The Season

Christmas at Casa Jaquandor

Christmas has come and gone for another year, as it always does. As always, it was full of a lot of beauty and a little stuff that wasn’t so beautiful, but we’ll concentrate on the good, OK? Because I’m sure that none of you were naughty this year.

Santa Jaquandor suspects that you've been naughty.

Or something like that….

The Christmas season for us began, as it does for a lot of folks, on the weekend after Thanksgiving. After an activity-filled Black Friday, we continued with the next day, traveling to my “ancestral” home in Allegany, NY, where my parents live.

The Original Casa Jaquandor

This is the house where I grew up — at least, from June 1981 onward. The house didn’t always look like that; when my parents bought it there were no trees on the lot at all, and the house still had its original siding. In those first few years my parents did a lot of tree-planting. That big pine there, the one that dwarfs the house? My parents bought that at my request one day at some nursery when I decided that I wanted a tree, too. They further humored me by planting it right outside my bedroom window. Now that tree is so enormous that you can’t even see out that bedroom window anymore.

After that, the holiday season settled into a bit of routine, but it was pretty busy. There were a lot of church functions to attend: potluck dinners, Christmas pageant rehearsals for The Daughter, Christmas parties, and so on. Here’s our church’s roof after the first big snowfall of the year:

St: John's: the snow-covered roof

And there was the quarterly Used Book Sale at the library:

The haul

This stack is just what I bought for myself. The total I spent on these, plus books for The Wife and The Daughter? Fourteen bucks. God, I love the library book sale!

There was the sudden realization that I needed to buy new work boots:

Wow, I need new boots!

I spent some time this Holiday season wondering about the aging process. Part of this is natural — I am almost 40, after all — but part of it was brought on by an odd lady at the library who actually asked me if I had kids approaching me thinking that I’m Santa. Huh?

See? I don't look like Santa.

I know that a gray or even white beard is on the way, but I’m not there yet! And I keep my beard fairly short. Portly guy plus beard of any color equals Santa? Huh? Should I therefore suspect that if I were to lose a lot of weight, I could look like Jesus?

Well…what else? There was one day when we were driving home and the sunset was behind us:

The sun sets behind us

And there was the day I had to drive home through Bills-game traffic, including a bus destined for wherever “Test Pattern” is:

Test Pattern

And of course, no matter how busy the Holiday season gets, one must always take time for kitties.

No, it's OK, guys, I don't wanna read, I wanna pet you doofuses instead.

Looming over Julio

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How I spent International Overalls Day

IOD: Bib

Well, basically, today was for me just another day out and about…but even a bit of online funnery called International Overalls Day made it more enjoyable, in some weird way. So here’s how I spent the day (after initial coffee):

Well, there was a load of laundry to do. Yeah, whee! Except it’s always fun to dump a basket of warm laundry on top of one of the cats, in this case, Julio:

IOD: With kitties!

And then there was the drive to the grocery store, with my head apparently swiveling back and forth fast enough (checking to see if I could pull out yet) that it actually blurs.

IOD: Blurry head

Shopping on the Saturday before Thanksgiving is a major chore. The place was packed, which meant lots of waiting around in certain spots.

IOD: Waiting for Eggs.

And more waiting at the checkout.

IOD: Waiting to check out.

After loading the groceries in the car and heading out, I was able to sneak a photo of the kid as she was trying to keep sun out of her eyes!

IOD: She has no idea I'm taking her picture!

She likes to thwart my attempts to take photos of her, so I’m glad I got this one.

Later on, it was off to Regal Cinemas to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. (More on this to come in another post.) Here I am, staring at the movie screen.

IOD: In the Screening Room

No, I didn’t take this during the movie. Not even during the previews. I took this during the commercials they run in between screenings. (And by the way, based on the trailer, I can’t wait for Green Lantern next summer.)

Later on, after the movie, it was back home, for dinner and hanging out and finally wrapping up the day with a beer and a book.

IOD Book and Beer

All in all, it was a terrific day! But in many ways it was a totally normal day for me — going to a movie is a Special Event for us now (I don’t care how long it’s been since I was a kid, I am still simply not wired to spend $16 to get into a movie), but laundry and groceries and a beer and a book at the end of the day are all perfectly normal things. So is it perfectly normal for me to do all this stuff in overalls. So why the special day?

