>Hint, hint…

>Dear family;

‘Tis the season — the season for wracking our brains, thinking about birthdays and Christmas and birthdays (in that order). ‘Tis the season for stimulating the economy a little bit. This year, our family economic stimulus will be limited, I know. And that’s why, dear family, I’m dropping hints about practical gifts. You’re all creative people; you can make them special.
A new shredder. Mine (okay, our) gave up after many faithful years of use. If you replace our home shredder, you could address the gift tag not just to me, but also to Chuck. We’ll both use it.
Winter boots suitable for walking. I might beat you to the punch on this purchase. I really, really enjoy walking to work, and I don’t intend to stop when the snowflakes fall. My current boots are suitable for shoveling, driving, and everyday winter wear, but not for walking the 3/4 mile to my workplace. Since size is always an issue with footwear, keep the receipt.
Coffees, of course. I have a decent coffee grinder now, so beans are fine. In fact, grinding coffee is an activity that makes the kitchen smell wonderful. Well, it smells great to me, that is.
I’ve been told my workplace offices are cold, colder, and coldest in the winter. It’s an old building, drafty, with unpredictable heat. Family, something warm for the cubicle would be a thoughtful gift. A poncho/cape, the thicker the better. I already have my fingerless gloves, but I’ve been advised to bring a blanket. A Snuggie (did I really just suggest a Snuggie?) would probably fit the bill.
Canning supplies and tools. Always. You know I’ll use them! I might even gift you with the resulting goodies.
On a similar note, gardening tools and supplies are always welcome. They’re not exactly in season, though, so I’ll understand if you wait until spring and Mothers’ Day for those.
I know, I know, I won’t get what I really want. I’ll dream, though. What type of gift is this? I’ll tell you. If money were no object, and all things were possible, if wishing on a star really made a dream come true, I’d ask for: Green Bay Packers stock.

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What’s Goal Ball?

I asked the same question at first. Amigo explained the playing techniques, but I still couldn’t picture it. I looked it up online and found out that goalball was developed after WWII as a sport for blind veterans. Today the unique game is part of paralympics, and many schools for blind students have a competitive team.

Amigo’s team lost a close one, a heartbreaker of a game in overtime, to eliminate them from the conference competition. The coach arranged an informal scrimmage with the team from Iowa so that both teams could play a little more. These pictures are from the scrimmage.
First: Amigo is not sleeping. He is in ready position with his arms and legs stretched out to cover as much space as possible. If the ball comes his way, he will block it.

You may have noticed details about the gear. Players wear hockey shorts, the padded kind, along with knee and elbow pads. All players also wear covered goggles or sleep shades to eliminate any residual vision they might have. The goggles prevent a player with some vision from having an advantage over a totally blind competitor. All players compete totally sightless.

The ball itself is soccer ball size, hollow, with bells inside it. Players track the ball by listening intently. They keep track of their positions on the court by calling for a “tap” – a player to slap the floor. In this photo, Amigo is the right wing. The girl in the middle is the center. Before he rolled the ball, he called, “Center Tap!” and she slapped the floor so he could hear where she was and plan his throw. All this happens quickly; the team must get rid of the ball within ten seconds.


Here goes the throw – or more precisely, a roll. If the ball appears a bit blurry, that’s because Amigo rolled it quickly. In fact, he rolled it so low and so quickly that the bells were effectively silenced – a technique that makes blocking difficult. He scored on this one. Yeah, Amigo!

Goalball. It’s unique, it’s fun, it’s competitive. And when the competition is over, the team members socialize with an awards ceremony and a dance. The tournament? Great. The opportunity to socialize with other teenage blind athletes? Priceless.

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>Packers Bye Week; Racing Sausage Kabobs

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Sometimes simplicity is best. Having a good pantry and fully provisioned freezer have gotten us through some busy days and harried weekends. This weekend should have been easy: the Packers had a bye! No opponent dishes to research and create! Instead, there was a feeling of let-down. Our Packers are doing well, but our Brewers didn’t win quite enough. We decided to celebrate the Brewers’ success, as far as it went, by making Racing Sausage Kabobs.
Here are the ingredients and basic supplies:

A side dish of baked beans – Chuck can never keep himself to just opening a can of beans. He adds several of his own special touches.

Another simple side: a can of fruit with sliced banana creates a fruit salad.

Here we go: Italian, Polish, Bratwurst, Hot Dog (natural casing, of course), and Chorizo – all on a stick for easy eating.

There you go, folks: a taste of Miller Park in our own home. Maybe they didn’t make the World Series this time around, but the team did well. Very well.

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>What to wear?

>Most weekends it’s easy. Pick something green and gold out of the closet, support our Super Bowl Champion (I never tire of saying that!) Green Bay Packers.

Friday I wore the usual to work – pink Packers polo shirt, neutral sweater in case the room was drafty. But then…. but then….
Saturday the Milwaukee Brewers started a playoff run. The Wisconsin Badgers had a big game on national importance. Brewers blue or Bucky Badger red? Or both? Or neither?
We expanded our Eating the Opponent plan instead. Saturday night’s dinner included grilled Black Angus beef (the Denver Broncos), sweet corn on the cob (Nebraska Cornhuskers), and a nice salsa in the omelets we ate for lunch.
No matter, both teams won decisively on Saturday followed by another great set of games on Sunday. It’s a good time to be a sports fan in Wisconsin. Whatever I wear, however we decorate the cubicles (Brewers and Packers in mine, Badgers across the wall in the math teacher’s space), autumn is going to be fun.
Saturday:
Badgers 48
Cornhuskers 17
Brewers 4
Diamondbacks 1
Sunday:
Packers 49
Broncos 17
Brewers 9
Diamondbacks 4
On, Wisconsin — sports!!

