Piano

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When I was about 12, I briefly studied piano with a creepy, bearded guy (not that the beard made him creepy, but it’s the one thing I remember about him, other than his bizarrely long, nicotine-stained fingers and the fact that he had this absolutely awful pedophile vibe). That did not last long, because we moved to another part of town where cheap piano lessons were not to be found (mostly because I was busy doing other things, like speech team and band, but possibly also because I didn’t want to deal with another weirdo trying to look down my shirt while I poked out a scale on the keyboard). I loved the piano, though, and kept playing throughout the years. But I am mostly self-taught, which is not always a good thing. In some instances – piano perhaps being one of them – it is advisable to have a teacher to critique and guide and encourage you.

S9 started taking lessons from a wonderful, non-creepy teacher last March.  Shortly after she began, I happened to mention my own small experience with piano, and the teacher happened to mention that she had another adult student, and it just became obvious that I should become her student, too.  Aside from a desire to improve my meager skills, it seemed like a good example to set for the kids, who are being forced to endure their own music lessons.  I am such a horrible, mean mom, making them do something so awful as playing music.

So the teacher and I started last June.  We began with some easier classical pieces that, after several months of work, I can say are no longer being absolutely butchered at the keyboard but are now, instead, only slightly maimed at each playing. The first pieces were Bach’s Gavotte from the Third English Suite and Beethoven’s Fuër Elise.  At our teacher’s Christmas party I played a version of Peter, Paul & Mary’s Gone The Rainbow.  In late December, I started working on Mozart’s Fantasy In D Minor.  I even accompanied O8 at her violin recitals the last two weekends.  Nevermind that my hands shake uncontrollably when I play in front of people.  If we are never uncomfortable, we are not learning or growing, right?

I still have my childhood piano.  It is a modest spinet, not a super-high-quality instrument, but she’s served her purpose without complaint over the years, and it’s hard to part with her.

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My childhood piano, a Nancy Hart spinet by the Grand Piano Co. We just call her Nancy.

But on Christmas Eve, my husband took us out to choose a beautiful, marvelous new piano, which was delivered two days later.  So now we have not one, but two pianos in our living room.

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Our new piano, a George Steck. We call him… wait for it… George.

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I love that, at any given moment of the day, someone is usually playing something on one of the keyboards.   Even O8, who is not interested in piano lessons at all, plays daily.

There’s no moral to this story, other than perhaps you’re never too old to learn something all over again.

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And that music is for everyone, even cats.

This Winter Can Bite Me

This winter has totally sucked. It’s been cold. It’s been snowy. I have been hibernating since the first snow fell in November, just before Thanksgiving. We never get snow before Thanksgiving. There are still leaves on the ground, under all that snow outside.

Actually, we don’t have all that much snow. Right now, we have ice. A crunchy, sparkly, obnoxious layer of ice. It’s not the worst ice  here in recent memory, but it’s bad enough, and it’s worse than the 6-10″ of snow they were predicting. We got about 4-5″ of snow, then the temperatures warmed up just enough to give us freezing rain instead. Lovely.

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Most of the schools in the area are closed today. We’ve had so many inclement weather days in Ohio that the legislature actually passed an emergency bill to change the way schools count mandatory attendance: it’s now counted in hours, rather than “days”, so schools can make up time here and there instead of extending the number of days on the calendar.  Homeschoolers have been counting in hours all along, so we’re glad the institutions have finally caught up with us.  Schools are also sending home “Blizzard Bags”, which are packets of worksheets that kids can work on at home.  They count as a full day of school.  I think people should ask the obvious question, which is: if my kid can do a bunch of worksheets and count that as “school”, why do I need to send my kid to school in the first place?  But that’s another topic for another day.

Although it’s near 30 degrees F today, this has also been a frightfully cold winter. We had two days in particular where the wind chill was -35F or lower.  Temps were below zero for two weeks running.  People in Canada and Minnesota are laughing at us, but we don’t care. We’re Zone 5 and proud.  We don’t pretend to be that tough.

Today, I am grateful for weather that is bad enough to keep us inside, but not so bad that we don’t have electricity, internet, or Amazon deliveries.   And coffee, of course.  I’m always grateful for coffee.

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West Coast Day 2: PDX

We had a full day in Portland, OR today.  It started with breakfast at our hotel: sad eggs, unfortunate coffee, unexpectedly decent yogurt.  The kids ate bagels and some strangely colored round cereals.  Fortunately, that was the worst part of our day.

