Spring Brain Virus

Yesterday was nice and sunny and warm. Today is chilly. And I learn another illogical function of my brain. In fact, if my brain were a computer, I'd be running the anti-virus software to see what on earth is going on.


Why would I be surprised that the weather forecast button on my iTouch I kept pressing at lunch to see if the outside temp was improving, I say, why would I be surprised to see that conditions did not change for the better even though I set my hot tea right next to my iTouch?

Loving Family Hints

If you click on this, it will go to a wordle page with the cloud of tips for a loving family made bigger. Thanks, Miss Language and Professor!

Anyone Happen to Have Some Iron Filings?

Well. We are "sort of" moved now. And what with being in a new house, surrounded by boxes of who-knows-what, and a baby grand piano whose legs were left behind so we have this thing only Schroeder could play... well, my mind is going to some places that I can only wonder at.


I fell asleep last night after having realized suddenly that our beds are lined up so that we are all sleeping in parallel. I am pretty sure I have never lived in a house like that before, except when Devastatingly Handsome and I were childless. And it seemed perfectly rational to wonder if that means we will all make some sort of giant, house-sized magnet. Some of the stuff I may have learned in grade-school science morphs in strange ways in my brain. 

Maybe I should test it out. What would such a magnet attract?

Spring really is coming.

My favorite song from first grade keeps playing in my head:


I know a little pussy
her coat is silver grey
she lives down in the meadow
not very far away
she'll always be a pussy
she'll never be a cat
her name is pussy willow
now what do you think of that?
meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,
SCAT!


I have cut some for inside to root and share with friends and take some to our new house. The parent plant for these is from my Mum's and it is ginormous, much more a tree than a bush. I love the smooth softness of the catkins.  :)

Just Grab a Fork

Oh boy, how to say this, how to say this.... well, just dive right in... 


Well, I find I am wanting to start this post with "this sign really disturbs me and so I am sharing it with you dear blog readers, to see if it disturbs you, too" when it occurs to me that maybe that will not come across as a caring way to address you. And so I am conflicted... do I share and risk offending you or do I not share? But the truth is Devastatingly Handsome was kind enough to take the photo even though it caused Mr Music to slump down out of view in the backseat lest Someone See Dad Being Weird and think ill of him (Mr Music, that is) and obviously I want to share, and anyhow, it is only mildly disturbing, the sort of thing that spurs blog posts rather than visits to a therapist. So here it is:

This sign makes me about as conflicted about the tavern as I am about this post in general. What do you think about the meatballs? I am torn between their cuteness and the thought of eating a smiling, thumbs-up meatball. Would you order spaghetti there? And, do you find the chef's smile a bit evil? And, what is he holding behind his back?

Heart Day at Our House

This morning Mr Music greeted me with this little buddy he'd built for me for Valentine's day... so he has been named "Valentine." Is he not awesome?

And I am just a bit conflicted about whether I ought to post a picture of the Valentine dessert I made for tonight... see, Devastatingly Handsome has asked me not to post identifying photos on my blog, and, well, I made a mini-Devastatingly. So, here is the deal: I am going to post the picture and you are on the honor system that if you see Devastatingly IRL some day you will not say, "Oh, I know you. I saw your face on a cookie on carpebanana." Please. That would be bad for our relationship.

Burglars and Bananas in the News

I am very loudly in denial of the virtual white-out outside my window here and dreaming of my upcoming trip to Barbados and blogging instead of mentioning anything at all about hating snow.

AnyasFriendMe who also happens to be TobysBrotherMe and whose blog appears to be in even deeper hibernation than this one, sent me a message about a news item about bananas. It is at a site with the duh name of ireallylikefood.com . Makes me want to start one called ireallylikechocolate.com or ireallyhatesnow.com . But those are truisms, not blogs. Anyhow... here is the link of interest for those of us who like to carpe bananas. My dear bro commented that 

The only thing I found interesting in the comments was that three people who are allergic to bananas bothered to read and comment on an article about how good they are. I wouldn't waste my time reading an article on why kittens make great pets.

My thoughts on this post are 1) I do not think the writer has English as a first language and 2) if you try out the wart thing, let me know. I can just see strapping a peel to my leg or whatever and then telling people, "oh yes, it's a famous wart treatment."


However, this item about a burglar breaking in and folding laundry and preparing dinner is liable to make women across America think twice about home security. It also reminds me of a dream from many years ago, I think it was Miss Language who woke from a Really Scary Dream about a burglar who broke in during the night here and was making coffee and playing the piano. I much prefer the chore-oriented burglar if it is up to me. I foresee a new future for those security stickers that go on door windows:

This property not protected by dust bunnies only. Cleaning supplies are under the sink. I like my food spicy but please save some out  bland for DH. Make yourself at home and be sure to tidy up after yourself.