Great, Boogs, thanks for this! I've also noticed this earlier video of theirs, here! And the very latest one, from 19 May 2020, here.
Great work, Boogie!
What I also found very inspirational, coming from Blighty, was of course BBC North West weatherman Owain Wyn Evans and his drumming along to the BBC News Theme tune. That was in mid-April. And then they did Owain's Big House Band, with dozens of people playing along, with him. I guess you've all seen that. That was VERY inspirational too!
Yes, I have ‘small’ stashes of fabric, ribbons, wool, needle felting stuff, water colour paints / paper, crewel wool, card making materials ... a good friend and I fantasise about having a beautiful large room where we can display all our stuff, so that we can regularly go in and sit and gaze at it all with love 🤣!
Just me who has a stationery stash, then.
Oh no. Shelf of notebooks. Box of letter-writing paper (who writes letters these days?) box of notelets (ditto), but most, and worst, sketchpads, sugar paper, tinted paper for pastels, watercolour paper (cold press) and watercolour paper (hot press).
Stash = large supply of stuff * , most of which I shall probably never use but which I need to keep for when I might need one item. If I am looking for any particular item I will not be able to find it, the stash being too large and insufficiently organised.
Some of it may even be in a Safe Place which is not to be discovered until the need has passed.
*generally similar to Nenya ‘s and Firenze’s stashes, but also including pens, curtain hooks, stamps- all of which have recently hidden themselves in Safe Places.
That's the second time in the last week or so I've heard someone use "stash" meaning collection of fabric; the other was a friend who's a quilter.
"Stash" is quite commonly used by needleworkers, especially cross-stitchers. When one has a shopping spree at a needlework shop, it's known as a "Stash Enhancement Exercise," abbreviated as SEX.
And then there's what I have - SABLE - Stash Above and Beyond Life Expectancy.
Sounds just like Mrs BA - her craft supplies are slowly taking over the whole house - bit like Day of the Triffids!
My craft stash had been more or less dismantled and merged into the church's children's activities supplies the week after I decided it was time for me to stop my direct involvement which was during the month before lockdown. (I have to admit, for one monthly activity, the writing had been on the wall for some time, me pulling out may have been a catalyst for it stopping anyway and the current situation may well just have finished it completely.) I have no intention of recreating it.
My stationery stash had also similarly been culled in the same direction and that I am now regretting. Still, it means I will have no qualms about upping my supplies when opportunity presents itself again.
Now, my musician's supplies stash will be prised from me only when I am no longer capable of being an active musician. Which is not yet.
Yes, I have ‘small’ stashes of fabric, ribbons, wool, needle felting stuff, water colour paints / paper, crewel wool, card making materials ... a good friend and I fantasise about having a beautiful large room where we can display all our stuff, so that we can regularly go in and sit and gaze at it all with love 🤣!
Just me who has a stationery stash, then.
Oh, no, I forgot to add that ☺️! One can never have too much paper, notebooks, notelets, cards, pens, pencils, etc!
Speaking as a singer, I love real choirs far more. Our grief is only heightened.
Amen! For me, that’s been one of the hardest parts of this whole thing. And given that I spent late January and February recovering from surgery, it’s been almost all of 2020 for me.
I would refer to my box of snacks as a stash. My crisps stash. I have hundreds of books, that I've bought from charity shops over the years, but for some reason I wouldn't refer to them as a stash. In my mind, a stash is when things are kind of squished together, not lined up neatly in bookshelves. Though I do have books stashed horizontally on top of the neat rows of books!
I see from the OED that stash is originally a US slang word, and that a draft of a knitting-specific meaning was added last year.
I've slowly gotten rid of my sewing and needlework stashes. Now a volunteer at church is asking for fabric, thread, ties, etc. for masks, and I have nothing to give.
Ravelry has called the member's wool collection a stash for as long as I've been a member, which is 2012, and it wasn't new to me then.
I think the OED tends to wait a few years to make sure it's become an established term with a specific meaning. The first usage it records of the knitting meaning of stash is from 1981.
Speaking as a singer, I love real choirs far more. Our grief is only heightened.
Amen! For me, that’s been one of the hardest parts of this whole thing. And given that I spent late January and February recovering from surgery, it’s been almost all of 2020 for me.
It's been most of 2020 for me too. I continued to sing in the choir in Fredericton until the week before I left, but I haven't plucked up the nerve to try and find a choir here yet (I confess that not having to be anywhere in particular on a Sunday has its appeal).
The thought that I might never sing again is appalling, but starting again, and not least singing for someone who isn't David*, is quite a daunting prospect.
