tiamatschild: A painting of a woman in a chiton hanging washing on a line (Hanging the Washing Out to Dry)
On Thursday I had another psychiatrist appointment, and afterward, as a reward (I'm terrible at rewarding myself, but I am working very hard at getting better at it and all related forms of being kind to myself) I stopped off at the nearby local free zoo with non-releasable native wildlife again.

It was a good visit - the cooper's hawk decided I was too interested in their breakfast and carefully took it away to the back of their enclosure, one of the rescue big desert tortoises was very near mutiny because it's been so warm that they'd had had lots of time outside in their big outside field, and they did not believe it was too cold this morning for desert tortoises! (It really was too cold for desert tortoises.) And I spotted one of the prairie chickens! Always a treat - they like to hide. But the really surprising thing was when I left, on the road in front of the visitor center, I spotted a killdeer!

It spotted me at about the same time. We stared at each other for a moment. And then it went tippa tippa tippa toe running across the street and across the grass. Nope! Not today, Monkey!

(I wasn't gonna chase it, but I did watch it out of sight, because they have the most interesting gait.)
tiamatschild: A painting of a woman in a chiton hanging washing on a line (Hanging the Washing Out to Dry)
I just used the week's last two bananas, which were getting somewhat overripe, to make sourdough banana bread.

So now the kitchen smells like banana rum!

EDIT: Sourdough Banana Bread (From Mrs Stankey, via Don and Myrtle Holm)

1/3 C shortening
1 C sugar [this is actually a bit on the sweet side for me - I used 1/2 C brown sugar, packed, last night and that worked well, so I am planning on experimenting a bit more, with a bit less sugar, but I'm the only one who thought the 1 C white sugar versions were a bit too sweet, so]
1 egg
1 C mashed bananas [or however many you happen to have - I haven't measured.]
1 C sourdough starter
2 C flour [the recipe calls for all purpose - I've used half white all purpose and half whole wheat all purpose in all my renditions and it's not been too heavy ever]
1 tsp salt
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp vanilla or 1 tsp grated orange rind [I haven't tried the orange rind yet, due to never having oranges in the house when I'm making it, but I mean to!]

Pre-heat oven to 350 F. Grease a 9x5 loaf pan. Cream together the shortening and the sugar. Add egg. Mix until blended. Add in bananas and sourdough starter. Add orange rind or vanilla. In separate bowl mix flour, salt, baking powder, and soda. Add flour mixture to first mixture, stirring until just blended. Pour into the greased loaf pan. Bake at 350 F for about an hour or until a toothpick comes out clean. [And then it says Cool Before Slicing, but I haven't done a good job of that ever. Ahem.]

(From The Complete Sourdough Cookbook, Don and Myrtle Holm, The Caxton Printers, Caldwell Idaho, 1982. ...addendums in parenthesis added by this blogger.)

Huh.

Apr. 19th, 2017 09:18 am
tiamatschild: A painting of a woman in a chiton hanging washing on a line (Hanging the Washing Out to Dry)
The provenance of cheap paperbacks is always interesting. Apparently at some point in its life, my Penguin Books copy of the A.T. Hatto translation of Wolfram von Eschenbach's Parzival was sold at NYU's campus bookshop.
tiamatschild: A painting of a woman leaning over a railing to set a candle in a lamp (Everyday Devotion)
Speaking personally, I think the loveliest thing for a rainy cloudy foggy gray day is a really good local public jazz station, played at a volume where you can really focus on the music if you want to, but can also drift off to focus on Important Other Things as needed.
tiamatschild: A painting of a woman in a chiton hanging washing on a line (Hanging the Washing Out to Dry)
Yesterday after my psychiatrist appointment I went to one of the little local free zoos with nonreleasable native wildlife and watched all the birds eat breakfast.

Well, I say all the birds. All the birds had breakfast available, but the owls were mostly blinking slowly and wondering why the hour of half past ten in the morning existed and, if it had to exist, why they had to have breakfast at it. What is wrong with two am, they would like to know? A much more civilized hour.

The turkey vulture who lives with two bald eagles was super into their mice, though. It ate the tails first.
tiamatschild: Painting of a woman resting on a bridge railing - she has a laundry bag beside her (Default)
I heard the sandhill cranes again today!
tiamatschild: A painting of a woman in a chiton hanging washing on a line (Hanging the Washing Out to Dry)

I've thought about the scene of Bucky buying plums a lot and what it says to me, especially taking this tumblr post on how the way he orders the plums is strange into account, is that Bucky is deliberately ordering the plums weird. He's doing a cognitive behavioral exercise! An exposure! He is deliberately (and harmlessly) breaking a small, harmless, unspoken rule. He does that, the person at the farmstand Socially Disapproves but doesn't do anything terrible to him, like electroshock him into forgetting things, no -

All that happens when you ask for “about six plums” is that you get a judgey look and exactly six plums.

I think he's pressing himself way out of his (probably incredibly narrow) comfort zone in that scene. His demeanor is forced as he interacts with the vendor, and after the interaction ends, he's visibly trying to get himself back under control. He's jittery before he ever spots the headline at the news stand. He's trying to work through that fear and carve out a wider space where he doesn't need to be afraid. He can break the rules and Not Do It Right and Something Bad (an unnameable earth crushing cosmic consequence) will not happen!

...of course. Well. Something Bad does happen, which probably puts him back at square one as far as that exposure goes, but that is the problem with the practice – sometimes your fears may come true after all, even if it isn't likely that they will.

tiamatschild: Painting of a woman dancing a circle dance - she is smiling, her hand outstreched (Woman in Blue Dancing)
More sandhill cranes!

