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Saturday, 28 July 2012

Saturday 28th July - First Harvest

...O Potatoes, come and walk with us!'
      I sweetly did beseech.
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, .....
...And then I rested on a seat
Conveniently low:
And all the little Potatoes stood
And waited in a row.....
.....Now if you're ready, Potatoes dear,
We can begin to feed....


I noticed, in passing, that the leafy stalky bits of my potato plants were all dying, so took a chance and emptied the first of my three potato tubs.

There were several handfuls of darling little potatoes buried in all that crumbly earth.

It seems indecent to eat them; they are so small and cute. But what else can one do with them?

So, with the poem of the Walrus and the Carpenter echoing uneasily in my mind, I tenderly washed them, and carefully deposited them into a pan of boiling water. It just doesn't seem quite right.


pictures from wikipedia


http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173170

The Walrus and the Carpenter


By Lewis Carroll  1832–1898

"The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright —
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done —
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun."

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead —
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
If this were only cleared away,'
They said, it would be grand!'

If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
That they could get it clear?'
I doubt it,' said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

O Oysters, come and walk with us!'
The Walrus did beseech.
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.'

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head —
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat —
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more —
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

The time has come,' the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
Of cabbages — and kings —
And why the sea is boiling hot —
And whether pigs have wings.'

But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,
Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!'
No hurry!' said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,
Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed —
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.'

But not on us!' the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!'
The night is fine,' the Walrus said.
Do you admire the view?

It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf —
I've had to ask you twice!'

It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,
To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
The butter's spread too thick!'

I weep for you,' the Walrus said:
I deeply sympathize.'
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,
You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none —
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one."

Friday, 27 July 2012

Friday 27th July - The Hand Car Wash

If you regularly go to the hand car wash, you may be wondering what the fuss is about.

Well, yesterday afternoon was my first ever visit.

What an experience!

I usually get my car washed at the Sainsbury's car park. However the car was really, really filthy and I reckoned that more than a bucket of water and a soapy cloth would be required. Should I go and buy car shampoo, brushes, and whatever else is needed? The last time I washed a car by hand was thirty years ago, and the experience was so dispiriting that I never repeated it. I think the problem was that most of the brown on our little yellow Fiat 127 turned out to be rust, so the car looked much, much worse after my hard work than before.

Then I remembered the hand car wash place in the trading estate...

I thought that you drive up, park the car and stand to one side while they get on with it.

Nope. Just as I was about to open the window to ask where they wanted me to leave the car, two burly young men, looking armed and determined, opened fire with high pressure water lances which made a thunderous noise against the doors and windows. Then they beckoned me forward, whereupon four more men fell upon the car with huge, soapy, sheep-skin pads over their hands. Once the whole car was enveloped in a blizzard of white foam, the lancers reappeared.

Then I was directed to drive slowly through an arch and round into the next bay. Yet another man knocked on the window, which I cautiously opened. "Interior or just exterior?" "How much is the interior?" "Twelve pounds". That seemed too good to be true. I unlocked the boot and got out.

My little car was attacked from all sides - I counted eight people; two with industrial vacuum cleaners and the others with an assortment of cloths. The car was hoovered, dried, polished, dusted in minutes. It hasn't been that clean and shiny since the day I bought it!

From beginning to end, tentatively entering the compound to handing over my £12 and leaving, took a scant ten minutes.

What an experience!

 

Friday 27th July - Ringing the Bells!

Our church doesn't have churchbells - that is, tower bells.

But we do have handbells.

I had completely forgotten that we had arranged to meet up at 7:30 this morning for a short prayer meeting and then ring the handbells outside the church at 8:12. I was sitting in front of the television at about 7:15 (BBC Breakfast News) chomping through a bowl of muesli when the presenter started talking about the nationwide bellringing about to start.

Aaargh! I swallowed the last mouthful of cereal, finished my mug of coffee and threw some clothes on. I only live a mile or so away from church, so managed to saunter through the door with a couple of minutes to spare.

I'm dead impressed that we managed to ring a respectable peal (OK, so we didn't attempt change ringing with only a few minutes to teach everyone how to ring handbells!). They aren't very loud, so the sound didn't carry very far.

It's not about the noise - it's about being a part of something big, grand, inspiring, aspirational.