* I was OK singing for Tom, his successor in the Cathedral in Fredericton, but I'm very aware that it's Not Quite The Same.
The trees here are still fairly mobile; it's probably been the longest period of really blustrous weather since I moved back. As it's dry, I really ought to go and put the washing out, but for reasons best known to herself, S. has taken the whirlygig out of its mooring, and I'm not sure that I'd put it back right ...
Yesterday should have been the final concert of the season for the best of the three choirs I sing in, so it was not a good day for me.
Surprisingly, there has been little contact from this choir, just admin stuff really, whereas my local choir has been excellent in providing some activity or entertainment of a musical nature each week, as well as facilitating online contact in small groups for what might be termed mutual pastoral care.
I have also enjoyed participation in virtual online choirs and even as I write I am singing along to Radio 3’s choral Evensong. All is not lost.
I’m not a singer at all. I don’t enjoy it and find watching choirs uninteresting.
But, on Zoom, you can see each person and their expressions - that’s quite interesting. The way they show which subgroup is singing at the time is too. It shows me how the different parts work - which is normally unclear to me.
As to the music - I’m not affected by music and honestly wouldn’t miss it if it disappeared off the face of the earth.
Meanwhile I continue my adventures in urban gardening. I was very excited yesterday to see that my radishes are up - I now have a grand total of 22 little sprouts and expecting there to be more. The salad leaves have started making teeny tiny shoots and I think the tomato plants are going to have flowers on them soon. Surprising how much pleasure I'm getting from one square metre of garden. 😊
Is 'stash' the same as 'pochle'? Where I worked in Edinburgh most engineers had a pochle box under the desk where we collected useful items that were no longer needed from experimental equipment, or objects that had been harvested by legitimate or other means along the way. I still have some of the contents of mine, and they're still coming in useful. (My apologies to those of you who contributed to the UK defence budget at the time).
Speaking as a singer, I love real choirs far more. Our grief is only heightened.
Amen! For me, that’s been one of the hardest parts of this whole thing. And given that I spent late January and February recovering from surgery, it’s been almost all of 2020 for me.
It's been most of 2020 for me too. I continued to sing in the choir in Fredericton until the week before I left, but I haven't plucked up the nerve to try and find a choir here yet (I confess that not having to be anywhere in particular on a Sunday has its appeal).
I can see that appeal, especially until you get settled.
It was mentioned in our virtual service this morning (through which the idea of “sing like no one is listening” was woven, and for which 4-part harmony for all hymns was shown on the screen) that the public health working group at the church has decided we probably shouldn’t “open the doors,” even to a reduced number, which is allowed here now, through June, and that when we do so, there will be no singing for a while. I totally understand, but still.
The thought that I might never sing again is appalling, but starting again, and not least singing for someone who isn't David*, is quite a daunting prospect.
* I was OK singing for Tom, his successor in the Cathedral in Fredericton, but I'm very aware that it's Not Quite The Same.
Is 'stash' the same as 'pochle'? Where I worked in Edinburgh most engineers had a pochle box under the desk where we collected useful items that were no longer needed from experimental equipment, or objects that had been harvested by legitimate or other means along the way. I still have some of the contents of mine, and they're still coming in useful. (My apologies to those of you who contributed to the UK defence budget at the time).
Interesting that there’s an overlap of meaning as well as assonance with ‘puckle’, although the online Dictionary of the Scots Language gives them different etymologies.
Speaking as a singer, I love real choirs far more. Our grief is only heightened.
Amen! For me, that’s been one of the hardest parts of this whole thing. And given that I spent late January and February recovering from surgery, it’s been almost all of 2020 for me.
It's been most of 2020 for me too. I continued to sing in the choir in Fredericton until the week before I left, but I haven't plucked up the nerve to try and find a choir here yet (I confess that not having to be anywhere in particular on a Sunday has its appeal).
I can see that appeal, especially until you get settled.
It was mentioned in our virtual service this morning (through which the idea of “sing like no one is listening” was woven, and for which 4-part harmony for all hymns was shown on the screen) that the public health working group at the church has decided we probably shouldn’t “open the doors,” even to a reduced number, which is allowed here now, through June, and that when we do so, there will be no singing for a while. I totally understand, but still.
We haven't got that far in planning yet, but I've been wondering if everyone else sits down the front, well spread out, and I lead singing right from the back, we'll keep the risks low enough.
Speaking as a singer, I love real choirs far more. Our grief is only heightened.
Amen! For me, that’s been one of the hardest parts of this whole thing. And given that I spent late January and February recovering from surgery, it’s been almost all of 2020 for me.
