Death and Math

The best part of the semester so far is telling people what my classes are on Tues/Thur - Death and Math.

Now, if you know me very well you're probably thinking I mean that I'm dying from having to take math. True. That's not an exaggeration as I think this math class just might do me in this semester... But then I think that every time I take math, right?

However, my death class is actually just that. A class on death and dying. It's a sociology class about how societies, the U.S. in particular, deal with death, dying, and bereavement. It's really very interesting but it's oh so fun to see people's reactions when I tell them what class I'm taking. One girl stopped by our classroom on the second day of class looking for the room she should be in and asked what class it was. "Death." She didn't even say anything else, just turned and walked quickly away.

The professor walked in the first day, "You're all here for death and dying?" We all just laughed.

You also get some weird looks when reading the text book in public. Some people would rather not sit by you. I wonder what people who are going to mortician school feel like? They must be the pariahs of society.

Now, I do have to say there are a couple people in the class that are a little too into this whole death thing and one girl even has the Mexican Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) skull tattooed on her arm. She's also super excited because there's a school of design that just opened in an old morgue and you can still see blood on the drains in the floor that they couldn't get out. "It's so cool to just go sit in there." Ok, seriously, that's a little over the top. Fortunately, most of the class are normal and aren't there for the gross factor.

Since death is not something we're comfortable with, and we certainly don't talk about it, it makes for some interesting looks when you take this sort of class. If you thought I was crazy before, now you know. We're going on a field trip to a mortuary and cemetery and I told the J he could go with me but he said he'll pass. Chicken. heh, heh.

Hmm, I think I might enjoy Halloween a little more than usual this year...

Well, I need to go catch up on my death reading and find a topic for my death paper. hahahaha!

(I'm having entirely too much fun with this...)

Pears

Last Saturday Mom, Becky, and I canned pears. 110 pounds of pears which came out to be I think 56 quarts of pears. What a sticky mess. It's one of those times you just need a fire hose to spray down the kitchen because you use multiple rags and mop at least twice before the sticky goes away.

And you know how pears turn brown if they sit after you've cut them? Well, as it turns out the pear juice that you get on your fingers and under your finger nails also turns brown. Especially if your skin is dry. Then it just settles right into the little crevices in your skin and browns right up. It's gorgeous dahling! Especially since it's Wednesday and I can still see it. It looks like I haven't cleaned under my nails in ages. Maybe I'll just have to cut the long ones and start over...

I asked the J if he remembered these pears - they were his favorite when he was little but he hasn't had them in a very long time! He said, "Yeah, I love those with macaroni and cheese." Yep. That was his combo. He'd eat that as often as he could get it. And he never cared much for fresh pears because he preferred the bottled ones.

Some of our pears:

We had a few pears left over so I've been on a search to find great pear recipes. On Sunday I made a Pear Croustade for dessert that was yummy.

And on Monday I made Grilled Pears & Ham for dinner.

All this yummy fresh food is a blessing of summer!

So Long Summer

Summer is coming to a close. Well, I know, I know it doesn't technically end for awhile but school starts Monday for me and that means that summer is over.

Some things I enjoyed this summer:

*Seeing a fox in our yard - many times. My favorite was when I saw him running through the front yard with a hamburger and two hot dogs in his mouth. Some poor neighbor, who was all set to BBQ, probably ran in the house for something and came out to find his food missing. I think that would be confusing and probably a little annoying. But I sure got a kick out of seeing the thief run off with his loot!

*This was a summer of creating. I had fun learning how to knit a little better, make jewelry, and sew a little (not as much as I might have). I've made a number of Christmas gifts (clearly I can't post pictures yet...) and that was fun.

*I rediscovered audio books. I always check those out when I drive to Utah and occasionally I put one on my iPod (no worries, I erase it as soon as I'm done listening!), but this summer I've listened to several of them. I had lots of drive time going to the Springs and downtown Denver every week and that's what got me started. Then I realized that I have lots of drive time anyway so I might as well listen to a book or learn something. It's been quite enjoyable and I think I will continue the tradition. Maybe I'll be able to tackle a few more on that BBC Top 100 list...

*The weather was fabulous! It was never terribly hot and there was plenty of rain. The hail and lightning storms that have been present far more often than usual were interesting to watch. And did I mention that it's been a pretty reasonable temperature all summer long? I mean there were only a few days (so far... I do realize that the weather part of summer is not over) that got into the 90s - blech!

*My staycation at home all by myself. Now before you get all antsy, you know you'd love one of those too! It's not that I don't love everyone it's just that it was sure nice to have some 100% down time.

Alas, summer is over and it's time to get back to real life. School starts Monday and usually by this time I'm excited and ready for it. Usually. But this time for some reason I'm not. I'm sure it'll be great, I'm just not there yet. I have all 16 of my required books, new folders and paper and pencils (love those!). I have freezer meals done and frozen. I almost have my desk organized - it's as close as it ever is. I've lunched with long lost friends. So, really I should be ready to go. I guess I just need to give myself a pep talk and dive in. :)

I hope your summer has been great too!

