Belly Dancing and Goose Eggs

Once again, belly dancing was fun last night. I’m sore today, but I like it—it makes me feel virtuous. We learned some interesting things about the ancient art of belly dancing: one is that it was performed by women, for women. It was a dance of fertility and birth, not the come hither dance of seduction that we tend to think of it as. I’m really enjoying the combination of strength and grace that characterises the dance. Also, it isn’t about being rail thin—rather, it almost seems that you need some body fat to provide presence and groundedness. (I’ve got that part covered; still working on the strength and grace aspects.)

And for farm news: ED found a nest of three goose eggs yesterday. They’re so big and wonderful! I wish we had a good place to let the goose sit on her eggs and hatch them—I would love a gaggle of goslings—but, alas, I don’t think under the barn is it. So last night’s deviled egg platter consisted of lots of little tiny bantam eggs, and two big goose egg halves in the middle. Pretty cute, if I do say so myself.

My weight loss stall has broken, thank goodness. It was disheartening to be working so hard, and getting no results! I tell you—visions of pints of Ben and Jerry’s danced through my head for a couple of days ( my favorite balm for troubled spirits, unfortunately. Especially the Coffee for a Change.) But I resisted.

February 17, 2005 | Comments Closed

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poem

New England Spring, 1942

The rush of rain against the glass
Is louder than my noisy mind
Crying, “Alas!”

The rain shouts: “Hear me, how I melt the ice that clamps the bent and frozen grass!
Winter cannot come twice
Even this year!
I break it up; I make it water the roots of spring!
I am the harsh beginning, poured in torrents down the hills,
And dripping from the trees and soaking, later, and when the wind is still,
Into the roots of flowers, which your eyes, incredulous, soon will suddenly find!
Comfort is almost here.”

The sap goes up the maple; it drips fast
From the tapped maple into the tin pail
Through tubes of hollow elder; the pails brim;
Birds with scarlet throats and yellow bellies sip from the pail’s rim.
Snow falls thick; it is sifted
Through cracks about windows and under doors;
It is drifted through hedges into country roads. It cannot last.
Winter is past.
It is hurling back at us boasts of no avail.

But Spring is wise. Pale and with gentle eyes, one day somewhat she advances;
The next, with a flurry of snow into flake-filled skies retreats before the heat in our eyes, and the thing designed
By the sick and longing mind in its lonely fancies—
The sally which would force her and take her.
And Spring is kind.
Should she come running headlong in a wind-whipped acre
Of daffodil skirts down the mountain into this dark valley we would go blind.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

All the Exciting News

The little person that ED was making last night has turned into two little people, and they’re ballroom dancers. He’s in tails and she is in a lovely fuscia and lavender gown. They are quite a dashing couple. One of these days I’m going to get a camera and show you some of these things!

It was so warm today—in the 60′s. My new shoes are just fine, and all I wanted to do was walk! My tendon did fine—just a little burning around it, but no real pain; I’m being very careful!

I really have absolutely nothing interesting to report—-I’m a very boring girl these days. Oh, wait—that’s not true! I do have something of interest to report! We got 17 eggs today! I don’t remember how many yesterday, but the day before it was 14. Prior to that, we were only getting 4 a day! Isn’t that a sudden jump? 5 or 6 of them today were bantam eggs—they’re so cute—I think tomorrow I’ll take a plate of miniature deviled eggs to the bellydancing potluck.

Oh, and in further news, I think we’ve bought a car! It’s a white Subaru Outback, 4WD, 5 speed. Exactly what we needed! The only funny thing is, it’s white. That oughta be cute, considering our life and driveway! At least now I get to be in the cool girls’ club: both M* and A* have white cars.

February 15, 2005 | Comments Closed

Coyotes

The coyotes are howling out there tonight—it drives Fionn crazy. He barks ferociously at them, but then trails off into long, mournful howls. Aren’t dogs funny? What makes them howl with coyotes and sirens?