Well, it’s not a big “We want to be taken more seriously!” kind of thing, because, let’s face it: bib overalls do not merit being taken “seriously”. They’re too goofy and fun and even whimsical for that, when worn by folks who aren’t actually wearing them as work clothes. I’ve noticed that overalls have become a popular choice of garment for clowns; and not to suggest that those of us who love overalls are clownish by nature, but it says something that overalls are fairly popular with the pie-in-the-face set. (Of course, I myself am no clown, but I do love a pie in the face. Not sure what that means, but there it is!)

And I don’t think it’s totally a sense of trying to resurrect something that’s out of fashion, either. I’ve written before on what I think of the idea of “fashion” before, so I won’t rehash it except to note my disdain for the notion of a few people in some industry collectively deciding what’s “in” and what’s “out” and the rest of us merrily going along. But through all my life, overalls haven’t really been a fashion “out” until just this past decade. They were common in the 70s, when I was a kid; they became less common in the 80s but still never went away. They came back big in the 90s with grunge and the baggy look that I’ve always preferred; but it’s only in the 2000’s that they’ve become distinctly unpopular. I’m sure they’ll come back, if they’re not starting to already. But that’s not what today was about, anyway.

It’s just a sense, I guess, of community amidst some people who tend to have fairly quirky and fun outlooks on life. Certainly none of the folks I’ve met in the whole “online overalls-wearing community” strike me as stodgy or dull; quite a few are artistic or creative by nature, and all are kind and nice by temperament. Am I saying that people who wear overalls are nicer people? No…but maybe!

Hooray for overalls!

And now, back to regular posting topics!

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I guess I’ll wait for my unavoidable doom, then

Via Palgolak:

Yeah…I’m screwed.

IOD: Zombie weapon?

No, I don’t think that a dip pen is likely to slow down an encroaching zombie. Sure, it’s nice and sharp so maybe I could use the pen to stab the zombie in the brain, but I’m not sure it would penetrate through the skull into the zombie’s brain on one shot, and I’m not sure the pen is strong enough to retain its shape and sharpness for a second stabbing attempt. Or maybe I could pour the rum from my hip flask onto the zombie and then use the matches to set the beastie aflame, but there’s less than eight ounces of rum in there. Not sure that would make an effective enough, or large enough, flame to bring the zombie to a stop.

I have a feeling that if a zombie cornered me at my desk, I’d be seriously out of luck.

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Happy Overalls Day!


IOD: Coffee, originally uploaded by Jaquandor.

It’s International Overalls Day, or as I call it, “Saturday”. Originally created by Niels Windfeld Lund, a University professor from Norway who manages to out-do even my devotion to the Sacred Garment, this day is just a time for like-minded goofballs the world over to bask in fellowship and sweet, denim comfort. There’s a Facebook page and everything.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need more coffee.

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Suck it, Girl Scouts!

Well, I suppose that title may be putting things a bit…strongly. And definitely rudely. Sorry about that, Girl Scouts.

But!

Everybody loves Girl Scout Cookies, right? I know that I do. I love cookies in general, but the Girl Scout ones are special. My favorites are the Thin Mints (everybody’s favorite, I suppose) and the Coconut Samoas, those wonderfully chewy blends of fudge, caramel, and toasted coconut. Of course I’d love the Samoas, given my adoration of coconut, be it in candy bars, in cream pies, on cakes, et cetera. Even on fried shrimp.

Of course, the problem is that Coconut Samoas aren’t available year-round; you have to wait for the Girl Scouts to sell the things.

Until, that is, the fine folks at Keebler finally decided that Americans have suffered this state of affairs long enough. Behold the item I spotted quite by chance at The Store today: Keebler Coconut Dream cookies!

Dreaming of Coconut

And they are wonderful.

The best part of this? The Wife and The Daughter are both afflicted by that odd disease that renders both of them hating coconut, which means that all these cookies are belong to me. Huzzah!

:: As long as I’m babbling about junk food, here’s the latest new candy I found. These have been on the market for a few months, but they’ve been hard to come by in my neck of the woods. It’s the latest variation on the chocolate-in-a-hard-candy-shell notion: the Pretzel M&Ms.

Little colored balls of chocolatey-pretzelly goodness

They look pretty much like any other filled M&M out there, obviously. How do they taste? I like them, but your enjoyment will likely hinge on whether or not you find chocolate-covered pretzels delectable, as I do. These basically taste like little morsels of chocolate-covered pretzel, which is reasonable because that’s what they are. I won’t buy these very often, but they will be welcome at Casa Jaquandor when I feel the need for an M&M fix.