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>Bread with Nuts and Twigs

>Readers, you know I’m a creative cook. I like to toss in a few extra or alternate ingredients to jazz up a recipe.

You might or might not know that Chuck, bless his heart, balks at knowing his food is healthy. He’ll eat it, even enjoy it, but don’t tell him that it’s high fiber or low fat or contains just the vitamins he needs. Just tell him it’s delicious and settle in to enjoy.
He calls all my favorite cereals Nuts and Twigs.
He’ll choose plain white bread over whole grain, given the choice.
He refuses to take daily fiber supplements because they make him feel old. Ahem.
So I made this. It’s a basic white bread in the bread machine with a few additions for, well, for fun.
Daisy’ Bread with Nuts and Twigs
makes a 1 1/2 lb. loaf

1 cup + 2 Tablespoons warm water
1 Tablespoon butter or margarine, softened
2 Tablespoons sugar
1 Tablespoon non-fat dry milk powder
1 1/2 teaspoon (1/2 Tablespoon) salt
3 cups bread flour
2 1/2 teaspoons bread machine yeast
Now the fun. Add in 1 Tablespoon each:
wheat germ
flaxseed
pine nuts
sunflower kernels (dry roasted)
Set the bread machine to normal, push play, and let it bake!

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>Supermom Returns

>I can bring home the bacon,

Fry it up in the pan,
And get the kid to his lesson
In my spotless minivan!!
Cause I’m S-u-p-e-r-mom!
Okay, I wasn’t makin’ bacon today. I’m back to teaching full time, though, figuratively bringing home the bacon. My minivan isn’t spotless, either. But I did get get Amigo to his guitar lesson, which was no easy feat.
Amigo takes lessons from a music student at the local private university’s conservatory of music. Usually it’s a simple process: bring him to the conservatory, park the car, walk him inside to meet his teacher, and wait until he’s done.
Not this time. Saturday was one of our fair city’s downtown festivals. The downtown and the campus (next to downtown) were filled with food stands and art booths along with stages showcasing every kind of live music you can imagine – and probably some kinds you can’t. Parking was impossible. Cars were parked almost as far from downtown as our house. Amigo tends to be walk-phobic, so walking to the lesson wasn’t an option. I had to be eagle-eyed and creative – in a large family vehicle, the MomVan.
Of course, I managed. I slipped into the loading dock behind the concert hall, hung Amigo’s handicapped parking permit on the mirror, and walked him in to meet the nice young man who teaches him. I zoomed back outside to avoid getting ticketed or towed. Lo and behold, I spotted an empty place in the parking lot just behind the building! Luck wasn’t with me, though. By the time I’d pulled out of the loading area, the place was filled. I pulled into the lot anyway and parked next to a worn sort-of-yellow curb, hoped that the department that used the garage next to it wasn’t working weekends, or at least this weekend. I backed in for quick getaway if needed. This area was at least more sheltered than the loading spot, with a line of trees separating it from the road. It was also campus parking, not city. It was unlikely that the campus parking staff would be patrolling that area. I crossed my fingers and toes for good luck and crossed the street back to the conservatory.
The same fall festival that gave me parking problems had an up side; there was a stage set up on the sidewalk outside the conservatory and concert hall. As I came up to the area, a jazz combo began playing. Entertainment! Great! I expected a quality performance – this is my alma mater, after all, a solid music school. They were playing good music, too. A couple of saxes, a trombone, and a full rhythm section playing Spyro Gyra type tunes from the early 80s – my era!
Amigo’s lesson ended, and we headed home. Supermom got back to the laundry, sliced the fresh bread that had cooled just enough, and sat down for a computer break in front of Badger football on TV. Yes, it was a successful day, despite the challenges. No problem. Supermom can deal with those.

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>After the Storm

>We’re here! We have power! I did take a few pictures, and I’ll post them later. For now, I’m just happy that our neighborhood did not take the brunt of the storm, even though we were near the worst of it.

We even made it to the Farmers’ Market this morning.
Life is good.

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>The eyes have it

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Paperwork. I felt like I was signing as many documents as I did when we refinanced the mortgage. This time it isn’t the house at stake; it’s my vision. There was so much to browse that they gave me a tote bag to carry it all home! Sneaky advertising for the clinic, I guess; tote bag, sunglasses, and coffee mug.


Why all the paperwork? I’m getting cataracts removed in October. I’m also opting for the most expensive (read: not covered by insurance) replacement lenses. I rationalized it this way:
  • The cost will pay for itself. No more glasses, contacts, or related expenses.
  • I’m considered “young” for this surgery. I have many years ahead in which to enjoy good vision. I did laugh that 50 is considered young; I was the oldest in the waiting room at the OB/GYN, well past my prime baby years.
  • My hearing loss is progressive; it will get worse. I need my vision at its best.
Good enough? I hope so. It’s going to be painful paying for this — much more than the surgery itself. Deep breath, tighten the belt, harvest fresh food from garden….

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