Friday, January 25, 2008

Top Ten Reasons

...for Laundering Out


10. Bellying up
to the neighboring bar
to exchange
a $20 bill
for two rolls
of quarters


9. Coming into
a rush of hot air
from the arctic
outdoor
temperature.

8. Filling

all seven

washing

machines

with

laundry


7. Listening

to the

washers

work

while I

waited


6. Reaching

for a

recycled

magazine

on the

rack



5. Reading
in peace
and
finding
its
profound
message



4. Filling all four dryers
and promptly gaining
a refund when one
failed to function properly

3. Having the manager
genuinely thank me
for my business -
$40 worth in one week

2. Spending less than
six hours (over one week)
doing work that usually
takes more than twenty



And the
Number One reason
for Laundering Out is...


1. KaBang.
KaBong.
KaBoomBoomBoomBoom.

With that noise,
our home
washing machine
died two weeks ago.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

The Almighty Artist




uses
our
window
as
His
polar
canvas.





Sharing

today's

mighty

mural

Along

Life's

Road.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Twenty-Two Below


Ice crystals

on the

window

pane

blocked

the

thermometer.



I bundled

up and

went out

to read:

22 below.


I stood in the stillness. A crow cawed. Song birds chirped. The rising sun's rays bathed the tree tops in a pink light against the clear sky. I contemplated climbing the hill to glimpse morning over the moors. Cold air penetrated my nostrils. My skin began to stiffen. I opted to head inside.




With a
closer look
at the
window
screen,
I saw
intricate
patterns.



Inside the house –
more stillness.

The wood stove
furnace blew...

it had been hours
since the last stoking.

Yet the coals glowed...

In spite of

winter and its

Twenty-Two Below.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Customized Twist

I don't make resolutions. I habitually fail to keep them. But I AM trying to finish projects.

Last night, I crocheted a few rows on an afghan I'd started years ago. Amidst its creamy ripples flow a few textured ones in deep blue. I started the project thinking of waves on a lake... and later, loons – my favorite water fowl. When this project was done, I'd planned to sew a pair of coordinating pillows from a fleece fabric featuring the bird with the haunting call. That was about five years ago – when we'd discussed building a cabin on a little piece of property that we'd bought next to a pond where a loon pair nests each year...

Raising a family and fixing an aging house took priority over starting a cabin project. The afghan fell by the wayside too. Until... my cousin announced his upcoming wedding.

I like to give homemade gifts, especially for weddings and baby showers. That's why I pulled out my work bag, counted the rows left to finish and decided have a go at the afghan again.

Last weekend during the bridal shower, we took a multiple choice test. The game's gist was to guess each of the bride's and groom's favorites: color, animal, bird, pet, instrument, candy bar, number, etc. Of the sixteen items, they had five in common. We scored a point a piece for each correct answer with a total of 32 points possible. The top three scorers got prizes. I was not among the prize winners. But I did win valuable knowledge.

Today while perusing aisles of fabric, I found the perfect "pillow piece" – reflective of not only their favorite colors, animal and bird but also the wetland habitat abutting the couple's new homestead. The fabric's blue color scheme matched not only the afghan's textured ripple but also my intended water theme. (I'll credit prayer on all counts.)

With just nine rows and a pair of pillows to go, I'm on my way to transforming an unfinished project into a homemade wedding gift – with a Customized Twist.

Now, about that loon fleece...

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Arctic Canopy




There's

place

l like

to go...







along

the shores

of a lake

I know...








where –

when

the sun

shines

brightly –









upon

the

red pine –

delightfully...








and

the moon

glows –

even at

midday...






I can see

beyond...




the

Arctic Canopy.

One Day

One day
One 8th-grade basketball player meets
One team challenge –
One to dress up each Game Day.

One mother fills number-one son's
One request of
One button down shirt by finding
One BIG clearance-rack bargain because
One wonders: Will he ever wear it again?

One son grabs
One "flashy" tie from dad's tie rack.

One dad teaches number-one son how to tie
One half-windsor knot.