We took the train into town, planning to make our pilgrimage to Powells Bookstore, but detoured up the Yellow LIne to the expo center.  There was a sportsman’s show going on there, and DH thought it would be neat to see.  He offered to split up and catch up with us later, thinking we wouldn’t be very interested, but I insisted we all stay together.  Besides, maybe we would find something at the sportsmen’s show, too.  You never know.

As it turns out, the show was fun for everyone.  DH found a few things, which was all well and good, but the girls and I found a lady selling licorice and roasted almonds!  We bought a bag of flavored licorices (berry, watermelon, coconut, vanilla, raspberry, root beer) and some delicious toffee almonds.  The almonds were still vaguely warm, that’s how fresh they were.  We noshed the rest of the way through the show.  O7 and I wandered off to look at a leathermaker who had some really interesting bags.  S9 hung out with her dad and looked at outdoor equipment and first aid kits.  Then the girls got a little bored, so I took them into the lobby with our snacks and they did cartwheels until DH finished going through the show.

We walked back to the train, the end (beginning?) of the Yellow line, and caught it back into town.  It dumped us off a block from Powells.  We went into the annex building where they keep scientific and technical books.  The girls and I had just stumbled on a great Top Gear book and were laughing our heads off at one of their antics when my cousin B arrived!  He and DH began poring over some engineer’s manual and it became obvious they’d be a while, so I took the girls across the street to the main store so they could browse the kids’ section.  I let them each pick something out, with the understanding that they’d have to carry it the rest of the day (and the rest of the trip- we were all one-bag traveling).  They nodded solemnly.  S9 picked out a journal and O7 chose one of the Warriors books (paperback, thank goodness).  They spent some time in the picture book area until the guys were finished.  Then we went to Henry’s for a bite to eat.

At Henry’s, we had a light lunch and then walked around.  We stopped in North Face and REI to look at more outdoor equipment, then got B’s truck and drove down to the waterfront.  We sat on a bench and watched the river for a while, wandered down past a beer festival to a rocky beach for the girls to scramble a bit, and chased some ducks.  Later, we met B’s girlfriend R at Red Robin near their apartment in Beaverton.  I had a delicious raspberry lime soda with my burger and sweet potato fries.  The girls had spaghetti.  DH went against type and ordered a grilled chicken breast with salad.  B drove us home, which saved figuring out several transit connections, and also offered to mail DH’s book purchases home to us.  We got back to the hotel and i took O7 for a quick swim while S9 and DH relaxed and got ready for bed.

 

West Coast Day 1: PDX

Today was the first day of our two-week West Coast tour.  We are here to visit my cousin in Portland (PDX), my aunt in Eugene, and are spending some time with my brother, who lives near Seattle.  My mom will be joining us here tomorrow night.

We did a version of this trip two years ago, last time we visited my brother and aunt/cousin out here.  On that trip, we flew into SEA and did a train ride down to PDX.  This time, we flew into PDX.  We will do some train sightseeing and fly home from SEA two weeks later.

Our flight connected through Minneapolis (MSP) and was very smooth.  We only had a one-hour layover, which is great when (a) your first flight is on time and (b) your connection is not in a different terminal, like when we flew to Europe last year.  Fortunately, both of those things worked in our favor.  We did hustle to get to our second gate, but still had a few minutes to wait until it was our turn to board.  We took a lesson from our past flying experience and flew Delta for both legs of our trip.

When the kids were younger, we were very careful to try to get three seats together and a fourth seat in either the aisle position of the opposite side of the row, or the aisle seat directly behind our three together.  That way, one parent could sit with both kids, who would not bother anyone if they got a little restless.  The other parent could recharge or, in DH’s case, get some work done or take a snooze.  We would set up a little “play camp” in our seating area.  The girls would often end up kneeling on the floor, facing the seats, and using the seats for their coloring books or toys or whatever.  Now that they are bigger it’s hard to do the play camp.  But they are also big enough to use the tray tables now, and are also very interested in the things coming off the beverage cart, so we have started to use the “divide and conquer” theory: each parent takes a kid, and we sit in pairs of seats within a few rows of each other.  It keeps the fighting to a minimum and lets us each concentrate on one munchkin and her carryon.

