When we had the ceiling fan installed in my office I asked our handyman to check our doorbell. Since we had arrived here it gave out one lonely ding, not even a dong. In preparation for his arrival I did some investigation, and pressed and held the doorbell. Turns out that it was supposed to play the full Westminster chime, just like the doorbell I installed in Gilroy. Our handyman discovered that the doorbell was loosely wired and missing the required diode to play the full chime. He happened to have a doorbell on his truck with said required diode. Now the bell rings properly. And now it’s lighted to boot.
Then there are the lights in my office. I wanted the two floor lamps to run off the wall switch, but I couldn’t find which plug in my office the wall switch supported. As far as I could tell, the switch didn’t operate any of the plugs. So when we moved in I plugged the floor lamps into a plug attached to a switch via a long cord. That plug went into a power strip. I have made great use of these things on my various 900 mhz audio transmitters.
Our handyman pointed out which outlet supported the wall switch. It was the one that was upside down, just like at our house in Gilroy. Duh. I guess I had only tested the bottom plug, but it was the top plug that the wall switch supported. So now both floor lamps are operated from the wall switch. Much better.
All good stuff, even if I feel silly more than a year after moving in for not having figured out the plug thing in the first place.
I know, I have complained a lot about all the reality and competition shows on Food Network. But really, over the weekend I can DVR plenty of actual cooking shows to get me through the week. And then, I did admit here to enjoying Cooks vs. Cons, hosted by the dapper Geoffrey Zakarian.
Now Terry and I are getting hooked on the twelfth season of Food Network Star. It doesn’t hurt that the hosts are the likeable Bobby Flay and the alluring Giada De Laurentiis. Nor does it hurt that they bring on other Food Network hosts as guest judges. Yes, it’s slick and highly polished. I suspect that parts of it must be scripted. But I find myself caring about the contestants. There are the ones I like and am rooting for and there are those that I find annoying wish would get booted off the show. And when they’re not, I have to admit that while annoying they seem to be a very good cook.
It’s a guilty pleasure, but a mostly harmless one.
Writers in America was an enjoyable diversion. This is not an academic discussion. Rather Schulberg describes his personal encounters with some of the country’s major twentieth-century authors. Schulberg was the son of a Hollywood studio mogul and as such had an in into that world.
The first essay describes his encounter with Sinclair Lewis. Schulberg was a college student at a time and Lewis was reaching the end of his career. He was warned that Lewis had a hoard of assistants to keep fans away, but he went to the Lewis home anyway, not far from his Dartmouth campus. Lewis was home alone. No assistants, and his wife was away on a lecture tour. They sat together, talked and drank.
Schulberg met F. Scott Fitzgerald when Fitzgerald was brought in to fix a movie script Schulberg was working on. The two got into a lot of trouble together and the eventual movie was universally declared to be awful. Then there was his friendship with William Saroyan and Saroyan’s addiction to betting at the race track. He describes a one-time meeting with Thomas Heggen, author of the original Mister Roberts novel and his struggle with success. Sadly Heggen committed suicide shortly thereafter.
Schulberg writes from a unique perspective, and despite (or perhaps because of) his being a Hollywood studio brat, his description of these encounters makes for a great read.
From the first Sunday Eucharist I attended at Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd here in Hemet over a year ago, I felt welcome and comfortable. That was due in large part to the rector, Pastor Kathleen. She was very cordial and made me feel at ease in the church. Though I have to say I’ve reached the point where I would feel comfortable walking into just about any Episcopal church.
Kathleen is amazing at becoming familiar with people’s strengths and interests and turning those into volunteer opportunities for the church. She very quickly had me writing a couple of articles for the church newsletter. Her energy is unbelievable. I can’t believe how much she accomplishes in the course of a week. Then there are her sermons, which are down-to-earth, practical, and hit close to home.
So what came in the mail last week was completely unexpected. When I saw the envelope from Good Shepherd I didn’t open it right away as I assumed it was simply a giving statement or some such thing and I was busy with other things. When I did open it I discovered a letter from Pastor Kathleen saying that she was retiring and that her last Sunday would be 11 September.
Good Shepherd will be fine. It is a strong, healthy church that has changed rectors before. But I will greatly miss Kathleen and all of her unique qualities.
John Rutter, Look at the World, Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels, February 17, 2008, The Mark Thallander Foundation Choir Festival
You no doubt know that Terry and I are big fans of The Kitchen on the Food Network. On a recent episode they described how to make your fresh berries last longer.
It works like this. Use one part white vinegar to three parts water. Put your berries in a colander and pour the vinegar over them. Then pour the water over them. Toss the berries with your hands to ensure equal coverage. Rinse them with water under the tap and then let them dry out on something flat such as a cookie sheet. Once dried, refrigerate them in a glass, not plastic, container.
We tried this with a large container of blueberries we bought. They lasted a good ten days. We used the whole batch without any of them going bad. Likewise, our current containers of raspberries and blackberries are holding up nicely.
Thought I’d pass this along.
I wrote at the beginning of May that our beagle-border terrier mix Tasha had turned twelve on 1 May. That was based on a reasonably logical calculation that you can read about here.
Last week Terry took Tasha in for her annual checkup. The vet was amazed that Tasha was twelve. Terry said that she had to look twice at her chart to confirm that. Tasha had gained a pound and-a-half since a year ago, but as the vet felt her she was impressed that it was all muscle. She only has one small spot of fat. Tasha does get a lot of exercise in our one-story house. She got plenty of exercise in our two-story house in Gilroy, but being in a single story house here, she can build up an amazing head of steam as she tears through the great room. And blast through the great room she does.
We’re so delighted to have such a healthy, active, loving child.