Look! No Cavities

I went to Colstrip to see the dentist today and had lunch with one my friends from Lame Deer Jr. High. Those were some of the best years of my teaching career, good friends and the feeling that we were personally making a difference in the education of the students. It's not that I don't like the people I work with now, but its just not the same. Anyway, NO Cavities! and I won't say I liked it, but it was air conditioned and even the canned Muzak wasn't too bad.

PS...the hygenist had to spend 30 minutes just cleaning my teeth and she wouldn't lecture me, but I need to FLOSS!

Kitchen Design

I'm slowly putting my kitchen design together. I started with the curtains which are a pale golden color with a red/green trim. Since a rooster is featured in the curtains, I got some other rooster stuff to try to make it look designed instead of thrown together. I've tried to find a small plant to put in the rooster planter, but so far nothing. I'm afraid I'll have to leave it empty or go with fake plants and so far I don't have any fake plants in my house. (A few very unhealthy live plants though) I found some rub on decals to trim the cupboard doors a little, but not much; I have a tendancy to go overboard, so I'm trying to be "understated." I also bought silver trimed salt/pepper and also a dish drainer that is silver. Anyway, it's not finished, but it is not quite so bland. 

Blow winds, crack your trees!

ON the right is a picture of a tree that got topped in last night's wind storm. On the left is a picture of another tree that was uprooted in the wind storm. We didn't spot it until later this afternoon. It had very shallow roots just sittng on a square foot of soil in a rock outcropping. I suppose you could call it an ill wind that brought no good. It didn't bring any rain, which we really need, and it fanned the flames of fires that were burning in the Billings area. Our house still has that smoky smell that you always take away with you after sitting around the campfire. Only this smell brings with it the knowledge that the campfire could have been someone's home. The sky is clear this morning though and promises to be a very hot day again. (see yesterday's post)

PS. I'm adding to this post the next day and we are now surrounded by smoke from local fires. When I drove back from Lame Deer this afternoon, I saw a house in flames and dozens of people in their cars watching the flames. They had no where else to go, they'd been evacuated. Hope there are enough firefighters to go around; this side of the state seems to be on fire.

To Quote Cole Porter

It's too darn hot!

PS. Happy Birthday little BRO!

Finished for Now

Well, I decided to call it finished for now. There's still paint in the seams on the glue, but I don't want to try to get all the paint for fear of losening the glue and making it fall apart. Can anyone tell me what kind of wood it is? I'm guessing walnut or maple, the lids are veneer and the sides are solid. The brass on the feet polished up real well, maybe too well. I'll keep my eyes open for a finishg that will make it a little darker.

I think that if you click on the picture, you get a larger view. 

Happy 4th

We woke up to blue skies and a light, cool breeze, perfect flag flying weather. Hope you all have a good day with your family and friends. 

Sewing Box

Ken was gathering some things from the garage to take home with him when I saw this "workbox." I immediatly recognized it as a sewing box that mom had when I was little, or as my students would say, "Don't you mean littler, Ms. Taylor?" Anyway, I remember playing with it a lot. When I brought it home, it was painted with a faux finish of brown streaks over a coat of dark yellow. I stripped the paint off and am now down to the bare wood in places. It's in pretty fragile condition, some cracks, some repaired , some not. Any way I have had some good memories and sad memories of mom as I've worked on it and am anxious to finish taking off the old "finish" to put on a new finish. I'm thinking of hand rubbed tung oil.

I had noticed right away the brand on the bottom and thought that there should be a way to trace the patent and find out more about it. It is a tribute to summer vacation laziness, that I, a librarian took 2 weeks to realize that I just had to look on the US Patent Office website to find it. http://patft.uspto.gov/netahtml/PTO/search-bool.html If you use this link and the number 1707806, you can find a picture of the patent papers. It was given a patent on April 4, 1927. (on the search page, change the date box to 1790 to present) It was patented because of the unique nature of the now missing hinge feature that automatically closed one lid when you opened the other lid. I remember playing with the lids quite a bit, that's probably why. And come to think of it, that's probably why the hinge is missing now.

