Not Drowning, Mothering.
I went to Veronica’s yesterday and watched Amy bounce on the trampoline as Vonnie pressed refresh on the bloggie’s twitter page.
I am thrilled to bits to be writing out a congratulatory blog post to the NDM, as her blog is well written and very funny. She writes about her life with humour and honesty and I find myself nodding along in recognition. You really should do yourselves a favour and go on over and check out her blog, I have no doubt you will add it to your favourites.
I had a small visitor for a couple of hours yesterday afternoon and together we went outside and played in the mud.
Then we went down and fed the pigs and had a bit of a chat about how delicious they are going to be.
We went and raided the fruit trees and Amy found that she didn’t like the furry skin on the peaches but was more than happy to munch away on the plums.
This year has been a really good year for most of my fruit trees, due to a wetter than average winter and spring. We normally struggle for water up here and I am really pleased with how much fruit my trees have produced. Amazing what a bit of water does for a plant.
The whole time that Amy and I were pottering around outside, Harry the dog was at our side. Harry loves the apple trees as he is sure that those green balls are just for him.
And finally here is a photo of my latest garden project. The spouse cut an old water tank in half for me. This autumn and winter I will be busily filling it up with sheep poo, mushroom compost and whatever else I can get my hands on. I am going to turn all the vegie garden into a series of raised beds over the next two years, as sitting on a milk crate and weeding is just so much more civilized that kneeling down on my dodgy knees.
Once Amy had gone home I went to turn my laptop on and found that my grand daughter had decorated it for me. That was my day yesterday, how was yours?
Or in my case to get two uses out of one batch of chicken drumsticks.
Yesterday morning I was trying to work out what I could do with a kilo or so of chicken drumsticks. As I was thinking through my cooking options I also followed a train of thought to do with healthy cooking when you are living below the poverty line. There is so much negative publicity out there relating to low incomes being synonomous with poor eating habits. On and on whirred my brain, busily formatting blog posts until I slammed back into a wall of negativity relating to that blasted review.
I stood in the kitchen chopping vegetables and stewing on the fact that the reviewer had spat out the word recipes like it was a curse. And that moment was when I finally let go of the review. Of course I occasionally share recipes I am passionate about good food as well as playing in the mud. Tosser.
So I need to say a big thankyou to everyone that has humoured me whilst I have been sulking over that stupid arsed review. I am finally over it now and that really is all down to you, my dear internetz. Whilst I was analyzing my responses to the review and giggling at some of your responses to my post about the review, I also had a bit of a think about my blog and why I am blogging. The main reason that I am still blogging is because I really enjoy the ongoing conversation that I am having with you my readers. Thanks to blogging I now have a large circle of online friends and I am not lonely anymore.
Your ideas for the dragon eggs have made the air around me crackle with creative energy. Your feedback, friendship and support gives me respite from the sadness that threatens to overwhelm me. You have all given me a great gift and I am thankful.
So back to the chicken,I threw them into a large pot with a chopped onion, three or four cloves of garlic, some carrots and potatoes. I tied together some sage leaves and fresh thyme from the garden I also threw in a good shake of mixed herbs and a pinch of salt. I simmered the pot on top of the woodheater until the drumsticks were cooked through and then I fished them out and put them aside for later.
Somehow I managed to get sidetracked by twitter and the telephone and before I knew it it was tea time and the spouse was looking a tad gaunt. I kept the peace by giving him a drumstick and shooing him back into his cave shed. I browned off the drumsticks in some olive oil and more garlic and dished them up with mashed potatoes, peas and gravy. Simple comfort food for a Sunday night.
Today I will tart up the soup base that I made yesterday, by throwing in some greenery from the garden, kale and silverbeet. I have a heap of zucchinis that I was given so I will probably throw some zuke in to the pot as well. I normally have frozen celery tops in the freezer that I keep specifically for soups and stock but I have just run out and the celery in the garden is looking very sad.
This pot of vegetable soup will be our main meal tonight and probably lunch tomorrow.I will also freeze three portions for my lunch this week whilst I am at the studio. So I think that I got my moneys worth out of that batch of drumsticks.
And just because I can here is a photo of the moon I took last night. I couldn’t be bothered setting up the tripod so I just went outside and pointed at the moon and hoped the shots wouldn’t be too blurry. They weren’t. Yay.
This year is the final year of my advanced ceramics diploma. The pace has been stepped up a notch and I make the trek in to the polytechnic three days a week instead of two.Two days are studio access days where I am busily refining my throwing skills and getting ready for a serious block of glaze testing. Fridays are spent in a classroom with a group of artists from all the other studio areas. It is a good mix of jewellers, printmakers,woodworkers and ceramicists.
Going into the studio for an extra day has thrown my schedule at home out of kilter and I know it will take me a few weeks to get used to it. I am surprised by the fact that it is nearly March, as time seems to be just racing away. I looked at my blog and thought, I need to let my internet friends know what I am up to and pfft another three days just vanished into thin air.
So here I am sitting here by myself in the quiet of the morning with the thoughts and words swirling away in my head. I keep on coming back to that blasted review and the phrase this is boring slides into my head. Once I start to second guess myself and lose the flow of the story the words start misbehaving and I struggle to string them together. Sorry.
Yesterday our theory group had a full day in the city visiting the museum, the art school, art forum and two exhibitions. It was a harrowing day emotionally as one of the exhibitions, Never Again, a photographic essay of the survivors of the Rwandan massacre was very confronting. As was the subsequent presentation about it and photojournalism. I haven’t fully processed the information and sorted it into its respective boxes in my brain yet. But I will do that here in the next few days, as I think my response to the photos of the survivors of the genocide in Rwanda needs to be shared.
So still reeling from the photo presentation we went up to Cast gallery in North Hobart to see an exhibiton by Vernon Ah Kee. This exhibiton was also very thought provoking and deserves a post of its own as well.
I am working through some ceramic ideas using the plaster slabs and I think I will spend tomorrow making and photographing a series of ceramic ideas. I should be doing the housework and laundry but instead I will be making a bigger mess of my already chaotic home. Oh dear.
My friend Robin Roberts, a talented photographer is going to send me some lovely landscape photos of Tasmania, especially for your viewing pleasure. Yay. These next photos are indicative of the type of work that he does. Robin is a recent arrival to Tasmania and as most people do he has fallen head over heels in love with Tassie and travels all over the place snapping away merrily.
Hello, Veronica here – frogpondsrock will be in a state of flux for a little bit while I try and work out an internal issue that won’t let me change themes without serious issues.
Forgive me!
