Cheating with time
Oct. 8th, 2003 07:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
catsittingstillI'm going to cheat with time here and post what I would have posted yesterday if I'd gotten around to it :-)
I bought 10 pounds of apples on Sunday to put in the food dryer, and I haven't gotten around to doing anything with them. I did finally wash all the tomato off the drying racks yesterday, so everything is clean and ready to go when I start slicing the apples tomorrow (Cat crosses her fingers for luck). Money is a little tight right now, and if I let 10 pounds of apples go bad, even at 40 cents a pound, I'm going to feel pretty stupid. On the bright side I ate an apple with dinner this evening and it was still crisp, so I think I'll be okay.
I've been mentioning the Firehouse Jam--a weekly get together of country and bluegrass musicians at the West Hamblen Volunteer Firehouse (Hamblen county is the next county east/north of us, and only about 11 miles away). One of the people I met there is Bobbie, who also plays the mandolin. Yesterday she came over and we sat out on the enormous lawn in my backyard and played together, defying the mosquitoes, who were making the most of their last week or so of life. She taught me a couple of songs, and I actually remember the one that has words :-). The one without words has slipped away like water through my fingers; I held onto it for a while but now it's gone. She also loaned me sheet music for several pieces which I need to copy and get back to her.
Yesterday evening was the opening of the Appalachian Roots--World Connections (I think I have the title right) art exhibition at the Appalachian Center at Carson Newman College. The center is run by a friend of ours, Dr. Lee, so Kip and I went to see it. It consisted of a 20 year retrospective of some of the best pieces from the Jefferson County High School art classes, and was attended by some of the artists, so people could see what they'd gone on to do. Some of the pieces are amazing--there was one drawing of a woman's head with wildly flowing, almost Art Deco-ish hair colored in patterns of red and orange and gold, that I really would like to have on my wall. Serendipitously it turned out that the artist was present for the reception--he's now a Web designer--and he graciously gave me permission to take a picture of his piece.
There were some other pieces that I really liked also, an impressionistic study of a graveyard that included a couple of sunlit sycamore(?) trees that inspired a great sense of peace, a watercolor of a notebook computer (I've never seen a computer look ramshackle before) with interesting wavery highlights of unpainted paper along all the windings of its peripheral cords, some pencil studies of an anatomy class, the youthful slumping students contrasted with the stark skeleton hanging behind them. I'm glad I went and I'll probably go back before the exhibit changes.
And Shannon, one of my husband's colleagues in the Carson-Newman English department, is going to come over next week to play folk music with me. She plays the Appalachian Dulcimer. This will be a belated whoo-hoo, as she was supposed to come over a week or two ago, but was too sick to come. I'm really looking forward to doing music with her--I suspect our musical tastes run along the same folk-ish lines, and I'm hoping she will have some suggestions about more folk-oriented musical activities. I like bluegrass fine, but nothing but bluegrass is like nothing but pecan pie.
I bought 10 pounds of apples on Sunday to put in the food dryer, and I haven't gotten around to doing anything with them. I did finally wash all the tomato off the drying racks yesterday, so everything is clean and ready to go when I start slicing the apples tomorrow (Cat crosses her fingers for luck). Money is a little tight right now, and if I let 10 pounds of apples go bad, even at 40 cents a pound, I'm going to feel pretty stupid. On the bright side I ate an apple with dinner this evening and it was still crisp, so I think I'll be okay.
I've been mentioning the Firehouse Jam--a weekly get together of country and bluegrass musicians at the West Hamblen Volunteer Firehouse (Hamblen county is the next county east/north of us, and only about 11 miles away). One of the people I met there is Bobbie, who also plays the mandolin. Yesterday she came over and we sat out on the enormous lawn in my backyard and played together, defying the mosquitoes, who were making the most of their last week or so of life. She taught me a couple of songs, and I actually remember the one that has words :-). The one without words has slipped away like water through my fingers; I held onto it for a while but now it's gone. She also loaned me sheet music for several pieces which I need to copy and get back to her.
Yesterday evening was the opening of the Appalachian Roots--World Connections (I think I have the title right) art exhibition at the Appalachian Center at Carson Newman College. The center is run by a friend of ours, Dr. Lee, so Kip and I went to see it. It consisted of a 20 year retrospective of some of the best pieces from the Jefferson County High School art classes, and was attended by some of the artists, so people could see what they'd gone on to do. Some of the pieces are amazing--there was one drawing of a woman's head with wildly flowing, almost Art Deco-ish hair colored in patterns of red and orange and gold, that I really would like to have on my wall. Serendipitously it turned out that the artist was present for the reception--he's now a Web designer--and he graciously gave me permission to take a picture of his piece.
There were some other pieces that I really liked also, an impressionistic study of a graveyard that included a couple of sunlit sycamore(?) trees that inspired a great sense of peace, a watercolor of a notebook computer (I've never seen a computer look ramshackle before) with interesting wavery highlights of unpainted paper along all the windings of its peripheral cords, some pencil studies of an anatomy class, the youthful slumping students contrasted with the stark skeleton hanging behind them. I'm glad I went and I'll probably go back before the exhibit changes.
And Shannon, one of my husband's colleagues in the Carson-Newman English department, is going to come over next week to play folk music with me. She plays the Appalachian Dulcimer. This will be a belated whoo-hoo, as she was supposed to come over a week or two ago, but was too sick to come. I'm really looking forward to doing music with her--I suspect our musical tastes run along the same folk-ish lines, and I'm hoping she will have some suggestions about more folk-oriented musical activities. I like bluegrass fine, but nothing but bluegrass is like nothing but pecan pie.
