Saturday Centus 141 Spinning...

 This week's Saturday Centus with Jenny Matlock is a picture prompt, first person, one hundred words exactly.

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If I were in charge of this new year
I’d hold the world in my hand
Spinning and creating
As if I were God’s Vice President
In charge of changes

Spinning
I’d place rain where needed
I’d slow the rain when there’s too much
I’d make the wild plants grow for wild things
And tame plants grow for the civilized
Spinning

Spinning
I’d grow all children perfectly
Complete when they’re born
Instruction book included
With diagrams for the parents
Spinning

Spinning
I’d throw all bad things
Away
Hoping we’d learn this year
To love, to share, to live
Spinning

Spinning...

The Buzzards...

arrived.

The Red-Tailed Hawk was not impressed.

Trekking...

Monday I walked into the snow and mud.  I wanted to remember the last day I explored in 2012.  I needed to reconnect with the land.

I saw beauty in  frozen sand as the rain washed a path through snow.

I captured diamonds in the cedars

and rejoiced that my Lizzy was happy At The Farm.

I visited a frozen pond hidden among the pines.

I reached the highest point on our acreage and enjoyed the view while it gently rained melting much of the remaining snow.  I heard the high-pitched yip that Junior voices when he's on the trail of a rabbit. 

The Bald Eagles weren't around or they had flown away with the first sound of our approach.  A Blue Heron took flight from the pond too fast for my camera or me to see well.  The crows cawed telling the world I and the dogs were here.  

Bird song filled the air but the dog pack had them uneasy so they stayed high and safe from the marauding bunch that traveled with me.

I had lost track of time.  I headed down  to the valley that has cradled our family for five generations.  It felt good to be home again.

What's She Up To Now?

Some call it creative.  Some call it crap.  I call it getting by and making do.  Remember the old carpet roll I fell over??  Well, I have thought of a new use.  No hard feelings involved just because it tripped me.  It was innocent, this poor roll of sturdy cardboard did not intentionally wreck my ankle and my knee when I fell so loudly Hubby awoke startled in his recliner thinking, I'm sure, the house was falling in.

I had a plan.  I've been thinking and Hubby knows how dangerous that is for me and sometimes for him.

The CRAFTING table

witnesses many strange things.  This is the beginning of my solution for our over population of Andrew's musical instruments.  I have sliced the cardboard roll into random lengths, sawed a slice from one side.  The cardboard is rigid but the cut sides have some movement.  I have two bike hooks.  The cut pieces and the hooks are attached to randomly shaped wooden scraps.

DA-

DA-

DA-

Dummmmm

May 

I 

Present

My 

Latest

Creation

And

Trash

To 

Treasure.

The "Gig Trough", as I like to call it, is lined with felt to protect all these beauties.  The cardboard and hook holders have been painted black and mounted to the wall.  The Gig Trough holds the butts and the hook/cardboard holders keep the neck protected and solid.  I have quite the investment in musical stock and DO NOT want them falling.

One is Jake's, one's to sell, then the newest two can join the doubly protected group.  So the winners of the final places will be a Cort, two Fenders, and Alvarez. I fear the banjo will remain in the corner. 

How the corners did look.

How's things are beginning to shape up.  Have much tweaking to do but all and all the hard part's over.

Andrew's Pride and Joy.

I will not go into detail about the threats if this room ever, ever, ever looks this bad again.  Ahhh, gotta love those teenagers especially ones who play music.

Bread Pudding...

Dar's Stuffings posted a wonderful recipe for Bread Pudding with her mom's amazing sauce.  I've never made bread pudding because Mom just always made Cold Biscuit Cobblers with what ever fruit we had.  I thought I would give it a try.

Dar forget to tell me I must be attentive.  Directions were to cook one hour or when the a knife inserted comes out clean.  Simple, right?  Not for me.  I had a hour, the kitchen was good so back to my repairs and redesigns.

TWO HOURS later Hubby asks What's cooking in the oven.  I ran screaming as if the sprinting would turn back the clock.  Poor Bread.

Here's my poor pitiful bread pudding.  I didn't have raisins so I just had plain cinnamon bread pudding.

I panicked.  I have ruined it!  I had saved the ends of many home made loaves to create something and now I have killed their chance to live again!

A sign of a good cook, I think, is the ability to make everyone think it is supposed to come out this way.  Butter works to soften the outer crust of homemade bread so I tried that.  Nope didn't work.  So I carefully removed all the crusty pieces, cut them into small pieces and buried them in a bowl of cool whip.  That worked, I have small soft DARK squares of cinnamony goodness. 

The remaining loaf was iced with Dar's Mom's glaze.  It just didn't look right so I flipped the bread top to bottom.  Oh, the bottom was beautiful,  Sooooooo I iced that side with coconut caramel icing glaze.  

Result:  Every one loved it.  The cook's reputation was saved.  I have created a new recipe, Gail's Burnt Offerings.

Wish For The New Year:  Even when you mess up, may you always be creative enough to fix it...and learn a lesson in the fixing.

Happy New Year!