Speaking of carryons… I would just like to brag a moment about our packing prowess.  Ever since we started dating back in the late ’90s, my husband and I have traveled lightly.  We did check bags once or twice; maybe on our first Europe trip, and probably the first time we went out west in ’00 because we took a lot of backpacking gear in addition to our regular luggage.  But since then, and especially since 9/11 when the luggage restrictions became much tighter, we have opted to go carryon only.  We take one bag each, plus a technical bag (laptop/camera, etc).  The kids each get a backpack, which they carry, and they have learned to self-regulate when it comes to what toys they drag along because they know how heavy it can get.  This saves so much time and headache; it’s bad enough for an adult to lose her luggage, but can you imagine the meltdown if your kid lost hers?  It also really helps when your trip involves moving around to different locations, like the last few we’ve done.  Most important, it makes your trip about the place you’re going and not about your stuff.

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I went ultra-minimalist on this trip, even more so than usual- and it was AWESOME not having a heavy pack to lug around.  It was a hard decision for me, who is one of those prepared-for-anything people; but with some well-chosen items and some planning ahead I didn’t miss any of the several pounds of things I would have otherwise considered taking.  I took a lot of good tips from Lady Light Travel and OneBag, and might add my own trip packing notes at the end in case it could be helpful to someone else.  Suffice it to say that I thoroughly enjoyed having one light backpack and a camera bag as we made our way through the airport.  While one pair of ladies struggled with SEVEN SUITCASES between the two of them, we nimbly hopped off the airport tram and whizzed through security before they even got to the terminal. It was great having just a small bag to worry about getting into the airplane overhead bin, as our second flight was completely full and space was seriously limited.  When we made our connection in MSP and had to jog to the second gate, I really appreciated our gazelle-like mobility: we could get off the first flight quickly, and it was much easier getting to our second flight since we didn’t have to haul all kinds of suitcases along with us.  I will freely admit to feeling unabashed pity for fellow travelers loaded like so many pack mules in the airport terminal, and caught myself mentally comparing my light and fast pack to everyone else’s heavy, clumsy, metal roller bags.  And yes, I felt superior.  Guilty as charged.   ;)

Anyway, we got to PDX in the late afternoon, feeling like we had conquered the travel game.  Between a nice connection and extra cookies on the flight, we were on top of the world.  The icing on the cake was when some nice couple heading to the airport handed us their MAX rail day passes as we got to the transit platform, so we just had to buy day passes for the kids ($3.30).  We hopped on the Red Line to get to our hotel, and that was that.  Easy peasy.

We stayed at the same Comfort Inn on NE Wasco that we stayed at in ’11.  It is right off the MAX line and also close to a couple different bus stops, so making this our home base for two nights in PDX was a logistical no-brainer.  After checking in, freshening up, and getting our bearings, we decided to venture forth and get some dinner.  We opted for Clyde’s Prime Rib Restaurant and Bar, and hopped a bus to take us up 82nd and a few blocks down Sandy Blvd.

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Insurance ad campaign sign at the bus stop. We saw several of these throughout PDX. The kids thought they were funny.

Clyde’s was an interesting establishment; depending on your temperament, it is either hip and vintage or dated and musty.  I felt more inclined to the latter due to the omnipresent odor of mildew – a scent that did not recede even after our food arrived.  However, it was not an unpleasant dining experience.  I’ve just had a lot better, and in much more aesthetically pleasant environs.

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But the food was tasty, it was reasonably priced for what we received, and the service was excellent.  So YMMV.  Surprisingly, DH did not go for the prime rib, which is hand carved table-side from an ostentatious silver cart by a cheerful man who seems to have several positions at Clyde’s in addition to his carving duties.  After dinner, DH and O7 shared a big ice cream sundae for dessert, and I got the cranberry bread pudding and gave its accompanying ice cream to S9.

With our bellies full, we decided to walk part way back to our hotel.  We followed Sandy a few blocks west to 53rd, then strolled south to Halsey St.  The neighborhood was absolutely lovely.  Every yard, small by our suburban Ohio standards, was impeccably kept.  The gardens were impressive.  Nearly every house had some type of rose blooming and a variety of other Northwestern plants on display.  I wanted to take pictures but that would have been uber-touristy, not to mention creepy.  I refrained.

As we headed back on Halsey, the neighborhood gave way to a more industrial section of town and the sun started to go down.  The kids were also getting tired, so we hopped on a bus and took it the last stretch of the way (about 10 blocks) back to our hotel.  It let us off right at the corner.  We took a quick dip in the pool and soaked in the hot tub before heading back to our room and getting some much-needed sleep.

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Fortunately, my family’s penchant for late nights means a reasonable bed-time when we’re in a time zone 3 hours behind. The kids went to bed with no argument. Tomorrow: a day in PDX and a visit with my cousin B.

Grand Pass, Lame Pictures

Last night the International Space Station made what is known as a Grand Pass over our neck of the woods.

