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Jammin’

This year I had aspirations of becoming a domestic goddess by canning all sorts of delicious treats that could be savored during the winter and given as homemade gifts. Two weeks ago I went to a farm and bought two bushes of peaches (two bushels) and three bags of apples along with all sorts of other veggies. My goal was to make some ridiculous amount of items – I think I had 7 recipes all planned out. Let’s just put it out there right away that I accomplished two.

Preserving is hard work. The ladies who lived in Little House on the Prairie times had it rough doing it over a stove because for me, in my un-air-conditioned kitchen, I get a sweaty mess. I can’t imagine making preserves over a fire.

What I accomplished was not the delicious peach jam I intended, nor the apple butter or applesauce. Instead I made peach salsa (which I won’t eat) and peach chutney (which I might eat but is pretty iffy). Good work, Kate!

This weekend I did better, with a great deal of help from Wonder Boy. We harvested the grapes from our backyard and spent the better part of Saturday skinning, de-seeding and cooking grapes. In the end we got 26 jars of jam that I already have people dibbing. (Lesson: Don’t Facebook and Tweet the things you are making and cooking.)

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Ed Begley, Jr., Going Green and Baby Animals

Wonder Boy and I consider ourselves to be pretty green. We recycle religiously, we compost all of our non-dairy food scraps, we’re vegetarian, we’ve taken measures to make out home as energy efficient as a 110-year-old house can be. You get the picture. So when I heard about this year’s Farmers’ Fair in Covington, Kentucky, it piqued my interest. When I found out the keynote speaker was Ed Begley, Jr., I was all “Done deal, no debate – I’m going.”

I don’t have some secret crush on Ed. I’m not that familiar with his show, Living With Ed, though I have seen an episode or two. I just know that he is a man who is dedicated to living in a way that is environmentally friendly. And that is someone I can get behind.

I invited many folks to go to the fair but in the end it was me, my mom and Wonder Boy. Everyone else missed out because we got this close to Ed:

And his message was pretty cool. He basically said he makes okay cash now so he can afford to do crazy things to his house to be greener, but in the beginning he did small things. He encouraged people to only do what they could afford to and to move up the scale as they were able. First a composter, then a solar-powered water heater, then solar panels powering your house. That inspired me to push myself to do more. Maybe we can do an energy audit on our house and see efficient things really are? (We need to repair an obviously leaking front door first because otherwise we’re just setting ourselves up for failure.)

He spoke also about transportation. This is where I felt like I was being spoken to. Ed drives an electric car and has done so since the 1970s. The reality is, most of us have a very small area in which we drive and that area can be covered by an electric car. For Wonder Boy and I, we have made a choice to live very close to where we work (or to work very close to where we live) so that we don’t pollute with fuel. But we are still a two-person household with two cars, a scooter and, soon, a moped. That’s crazy. We also live about three houses down from a bus stop so public transportation is readily available.

I’m ruminating on this. Deciding how I can turn the message I heard into some positive action. I’m glad it got me thinking.

There was one other really great thing about the Farmers’ Fair. Baby animals!!!

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Camping with Fireworks

This past weekend I was in Dayton with Wonder Boy for the annual Roll in the Hay scooter rally, hosted by the Gem City Rollers. It was my second year for the event so I was prepared in terms of what to expect for the weekend-long event.

  • Day One: Karaoke, drinking and socializing
  • Day Two: Breakfast, ride, scooter contests, dinner, drinking and dancing
  • Day Three: Coffee and doughnuts and head home

Our sleeping accommodations were a tent but Wonder Boy hooked me up with an air mattress so I wouldn’t throw out my back again. We had a solar shower that we would get to use and make positive use of the heat (last year was really cold). There was a cooler packed with beer so we could drink something of our own selection when the kegs ran dry. We were set.

What we were not prepared for was a night of fireworks. Literally. On Friday night people managed to kill three and a half of the five kegs that had been iced up for the weekend (normally we go through one or so) and they got a little rowdy. Wonder Boy and I are set in our ways so we went to bed thinking the weekend would run like rally past and that Saturday would be the big night.

