Random Things That Pop Into My Head
A Little of This, A Little of That (Day 88)
Today, a handful of random thoughts and small moments of awe.
ROCK PUZZLE OF A SPOONMAKER
Reader Mary Sheldon sent us a couple pictures of a home made rock puzzle created by hand made spoonmaker Dan Dustin. Dan’s an artist, teacher and storyteller out of Contoocook and this is the first I had heard of him. His work is so beautiful, here’s a link if you’d like to check him out: Dan Dustin Hand Spoonmaker
How clever, not to mention difficult, to make a puzzle out of a real rock. Our experience with smashing rocks has primarily to do with taking a hammer to geodes! We’ve put it on our bucket list to pay Dan a visit sometime and check out his work. Thank you so much Mary for letting us know about him!
THE ART OF THE CHEESE SANDWICH
My grandmother was pretty world wise and one bit of advice that I’ve kept close to my heart all these years is that you should always be thankful when someone makes you food.
All I’d add to that is to be extra thankful when that food is a cheese sandwich. I can’t think of anything more basic, whether a grilled cheese or a cold cheese slice on Wonder Bread, that’s so fundamental to life.
My surrogate mother, when I was a (somewhat) lost teenager, had the ability to ease my head with the simple words, “Would you like me to make you a grill cheese.” I never said no.
And last night, Little Bean grated some cheddar on a hunk of sourdough and popped it in the micro for 30 seconds, and offered me a bite. Delicious. Heavenly because my daughter made me a cheese sandwich.
NATIONAL SHELFIE DAY
A couple days ago was National Shelfie Day. Yes, I know, there is a National Day for everything. But I appreciate the concept of showing off one’s bookshelves since I can’t picture a home without them.
Someday, I’ll write about my father and mother’s books. Given their blue collar backgrounds, and the fact that to the best of my knowledge my grandparents weren’t big readers, I always found their reading habits interesting.
My dad had a subscription to those Reader’s Digest Condensed Editions and my mom had a pull out cabinet of paperbacks in the basement. Dad liked magazines and books about the outdoors. My mother got us one of those supermarket encyclopedia subscriptions where she picked up a new volume each week when she grocery shopped.
I was surrounded by books early. I later discovered that my uncle was a poet. So, this week, show me your shelfies! I know that pictures aren’t allowed in the comment box below, so email them to me. I’ll make a collage.