As The Pizza Cooks — Episode 21

It’s been snowing all day.  Unusual for our town.  We decided not to drive to church and instead watched the service on zoom. Then I just settled in at the large sewing machine to quilt my table runner.

We’ve had lunch, tea and measured the snow at about 5 inches and agreed that by the time the snow ends we should have closer to 7 inches.  This is only the second time this season we’ve had snow.  We did have a day of rain awhile ago, but this is the high desert and today’s snow will be about a quarter of all the perception we’ll get this year.  Looking out of my office window right now, the snow has stopped and my neighbor is out with his snowblower clearing his driveway.

The light is fading as sunset approaches and it looks like the roads won’t be clear until tomorrow.  We live out on the edge of the city and are a low priority for the snow plows.  It’s likely that the sun will melt the snow long before we see a county snow plow.

It’s just a day to stay indoors and wait for warmer weather.

Yesterday was the interesting day.  After a nice dinner with our daughter, we went to hear our local art museum to hear the live recording of the podcast, “Museum Confidential.”  I’d never heard of that podcast before.  I don’t listen to a lot of podcasts, but from time to time I find an interesting one.

This podcast is hosted by Jeff Martin and is a look behind-the-scenes of museums.  They were interviewing the curator for the Nevada Museum of Art and the artist Cannula Hanska Luger about Luger’s exhibit at the museum titled, “Speechless.”  Heather and I have seen the exhibit and it’s always enlightening to hear what the artist has to say about their work.

It was an interesting conversation and I found it interesting that the relationship between curator and artist is more complex than I thought.  Normally we think of a museum curator as the person who maintains the catalogs and archives of the museum and decides what is on display and what is in storage.  Turns out to be much more than that.  Especially for an art museum.  While the museum does have historical artifacts and is a repository for the past, it also strives to engage and educate us and has a eye towards the future as well.  This museum does a have good collection of art from the part, but it also works with contemporary artists to bring current and living art to the community.  It also has a strong education program with a lot of art classes for children and adults.

I won’t relate the whole conversation I heard — the pizza’s cooking — the big thing that impressed me was that there is a dynamic between artist and curator that I hadn’t expected.  Luger’s exhibit wasn’t a finished piece of art when they invited him to show something and his conversation with the curator and museum community along with a visit to the museum influenced what he brought to show and in fact inspired him to create certain pieces just for this show.

I think the podcast will be published later this week on NPR’s website if you want to hear it.

That’s it for this week.  Full dark is here and I’m still thinking about last night’s program, this morning’s sermon and am waiting for the timer to buzz so we can eat pizza in our warm home.

But I’ve also noticed, that a neighbor of ours who is a lineman for the local power company is still not home.  He left hours ago in his repair truck and while I wait in the warm with my thoughts, I wonder about him pulling wires in the snow to restore power to homes that are now in the cold and dark.

I hope you’re home warm or have a neighbor like mine who’s willing to work in the snow and cold to bring warmth.

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Friday Wisdom – Insurance

I had to talk to an insurance agent today. Nothing serious, but apparently you have to actually pay them for the policy to be in effect. Who knew? Anyway here’s everything else I know about insurance:

The manager at the insurance office told all his employees, “You’ve worked really hard this year and as a reward I’m giving everyone a check for $5,000. If you work as hard next year, I’ll sign those checks.”

Needing insurance is like needing a parachute. If it isn’t there the first time, chances are you won’t be needing it again.

Insurance agents never retire, they just expire.

What’s the best thing about turning 60? Life insurance agents stop calling you.

I thought the group insurance policy was great — until I learned that the whole group had to be sick to collect.

I have a life insurance policy, but the small print is impossible to understand. All I know for sure is that when I die I can stop making payments.

How are a raincoast and insurance the same? You’re never covered as much as you think.

Why couldn’t the chef get life insurance? She was a high whisk customer.

What kind of health insurance to ghosts get? Medi-scare.

My veterinarian said I should consider getting pet insurance, so I asked “What would that in-tail?”

I have a new insurance agent, he said his name was, “Justin Case.”

My grandson just got his first job out of college and was offered a retirement policy. If he makes the payments for 15 years, his insurance salesman can retire.

My daughter said she was skeptical about vision insurance. I said she should at least look into it.

The fisherman was angry when his boat capsized and all the fish swam away. To make is worse the insurance company refused to pay the claim saying it was an act of cod.

What kind of chocolates do they have at an insurance agency? Premium chocloates.

If you Lose a Husband:

Agent: Do you know the value of your husband’s life insurance policy?

Woman: What do you mean?

Agent: Well, if you husband dies, what would you get?

Woman: Oh, I’d get a poodle.

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Wednesday Working — Wall Hanging Done

I finally have a completed project to post. I’ve been working on this wall hanging for a long time. Last week I completed all the quilting and the binding. Today I made some wall brackets and have hung this over my cutting table:

Here’s a close up:

Next quilting project is a table runner and in the wood shop I’m working on a table. Neither are worth pictures at the moment, but hopefully next week I’ll have some progress to report. Until then, if you need me, I’ll be at the table saw.

