Real men making buns

Gads I love food. My bread making has come along very well I think with a little mentor ship from Mum. The buns are delicious!

First attempt at making buns - panned back



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Guitar

Managed to squeeze another stint of an hour or more at Long & McQuade today. Snoot is getting right into playing guitar.

She's insatiable when it comes to playing just now. Normally her tolerance for hanging around a store for an hour, with nothing specific to do, would drive her mad, but not so with a music store filled with hundreds of guitars one can play. I was just as happy to be there, but maybe that goes without saying.

We got to kill an hour there after a dental appointment earlier in the week and then we were back at it today. The earlier trip yielded a strap for Snoot's dreadnaught. She's in love with it. It's a Japanese plywood top Suzuki that M&P bought me when I was in grade six... 1971? It's been played quite a bit and rebuilt once in about 1995 or so. It was major surgery then, but M&P's money has been secured well enough for the $75 Mr. Grazley helped invest. Was his first name John?

It's funny that we can hang out and play a lot of guitars at L&Mc and then come home and that old Suzuki of hers comes up smelling like roses. It's not a perfect scale length anymore, but it's quite workable. I expect that all the use has helped it's component parts to cooperate and it shows up in the warm tone. That, combined with the durability of a laminated top, has been quite a good value all in all.

I can't believe that Suzuki are still at it!

Mum took this when she was out.

Wonderful words

I love words.

"A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path; for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down."

~ Kipling. The Jungle Book.

I came across this quote today and it reminded me of the high quality of the phrasing in Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson. I'm not done reading it yet, but I'll still recommend it. I'm already sorry that's it isn't thousands of pages longer. I should probably read some criticism of it before I go off on a gush here.

22km race photos

http://www.prairieview.ca/trailrunning/

Photos from the trail. I haven't run since which has been great. I love the cycles of training. I trained hard for the 22km race and I'm looking forward to a winter with not so much running, but a lot of activity outside. I've got my sights firmly set on the Manitoba half marry next Fathers day. I haven't set down the dates to begin training for that yet, but I should do that soon and have it out of the way. I'd like to have the start date in mind all winter. This 22km run was very good for me. I was quite strong, rebounded very well I think and am looking forward to a run on Sunday.