One number-two son laughs off his pants seeing
One big bro all dressed up.
One big bro spouts: You're just jealous!

One 8th-grade basketball player turns to
One mirror – eyes himself and says:

Sophisticated!

One mother rolls her eyes – amazed...

Sophisticated?

One mother utters: I never thought I'd see this One Day.

One dad sputters:
One needs a few whiskers before THAT
One Day.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Smørgåsbord


Today our quilting group met in the afternoon. So, I had time to run morning errands. I was still shopping at lunchtime. (My bowl of raisin bran – long gone.)

On my way to the milk cooler, I passed the bakery cart. A bag of wheat bolillio rolls caught my eye.

This bread's rich taste is very close to that of Norway's kneip bread. My thoughts began to roll: Norway, open-face sandwiches, lunch!

Rather than eat before quilting, I decided to take lunch to share. We usually have "coffee" (beverages with sweets) during our meeting. Today I'd expand our horizons with a smørgåsbord of open-face sandwich toppings.

Back home, I whipped up a batch of Italian salad. I grew to love the Norwegian-deli version of this dish during my college-dorm days in Telemark. My wing mate showed me how to stir in cubed ham for a satisfying sandwich spread. When I wed three years later, another dorm mate sent a cookbook called "Eat the Norway" which included a basic recipe for this popular salad. Here's my version – inspired from my days at Grivi Student Home.

Grivi Italian Salad Spread

In a bowl, toss:

1 small carrot, grated
1 stalk celery, chopped
1 apple, chopped
1/2 cup chopped cucumber
1 pickle, chopped
1 cup ham, cubed
2 cups finely-shredded cabbage

In a separate bowl, mix:

1/2 cup light Miracle Whip
1/2 cup sour cream
1 tsp mustard

Stir dressing into the vegetable mixture. Refrigerate to blend flavors. Serve "open-faced" on a slice of heavy bread.

* * * * * * * *

With my "main dish" complete, I scanned our refrigerator for other Nordic toppings, piled them into a shopping bag along with a serving plate, bread tray and cheese cutter – which Norwegians will proudly tell you their ancestors invented! Down in the church-basement kitchen, I made final preparations for...

...an array

of

Nordic

smørbrød

(translated:
buttered
bread)


Out in the dining room, the ladies worked on world mission projects: laying out fabrics, tying quilts and rolling used-sheet strips for bandages. Soon I heard comments.

"What's Wendy doing in the kitchen?" one asked. Another guessed, "Getting supper ready for confirmation class."

"No," I replied. "This is for us!"

"She's preparing a feast," someone guessed. "I think I smell beef roast and mashed potatoes?"

"It's a smørgåsbord," I said. "I was shopping at lunchtime –"

"Big mistake!" she interrupted. "Shopping on an empty stomach."

"I know. But, my mistake is your reward," I said. "I found a bag of bolillio rolls and was inspired to make Italian salad – the Norwegian way. Pretty soon I was pulling out all kinds of Norwegian sandwich toppings."

When we finally sat down to coffee, I explained:



to
represent
"pølse,"

I used

summer
sausage;



For
farmer's
cheese –

provolone –

topped
with
cucumber.






These
cloud berry
preserves
came from
Sweden's
mountains.




Scandinavians will confess that they guard these berry-patches secrets – just like we Minnesotans guard our favorite fishing holes.


Then I
confessed –

about the
last topping:

real goat cheese

and homemade

strawberry preserves.


"When I first came to Norway as a 16-year-old, I hated their caramel cheese. But after a year immersed into their culture, I wanted to BE Norwegian... and that meant learning to like geit ost. One summer afternoon during an alfresco lunch by the lake, I shaved off a slice, set it on my tongue, and let it melt in my mouth. After the initial bitterness wore off, I grew to love geit ost.

To offset its strong taste, Norwegians use a dab of strawberry preserves – like this one homemade by my neighbor lady.

Værsågod!"

With that welcome and a table prayer, we hungrily part took in the Smørgåsbord.