Invasion of the Flies

On Tuesday I was sitting at my computer an a fly started buzzing around me. Then 4 flies started flying around. We have windows that open without a screen on one side so I opened it and shooed 7 (seven!) flies outside. Every room I went into there was a swarm of flies! Where the heck did they come from? I went around and made sure all the windows were closed - they were. There were honest to goodness at least 7-10 flies in every room!

When I went to bed there was a mad fly (as in, insane) that was flying in circles around my room and it would fly into one mirror and bounce off then fly to the other mirror and bounce off then fly in a circle again and repeat the whole process. It finally took a rest and I was able to kill it. I thought I was safe... but as soon as I turned off the light --- there was another buzz! Oh my heck!!

Yesterday and today there are still a couple stragglers but the swarm is gone. The whole thing still boggles my mind - where did the come from, why were they here for one day, where did they go, and how'd they get in?? So bizarre!

Bumper Stickers

I just love some of the bumper stickers I've seen lately. There's only so much room on the back of a car so how does one choose? Now really I'm not the type to plaster bumper stickers on my car so I'll just have to admire them from afar... I don't know if you can read all of these or if they're too small but you might get a kick out of them.

You can find these and many more at http://www.survivingobamunism.com/

The Blood Bus

I set a goal at the beginning of this year to donate blood because it seems like a good thing to do. It's the end of July and I finally got up the nerve to do it. See, no one can ever find my veins so I've never had blood drawn, or an IV, or anything with just one stick. It's usually several and several different nurses, techs, whatever, that try it. I'm pretty much averse to any and all pain and multiple jabs does not work with that. And I mean, really, who likes needles anyway? Ooo, yes, please poke me with that big sucker! Nevertheless, I decided I'd go and donate blood and check off that dang little goal.

I got to the blood bus and filled out my paperwork and they took my temperature, and pricked my finger to check my red blood cell count, etc. Then I sat in the lovely little reclining chair and one of the phlebotomists went to work. But couldn't find a vein in my left arm. So we switched chairs and a different phlebotomist eventually found a vein in my right arm. (Perhaps my veins reside in the middle of my arms rather than close to the surface like most peoples?) She put the needle in then looked at it with a screwed up face. "Hmm, not much blood is coming. It should really be gushing by this point. Do you mind if I adjust the needle?" Oh sure, why not! (This happened when I had surgery too - the blood should have been gushing... but it wasn't. Apparently I also have less blood than others or else it knows when someone is trying to steal it and it stays far away from the predator.) The adjustment didn't work. Phlebotomist Tom came over and looked at it and asked if he could see my left arm. He found a vein in my left arm and if I don't mind they'll switch me back to the other chair and take it from that arm. That is, if I don't mind.

Naturally I said I didn't mind - I mean what else am I going to say? Heck no! I'm done with this and this is what's kept me from coming here all this time? Well, I agreed and first had to go back to the waiting area while the other persons in the left arm chairs finished up. This is clearly a very simple procedure for most people - and fast - they come in, sit down, the blood flows, they leave. Ten to fifteen minutes. But not for me. Oh no, we're going on an hour at this point. And other people were just flying through the place!

Phlebotomist Tom was able to locate a good vein in my left arm and once he got the needle in the blood flowed quickly and filled that little bag right up. (I guess my blood gave up the hiding bit.) He said that if I want to donate blood again (he was clearly unsure if I'd be willing to come in again) that I should drink double my normal intake of water for 2 days ahead of my donation and that should help. I'm not sure that would help but I'll keep it in mind. Because by next summer I might have forgotten this ordeal and be willing to try again.

Oh yeah! They also wrap your elbow with a bright bandage around the gauze. I think the bright color is so that it stands out and people ask what that's all about and you tell them you donated blood and they say, "Oh! I should donate blood too!" I wonder if it ever works? So don't worry, I had bright teal bandages on both elbows and the small white bandage on my finger where they checked my red blood count. And seriously, my finger really did gush! Good thing I only had to pick one thing up from the store with those lovelies on. I only got a few curious looks. Not having donated blood before it didn't occur to me to go to the store before I was all bandaged from being attacked.

By this time I've learned a few things.

1) When it involves needles in my arm, whether that be drawing blood or getting an IV or whatever, I'm going to have to go in and just insist that they start me off with the boss - the person with the most experience. Not because I'm a snob (which is what most of them will think and the head nurse person won't be able to dispute it because they'll find my vein right away and not see what the problem is) but because I always end up seeing that person anyway but only after several unnecessary jabs and pokes, and much more discomfort than necessary.

2) My blood doesn't want to be removed. It's quite happy where it is so whether you want to test it or take it, you'll likely have to fight for it.

3) If I should undertake this endeavor again I'll need to plan on about 1 1/2 to 2 hours - just to be safe. (This one was over 1 1/2 hours...)

Blowin' Bubbles

Mia (my niece) saw me blowing bubbles with my gum the other day and at first she was confused but very interested. Then she got excited and tried popping the bubbles and she thought it was so funny. She kept sticking out her tongue trying to figure out how I was doing it. This is a video Becky took of her reaction - it was pretty funny. :)

Isn't she so cute!?