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Allie's Journey

For the next several months this will be dedicated to information pertinent to Allene M. Maddock. Her care has been assumed by Hospice as of 06Apr12.

Please feel free to call or write her. If you call be patient and take time to explain who you are. Currently she remembers, but you have to help her focus so she truly knows who she is talking to at the moment. We have to do this too, and I frequently say something like, "Yes this is Scott, your oldest."

Her phone is area code two-zero-six, and the number is 216 3816.

Her Address:
Allie Maddock
c/o Queen Ann Manor
100 Crockett Street
Seattle, Washington
    98109

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Miscellaneous and Tryptonaps

I've been reviewing my pictures on Flickr lately. I've gone back eleven months so far, and I was pleasantly surprised. The pictures are better than I remembered. I'm encouraged to try and copy them all over to another account, and start cleaning up the current account to images which were artistically motivated in conception or execution, with the family, friends, and proofs included on the other account. That would reduce the items of less interest for most visitors.

I also had fun catching up on the Monroe Flickr accounts this weekend (names skipped to protect the irreverent). I viewed all the photos I hadn't seen before and will probably be commenting and/or favoriting some of my favorites. I do that a lot, coming back to the ones that stick in my mind for a bit. Right now I've not got a lot of Flickr contacts. On the one hand I'd like to have more, on the other I wouldn't have the luxury of looking at every new image if I did. Justifying shyness I suppose. For some of the more prodigious contacts oftentimes I now page through the stream rather than each individual image.

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We had the read through for my one act play this Sunday, including my friend David F standing in for one of the principals. It was daunting to have six actors there reading my script along with the director (L. Nicol Cabe) and our Freehold Studio Series mentor (Sarah Harlett). The first rehearsal is March 2nd, when we should have all seven actors there for table work. I brought in donuts for everyone, as with this bug I thought it best not to bring in home cooking. I don't think I'm contagious but didn't want to stretch my luck, but I may be able to bring something for the 2nd.

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A week ago Sunday we had a roast turkey as a treat for Aaron and Sonya who were down visiting. (They don't eat mammals.) I made a stuffing with celery, broken up rice cakes, mushrooms, minced giblets, and juices from said giblets. It was more a pudding consistency, and I thought scrumptious. The gravy needed xanthum gum in addition to the rice flour, and was surprisingly good. I mention the turkey because I made the leftovers into soup on Friday. Following is a picture of most the post stock making ingredients and a bit of a process description.

MkII_00087 Turkey Soup To Be
The big bowl has the carrots and potatoes which I like to cook more, and the tomatoes and celery which I wanted broken down for this batch. Next the red bell peppers with some slightly dried out brown basmati rice was added along with the dark meat. The light meat and some wild rice was added just before taking off the heat. The stock was made with the bones and skin from the turkey which Eric separated, and stock veggies (carrots, onions, turnip, rutabaga). It was strained and hominy added before starting the reheat and adding the above. Ended up with a couple gallons of nice turkey soup which has been quite a hit. About the only additional seasoning was salt, ground pepper, and parsley, mostly for color.

As long as we're on cooking, I set the oven to start a sirloin tip roast while I was at the read through. It got done a little sooner than I expected, and was totally delish. For vegetables I chopped up some sun dried tomatoes and simmered them with some sauteed mustard seeds and water. I'd have simmered this much shorter except the tomatoes were crunchy rather than the more chewy, dried fruit type. I have to look around for some of those. To the simmering mixture I added frozen peas which came out alright, and reheated to be better. Chelsea and Madeline came by and Eric gave Chelsea helpings of roast beef, the spaghetti squash and marinara, and I think a little turkey soup. It was flattering he wanted to share my recent edible creations with his daughter.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Feeling Squashed

I'm switching between feeling like I'm strangling and wanting to feel myself strangling something. Not a person, just whatever it is which is blocking me. Nice and early out of the sack today. Not feeling nice and early, but I was able to get the car in for servicing, and have them shuttle me to work. My cell phone alarm went off as I was getting on the elevator at work, so I know I got here at 8am. That's god awful early for me.

There's an edge of something I'm standing on, wondering if it is a precipice or a curb.

I'm furious about something, and wonder if there would be less or more rage if I could identify it.

I wish my history really was history.

I can't move anything, yet everything can move me.

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, yeah you betcha.


The evening before last I cooked up the last spaghetti squash from the small crop Eric grew. It turns out our small crop was bigger than most people's, it was a wretched growing season. I used a little extra of most ingredients as it was a good sized squash. It was yummy. Last night I planned to cut up a couple leftover Cajun links add them to a plain marinara, and use that with the left over spaghetti squash. Happy accident. One of the links was eaten by then, but the quarter cabbage that I season, sear, and steam with the sausage in their own juices was left. I used that and the remaining sausage, chopping them and heating with the marinara. It was "Oh My God Good."