I haven't been able to decipher the chalk marks on the bottom though. I'll post a picture of the finished product. Don't wait up for it though, I'm working on the legs right now and it could take a while longer than I think. Lots of turns with lots of paint stuck in them. 

There's a Tomato Tale in Here Somewhere

OK, first of all this is one of those trick pictures that Picassa let's you do called a multiple exposure. There are two pictures blended into one. There's a close up picture of a tomato plant and a wide angle picture of a curved, arc structure.

Here's the story. A lot of years ago, I thought it would be neat to have a hammock in the back yard. I could lie in the hammock in the evening and read my book and enjoy the balmy breezes..or I could lie in the hammock at night and watch the stars come out. Good idea, right? Not really as it turns out. The sun is still to bright when it's light enough to read and the skeeters get you when the stars come out. If I sit in my recliner chair by the widows with the door open to create a cross draft, I get the same effect. And I just lie on the porch to watch the stars come out. Well, after years of putting the hammock up each year after school lets out and putting it back in Andrew's room under the bed or in the closet or somewhere before the first snow flies, I mentioned to Bill that we might as well take the hammock to the dump. It was in the car before the next sun set. All that remains in the yard is a metal arc that is very well made and has sturdy construction and will outlast our house, I think.

Now to the tomato part.

At either end of the hammock frame are round rings on which to hook the hammock. (Please notice that the preceding sentences does not end with a prepostion) I had a notion that a hanging pot of flowers might brighten up the yard and could be hung from one of the hooks. As luck would have it, the grocery store in town frequently gets plants and cut flowers delivered and they had a nice big pot of flowers with petunias, alyseum, pansies and a few other unidentified flowers. I brought it home and hung it from the hammock frame, but then it looked unbalanced. You can kinda see the pink petunias in the picture. So on Mother's Day weekend when we went to Miles City, I was looking for a pot to balance out the arc. I saw a nice, bushy looking pot with these puny, yellow flowers. I read the little stick they put in the pots to tell you what the name of the plant is and it was a . . . . have you guessed by now? A Tomato plant! And today, I picked my first tomatoes!!!!!!

PS. Does anyone know how to format these pictures in the blog so you can have the text surrounding the pictures?

PPS. I just added a second picture to the blog without using PIcass!

Aunties and Uncles at the Battlefield

Another beautiful summer's afternoon was spent at the Little Bighorn Battlefield. We'll have to make Uncle Lee and Aunt Irene stay the summer to make sure we don't get the hot weather that's coming. I drove out to the Battlefield to meet up with my aunties and uncles and spent the afternoon taking the tour. I've been several times already but one can always learn a little more each time. Our museum lecture was presented by a Ranger from the Crow tribe, which was a first for me. It gave the story a slightly different slant than the one I've heard in my Cheyenne history classes. We went to the Trading Post shop across the highway and I was in for another suprise. I've only been to the shop in the off season and it was quite crowed on a June afternoon so close to the anniversary of the Battle. I stopped by the Kentucky Fried Chicken at the gas station stop to bring home supper and got home just in time to put it on the table. 

Family Fotos

If you look closely you'll see that the people in this picture are looking at pictures of people in pictures. They are my family looking at pictures of their family. On Father's Day we spent a wonderful evening at my cousin's house visiting with family that we don't get to see very often. My aunt and uncle came in from "back East" and dad brought along a few family albums to share. We ate good food, way too much dessert and talked 'til the skeeters came out. Hope everyone had as good a day as we had. 

Workshops and Laptops

I've been attending a workshop at Lame Deer this week and I brought my laptop to take notes. I bought it last year and I haven't used it enough to get really comfortable with it. Now I'm at my desktop computer and I'm having trouble with this keyboard.....yesh who woudda thought it would happen like that?