Oh no.

Fireworks started going off around 11 pm and continued until about 3 am. Somewhere around 3 am, someone drove their scooter up to our tent so the light was shining through the mesh “window” and yelled “Get a Room.” We were in a tent. Isn’t that sort of like a room???

Saturday could have been renamed Napping Day for me since I took several to make up for Friday night. But the ride through Dayton made everything worth it. The Gem City Rollers planned a great route for us with a mix of country roads and city riding. It did rain some but that didn’t slow us down. (It did cause one person to fall, but she was okay and her scooter only had some scratches.) Lunch was at the PNC 2nd Street Market, which is wonderful. A few irritated looks from cops, I think the ride was a resounding success.

After the ride, there were the necessary games of Scooter Soccer, the weiner game (no idea what it’s called), obstacle courses, etc.

Saturday evening, Wonder Boy and I had a new tactic. We would hang out with the fireworks boys. That way we would know what was going on instead of being irritated. A mistake. We saw one guy, literally, shoot a firecracker out of his butt. Out. Of. His. Butt. We saw others shoot massive fireworks off in the middle of trees. It was ridiculous.

So we went to bed.

All that said, which could easily be perceived as complaining, we’ll definitely be back next year. For sure. (With ear plugs next time.)

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Hitting the Road

When I got hired for my new job, I was told there would be some amount of “travel.” I had no expectations of anywhere fancy. I had quickly gathered that a lot of work would be done in glamourous cities in Ohio and nearby states. This week I got to take my first work trip. It was up and back in one day, so nothing too big. But I had to use my corporate credit card so that makes it feel big, right?

I’ll tell you what did make it feel big – the rental car I had.

Holy. Moly. Seriously, this is literally the car my grandpa drove. The car even had Florida plates, an appropriate homage to my grandpa.
Maybe the next trip will involve a smaller vehicle???
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Smooth Away … More Like Sand Your Flesh Off

As a parting gift from my old job, my whole team catered to my ridiculous love of As Seen on TV Products. I received a whole Space Bag® of fabulousness. Rather than bore you with a listing of every item I received, I thought I would do one better: bore you with reviews on each individual item. Points I will be covering are inventiveness, practicality and, most importantly, does it work.

The first product I decided to review was Smooth Away, a product that claims to gently exfoliate while at the same time removing your hair.

I waited until Shave Your Legs Friday (and yes, shaving my legs is an infrequent enough event that it deserved its own title) so I would have more hair to work with. I am not a beat or anything, but I did have legitimate hairs that needed removed.

Upon opening the packaging I was welcomed with this cute, pocket-sized kit. Smooth Away® gets total points for thinking about hiding away what could be considered embarrassing toiletries.

It’s when you open the super cute pouch that things start to go south.

Do you spot what’s wrong in there? Let me make it more obvious.

Now when I see the number 3 followed by the letter M, I conjure up images of tape, Velcro, super glue and sandpaper. Particularly that last one. A quick look at the 3M part of Smooth Away® confirmed my suspicions.

Sandpaper.

But I’m no wimp. I peeled off the adhesive backing on the sandpaper and stuck the sandpaper to the Smooth Away® applicators. (Yes, there are two applicators. One large one for your legs and one small one for your more delicate bits. I decided against testing this item with the sandpaper on my delicate bits. Frankly, I wouldn’t have shared publicly if I had, but once I saw the sandpaper, I was out like George Michael.)

After a few deep breaths, I put the applicator on the hand and got ready to go to down sandpapering my leg.

I started rubbing my leg furiously with the Smooth Away® sandpaper, with brief rests in between to see if any hair was going away. Instead all I felt was hot, hot heat like fire going down my shin.

I have no after photos for you. I can’t show you a hair-free leg. Well, I could post a picture of how my legs looked after I shaved them with a razor, but that’s not the point of this review.

So how did the Smooth Away® rate?

  • Inventiveness? Yes
  • Practicality? Maybe
  • Does it work? NO
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