FROM _http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/spaghetti-squash-i/Detail.aspx
* 1 spaghetti squash, halved lengthwise and seeded
* 2 tablespoons vegetable oil
* 1 onion, chopped
* 1 clove garlic, minced
* 1 1/2 cups chopped tomatoes
* 3/4 cup crumbled feta cheese
* 3 tablespoons sliced black olives
* 2 tablespoons chopped fresh basil

Directions

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Lightly grease a baking sheet.
2. Place spaghetti squash cut sides down on the prepared baking sheet, and bake 30 minutes in the preheated oven, or until a sharp knife can be inserted with only a little resistance. Remove squash from oven, and set aside to cool enough to be easily handled.
3. Meanwhile, heat oil in a skillet over medium heat. Saute onion in oil until tender. Add garlic, and saute for 2 to 3 minutes. Stir in the tomatoes, and cook only until tomatoes are warm.
4. Use a large spoon to scoop the stringy pulp from the squash, and place in a medium bowl. Toss with the sauteed vegetables, feta cheese, olives, and basil. Serve warm.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Trucking

Our playwriting assignment for next week is to start with a news story about Moon Trees, referring to trees germinated from seeds taken aboard the Apollo 14 mission to the moon. The second part is to pick a genre which is outside your normal style(s) and use that. I'm going to try a modern noir. I mention it, because it sounds like a fun premise.

Another bit of yesterday's class was quite fun. We got done a little early and the instructor asked what we wanted to discuss anything, or if people just wanted to reclaim the time. I spoke up, "It's my Dad's 80th birthday today and if you'd like we could sing Happy Birthday to his Voice Mail if I get it." They said, heck we could sing to him anyway. It was an enthusiastic response so I called and did indeed get voice mail, and we sang. I for one, thought it was wonderfully fun. I'd thought about asking folks to sing earlier in class, and dismissed it not being able to think of a way to introduce the idea which wasn't out of place or contrived, then an opportunity made itself available.

This break from reading is impacting me in unexpected ways. For over ten years I've been putting on a movie when I go to sleep, which slowed and focused my mind on something innocuous which let me easily drift off, instead of going through the multi-hour struggle to sleep. Ending that seems to make my sleep more solid as I wake up earlier feeling ready to go. So far, it hasn't made getting to sleep take longer. I've even stopped listening to the news on the radio, which changes the whole nature of the commute. Skipping the paper in the morning frees up an amazing amount of time, and I get to work earlier and still have time for the stretches to reduce the sciatica adventures. To top it off coffee seems to mess with me more.

I have some work to do on the computer tonight which does not fall into the rather inclusive "reading" category. I'll be preparing "Thank You for auditioning, but..." notifications and getting the next round of tweaks on the script started. The extra time will be useful tonight as I slog through.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Getting Back to Journaling the Artistic Journey

Maybe. It's a step which I need to take at least for a while. Keeping a journal, like morning pages, organizes things in my mind and the desire to write something of personal import motivates me. It may not be interesting to others, and with all due regard to my gentle reader(s), I don't give a rat's ass. (Why do I like that expression?)

No reading for one week. I can still work of course, but no newspapers, books, Email, tv, etc. Except for The Artist's Way and notes or tasks for that, and work. It's week four of The Artist's Way, and this is the most poignant thing since starting the morning pages, where you do a sort of mind dump on three pages every morning.

The program is just starting to impact my psyche. I'm getting a feeling things I had thought were long ago dealt with are more likely shelved for later neuroses. Well, shit on that. I'll just have to deal. Starting with a failing Mom I'm not even sure I like. Family love is a funny thing. Funny as in occasionally fucked up, not funny weird or funny ha-ha.

One of the things I started dealing with is one of my very good friends, one I've not seen much of in quite a while. I don't think Friend ever reads this, not many do. I'll be circumspect just the same. 'Friend' is a talented and brilliant artist who I greatly admire, whose example urged me to seek advanced training. Ironically, much of the reason I have pulled back from the arts outside of work pressures which I've never taken too seriously anyway, which I considered a challenge not a block, is Friend's feedback.

Friend neither respects nor values my work on stage. Rather than pay attention to any others who have given me wonderfully supportive and encouraging feedback, I let this hold me back. The Artist's Way revealed this hidden block, and is also challenging the source of said notion. First I find things which are blocking me, then find I'm picking the most devastating negativities I can find, and giving them disproportionate weight. I talk about going through the conservatory program, yet haven't been doing much. I need to get on my feet more, it saves my psyche and emotional life, and feeds my other creative endeavors. I don't need accolades I'll never get from someone who typically looks for things they don't like in any production instead of finding what is moving or enjoyable.

The same thing with poetry. I like memorizing and reciting (manly) poetry. Kipling, Service, Coleridge, etc. And Shakespeare. No one really wants to hear it, so there is another manufactured bit of negativity. It doesn't matter if they don't care for poetry or poetry of that type, or can't stop to listen to another for that long. I could try to find others who like to recite things, but then I'd have to put up or shut up. Reciting for one to several people in an informal setting is harder for me than a large theater with regards to stage fright, which might feed the underlying avoidance.

It's the start of a search for things which fuck me up. And owning them rather than blaming others as my inner republican would like to do.