My day is made

There is a girl at the bus depot who has a beautiful singing voice. How do I know this?

She sings aloud while waiting for her bus.

She also does birdcalls.

Who’s excited? Me! Me! I am! I’m excited!

Yup, I’m excited. Why? Well, because today I met with the good folks of Murder Mountain Records, a local record label based less than, say, twenty blocks from my apartment, about recording a CD with their help, in their studio.

What does that mean? A whole week in April, spent in the company of microphones, musicians and people who actually know what the heck to do with a mixing board. Sounds lovely, it really does.

I can’t wait.

Til then, watch out. I might sideline you with some scheme to make you play a random instrument on my CD–or, you might not be able to find me at all. I might be holed up in my apartment with my 4-track, my guitar and my notebook, composing ridiculously elaborate versions of five songs of my choice.

Which leads me to my next question: any suggestions? Any songs you’ve been itching to listen to on a spiffy compact disc? Comment. Let me know.

And yes, Morgan’s song will be on there. That’s the plan, so far.

The Subaru returns!

This morning, at 3 a.m., I got a call from the Kent Police, informing me that yes, our car had been found, and yes, it appeared to be “driveable”. Could I meet them at the site in twenty minutes? No. The car was towed.

This morning, at 8 a.m., Mitch set out for Kent with our friend Tuoc, on a grand adventure to reclaim our estranged vehicle. We were thoroughly (I think) prepared for the worst: to never see the car again, or to find it on blocks somewhere, minus wheels, CD player, several windows, ignition switch and so on. What we did not expect was to find it in roughly the state we’d left it (very messy), with a few things broken (rearview mirror, armrest, glovebox), but for the most part intact.

Nothing was missing, not even the CD player.

Now, from the time we bought the car, the lock in the hatch door has been broken. We’ve known this. We’ve looked into getting it fixed, but the fact that it would require an enormous amount of labor and the replacement of certain parts that are otherwise in fine condition deterred us from ever actually having the lock fixed. Yet, somehow, the fact that our car does not lock properly didn’t deter us from parking it in SeaTac, unchaperoned, for an entire week–and look where that’s gotten us.

But here is what we really did not expect: we got our car back (oh joy!) with a few things broken, but with one surprising thing fixed.

That’s right.

The hatch locks.

Also, Jesus Christ Superstar survived unscathed. That’s an awful lot of answered prayer, right there.

Hooray!

The car turned up in Kent! The officer who called us (at 3:00 am this morning) said it “looks driveable.” That must mean that the wheels are still attached, right?

We’ve yet to go pick it up, so more info later.

The mystery revealed

Turns out that “baby block cakes” are full-size (delicious, many-layered) cakes, decorated to look like baby blocks. They were a whole lot of fun to make, definately–I was in charge of piping the ABC’s and the ducks. On a random note, I fell for one of those one-question quizzes, and got a good laugh as a result:

Thea – [noun]: A person with a sixth sense for detecting the presence of goblins ‘How will you be defined in the dictionary?’ at QuizGalaxy.com

By weekday, a mild-mannered dental assistant. By weekend…

For the last month or so, I’ve been working for my friend Ashley the Pastry Chef in her gourmet dessert catering business. She’s teaching me tons, and I’m quite enthusiastic about this. In fact I’m so enthusiastic that if you’ve talked to me recently, you’re probably sick of hearing about Ashley and her fancy desserts, and I apologize, but seriously, I’m having a great time learning the tricks of the pastry trade. I made meringue this morning for fun.

I’m not joking.

And if you know me at all, you know about my sweet tooth–it’s enormous. Putting me in a kitchen with gourmet desserts is dangerous, not least because “official taster” has somehow worked its way into my job description. I’m pretty sure I’ve gained a few pounds already in hazelnut cookies and drinking chocolate.

Speaking of teeth, the irony of my two jobs is not lost on me–my new favorite joke is, “during the week, I solve the problem; over the weekend, I create it.” Dentistry and sweets. Perfect. At least I have free dental, right?

Tomorrow I go to work for Ashley, and I hear we’re making “baby block cakes.” I’m not sure what these are, though several possibilities come to mind: cakes shaped like alphabet blocks? Mini cakes shaped like babies? Or just regular old rectangle cakes, but small? I don’t know. But I’ll find out, and then I’ll tell you.

Crafty Coyote: The Christmas Edition

In an earlier entry I mentioned Christmas gifts–how I was making them, every one, this year, and how it would be dirt cheap. I mean, heartfelt and crafty, not cheap. Did someone say cheap?

Anyway, now that the holiday has come and gone, I can unveil to you my grand scheme for thrifty Christmas success. Here is a complete gift:

That’s what they looked like, packed up and ready to go. The contents of one gift may or may not include one or more or none of the following:

A stack of hand-drawn greeting cards (blank white cards purchased in bulk–years and years ago–and decorated with calligraphy, felt pen illustrations and/or metallic gel pen highlights), attractively wrapped with hemp cord left over from the hemp craze circa 2001.