Anyway, this workshop is about developing a curriculum to teach the history and culture of the Northern Cheyenne to our students and students around the state. In 1972 the Montana Constitution was revised and contained a provision to have all students educated about the native people of the state, Indian Education for All, and now in 2006, the money has been budgeted and the schools are actually expected to implement the law. Of course it took a few years of litigation to make it happen but it is necessary if people are going to stop being ignorant of special nature of the tribes in Montana. I have been working on or near the Northern Cheyenne Reservation for 26 years now and I have learned a few things about the history and culture, but sadly, no language. I do encounter racist attitudes from people when I mention that I work at Lame Deer. When I read comments in the Billings Gazette, I realize that most people really don't understand the special nature of treaty rights and sovereignty; I barely understand them myself and I've been trying for a few years now. Anyway, I think that if the study of Montana tribes will help educate the general populace and help the bad feelings between the tribes and the "white" population.

I'm not sure why I was invited to participate since all the other members are Northern Cheyenne. I guess I'm the "token." Kind of a new feeling for me, but not a bad feeling, I don't think anyone resents my presence, at least I hope not.

Kitchen Makeovered

Well, it's officially painted. I'll get to deocorating it after I can get to one of the "MART" stores and find something colorful to add. It's quite bland compared to what it has been for the last several years, but I'll think of it as a blank canvass just waiting for some color. Right now I gotta think of some way to celebrate it's completion, definitly not cooking in it though. Then I'd have to clean it again! 

Waterworks

Every summer I move the fridge out and dust behind it and since I was painting, I had to move it anyway. So this summer when I move it and dusted I must have jostled something I shouldn't have or the fridge is just plain old, but we had a minor leak for a few hours. There is a hose leading into the fridge to the ice cube maker. We've never used it since we don't even drink the water without filtering it. Anyway that was the hose that leaked. Bill just turned the water off under the house and cut the ice maker hose and capped it. No more leak! Not a very dramatic story, but I just had to tell it in light of the other leaky pipe stories.

Kitchen Makeover

Last summer I debated and debated whether or not to paint my kitchen. By the time I'd made up my mind to do it, it was August already and too hot to paint. I painted once in August and the paint steamed on the walls, not the best way for paint to dry. So this summer, once I'd returned from Dickenson, I told myself that if I didn't paint right away, I would let it go another summer. I wish I hadn't listened to myself. Once you start painting, you can't stop until it's all done, at least I can't. I'd forgotten how tedious cabinet doors are to paint, and I'm only doing the outside, the inside can wait! This is a picture of what the cupboards looked like "before." Next week, or when ever I get it finished, I'll post the "after" picture.

I'm painting everything the same neutral "golden biscuit" color. I figure that I can get colorful curtains and dodads for the walls and when I get tired of that color, I just have to get new curtains instead of painting the whole shebang, 'cause I doubt seriously that I will feel like painting again any time in the near or distant future. 

Grad's Weekend

This is the 3rd time I've tried this posting. The first time I published it on the Lame Deer Morning Stars Blog. Then I fell asleep for a few hours and tried again when I awoke. After messing up yet again I accidentally pushed the wrong buttons. If this doesn't work, I'll just send the picture via email and write the posting without pix.

Anyway, the graduation weekend started when dad came over to Ashland on Friday night. We left Saturday morning to attend Jon's graduation on Sunday. Saturday we had supper at a Mexican restaurant with hats all over the walls. I think it was called the sombrero. Sunday afternoon we attended Jon's graduation ceremony. It started with a Rose Mass and at the end of the service the graduates presented roses to their parents. (notice that Jon is wearing a red grad gown? Geoff was wearing a red grad gown too. Coincidence??? or not????) I didn't get very many good pictures of the ceremony as I didn't move from my seat and the stage was too far away. I know I've taken pictures of cows in fields farther away than that stage was, must be the difference between stagelight and sunligh. I'll have to figure out how to set my camera better. I got a few good pictures of the family at the house afterwards. I'll post those on the Yahoo site or just email them if my luck doesn't get any better.