The girls and I had a pleasant trip into Asheville today, though we were all perfectly worn out by the time we got home. I found some walking shoes at Target, and am looking forward to giving them a try tomorrow. The girls bought lots of nice wool to play with with their felting needles (they bought more of those, also). ED has a wonderful little figure of a woman that she’s making, and she’s made it around a frame of pipe cleaners so that it is bendable and poseable. She and Bernard want to make some small ballroom gowns, and I suppose this little felt lady will be able to wear the gowns. Busy girls.

The coyotes are sounding a little eerie out there!

February 14, 2005 | Comments Closed

Am I Blue?

Another grey day….

DH and the girls and I had a little fantasy escape today—-we got online and planned a 3-day getaway to Charleston for sometime soon. Whether we actually do it or not may be irrelevant; it was very valuable today! M* and J* came up for a nice, leisurely visit, which may have saved us from ourselves.

My weight loss has stalled this week, which has me grumping around. I blame it on my damn tendon. No, that’s not fair—the tendon is about all better, so I should talk nice about it. I really should’ve walked today, even in the rain, but I didn’t. Too unmotivated, I guess. I need some shoes, too. The girls and I are going to go to Asheville tomorrow, and I think I’ll buy a pair then. It may have been my shoes that caused the problem with my foot, as it hurt to put them on yesterday. So maybe it’s just as well that I didin’t walk today. (Ahhh—good justification.)

Do you ever have spells of feeling useless? Or more like, is this really enough to be doing with my life? I can keep the house put together, fix decent meals, stay sort of on top of the laundry, be available for the girls, almost keep the dishes under control, but at the end of the day, I wonder, is this enough? But what else should I be doing with my life, and this time that is given to me like a gift? Ah, well—-chop wood, carry water, I guess. Try to be present and mindful, and really live in my life instead of just coasting through it on my way to somewhere else.

February 13, 2005 | Comments Closed

Asheville, Achilles Tendon, and Fudge

Had a whirlwind trip to Asheville yesterday—somewhat less than satisfying. I needed to pick up DH’s last paycheck, but I had to come back to Hot Springs to cash it, and meanwhile, I needed to buy groceries and feed, which I can’t do in Hot Springs, but I was a little low on $$$! Sheesh! I did manage to get it all done, though, and the girls got to see their grandaddy, which they love, especially as he has the good sense to ply them with fudge. (“Don’t you just love Grandaddy? He’s so sweet! And he always gives us fudge!”)

My achilles tendon is going to be ok. I researched it a little online, and read that when you can do calf raises without pain, you’re ready to go back to walking or running. As of today I can do a painless calf raise, so tomorrow I get to start walking again. Meanwhile I’ve been lifting weights and stretching, so hopefully I haven’t atrophied too bad.

The sun’s out, the temperature is mild-ish—I think I’ll go outside.