Thursday, 26 July 2012

Thursday 26th July - Yoghurt cake made with creme fraiche

chocolate cake / blueberry and peach cake
I posted this unlikely recipe for cake made with yoghurt here: http://a-letter-from-home.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/sunday-20th-may-apropos-of-nothing-at.html

It is a favourite recipe, because there is no weighing and no butter. Not that I'm against butter, but it is usually too hard when I am in make-a-cake mode, and by the time it has softened, I have moved on and I'm no longer in the same frame of mind.

Here is it again:

one small pot of yogurt, two of the same pot of SR flour, one and a half pots caster sugar, quarter of a pot of oil, two eggs, all combined into a smooth batter. I usually flavour it with lemon zest, and then pour a syrup of the lemon juice and 4 tablespoons of granulated sugar over the cake as soon as it is cooked.

Bake in a lined tin gas mark 4, 170C fan oven, for around 45 mins. I've found a 1kg loaf tin (actually, it's the foil tray that an "easy-cook" main course from Waitrose came in) to be a good size.

This week I decided to celebrate the return of the lawn (or to hold a wake for the wild-flower meadow - not sure which) by inviting friends to "tea and cakes on the lawn".

Then I discovered that the plain yoghurt was so seriously out of date that I didn't even want to look inside. However there there were a number of fresh, fruit-flavoured yoghurts to choose from. I went for peach in the end, and ten topped the cake with blueberries before I put it in the oven.

A chocolate version was more of a challenge; cherry yogurt, maybe? Certainly NOT strawberry-and-rhubarb. I eyed up the tub of creme fraiche.

A quick zip through Google turned up a version of a rich chocolate cake made with creme-fraiche. Problem solved and I looked no further. I used the recipe above, using the washed peach yoghurt pot as a measure. The creme fraiche seemed very thick, so I used three-quarters of a yoghurt pot of creme fraiche topped up with milk, and carried on as usual, adding a couple of tablespoons of cocoa powder.

Job done. Tea and cakes on the lawn with two kinds of cake. Excellent.

Thursday 26th July - All gone, all gone

I have just about got used to it now.

The clover, the daisies, the plantains, the vivid orange coltsfoot and the little yellow flowers that grew so prettily in our front and back "lawns" are no more, and the meadow has become plain green grass.

The battle of the lawn-mower is over. Whatever it was that needed to be done has been accomplished, and we can add our voice to the steady drone of little engines up and down our road.

Chapter 1: The first cut
http://www.a-letter-from-home.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/palm-sunday-first-cut.html

Chapter 3 (there isn't a chapter 2)
http://a-letter-from-home.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/friday-8th-june-lawnmower-chapter-3.html

Thursday 26th July - An excellent receipt for Iced Tea

This could hardly be simpler:

Take an empty water bottle (the 300ml or 250 ml size; it doesn't matter which)  and fill it with cold water. Add 1 spoonful of tea leaves, or, more conveniently, one teabag. Ordinary tea is fine, but more delicate teas (jasmine, white tea, green tea, darjeeling) are very good too.

Leave in the fridge overnight.

That's it! It's about the only non-alcohlic drink I want in this very, very hot weather.

You can add a sliver of fresh lemon or lime, and a couple of ice cubes if you think that it ought to involve more work. 



Saturday 21st July - Reckless Haste - Thurs 26th July

I wonder what this post was going to have been about?

Something, or someone, must have interrupted me as I got started, and what seemed to be so important and worth sharing last Saturday has completely evaporated. All I have to go on is the heading.

I could just delete the post... but this has reminded me...

from wikipedia: An IBM 704 mainframe (1964).
I'm writing about 1987, but mainframes looked much the same as this!
Years, and years ago, in another life, I worked as an Installation Planner in the Computer Department of a large company. It was large enough that we had several engineers and account managers for the big international computer corporation that supplied the mainframes we had permanently on-site to deal with the never-ending stream of enquiries and general maintenance work required to keep three mainframe computers and several scores of terminals afloat.

I remember setting in train an urgent enquiries about availability of some bit of kit. maybe it was a disk drive (they were about the size of laundromat washing machines in those days). Then a few days later, the situation changed and I was now handed the task of stopping the train.

"No worries", said the account manager (or whatever was the current slang of the era). "I hadn't started looking into yet. I've always found it better to wait for a day so make sure that it is worth the effort of researching the query, as past experience shows that you (I hope he meant the company, and not me personally!) so often change your mind."