We had a good time at the open house meeting and getting reaquainted with Jon's Hellman relatives. Cec and Natalie had set up a buffet of food to snack and chat with and it was good. In fact I had such a good time, I think I'll ask Natalie to reserve me a seat at her graduation. We headed back early Monday morning and the traffic was still light for the first "vacation" day of the year so we made good time getting home.

PS. For those who haven't heard yet, Jon is going to Rome next week for his "senior trip." I tease him that since he didn't speak much Italian, his job would be to translate for the German tourists.

Old Pictures

I was cleaning out my closet; it seemed like a good idea at the time. I basically transferred stuff from old cardboard boxed into nice, clean plastic boxes with lids. Anyway I found this old picture. I think it was taken at Templed Hills, maybe the year I was the assistant cook. I'm in the first row near the top and David and Janet are in the second row near the bottom. I think that's Win Seitz behind David, but I don't recognize any one else. Maybe I need a magnifying glass or something, eh?

Marcell Moo So

For 25 years I've been meaning to take this picture so I could call it Marcell Moo So and today I finally remembered to take my camera with me. So here it finally is. We took a drive up to Miles City today. Yesterday I spent the day trying to get the yard mowed. I managed to get the area around the house mowed and the rest can wait till next weekend, maybe. I knew it was time to mow finally when the dandelions all turned to puf f balls and the cat disapeared in the lawn and could only be spotted by his tail moving in and out of the tall grass. So anyway, I was ready to get out of the yard for a while and decided to take the scenic route up to Miles City and maybe take a few pictures along the way. It is so green this spring! I wanted to enjoy it before it all turns brown. Anyway, we started off up the dirt road behind our house and didn't get very far before the ruts threatened to swallow up my little car. I took a few picutures and turned around and took the almost scenic route on the highway to Broadus and then north to Miles City. It was a beautiful day for a drive, sunny and not too hot. I had second thoughts about it, considering the price of gas, but I will say it was cheaper to come home than to get there. Gas was $.20 cheaper in Miles City. Now that's not right. . . I don't pay $.20 more for a loaf of bread or a can of soda. Why should the price of gas be so different from place to place????? 

Mother's Day

It has been a melancholy and teary week for me. All the adds for Mother's Day gifts reminding me that I have no one to send gifts to this year. I always enjoyed looking around and trying to find a gift that mom would enjoy.

Dancing with Meth = Death

I was part of the Lame Deer Rally Against Meth yesterday. All in all it was a good experience for me, and for the students as well, but probably not for the same reasons. We marched (walked) from the Indian Health Clinic to the Tribal Building all wearing T shirts that said "Don't Meth With ME." The shirts had been handed out at the clinic, as were some banners and placards. I was walking behind a student carrying a poster that was reinforced with a strip of card board that had writing on the backside. It said "Tauscher, Jr. HI." For those of you who don't know, Tauscher retired a few years ago, but her name lives on. It was a pleasant day, with sun and a nice breeze every now and then, but it was too many hours in the sun for me. I sort of zoned out after lunch. I had worn my hat and was carrying a large umbrella for shade, so I didn't get sunburned much at all. The kids either took off for town or stuck around, but most didn't listen to the speeches. I really think that the kids will learn their lessons about drugs from the examples set before them, not from speeches. We adults could get inspired to set good examples, but for the kids it was a "free day."

Two weeks and counting down!!!!!

To Mow or Not?

  

This is the 3rd time I've tried to post this, so you're getting the abbrieviated version. The reason my yard looks like a pasture instead of a lawn is because I don't want to kill the little flowers that are part of the greenery. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. When the flowers are past full bloom, then I'll start thinking about mowing.