It's been most of 2020 for me too. I continued to sing in the choir in Fredericton until the week before I left, but I haven't plucked up the nerve to try and find a choir here yet (I confess that not having to be anywhere in particular on a Sunday has its appeal).
I can see that appeal, especially until you get settled.
It was mentioned in our virtual service this morning (through which the idea of “sing like no one is listening” was woven, and for which 4-part harmony for all hymns was shown on the screen) that the public health working group at the church has decided we probably shouldn’t “open the doors,” even to a reduced number, which is allowed here now, through June, and that when we do so, there will be no singing for a while. I totally understand, but still.
We haven't got that far in planning yet, but I've been wondering if everyone else sits down the front, well spread out, and I lead singing right from the back, we'll keep the risks low enough.
I don’t know. That would be good if it does.
When the state of emergency first was declared, we put together a working group of people in the congregation with health expertise to make decisions about navigating the situation. They’ve been meeting weekly, and the most recent meeting came after the Governor issued his latest Executive Order, providing for moving into Phase 2 of reopening. The working group is clearly taking a conservative approach, which I have no argument with, but which is still hard.
I've made us a few masks with scraps from a bag of off-cuts I unearthed when turning out the linen press. Many are from when I used to do ecclesiastical embroidery so we have masks in some very natty heavy damask, plus a couple in some fetching blue/green checked silk.
I used florists' wire to make them mouldable to the face and in the middle stitched in filter material from a defunct vacuum cleaner - yet another stash of something that should have been binned but now repurposed.
You're obviously not Anglicans, are you?
It's a lovely day (clearly not a Bank Holiday in Scotland), so amblage has happened, and very enjoyable it was too.
S. has succeeded in converting me to fresh tuna steaks: I griddled a couple last night along with some oven-roasted veggies, and they were really nice.
As it's warmer today, and we seem to have a shedload of lettuce in the fridge, I'm going to have a go at Salad Niçoise for supper, and I'm rather looking forward to it.
She's also been going quite barmy shopping online for various sorts of comestibles: over the next few days we're apparently getting orders from a local butcher, a fruit-and-veggie place and Hello Fresh, so it looks like we'll be eating rather well this week!
As I did some laundry yesterday, it may be time to exercise the Iron Ing.
I love fresh tuna steaks and it's a bonus day I find them yellow stickered, which I do occasionally.
I made potato gnocchi with carrot top pesto for lunch and we have kebabs for supper - sitting in a marinade waiting for me to put them together, haloumi for me and steak for the offspring - half a steak as kebabs, the other half tomorrow.
It's the second Folk on Foot front room festival today, so we're sprawling listening to music and pretending that all festivals aren't cancelled this year. (It's partly a fundraiser for the artists involved and the artists in problems who can't earn, 50:50 artists involved : musicians charities. The last one raised £109k, around £3k for each artist involved, this one is currently standing at £46k -so each artist is looking at about £1500.
I am but the rest of the congregation aren't. More pertinently, we took the pews out of the rear portion of the church some years ago, to much wailing and gnashing of teeth (not to mention, I kid you not, threats of legal action in letters cut from newspapers sent to the minister) so It's relatively easy to be 30ft behind the last row of pews (which, yes, is the only one normally full).
Chilli con carne. As a last stage, I line a bowl with tortilla chips, pour in the chilli, top with grated cheese and flash grill for a couple of minutes.
Oh dear. I don’t do Sing-Ing and I don’t do Iron-Ing either! If it needs ironing it doesn’t get worn!
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I went out at about 7.30 and it was lovely: quiet and crisp. This afternoon I did Lawnmowing and - more virtuously - Edging, which I hate. (It is, however, a very small lawn).
I also watched That Press Conference, but we won't talk about that.
When I had a small lawn, many years ago, I was always very fussy about the Edge Ing. Alas, frequent use of the edging tool made the lawn progressively smaller...
I once saw an even fussier person (in a bungalow garden in Lancashire) edging his tiny front lawn with a pair of scissors.
... edging his tiny front lawn with a pair of scissors.
Now that's Just Silly.
The salad Niçoise came out very nicely, apart from the "soft-boiled eggs" for which the recipe didn't provide instructions. I'm not all that keen on boiled eggs, and could count on one hand the number of times I've done them. S., on the other hand, has two every morning, so naturally I asked her advice. Instructions were given, and followed to the letter, but when I started to peel off the eggshells, it was plain that they were very softly boiled indeed.
The salad Niçoise came out very nicely, apart from the "soft-boiled eggs" for which the recipe didn't provide instructions. I'm not all that keen on boiled eggs, and could count on one hand the number of times I've done them. S., on the other hand, has two every morning, so naturally I asked her advice. Instructions were given, and followed to the letter, but when I started to peel off the eggshells, it was plain that they were very softly boiled indeed.