This response has stayed with me all these years, and prevented me from rushing off to get stuck into things without allowing some time - at least a couple of seconds, sometimes several years - for reflection first. I haven't mentioned the name of the computer company concerned, as I guess this "laissez-faire" attitude on the part of its employees would be severely frowned upon. But it was a valuable lesson, even if the management of the company concerned would have been appalled by this response!



 

Saturday, 21 July 2012

Saturday 21st July - A Drop in the Ocean

I started this blogging lark back in February 2012.

This is post number 111 - a pleasant sort of number - easy to type, easy to remember.

Since February I have trawled through zillions of blogs. It is a stunning resource with so much variety. I have discovered the google reader (thank you, Arch Druid Eileen of The Beaker Folk) so I now have a kind of personal daily magazine of posts. Some are scarily erudite, with deep insights into the issues of the day. Others are collections of pictures, cartoons, captions which entertain and amuse. It becomes a weeny bit much at times; if I don't keep up, I can find myself with going on for 100 items in my in-box to get through before bedtime...

I guess I'm just a "background blogger". One of the many millions who type on regardless, pouring out the words to please themselves, but delighted when a comment pops up from time to time. We share the events of the day, thoughts that occur, items of interest that we trip across. I say "we", because all this sharing helps to develop a sense of community. I have no idea who "Greenpatches" or "Arch Druid Eileen" are in real life; other people I follow have more of an identity through various clues - RevdKathy posted a lot of pictures from Cornwall - was that an extended visit? Or does she live down that way? They have become people I care about. 

I do look at the stats (I don't have the willpower to keep away). I am ridiculously pleased to see that every post has been read at least once by someone other than me (all except one!). These posts are a drop in the ocean, but a way of being in community - with my own family and friends, and with fellow bloggers.

Saturday 21st July - Oh frabjous day, calloo callay

Yeah, OK. Just another Saturday.

No it isn't! It is the first day of the Summer Holidays!

I love my work. I am passionate about it. BUT; passion costs, and costs a lot. I can only teach the way I do, with energy, commitment and focus, knowing that every weekend I get a few hours of "down time", every 6 or 7 weeks I get a few days of "down time", and once a year I get several weeks of NO TEACHING.

A few piano pupils will phone up to see if they can have a lesson. Indeed, three are coming on Monday morning (such enthusiasm!).

A lot of hours will pass in planning lessons for next term, brushing up on ukulele chords (which I will be teaching to around 70 children), arranging music for the fairly random combination of recorder players, sorting out suitable songs and chants to fit in with topics and activities.

More hours will be spent in hard graft, learning the grade 7 and 8 syllabus pieces and scales so that I understand how to teach them to a couple of advanced pupils.

Many more hours will be spent in practising and playing the piano FOR MYSELF. There is almost no time for keeping my own skills sharp during the term, and I can feel my hands and fingers becoming clumsy and slow as the weeks pass. I "get by" on experience, sight-reading skills, quick wits and the remnants of technical ability.

And then there are the "to do" lists;

the "have-to-do" list :(

annual "extreme gardening" sessions to reclaim the garden from the goosegrass, brambles, rambling rose and to clear the knee-high weeds from the paved area.

annual "extreme housework" sessions to reclaim the house from dust, spiders, piles of stuff waiting to be sorted, excavating nooks and crannies and the darkest corners. 

the "want-to-do" list :)

meet up with friends

the pursuit of poetry and literature; books to read, poems to absorb, journals to fill

creative projects, exhibitions,

the "fixed points" list :]

holiday dates

appointments

Oh no! I will have to create a schedule or it will never get done! So much to do, so little time to do it in....
I wanted to find an illustration for "Frabjous Day". The original drawing is very dark,
in every sense of the word.


from wikipedia













I had forgotten the context;

the slaying of the fearsome Jabberwok.

I've always used the phrase at times of joyful delight and excitement.














Googling away, I found several images and reworkings; this was unexpected, but fun and original.

Christopher Myers’s take on the greatest nonsense verse in the English-speaking world — a basketball face-off

Read about it here; http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/11/books/review/Lewis-t.html

I shall keep an eye out for the book.
 