Omigosh!
tiamatschild: Painting of a woman dancing a circle dance - she is smiling, her hand outstreched (Woman in Blue Dancing)
Some of the sandhill crane migration passed by today! They were moving pretty low - I got a good look at their flight posture as they flew over and on. But of course, I didn't really need that: there's no mistaking that call!
tiamatschild: Painting of a woman resting on a bridge railing - she has a laundry bag beside her (Stopping By Woods On A Sunny Afternoon)
Now wouldn't you know it the best verse to this song was made in Montgomery, Alabama. It says “we are not afraid.” Now you and I up here, like every human being in this world, we have been afraid. But we can still sing it. “We are not afraid.” “We are not afraid.”
Pete Seeger, June 8th, 1963
tiamatschild: A painting of a woman in a chiton hanging washing on a line (Hanging the Washing Out to Dry)
I found a leopard frog in Mom's water garden today!

It did not like me looking at it. I feel that's probably fair.
tiamatschild: A painting of a woman in a chiton hanging washing on a line (Hanging the Washing Out to Dry)
Earlier I had to move a really big spider. The spider really did not want to move.

And that was pretty much my budget of conflict for the evening.
tiamatschild: A painting of a woman in a chiton hanging washing on a line (Hanging the Washing Out to Dry)
"No! I turned that in yesterday. You can't fine me! I'm innocent!"

- - - Me, upon discovering that the books I returned the day before haven't been checked in yet, so the library's electronic account records are warning me I have imminent fines
tiamatschild: Painting of a woman resting on a bridge railing - she has a laundry bag beside her (Default)
I finished rereading Clea Koff's The Bone Woman today. That's a really, really, really good book.
tiamatschild: Painting of a woman resting on a bridge railing - she has a laundry bag beside her (Stopping By Woods On A Sunny Afternoon)
1) A very young volunteer oak sapling carefully protected from lawn mowers by a tomato cage.

2) Dozens of graves at the Lutheran cemetery that had been planted with petunias. Magenta petunias. Or deep purple. But always either magenta or deep purple, never both together. Why so many all a mass of magenta or deep purple petunias right at the base of the headstone? I can but speculate. (My speculation involves a community group project and a garden center sale. ...my speculation is boring. But sincere.)

3) Three mourning doves on a wire. The first dove faced right. The second dove faced left. The third dove faced right. Mourning doves like to sit this way, when they sit in groups, and it never fails to get me to crack a smile.
tiamatschild: Painting of a woman resting on a bridge railing - she has a laundry bag beside her (Default)
Yesterday I saw a soft shelled spiny turtle in a local river. I was on an observation deck maybe fifteen feet up the limestone bank, and I looked down and saw it swirl upwards out of the deep brown water. It stuck its distinctive, pointy snout out of the water, took a deep breath, and dove down again. Because its shell was broad and round the bubbles its passage created were huge, and went blorp blorp plock when they hit the surface.
tiamatschild: Painting of a woman resting on a bridge railing - she has a laundry bag beside her (Default)
So, I guess this is not news, but The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl is a fun read.

ETA: This post brought to you, as usual, by a public library.
tiamatschild: A print of a figure with a blue umbrella, walking away along a path in the rain (Walking Home with a blue umbrella)
I am so sick of the broad swathe of Clone Wars fandom that apparently cannot write Ahsoka as a character in her own right instead of some kind of prop to make the men around her feel things or look good. Sometimes a cute kid shaped cardboard cutout to complete a domestic tableau. Sometimes some kind of shorthand scrapegoat for the Council.

So many long scenes where men humiliate her and we the audience are meant to applaud because she 'deserved that' (you can tell, because the author wrote her saying something 'problematic) or it's understandable from the man's perspective, so it's all okay! You can freely enjoy the polemic directed against a girl child/woman. Except! Oh wait! some authors have a woman deliver the dressing down in part. That makes it so much better. I mean, when she has nothing to do but say Wrong And Bad things and be humiliated and have her humiliation serve as cathartic confirmation of their opinions for the audience or sometimes, to educate some other character (usually a man) it's so much better if a woman gets to endlessly correct and lecture and often belittle her, right? That makes it not troublesome at all, anymore!

So many fics where she doesn't turn up except as proof (usually merely in dialogue) that Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi are really and truly good people because they're training her to follow their example whatever their example is that the author believes proves their goodness.

So many author's notes about how they just love Ahsoka, that's why in this fic she has nothing to do but say things that everyone immediately disagrees with and that the audience is clearly meant to disagree with. That are signaled to be bad. Have compassion for her and don't think the author is bashing just because they had her call someone a slur never even used in canon and she's here merely to create conflict and be yelled at. But the author understands she's just been mislead by her culture. They've tried to do justice to her character. That's why she's out of character and here just for someone to take out their anger on! That's why the scene ends with her stunned to silence and deeply hurt!

nrrrrrrrrrrgh

Really it just. It hurts my heart so much. It makes me so sad. So much of the series is about Ahsoka growing up and growing into herself. So much fanfic seems to want instead to cram her into a box smaller than the space she starts out in.
tiamatschild: A painting of a woman leaning over a railing to set a candle in a lamp (Everyday Devotion)
Title: Wolffe and the Wulver's Rock
Author: Tiamat’s Child
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars
Word Count: 984
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing: CC 3636 | Wolffe & Plo Koon
Summary: As a child, Wolffe forgets his local folkloric landscape, and does not find the solitude he went seeking.
Warnings: None.
Notes: For ploappreciationweek @ tumblr – Day One: Hogwarts AU. …I am not always very good at Hogwarts AUs, and this turned into just as much of a European Folklore Influenced Fantasy!AU with a few Harry Potter/Hogwarts elements. *wince* But I did try, and it's too late to try over again. (There's also a lot of worldbuilding that did not make it into this story because it refused to fit.) (Might need to come back to this.)

Wolffe and the Wulver's Rock )

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