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Apparently, a Grand Pass is when it flies over at 70º or higher.  In layman’s terms, it means the station flies directly overhead (or thereabouts).

DH and I remembered about the 9:47 pass at approximately 9:23.  I futzed about in the camping cabinet to find the girls’ binoculars, and then he suggested I take my camera outside to try to get a photo, so then there was mounting the camera on the tripod and opening the tripod legs, which also took some time.  Finally, I got all of our fabulous optics together and we headed outside.  Amazingly, our neighbor-across-the-street did not have his gigantic spotlight on.  We were pretty excited, but soon realized that the only thing we were going to see was trees.  So we piled into the van, drove over to the soccer fields, realized the fields were closed but parked on the side of the road anyway, tumbled out of the van, set up the optics and got the binoculars ready, and then…

We saw it!

The ISS flew straight overhead.  At first, we weren’t sure we were looking at the right thing, but it got brighter and larger and streaked right over our heads from west-southwest to east-northeast.  Look: I have proof.

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Apparently I need to work a bit on my astral photography. Hey, I warned you that the photos were lame.

The kids were pretty excited.  O7 even claimed she saw the “H” shape.  In any event, hello ISS!  We waved to you from N 41 00.894W 80 33.399 last night.  :)

NH Day 7

Today was Wednesday.  We decided to have a down day and stay near the condo.  The weather was a bit warmer and drier, so the kids had a chance to swim (although it was too cold for my liking).  L and I hung out and watched their lips turn blue.

That evening, we cooked on the grill and had a nice dinner standing around the bar table in the condo’s kitchen.  Silly as it sounds, I like the high table.  It sure makes feeding a crowd easy.

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Today was Tuesday and it was rainy and a bit cold. We had planned a stay-home day to give everyone a break, but with the weather and nine people in a tiny condo it seemed like a better idea to have at least a little bit of an excursion to pass the time. So we headed up to Norwich, VT to see the King Arthur Flour facility.

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King Arthur was interesting. The company has been around as King Arthur Flour for almost 100 years, but it has been around for more than 200 years total. It was formerly known as Sands, Taylor & Wood.

King Arthur Flour is America’s oldest flour company, founded in Boston in 1790 to provide pure, high-quality flour for residents of the newly formed United States. More than 220 years later, we’re the nation’s premier baking resource, offering everything from top-quality baking products to inspiring educational programs—all backed by the passion and commitment of our dedicated employee-owners.

We spent a little time watching the bakers at work. They make pastries and other items for the restaurant/cafe.

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Then we decided we should sample some of the bakers’ hard work. We got a plate of apple danish, cinnamon roll, chocolate brownie, and cookies to share.

It lasted approximately 43 seconds.

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In the shop, I bought a 10# bag of flour. This was exciting, because I typically buy King Arthur Flour anyway. At home, however, there are no 10# bags.  And a 5# bag costs $5.25. 5# bags here were $3.49. I got a 10# bag for $6.99. That was the only inexpensive thing at King Arthur Flour, however. I got some pastry flour, a cookbook, and a mushroom-shaped cookie cutter. That and some chocolate chips came out to almost $60, even with a 15% off coupon. Yikes. Good thing I saved all that money on the flour.

From here, we split up. L and I wanted to do some shopping in Quechee Gorge. We headed up there while DH and FIL took all the kids to Montshire, a science musuem just up the road from King Arthur.

In Quechee, we shopped at the Quechee Gorge Village and had a bite for lunch at a little diner.

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I had the chicken fiesta soup (which was pretty good) and coffee (which was not).

Next, L and I stopped at the Vermont Spirits Distilling Co, where we sampled “Vermont Gold Vodka”. This interesting spirit is distilled from maple sap. It definitely has a hint of maple when you drink it. I think it would make a good sipping vodka. L bought a pretty 385ml bottle of it to bring home.

We walked through an antique mall, then a few other small shops. I bought a couple of small cookbooks at the Cabot Quechee store, along with some maple candy for the kids.  We also stopped at Scotland by the Yard, which was a cute little celtic-import place. It seemed kind of odd to be shopping for Scottish-themed items in the middle of Vermont. But it was a cute store.

Around 5, we headed home and met the guys, who went out for a quick sightseeing tour with FIL. They met us at Salt Hill Pub for dinner. I had some of the best macaroni and cheese there.

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Stuffed, we rolled ourselves back to the condo.  We enjoyed a lazy evening of teevee (Papa) and computer/tablet/phone (everyone else).



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