Origami ornaments. Remember the origami boxes I mentioned several times over the last month (usually in conjunction with Arrested Developement)? They’re super easy to make, and I bet you could come by directions online. I made boxes mostly, though a few stars and snowflakes worked their way in there, and then threaded gold-braided ribbon through ‘em and tied a little loop on one end so the whole thing could hang, attractively, from a bough.

Chocolate chip cookies! We can thank Ashley for the most amazing choc. chip recipe ever. These bad boys have uber-dark chocolate, milk chocolate, espresso dark chocolate and sugar-free Belgian chocolate in them instead of plain old Tollhouse (not that there’s anything wrong with Tollhouse). I wrapped them in brown wax paper, tied them hemp and a calligraphied tag, and dropped them in the bag.

As for the wrapping, it’s exactly what it looks like: brown paper lunch bags, with hemp cord and a gift tag. The gift tags were either hand-stamped or (an idea I blatantly stole from Erin–because it’s absolutely brilliant–and therefore take no credit for but will definately use again) cut from leftover Christmas cards. The one shown was one of this year’s cards that was sent to my work by another office. It’s a gorgeous card, and now it lives on in an attractive gift tag.

Voila!

If you have questions or ideas, I’d love to hear them–especially the ideas. I had a blast making the gifts, and the best part was definately putting each one together for my loved ones. You know, designing cards specifically with my mom in mind, or trying to pick out the ornament that most reminds me of my brother, and so on.

I’m curious to hear what everyone else came up with for fun and thrifty gifts.

A tragedy

We just discovered that our copy of Jesus Christ Superstar: The Motion Picture Soundtrack was in our car, wherever it may be. We also discovered that, unlike the other CDs we lost, Superstar was not in our computer library, nor was it on either of our iPods.

It’s one thing to steal our car. But to steal Jesus Christ Superstar? That’s another thing completely.

To help soften the blow, here is a picture of Gunner, atop the cat palace Mitch constructed out of old boxes and packing tape:

Warm and fuzzy

Since the news broke about our stolen car, I’ve been humbled by the response from the folks at Oikos: at least five people have offered to let us borrow their cars, either indefinately or on an as-needed basis, and plenty more have offered us rides, whenever we need them. Still more have come forth with offers to help in any way they can.

We keep asking ourselves what it is we need to learn through all this, but maybe it’s as simple as learning to accept help when we really do need it, though I’m sure there’s plenty more to be learned as well–how little we need our possessions, but how much we rely on them, for example. How stupidly attached to them we become. I don’t miss having a car nearly as much as I miss having our car. Alas.

But thank you everyone, for all your help already. It’s good to know we’re so completely surrounded by wonderful people.

A good trip, though sadly eventful

It began well enough. Mitch’s mom and her boyfriend recently bought a house in an “active adult community,” so we spent the first few days of our stay in Arizona helping them get set up in the their new home and tooling around the new, unfinished community in golf carts. We ate lunch at the clubhouse, toured the new, unfinished Sports Center and walked through finished, fully-furnished models of the model homes (decorated in charming, if slightly ridiculous, themes).

Here is a picture of a sunset, taken from the back step of the new house:

Here is a picture of Mitch’s mom, Teresa, and I, baking snickerdoodles and pretending that we’re on a cooking show:

All was lovely and sunny and happy until New Year’s Day, at approximately 12:15 am, when I woke up suddenly and spent the rest of the night on the bathroom floor. As it turns out, I came down with a bad flu that kept me in bed for all of Monday (I am prone to exaggeration, I know, but this is absolutely not an exaggeration–I was weak and feverish and made it out of bed once, the entire day, to go to the bathroom) and a good part of Tuesday. By Wednesday I was up and moving, though not quite at full speed, and Mitch and I set off in a borrowed car to visit some friends in Globe, AZ.

Here is a picture of Globe, taken through the window of the old courthouse, which has now been converted into an art center:

Our Globe friends recently opened a coffee shop, so we spent a good part of the time sitting around at the coffee shop, drinking coffee and visiting or sitting around at their house, playing Guitar Hero (or watching Dora the Explorer with their adorable daughter) and visiting. The night that we spent in Globe was the night of the full moon, so when I woke up in the wee hours to use the restroom (our guest room was not attached to the main house), I had the distinct pleasure of walking through the backyard in the blazing moonlight, with all the constellations in full view.

Beautiful.

Here is a photo of Dezi, who opened the coffee shop, who also married Mitch and me four years ago:

Here is a photo of me watching Dora the Explorer with Laura and her daughter, Eowyn:

…and here is a pretty picture of Austin, Laura, Eowyn and I walking off into the Arizona sunset:

We drove back to Mitch’s mom’s on Thursday night and stayed there until this morning, when we drove, flew and shuttled our way back to the hotel where we’d parked our car for the week only to find…

…that our car had been stolen.

Here is a photo of my sad face:

If anyone sees a dejected-looking Subaru wagon wandering the streets of SeaTac, please tell it to call home–we miss it dearly. We spent the evening talking to the hotel staff, the police, my parents and the Airporter Shuttle before finally managing to make it, at last, home.

Here we are. We’re glad to be here. Even if Armand, Subaru of the Night (as he was fondly called) cannot be with us.