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Sparrows and Stuff

This month the topics for the church’s writing group where, sparrows, favorite books from childhood, and how do you strive to be the same or different than your parents. You’re supposed to pick one subject to write about. I choose to write about all three. Here’s what I wrote:

Let me start by telling you everything I know about sparrows.  It’s a kind of small bird. That’s it, all I know.  It’s likely that a sparrow or two has visited our bird feeders in the backyard.  I wouldn’t know, there’s a lot of small birds and I’ve never bothered to look up who’s who.

As you know there is a Who’s Who for birds just as there is a Who’s Who for people.  The book for people just lists people who are kind of important – rich, famous, movie stars, politicians, that sort and leaving most of us out.  In these days of social media, you could likely just look people up there without buying the book like you had to do back in the day.

Who’s Who for birds in North America is, of course, the National Audubon Society’s Guide to North American Birds.  Unlike the book about people the Audubon Society attempts to list all birds, not just the rich and famous birds.  I didn’t look up sparrows in that book.  Yes, you’d think I would have looked up sparrows before writing about them.  I’ll get marked down for that.

While I’m not sure if we’ve been visited by sparrows, I think we’ve had finches.  At least we have a bird feeder with finch food in it and a lot of tiny yellowish birds feed on it so I’m just assuming it’s finches that feed on the finch food.  I could be wrong.  I mean squirrels have been known to eat bird food and I’d hate to apply labels without knowing for sure.  I did try asking the cats, but they seem to classify birds as easy to catch, hard to catch, or could eat you (like hawks).

Since I was going to write about sparrows, I did look up the symbolic meaning of a sparrow and checked to see if sparrows are mentioned in the Bible. Turns out sparrows are mentioned five times in the Bible – not bad for a small bird.  Sparrows are mentioned in two gospels, in a Psalm, a Proverb, and in Hosea 11:11.  In general they are symbols of God’s care and attention to detail.  The gospels talk of God knowing everything, including what happens to sparrows and suggests that people are worth more than sparrows.  In Matthew, Sparrows are listed at two for a penny, but you get a better deal in Luke where you can get five for two pennies. People cost much more, but an exact price isn’t listed

And apparently sparrows are good at overcoming bad times and a symbol that things are going to get better.  According to my sources (all both of them), sparrows also can represent hard work, a positive attitude, endurance, or perseverance.  All good stuff.

I blame my lack of knowledge about sparrows on the books I read as a child.  I grew up in the 60’s and while we had books back then, I didn’t read much until 1974 when I started reading Science Fiction Novels.  Sparrows aren’t a big topic in Science Fiction.  I do recall loving the Cat in the Hat book and Where the Wild Things Are.   I do recall reading Green Eggs and Ham at a friends house, but couldn’t understand why anyone would want to eat moldy eggs.  Some of my fonder memories of children’s books was from Mr. Clark’s sixth grade class.  He had a practice of reading us a book every afternoon just after lunch.  He was great at story telling. He read books like James and the Giant Peach, Charlotte’s Web, Charlie and Chocolate Factory.

Mr. Clark also read this great story about a 12 year old boy who lived in the Swiss Alps.  The boy’s father was a mountain climber and guide and was teaching the boy how to climb.  The father becomes trapped on the Matterhorn and the boy climbs up to rescue him.  For the life of me I can’t remember the name of the book.

I have tried looking it up, but most of my on-line search results come back with links to a book tilted Matterhorn, which turns out to be a very good novel. It’s set in the Vietnam war where a young Marine lieutenant leads his platoon in a fight on a mountain top they nickname, Matterhorn.  It has absolutely nothing to do with the book I remember from sixth grade or even anything to do with this essay.  Just thought if you like war novels, you should look this one up.  I might still have a copy if you want to borrow it.

Recalling childhood books, I can’t help but to think of my parent’s relationship to books.  My father treated all books as almost sacred.  He didn’t allow you to write in a book and turning a page down or “dog-earing” a book would land you with a long lecture on the importance and value of books.  Strangely enough though, I rarely saw my father read a book.  Mostly he watched TV and sometimes read a news paper.  He did talk about novels he read while serving in the Army in WWII.  He did have an uptick of reading after he joined AA in 1972 and had a small library of AA books and other general self-help kind of books.  In our home there weren’t many books other than what we had for school.

My mother on the other hand was a voracious reader.  She read constantly, even in the bathtub.  I’m serious — I don’t know how she did it, but she’d disappear into the bathroom with a book and read for an hour or two.  Every 20 minutes or so you’d hear her run more hot water.  She never dropped a book into the water.  Mostly she read romance novels. My mother used to trade grocery bags full of romance novels with her friends and I’m guessing that she’d finish two or three a week.

I still have a great sense of reverence for books and never write in them or dog-ear them.  Partly out of respect for the book and partly out of fear of my father finding out.  I still strive to have his respect for the written word, but actually try to read more books than he did.  I don’t read as much as my mother did and never in the bathtub, but I do know that I should read more than I do.  I tend to read a lot of stuff on-line, but it can take me months to finish reading a real book. 

So when I think of books, I think of trying to achieve a balance between not reading and over reading.  In my youth I did read a lot of science fiction, but these days I’m more likely to read poetry.

Well, if you do know any good books about sparrows, let me know.  I should probably read them.

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