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The not so friendly skies

Day 3: Things that make you uncomfortable

Several scenarios, both trivial and substantial, that routinely make me uneasy crossed my mind when I first pondered this prompt: walking into a crowded room, talking on the phone, hearing racially/culturally insensitive remarks, passing a homeless person on the street…

But today I went to the Battle Proms (a summer concert series) at Highclere Castle (where they film the BBC/PBS drama Downton Abbey) and found myself in a previously undiscovered disturbing situation.

Air shows make me EXTREMELY uncomfortable!

The Blades Aerobatic Display Team, comprised of four highly experienced former RAF pilots, spent 15 minutes rolling, spinning, climbing, diving, twisting, tumbling, racing headlong at each other, stalling, and free-falling DIRECTLY ABOVE a crowd of 9000 vulnerable, oohing, ahhing, champagne-impaired Brits. If the worst had happened, there would have been carnage. It was absolutely the stuff of my nightmares.

No, really. I have recurring nightmares of watching helplessly from the ground as a plane falls out of the sky toward me. Now there were four of my enemy overhead, threatening to turn my dreams into reality. Nauseous and shaking, I didn’t know whether to keep my eye on the sky or run for cover.

Watching the video of the display from my husband’s iPhone this morning, I could fully appreciate the skill and talent of the pilots, the technical capabilities of the aircraft, and the beauty of their maneuvers without any of the paralyzing anxiety I experienced yesterday. I think I am meant to take in air shows from the safety and comfort of my sofa, not directly underneath the action!

 

 

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Skin-crawling discomfort, brought to you by Jenni’s blog-every-day challenge at Story of My Life.

 
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Posted by on August 3, 2013 in Challenges, On Me, True Life

 

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How to fish like a girl

100_0954Day 2: Educate us on something you know a lot about or are good at. Take any approach you’d like (serious and educational or funny and sarcastic)

Disclaimer: Any professional bass anglers should stop reading RIGHT NOW. The three amigos in this article are not professionals, and fish only for the thrill of feeling a tug on the line and potentially landing a whopper—or at least getting said whopper close enough to the boat to inspire a magnificent fish tale with which to bore awe family and friends. We do not compete in tournaments (not sanctioned ones, anyway…there always seems to be some sort of contest within the boat), nor do we fish to fill our plates. We are strictly catch-and-release, recreational fisher persons. Therefore, our choice of tackle and our bass fishing techniques are a bit…ummm…unorthodox and would likely offend any real bass pros.

Step 1: Choose appropriate fishing buddies. A hubby who’s willing to paddle the boat is a good choice, and a friend with the connections to gain access to a nice, quiet, well-stocked pond is a must.

Step 2: Stake out your real estate in the boat. Male anglers may only use one lure the entire day, but they are still going to bring Prius-sized tackle boxes and an unwieldy jumble of rods which they are going to try to stow in your space. Make it seem like you are not being territorial by offering to keep the minnow bucket at your feet (this increases their re-baiting time, giving you greater odds of getting a bite while their lines are out of the water).

004-023-cotton-candy-finesse-wormStep 3: Set up your equipment—quickly! The boys are going to try to get the best spots, so you must act fast. Two rods are encouraged, because inevitably one is going to get hung just when your companions are having a run of good luck, and they are not going to move the boat so you can get unstuck. Preferably, rig one line with a bobber and a feisty, active minnow (professionals, I TOLD you not to read this!!), and the other with an artificial lure like a ZOOM® finesse worm in cotton candy (read pink with glitter), spritzed liberally with garlic spray.

Step 4: Cast out your lines. If it’s been a while since your last outing, it’ll take a couple casts to get the feel of things again, so don’t be surprised when your carefully chosen, feisty, active minnow flies off the hook, lands halfway across the pond, then swims for freedom, and don’t be discouraged when your artificial worm wraps itself securely around the oak limb overhanging the bank. The boys’ll still be busy rooting through their massive tackle boxes to find THE lure with which to out-fish the other, so you’ve got time to paddle over to the offending tree to rescue the tangled worm (once their lines are in the water, though, any entanglements will be met with choruses of “Cut the line! Cut the line!”). Reel your lines back in, untangle, rebait, and try again.

Step 5: Fish. The minnow is fairly low-maintenance…it will swim around, dragging the bobber across the top of the pond as it searches for a sunken log to hide under, and in the process will eventually run into a hungry bass. Until then, you are free to actively fish the artificial worm. Cast it into shady areas near the bank, and reel it back in slowly, giving the pole a little twitch periodically so the lure looks and acts like a real drowning worm. Repeat.