:: OK, I wasn’t going to post this here, but just to show that I’m not all about the junk food these days, here’s one of my favorite early fall treats: fresh Concord grapes. Oh my, I love these things — even with their seeds. You don’t get that kind of grape flavor from the normal red or green grapes we usually buy. Living in a grape-growing region has lots of benefits, and they’re not all in corked bottles.

The fruit of the vine

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Hello weekend!


Gimme beer!!!, originally uploaded by Jaquandor.

It sure strikes me as odd that science is doing no inquiry that I know of into the odd phenomenon that beer tastes better on Friday than it does on Tuesday. How does the beer know what day it is?!

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A Vacation Report (or, Recent Adventures in Overalls)

A couple of weeks back, I took a short vacation. OK, it was actually a five-day weekend, but I called it a vacation, because that’s what it felt like. Below is a really long recitation of stuff I did on that vacation, complete with lots of photos, so it’s after the break.

:: I went for several walks in the woods, one alone and one with The Wife.

Burchfield Art and Nature Center III: Still walking

The one I undertook solo was a visit to one of my favorite Western New York spots, the Charles Burchfield Nature and Art Center, located in West Seneca, NY. I’ve blogged about this place before, but it’s just a fantastic area. It’s a small park tucked into a forest beside Buffalo Creek as it runs through one of Buffalo’s larger suburbs. It’s right next to one of the busier roads around here (Union Rd.), and yet, once you venture away from the park area and the playground into the woods proper, it becomes surprisingly serene and quiet. Trails lead away from a nice playground in several directions, a few going to the creekside, and a few going into the woods. The Burchfield Nature and Art Center (“BNAC” for short, the rest of the way in this post) always seems bigger to me than it really is. There’s a lot packed into a small space here.

Anyhow, I hadn’t visited the BNAC before in the fall, so I decided to throw on a pair of overalls, grab my camera and little tripod thingie, and head on out. And yet another plug for the utility of overalls, as my camera and tripod thingie tucked nicely into the rule pocket on the right leg!

Burchfield Art and Nature Center IV: Another use for overalls!

As this was late September, the turning of the leaves was just starting to hit its stride:

Burchfield Art and Nature Center V: Trees across the water

I was there on an overcast fall day, but it never rained, and the light was still bright enough for the emergent fall colors to pop. The view above looks across Buffalo Creek to the other side (Clinton St. runs atop that embankment). The creek here is very shallow, not very rocky, and the water moves pleasantly quickly, which makes for a lovely wading stream during the warmer months. This time of year, though, the water is starting to chill down a bit.

These signs must be fairly new; I don’t recall seeing them there before:

Burchfield Art and Nature Center VI: Poison ivy, oh noes!

There are a couple of interesting features in the midst of the walking trails, aside from the Leaves o’Three and the rushing waters of Buffalo Creek. For one thing, there is a beautiful, and big, gazebo.

Burchfield Art and Nature Center VII: The gazebo

There’s a picnic table there, which is covered with the usual extracurricular writings:

Burchfield Art and Nature Center XI: Mixed Messages

I thought it funny to note the juxtaposition of a Bible quote with “Smoke Weed!” But then, I’m an overgrown hippie to begin with.

More walking, then, and exploring the wooden walkways of the BNAC (which are elevated two or three feet above the ground):

Burchfield Art and Nature Center XII: Another railing

Burchfield Art and Nature Center XIII: Walking

Burchfield Art and Nature Center XVII: Sitting on the rail

The BNAC, at one point, is next to a graveyard. That enhances the peacefulness, I suppose.

Burchfield Art and Nature Center XV: Over to the graves

Another odd structure on the BNAC grounds is an apparent “meditation temple” or something like that:

Burchfield Art and Nature Center XIX: The Meditation thing

Burchfield Art and Nature Center XXI: Another angle of the meditation center

Of course, I had to oblige my Buddhist overlords:

Burchfield Art and Nature Center XXII: Meditating

Burchfield Art and Nature Center XXIII: Triumph!

(No, I have no idea if there’s anything Buddhist at all about the meditation thing, or about the goofy poses I struck for the camera. Sheesh!)

I spent a lot of time looking up:

Burchfield Art and Nature Center XXV: Looking up

At what, I don’t know.

The BNAC stands, as I understand it, on the site of a number of former settlements, some of the infrastructure of which are still visible, at least in part. In the middle of the park, I came across a fenced area that is the site of a graveyard that is so old that it’s completely overgrown by now.

Burchfield Art and Nature Center XXVI: Graveyard

In the time I was there, I only saw two other people. One was a woman who must have been a volunteer; she was sweeping leaves from the paths as her little dog followed along behind. The other was just some guy, walking through. Other than that, I had the whole place to myself. How wonderful!

