. I don’t know why I didn’t get on a school bus home but I must have called my mom. She told me to walk to the library and wait and that after she got out of Freeport and drove home, and got my brothers–both of whom would have been in elementary school–she would pick me up there.
I remember walking there, down the left side of the street, to the only street light in town (a blinking yellow one) past the cemetery on the corner, until finally crossing over to Prince Memorial Library. I was (maybe still am?) patron #362. I still have my blue library card. Mrs. Peters, tall gray-haired and generous, and Mrs. Paul, shorter, rounder, darker haired and cheerful were the librarians. I don’t think Mrs. B was there that day. Just, it turned out, me and Mrs. Peters and Mrs. Paul. I had only started patronizing the upstairs of the library–the ADULT part of the library–recently and had never sat for any length of time in the leather chairs by the big windows. That day, I had them all to myself. I read The Winter’s Tale by Mark Helprin. I don’t think I understood much of it but I loved it. In my memory I was there for hours and hours. Probably I was there for an hour but not much more. And, now that I think of it, probably Mrs. Peters and Mrs. Paul stayed because I was there. Thanks, Mrs. Peters. Thanks, Mrs. Paul.
I never think that summer is over til my birthday so still 4 days to go. This summer has been unexpectedly complicated but has some highlights too. I don’t do quotations, no matter how hard I try I can’t remember them or remember that I’m supposed to remember. That said, my mother shared a quotation from a book she is reading currently with me and it gets at the heart of stuff with my brother this summer: “You were unsure which pain is worse: the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.” [Everything Beautiful Began After, Simon Van Booy, 2011 ] Also on the table as a major overarching theme is the relationship not just between kids and their parents but specifically mothers and daughters. Andrea and Sheryl and Judy. Me and Josie and her new 11 year old self, not wanting to play guys with Maggie anymore and taking long walks with girl friends. Me and Maggie and her new 9 year old self, still confidently playing with guys but sometimes with younger kids that she is “sitting” and also her stunning perspicacity. Me and my own mother. Barbara and Sylvia and Cindy and Nancy. So I default to a list, as always. And end with a picture of the stacked books quilt I made for Jean on HER birthday last month. I’ll try to post a picture of my banjo, my birthday present from Jim.
1. The air in Maine is sweet and soft in the summer.
2. Laura Lippman mysteries.
4. Making a playlist of songs from Bones.
5. Walking in the mornings.
6. Getting to die at home with your family.
7. Getting to tell your family the truth.
8. Being part of a community that helps each other in diverse and mysterious ways, as well as all the normal ways.
9. Our Library.
10. Taking quilting class with my mom, sharing recipes, calling each other, watsu.
11. Unfinished Business 2011 – got to learn how to crochet a necklace and almost finished putting together a quilt.
12. Learning how to play the banjo! My one lesson with Neil James.
13. Cleaning the basement with my Dad.
14. Learning how to make floor cloths with Karen, my Mom, and Sharon.
15. Making a stacked books quilt for Jean and getting to go to her surprise birthday party.
16. Reading and working through Knots and Surfaces.
17. Texting Sheryl many nights late.
18. Going to McDonalds for an iced tea with Dad.
Not so good
1. Having to change your life unexpectedly, in a way that affects some of your deepest held desires.
2. Dying at home with your family.
3. Needing a lot of help from your awesome community.
- Forgot to bring cookies to booksale volunteers on Thursday. Was forgiven. Must bring on Saturday.
- Maggie slept til around 4 both days and then got into bed with us.
- Franny and Pearl came over for a short playdate yesterday.
- Josie and India had a sleep over on Wednesday night after they spent the day together on Tuesday and had Cordy’s good-bye party on Tuesday night at Maeve’s house from 4-8.
- Playroom looks great- took hours and hours of work and the rest of the house is still suffering.
- Wednesday Maggie went to Nana and Pupa’s house and had a wonderful time.
- I was having a wonderful time in my house cleaning and dubbing around. It was great.
- Headachy and down on Thursday. No reason aside from the usual, on Friday.
Wouldn’t be summer without it. And, it turns out, a lot of Bones. I’m leaning toward Ranger.