February 12, 2005 | Comments Closed

Doctors Say Kids Should Skip Juices
By J.M. HIRSCH, Associated Press Writer

Soda in a sippy cup? Most parents wouldn’t dream of it. But researchers say that when a baby’s bottle or cup is filled with juice – even the 100 percent, all-natural, no-sugar-added stuff – parents might as well be pouring Pepsi. A growing body of science is linking sweet drinks, natural or otherwise, to a host of child health concerns, everything from bulging bellies to tooth decay.”All of these beverages are largely the same. They are 100 percent sugar,” Dr. David Ludwig, an expert on pediatric obesity at Children’s Hospital Boston, said recently. “Juice is only minimally better than soda.”The trouble is that parents who are quick to limit a child’s soft drink consumption often overlook or even encourage juice indulgence thanks to the beverage’s good-for-you image. But that image can be overstated. Though healthy in moderation, juice essentially is water and sugar. In fact, a 12-ounce bottle of grape soda has 159 calories. The same amount of unsweetened grape juice packs 228 calories.The $10 billion juice industry maintains that a conclusive link between its products and obesity has yet to be established, but researchers say sugar is sugar, and sweet drinks of any kind must be consumed with care.Overuse of juice is a relatively recent phenomenon. Before the rise of soda, juice and other sweetened drinks during the latter half of the 20th century, water and milk were children’s primary beverages.In a nation where nearly a third of children are either overweight or at risk of becoming overweight, health officials now say high-calorie beverages have little place in a young child’s diet.”With the possible exception of milk, children do not need any calorie containing beverages,” Ludwig says. “What is needed to replace fluid loss and satisfy thirst is the same beverage we’ve been drinking for millions of years, and that’s water.”The danger of juice is that too much can throw off the balance of calories and nutrients children need, according to Dr. Terrill Bravender, director of adolescent medicine at Duke University Medical Center.In very young children, too much juice cuts the appetite for nutritionally superior breast milk or formula. In older children, it often supplements other foods, potentially adding hundreds of excess calories.Part of the problem is that the calories in juice are so concentrated. Just half a cup (4 ounces) of apple juice has 60 calories, the same as a whole apple, but without the fiber that makes fruit filling.In 2001, the American Academy of Pediatrics issued guidelines saying fruit juice should not be given to children younger than 6 months, and that there is no nutritional reason to give it to them before their first birthday.After that, juice is optional, though the group favors whole produce and urges parents to limit juice to 4 to 6 ounces a day for children up to 6 years old, and to no more than 8 to 12 ounces for older children. Experts say pudgy children should avoid juice altogether.Those guidelines concern the juice industry, which markets 6 3/4-ounce juice boxes and bags to kids. Children drink about a quarter of all juice consumed, according to the U.S. Department of Agriculture (news – web sites).Carol Freysinger, executive director of the Juice Products Association, says some producers have felt an impact since the pediatrics guidelines were released, but she wouldn’t elaborate.She is critical of doctors telling parents to eliminate juice, saying it gives a bad name to a healthy beverage and could prevent people from getting important nutrients juice offers.Despite the guidelines, 60 percent of 1-year-olds drink juice, averaging 11 1/2 ounces a day, according to 2002 USDA data. That’s up from 57 percent less than a decade before.The USDA also found that more children younger than 1 are drinking juice, up from 35 percent to 39 percent, though they are drinking less of it.While juice can be a healthy way to occasionally get picky children to consume more fruit, researchers say using it too often can exacerbate bad eating habits by training kids to prefer – and hold out for – something sweet.Dr. William Dietz, with the division of nutrition and physical activity at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (news – web sites), says parents need to be firm – thirst is satisfied with water, hunger with solid foods. Caloric beverages can blur that line.Kimberly Kwitkiwski, a mother of twin 2-year-old girls, has found a middle ground. She is careful about her daughters’ sugar intake, but since Jade and Jillian won’t drink straight water, she spikes it with a few ounces of low-sugar juice.Over the course of a day, the Hooksett, N.H., woman’s children get only about 4 or 5 ounces of light juice.Despite her vigilance, Kwitkiwski says it’s easy to be confused by mixed messages, especially on product labels. She wonders how many parents realize “no added sugar” doesn’t mean “low sugar.”Ludwig also is critical of juice marketing efforts, saying parents are easily misled into thinking they are making healthy choices. He was particularly critical of one bagged juice beverage’s claim that it “hydrates kids better than water.”"This is an example of how children’s diets can be perverted by the unbridled actions of the food industry when it places private profit ahead of public health,” he says.

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Crocus

Bernard discovered a yellow crocus blooming in the yard yesterday. What a cheerful sight! It inspired us to finally get out and plant the last handful of crocus bulbs that have been languishing on the end of the kitchen counter since October. (I know…slack.) We also finished planting the last of our little Alpine strawberry plants that we started from seed last spring.

A* saw her first crocus of the year yesterday, too.

Of course, today is windy, snowing, and cold. Typical.

Belly dancing was a blast last night. Didn’t bother my tendon at all, and today I have a few special little sore muscles. Feels good, actually, and the girls and I are looking forward to practicing some of our new moves today. And I think we’ll watch Dirty Dancing this afternoon after chores. I wonder what Netflix has in the way of belly dancing movies? Is there any such thing?

February 10, 2005 | Comments Closed