Step 6: Switch on autopilot. Lose yourself in the repetitiveness of casting out and reeling in. Become absorbed in the turtles sunning on a log, the heron fishing on the opposite bank, the osprey circling overhead. Tune out the fish stories being traded by your companions, mentally compose your grocery list, plan your post-fishing snack from WaWa.

Step 7: Check your minnow. Glance over at the last known location of your bobber and notice that it is missing. Good gosh, how long has it been gone? Drop the pole with the artificial worm (it’s a good idea to release the bail on the spinning reel, because inevitably this worm is going to embed its hook into some massive underwater obstruction which will otherwise pull your rod out of the boat) and grab the pole with the minnow. Keeping the rod tip down, begin reeling slowly until you feel pressure on the line, then snap the tip up with a clean over-the-shoulder jerk to set the hook. This motion will cause great commotion amongst the fishing buddies as they abandon their own lines and struggle to discover, “What’s she got?”

Step 8: Land your fish. Assuming you have indeed hooked a fish and not a log, carefully take in the line. This is a delicate dance, two steps forward, three steps back, as the fish will weave, bob, dive, and leap in an attempt not to get anywhere near the boat. Your companions will be shouting all kinds of advice, “Give him some slack! Reel faster! Keep the tip up!” but tune it out and let your actions be directed by the fish on your line. As the bass tires and begins to submit to your will, ask a fishing buddy to ready the net to help land the beast, because until visual contact has been established and proves otherwise, every bite must be considered “the big one” and there is no worse feeling than getting “the big one” within arm’s length then having it whack its face on the boat, dislodging the hook so it can swim merrily back to its family.

Step 9: Gloat. Unhook the bass, grin engagingly, bat your eyes, and ask someone to pass the scale. Weigh the fish. Measure its length. Pose for pictures. Carefully release “the big one” back into the pond. As you rinse your hands, casually say, “Not bad for a girl, eh? That’s one for me, how many for you guys?”

 

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A fish tale, brought to you by Jenni’s blog-every-day challenge at Story of My Life.

 
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Posted by on August 2, 2013 in Challenges, On Me, True Life

 

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That’s not my name!

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Day 1: The story of your life in 250 words or less (or one paragraph… no one will be counting your words… probably).

Born Karen Michelle on July 25, 1972, in small town, Ohio, I spent the next 33 years informing anyone who called me Karen that my real name was Michelle. Due to my dad’s job, my family upped stakes and moved every few years, an experience that, as a very shy child, I hated with a passion, but for which I’m deeply grateful now. Wanting to be near rooted family members, I chose a college halfway between my mom and my dad’s childhood homes, which allowed me to indulge in the grandmothers’ love and home-cooking on school breaks. Armed with a biology degree and no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up, I stuck around my college town after graduation and started to put down roots. After working several years each as a veterinary assistant (gaining enough experience to decide that I definitely did not want to go to vet school) and as a picture framer/retail manager (because it was about as different from being a veterinary assistant as I could get), I finally went back to school to become an elementary teacher. Joining the local Lions Club nabbed me a husband, and when he gave me his last name on New Year’s Eve 2005, I promptly moved my maiden name to the middle position and petitioned the court to make Michelle my legal first name. Now it doesn’t matter how much trouble I’m in, I don’t have to sheepishly await for someone to holler, “Karen Michelle!” 🙂

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Exactly 250 words, brought to you by Jenni’s blog-every-day challenge at Story of My Life.

 
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Posted by on August 1, 2013 in Challenges, On Me, True Life

 

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Mi mi mi mi miiiii…

Well, the fat lady is warming up… This end of the big move is almost over! Packers finished up today, although it was looking questionable for a while.

100_9468One major sticking point, literally, was our queen-size box spring. I couldn’t remember how the moving-in crew got it up the stairs and through the narrow hallway to the master bedroom, so had no good advice for its removal. Obviously, it’s not bendy, and four professionals spent half an hour trying to flex it around a bannister to get it downstairs. In the end, all it needed was to be unwrapped from the protective, but bulky, paper bag they’d encased it in, and voila! Down it went!

100_9465There was another small crisis when the guys realized that the five crates they brought today weren’t sufficient to hold everything (guess they didn’t judge very well how much fit into the four they brought yesterday compared to what was still left to be loaded). Luckily, the truck had a bit of spare room behind the last crate where they could stash the sofa and some other bulky items for which they will build a special half-size crate once they arrive back at the depot.

