Kate's Point of View

The Product of Creative Frustration

Gym

Yesterday I got sad news at the gym where I have been dutifully attending to my yogurt diet. This coming August my YMCA will be closing. I understand exactly why it’s closing – it’s for all of the reasons I love the place:
  • It’s not crowded (low membership)
  • All essentials are there but no frills (not the most up-to-date)
  • The place smells like a gym and makes you want to work out 30+* years of sweat are worn into the place and can’t be cleaned off)

Wonder Boy and I now have to explore our other YMCA options or look into other area gyms. I’m assuming one of the YMCAs will work. Mainly because I hate the other chain gyms we could go to. They’re loud and the girls all try to look coordinated and cute. One of my favorite parts about working out (aside from the frozen yogurt I reward myself with) is the opportunity to read. At so many of the chain gyms there is music blaring and TVs on each machine. With that distraction, concentrating on a book is way more difficult. Blech.

The thing I will miss most about my gym has nothing to do with the people or working out. I love seeing the magnolia tree outside bloom every summer. The deep green waxy leaves and big flowers are just beautiful. When I walk by I can’t help but touch them. Last night I snapped some pictures so I wouldn’t forget:

*I have no idea how long my YMCA location has been there, just that my mom went there pre-me.

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Musty and Wonderful

Back when Wonder Boy and I went to Ghana my sister-in-law was nice enough to lend me her Kindle to take with me. It was fully loaded with books, many of the vampire variety, and weighed almost nothing. For a girl who travels with little more than a backpack or two, going electronic for books is a great thing.

All that said, I’m not an e-reader convert. (Still grateful for the loan though!) Do you know what I love best about books? The smell. I love a new book and how it smells of its packaging and the printer. I love when you open an old book and it smells musty. I also like how with a book you can see physical progress as you make your way through pages. Sure, there’s a page count with an e-reader, but it’s not the same.

People in my book club are falling fast to e-readers, an apparently so is everyone else. A Pew Internet study shows that e-read ownership has doubled between November 2010 to May 2011, a period of only 6 months. And I get it. E-readers give you the ability to carry around your entire library in your handbag.

I’m holding out though. This doesn’t mean I won’t cave someday. After all, after years of stalling I did finally get a cell phone. But maybe if I wait long enough e-readers will come with a built in smell of freshly printed paper and must. (Or, and this plays a big role in my avoidance, maybe someday I won’t be working in a profession where I look at a computer all day, which only makes me want to avoid all other screens. After all, that lottery dream could come true, right?)

Until then, I’m hitting up the library and staying on good terms with all of my e-reader connections.

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Homemade Veggie Patties

I’ve meat free for about 4 years now (not counting a few unintentional accidents). Transitioning to an animal-free diet has been relatively easy. One of the main challenges I face is keeping variety in my diet so I don’t get bored. I’ve also become increasingly aware of how much I rely on processed food for protein sources.

Do you ever have someone say something and it just sticks in your head? This will sound like I am changing my focus, but hang in there. Years ago I mentioned to a friend how ugly I thought maternity clothes were that tied behind to create a waistline. A week later she announced she was pregnant and paranoid about maternity clothes. Oops! A co-worker of mine recently went on and on about soy and how bad it was. I later realized what her specific issues were with soy and know I can ignore a lot of her concerns, but the comments have remained in my head. And most of those processed foods I eat (told you I’d be back on topic) use soy.

A few family functions ago my uncle-in-law introduced me to quinoa. He also introduced me to the proper pronunciation of the word – Keen-wa versus Qui-no-a. This is a wonder food! It’s a grain, which means it qualifies as a member of one of my favorite food groups, and it has tons of protein in it. Wonder Boy and I have been working in quinoa into our diets with increasing frequency. We strive to mix up our protein sources throughout the week and use as lot less processed food.

Last night I made homemade quinoa / black bean veggie patties. Mmmm they were good! I got the recipe from The Vegetarian Times and, although it took a while to make, the end result was well-worth it. The best part is that the recipe yields 8 patties and I was able to freeze 6 of them for 3 future meals.

I checked the Vegetarian Times site for the recipe, but no luck. Here’s an alternative recipe that also looks good if you’d like to give homemade veggie patties a shot.

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To the People Who Supersize Everything

When Wonder Boy and I were shopping for our new washer every sales person gasped at the mere thought that we would choose a smaller than standard washer. We were talked into a larger one, which didn’t fit into our basement. So we went back to the original plan of the smaller washer.

Today I did laundry for the first time in our new washer. Although still small, this washer, at 2.2 cubic feet, is larger than our old washer. (New, supersized washers are anywhere from 3 to 5 cubic feet.) So loading it up was awesome.

To all of the people who wrote reviews about how this washer was good but way too small? Get over yourself. To the people at Home Depot and Lowe’s? You were wrong. I do not regret this new washer.

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Me and Bugs

In my basement there are shelves full of paint, stain, tools and scrap building material. There is also one whole shelf dedicated to killing bugs. We recently experienced our annual tiny ant infestation and Wonder Boy headed downstairs to see if we had anything to kill them off. He came back upstairs and just looked at me. “Why do we have so many bottles of spray to kill flying bugs?” I explained that in my opinion flying bugs are the absolute worst so if a poison will kill a flying bug, certainly it will kill a stupid crawling bug. I don’t think my answer satisfied him. One bottle dedicated to killing flying bugs? Sure. But 5?

I have always hated bugs. I freak out about them like a … bad girl stereotype. I scream. I jump and run away. When I was younger and putting dishes into the dishwasher, I saw an ant on my leg and jumped onto the open door of the dishwasher. Obviously it broke. Obviously it was hard to explain to my parents why an ant caused such destruction. Another time I was moving the lawn and got distracted by a spider, probably a daddy-longlegs , and ran the mower over a rock. That led to a broken lawn mower. Again, my parents were not impressed with the bug cause.

It’s all pretty ironic then that in my photography classes, which I am taking to accomplish things on my 100 list, my favorite pictures keep being of bugs. I’ve been inspired by some photos my friend took. (There are no bug pictures on his blog yet, but trust me, he’s taken awesome ones.)

In class on Tuesday I asked the teacher to critique some of my photos, which he’ll do for everyone. I’ve found this to be incredibly helpful. Also, I miss the days of school when you got immediate feedback on things you did. I like to be graded for the quality of my work… I got really positive feedback on the photos I shared (below) but I got fabulous kudos for my bug picture. And I am proud to report that after taking the picture I did not scream, run or kill the bug.

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