Saturday, 14 July 2012

Saturday 14th July - The ticking clock

The "normal" pattern of my teaching schedule requires a certain amount of stamina and organisation, but is achievable because it quickly settles into a pattern. I travel around the county delivering class music lessons often based on a particular instrument under the "Wider Opportunities in Music" programme.

Each lesson will incorporate singing, rhythm and pulse games, listening to music and learning to play the instrument. There will be between twenty and thirty-five children in each class, ranging in age between 7 and 11 years old.

Monday; C clarinets, keyboards, treble recorders.
Tuesday; keyboards and djembes,
Wednesday; djembe, B flat clarinets and a trumpet, more djembes.
Thursday; samba, class music and two groups of recorders,
Friday; samba and four groups of recorders.

Add to the daily list a selection from (depending on what I am teaching in each lesson); guitar, ukulele, laptop, hefty amplifier, maybe some extra percussion instruments, and the car is soon pretty well solidly filled, leaving just the driver seat free.

And don't forget the planning folder, spare clarinet reeds, song books, sheet music, admin letters to hand out, mp3 player, memory stick, mobile phone and packed lunch!

It's no wonder that at some point the organisation gives way and I find that I have scattered my possessions across the length and breadth of the county - my planning folder abandoned at one school, my coat at another, my mobile phone forgotten on the dining room table, my lunch box in a staff room kitchen....

Most evenings I also teach piano for up to three hours. The change from whole class teaching to individual tuition may be easier in terms of "behaviour management" but still requires intense listening and concentration.

So, to sit here, on a Saturday morning, in a quiet, music-free space is a real joy. I can almost feel my ears relaxing as I listen to the gentle ticking of the clock, and the subdued tapping of fingers on computer keys (mine on the lap-top, Best-Beloved on the PC nearby).

Saturday 14th July - Sweet little gadget


Griffin Apple iPad Stylus Pen
What have we here? It's a sort of pen thingy, but the business end is a soft rubber "nib" which works like a finger on the touch screen of my phone.

Suddenly, I can compose ("technical" term; I have always used the word "write" for literature and "compose" for music, but, thinking about it, perhaps they are interchangeable?) emails and blog entries on my phone with a staggering reduction of typos, and consequently a staggering improvement my general good humour and use of language (verbal language, while typing).

Howzat!

And another new skill while I'm at it; I started to make this entry on 14th July, but got distracted. So today is really the 21st July, but I have discovered how to tamper with the evidence and post this entry as though it really is the 14th July. Oho, I have power over time itself. Heady stuff.

Sunday, 8 July 2012

Sunday 8th July - Fantasy project no 1 is now REAL!

As I posted earlier, my hours, from one of my various jobs, have been substantially reduced for the next school year. There are various reasons for this, most of which I know, many of which I accept, and some which make me speechless with fury, but - hey - that's how it is going to be, and so I have to "move on".

And "move on" is what I have done. I now have a "junk" samba kit, right beside me, cluttering up the space which is facetiously known as "the dining room". I can't remember when we last ate a meal at the table, but that;'s another story. There are enough "instruments" for over 30 people to have a thoroughly enjoyable time together playing authentic samba rhythms.

I am launching as a samba workshop provider NOW. The first school outing for the "junk" kit takes place tomorrow afternoon. There are surdo drums, home-made mallets (you can find instructions on how to do ANYTHING these days), tamborims, ganzas, claves, and even agogo bells all created from from bought and scavenged bits and pieces, and yards and yards of duct tape. I'm really pleased with the sound that the substitute instruments make. It's proof that all those weird looks I was getting while tapping and testing everything in garden centres, cookshops and junk shops all around the area were well worth it.

In due course I will buy a 15-player primary school kit, so that schools and groups have a chance to compare the sounds of the authentic and the "junk" instruments, and see how they could  make their own kits. I suspect that "junk" is where many samba bands started from originally; people searching for whatever would make a good sound, and joining together just for the joy of playing together.
 
Meanwhile, my "junk" kit is here - suitable for primary schools, youth groups, social groups (it's all light-weight) and church groups (let's give Psalm 150 a good work-out!)

Learning to play in a samba band is also a great way to focus on team-building and collaborative skills in business - no team-work, no samba....

So, if there is anyone out there in the West Sussex area (England!) who wants a samba workshop - contact me - leave a comment below, and I'll get back to you.