:: I still had some time that day before The Daughter got home from school, so I went to visit one of my favorite places in the hometown, the old Orchard Park train station.

OPRR V: Toward points south

The place was pretty magical when I visited last winter, but this time, I wanted to see what it was like in the warmer months. Naturally, I waited until the warmer months were almost completely over, but I got there!

Most striking are the well-tended flowerbeds:

OPRR XV: Flowers again

OPRR XIV: Flower beds

I spotted this sign this time, and I have no idea what it means:

OPRR IV: W

Even though the day was pretty cloudy, for some reason the light in these two photos came out really striking:

OPRR XI: Looking across the tracks

OPRR IX: Posts

Walking past the window, I noticed that the mannequin inside was wearing a hickory-striped cap and a burgundy shirt. And I was wearing hickory-striped overalls over a burgundy shirt. Whoa….

OPRR XVII: Hickory stripe hat!

:: Walk-in-the-woods #2 was with The Wife to Chestnut Ridge Park.

Chestnut Ridge: Hiking

Don’t ask me why I seem to be scowling so much! I really don’t know why my default facial expression seems to be a scowl, but there’s not much I can do about it at this point.

Anyway, we were trying to hike to the Eternal Flame Falls in the park. This is a waterfall whose main distinction, other than sheer beauty for being a waterfall, is the fact that natural gas seeps from the ground here, so behind the waterfall itself you can see a small “eternal flame” burning. (Or if it’s out, you can light it.) We didn’t get there, unfortunately; we took a wrong turn and ended up following the wrong trail, which was disappointing. We’ll get back there eventually, and see that flame, but it was still a lovely day of forest walking.

Chestnut Ridge: Sky through trees

Chestnut Ridge: In the forest

:: Later that day we left for on overnight jaunt to Ithaca, NY, and the annual Apple Harvest Festival therein. The Apple Fest is a typical outdoor festival, with lots of crafts tents, lots of food, lots of entertainment, and lots of people.

The Apple Festival

Among other things, we ate bratwurst:

Bratwurst!

And we bemoaned the fact that we discovered this joint after we were already full:

A waffle bar. OMG!

There’s a wonderful toy store there, where we always drop in for a bit of kid shopping. This year they seemed to have a lot more “odd” toys than in past years, such as this Stir Fry Set for kids!

Odd toys!

And Ithaca is known for having lots and lots of bookstores, including my favorite used bookstore ever, Autumn Leaves Books:

Perusing the Wares

Here I am, a few days later, after we got home, with the books I bought on this trip:

I don't have a book problem!

I should probably start looking into some kind of support group.

The books, from top down:

The Sardonyx Net, Elizabeth Lynn. Used. Bought because…the cover was cool. (You can do that, you know.)

Zoe’s Tale, John Scalzi. New. Bought because I haven’t given Scalzi any money lately.

The Name of the Wind, Patrick Rothfuss. New. I’ve heard good things about this one.

Hyperion Cantos, Dan Simmons. Used. This was on a rack labeled “Everything for a buck” at Autumn Leaves. When I plunked in down on the counter, the guy did a spit-take and said, “Geez, this wasn’t supposed to be out there!” Oh well! My gain.

Star Wars: The Thrawn Trilogy, Timothy Zahn. Adapted to graphic novel. New. I bought this because I had a coupon that knocked the price down quite a lot.

RASL, Jeff Smith. I like Jeff Smith a lot. I wasn’t blown away by the first few issues of this, but maybe it gets better.

The Hobbit, JRRT. Used. This is the Annotated edition, though, which is what got me to grab it. Plus it has a ton of artwork. I’m planning to re-read LOTR this winter, so here’s my copy of The Hobbit for that project.

Treasury of the Lost Litterbox, Darby Conley. New. Because I love me some Get Fuzzy!

And that’s about it. What I did on my Fall Vacation, 2010. Next stop: a tentative Winter Vacation in January!

(More photos available on my Flickr photostream. I didn’t use them all here.)

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Sunrise over Orchard Park


Sunrise over Orchard Park, originally uploaded by Jaquandor.

The sunrise sky was particularly striking one morning last week, so I aimed my phone over my shoulder and snapped a picture. Yeah, it’s all blurry and stuff, but the colors are the important thing here. We get beautiful sunrises and sunsets here. (I think I read somewhere that Buffalo is the only major city east of the Mississippi where you can see the sun set over water, owing to its position on Lake Erie.)

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