I had to ask if shipping crates are a standard size around the world, or if these were smaller than what we might have used in the past. The question was prompted by the fact that are leaving here with nine-and-a-half crates, yet we arrived with just five. We did not accumulate that much extra stuff at the auctions, and we jettisoned a dining room table and six chairs, so I chalk it up to the fact that Japanese packers are more efficient users of space than British. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. 🙂

100_9472There’ll be no rest for the weary tomorrow–there’s nothing like a move to reveal one’s lack of attention to thorough housekeeping. The breeze from the open windows is blowing dust bunnies around like tumbleweeds. Carcasses of small insects suspended in cobwebs have been revealed in every corner that was previously blocked by a piece of furniture. Tomorrow will be dedicated to removing all evidence of my lackadaisical cleaning habits.

 

I stand corrected

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Day 1 of the four-day packout is over, and it did not go at all like I predicted. I happily admit that I had it pegged all wrong.

Three guys arrived 30 minutes earlier than expected, took a quick tour of the house, asked a few questions, dragged in rolls of bubble wrap, bales of paper, and stacks of boxes, then got straight to work.

There was no mid-morning tea break.

They seemed grateful for the pizza and cookies we provided, but ate lunch on the fly–no one-hour break as I’d anticipated.

There was no mid-afternoon tea break. Apparently they all agreed that they’d rather work the entire day without a proper break and knock off an hour early at the end of the day.

The same three will return tomorrow morning, bringing along one additional crew member. I figure if they work at the same pace as today, the four of them should have no problem finishing all the packing. If they were really ambitious, they could theoretically get it all out of the house and crated as well. I don’t figure that’ll actually happen…I suspect the crating and removal will be slated for Wednesday, but I see no reason for the process to run into a fourth day as planned by the surveyor.

I say, “Three days, then be on your way!”

 
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Posted by on July 22, 2013 in How It Is, Monday Mix, True Life

 

Stick a fork in me

100_1471Rather be walkin’ on the beach

Hubby and I have been working all week to get ready for the movers who will come on Monday. Preparing for any move is tough, but these overseas moves are in a league of their own. There’s a lot of physical work sorting, purging, and cleaning, but there’s also a lot of mental work involved with the same–can I live without that for two months, will I need this in the next 18 days before we actually depart, can I cram one more thing in this suitcase, do I have all the important papers, WHERE’S MY PASSPORT?

We’re almost done, but I’m ready to just drop everything and run away to the beach (it is the hottest July in seven years, after all) and let whatever will be will be.

 
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Posted by on July 20, 2013 in How It Is, Six Word Saturday, True Life

 
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Saturday night leftovers

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The sun’s been shining for two solid weeks here in England, temperatures are soaring into the 80s during the day, and there are bodies everywhere. Before we moved here, I heard from more than one source that whenever the sun came out, Brits were so grateful that they would pull over on the side of the road, strip down, and throw themselves on any available horizontal surface to soak up some rays. While it’s not quite that extreme, from our vantage point in the blessedly air-conditioned pod of the London Eye, we could see that Jubilee Gardens was covered in ghostly pale limbs seeking an alternative to the perennial spray tan.

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“Honey, I’m home! Just in case you didn’t hear me pull up in the John Deere…” This is not the first time I’ve seen this tractor with some kind of wicked-looking implement attached to the back parked in the drive. I can’t imagine commuting daily in a tractor, and the yard doesn’t appear large enough to require this kind of equipment, so I admit this is a puzzle to me. But these puzzles are part of what make my daily walks so enjoyable!

HPIM2425I have been known to collect “projects” at our fortnightly local auction house. You know, those items that require a bit of creative vision and a lot of effort to be usable and/or aesthetically pleasing. I’ve got rusty cast iron (a bell, a fence finial, a lantern) that needs to be sanded and repainted. I have an unfinished, water-stained wooden chair that needs sanding and some linseed oil. There are four balloon back chairs that need to be reupholstered. I bought a hideously bright blue and green set of drawers that need a toned-down paint job. Everything else needs a thorough cleaning to remove the cobwebs and bird poop that accumulated while the pieces were waiting in the barn for their day in the saleroom. I DID NOT buy this eviscerated Victorian nursing chair to add to the list. 🙂

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I applaud London for its efforts to keep the city clean. Tourists and residents alike are pleased. People have jobs. It’s a win-win situation. But I have two questions. One, why are you sweeping already clean sidewalks when one block over candy wrappers and cigarette butts are stacking up like cordwood? And two, why are you pushing that big-ass sweeper through Saturday afternoon crowds; why not clean in the early morning or late night?

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And finally, this T-shirt, spied in the market on London’s Portobello Road, has a message we might all want to consider…

Trying something new this week…instead of Six-word Saturday, I thought I’d showcase some snippets from my week that were worth a mention but not necessarily a full post of their own.