I'll launch formally on my music website www.themusicjungle.co.uk over the summer, but You heard it Here first!

Sunday 8th July 2012 - Rhythm and the Soul



All this week I have been obsessed with developing my "junk" samba kit. It is ready for use now - just as well, as it gets its first school trial tomorrow with two year 4 classes. More on the samba kit in another post...

Why do drums energise me? Why do I get so excited at the sound of drums - marching drums, djembes, bodruans, samba, taiko?

I came across this sound clip http://neuropoetry.tumblr.com/post/10575321089/a-recording-of-a-semantron-calling-monastics-to

thanks to a link to this blog below from a retweet of a tweet. It's not a blog I have looked at before, but that's one of the joys of twitter http://alastairadversaria.wordpress.com/2012/07/08/links-and-jottings-2/ and I include the link just to acknowledge the source.


Here is the wikipedia link to find out more about the instrument that made that extrodinary sound, called a semantron: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semantron

semantronI found this picture at http://russianbells.com/history/history2.html
which gives an idea of how the sound was produced.

And here are some YouTube links
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7JRvJAIr7Vc&feature=related


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zS4ZOQAnpzI

It makes me wonder about the connection between rhythm and soul and spirit - all words with musical meaning, but also with religious connotations.

All the children that I have worked with over three years of teaching djembe and samba have totally bought into the group satisfaction of being part of a cohesive group - either all playing the same thing, or else meeting the challenge of layering up complex rhythmic patterns.

It seems to me that the rhythm of the drum calls to something deep within our unconscious.

(Bagpipes, played well, also do it for me - but not for everyone!)

Friday, 6 July 2012

Friday 6th July - Labyrinthine Days

10 m (33 ft) high fountain of Pāhoehoe lava, Hawaii, United States
picture from wikipedia
At this stage of the term, all my schedules and diaries and calendars go into meltdown.


The regular pattern of my days and weeks disintegrates into a stew of harum-scarum ingredients to be fitted in wherever possible; school concerts, instrument inventory checks, extra piano lessons (I usually enter around half a dozen students who often need extra lessons as the reality of the exam draws ever closer), and exam appointments (I accompany about twenty - thirty instrumental exam candidates who all need rehearsal slots). Add a seasoning of routine blood tests, optician appointments and visits to collect glasses, an unplanned trip to the vet etc etc and the schedules become unmanageable.



I have given up on the diary function on my mobile phone, and stopped using the excel spreadsheet that I use to schedule piano lessons. The only way I can deal with the last couple of weeks of term and the shifting quicksands of the appointments is with a written schedule that I can alter (IN PENCIL) at a moment's notice. And then rub it out and change it again.
Technology just doesn't function as effectively as paper when the chips are well and truly down.


File:Labirinto do Outeiro do Cribo.JPG
Labyrinth at Meis, Galicia, possibly from the Atlantic Bronze Age
picture from wikipedia


Sometimes I feel as though I am being dragged, kicking and screaming, through a maze


but it is actually only a labyrinth.

There is ultimately just the one path through each day with no dead ends, no false trails.

I just have to begin at the beginning, and follow the path through to the end.


Sunday, 1 July 2012

Sunday 1st July - when fantasy becomes a reality

Today, the final pieces in the project fell into place. I had been cast down into despair, because it was looking as though the set up costs for starting out as a samba teacher would be more than I was happy to part with.

However, a comment by a music teacher colleague started me thinking, and then, at midnight last night (apologies for waking you, my love), I had the brainwave, the inspiration, that has made it all possible after all.


I am SOOOOO excited! Here is the first stage of getting the gear together;





There is still a huge amount to do;



easy stuff - sourcing and buying the missing bits that I couldn't find today

boring but essential stuff - deciding how much I should charge, creating sensible accounts, checking my exisiting public liability insurance policy

fun stuff  - the designs for publicity material, stickers, T shirts etc

scary stuff - buying the rest of the equipment (about £700)

brand new learning stuff - making half a dozen surdo mallets

knuckle down and get on with it stuff - workshop plans, backup materials, hand outs

real stuff - advertising, looking for bookings, doing some trial runs (I have the youth at church in my sites as unsuspecting guinea pigs).




I shall launch on www.themusicjungle.co.uk as soon as everything is in place, ready for next term. Meanwhile, I'll keep you updated on progress.