Oops ...
I use one of those plastic eggs which you put in the water with the eggs and you can tell how cooked they are by it darkening.
Spent the afternoon spinning some yarn for a friend. We had slow cooked pig cheek and butternut squash with rice for tea.
Mr Nen is a great fan of Neat Lawn Edges and we have some long-handled sideways-on shears to facilitate the execution thereof. If we had an edging tool I've probably hidden it somewhere in the shed to avoid over enthusiastic use.
I've done my weekly grocery shop and as it's such a gorgeous day there will be some sitting on the patio with my book and, at some point, the eating of homemade scones with jam and cream.
I usually limit my story telling to small children (rather compulsively) and my own children got used to this. However, I was once sitting at a church do with the minister and his small children and one of the them remarked on the chocolate cake. I instinctively said that the chocolate cake was for adults only and the look of horror on their faces was a picture. The minister then leaned forward and asked my children if their mother often lied to them - their answer was yes ☺️
Yet another glorious day in Embra, so ambling has been accomplished. Not so the Iron Ing though - it sort of got forgotten about yesterday*.
As we got some lemons with the groceries, I'm going to do this for supper, and add a ready-cooked salmon fillet, chopped into chunks - I think it might be rather good.
* I blame Dominic Cummings, as I was distracted by his yarn-spinning press conference.
That does look nice, Piglet.
I’ve been for a walk, done my weekly work admin, made lunch and watered the garden. But it’s no good, I’m still going to have to write that essay this afternoon...
A busy morning here - a visit to the osteopath, where they've started one-to-one personal appointments again, with all the requisite PPE, hand sanitizer etc. etc., although social distancing requires one to sit in the lobby whilst waiting! No problem...it was lovely to just go somewhere other than Tesco or the Co-Op...
Back home, in good time for my weekly Zoom session with my cheerful Pilates torturer. I now feel virtuously tired, and will recover by eating pork PIE and salad, and having a glass of WINE.
We went to the garden centre to buy a broom (for sweeping, not the plant with yellow flowers).
a. We went at a Quiet Time After Lunch as, of course, did everyone else , so had to queue.
b. We spent over £40 which did not include a broom as they didn't have them.
c. I shall now have to help 'Er Outdoors put in the plants that we bought.
Ooh, I didn't know osteopaths might be doing appointments again now. I might text mine to see, but I suspect he may not be yet. I've been trying to do osteopathy on myself, against trees, when I'm in the woods, if there is no one around to see me looking daft!
Mine started up again a couple of weeks ago. The clinic has had two practitioners working each day, and they're increasing that to three next week. The chiropodist has also started again, I think, and they're hoping to get back to 'real' Pilates sessions soon.
Worth contacting yours, @fineline, though my clinic has been very good at keeping me informed (by email) as to what they're doing.
As we got some lemons with the groceries, I'm going to do this for supper, and add a ready-cooked salmon fillet, chopped into chunks - I think it might be rather good.
Oooh, that does look good. I've bookmarked it for future reference. It looks as if the ingredients don't have to be exact, so I don't have to worry about converting them.
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Great, Boogs, thanks for this! I've also noticed this earlier video of theirs, here! And the very latest one, from 19 May 2020, here.
Great work, Boogie!
What I also found very inspirational, coming from Blighty, was of course BBC North West weatherman Owain Wyn Evans and his drumming along to the BBC News Theme tune. That was in mid-April. And then they did Owain's Big House Band, with dozens of people playing along, with him.
Oh no. Shelf of notebooks. Box of letter-writing paper (who writes letters these days?) box of notelets (ditto), but most, and worst, sketchpads, sugar paper, tinted paper for pastels, watercolour paper (cold press) and watercolour paper (hot press).
Some of it may even be in a Safe Place which is not to be discovered until the need has passed.
*generally similar to Nenya ‘s and Firenze’s stashes, but also including pens, curtain hooks, stamps- all of which have recently hidden themselves in Safe Places.
Sounds just like Mrs BA - her craft supplies are slowly taking over the whole house - bit like Day of the Triffids!
Having moved house with my wife's stash on a number of occasions the prospect of one capable of moving under its own power is quite appealing.
My stationery stash had also similarly been culled in the same direction and that I am now regretting. Still, it means I will have no qualms about upping my supplies when opportunity presents itself again.
Now, my musician's supplies stash will be prised from me only when I am no longer capable of being an active musician. Which is not yet.
Oh, no, I forgot to add that ☺️! One can never have too much paper, notebooks, notelets, cards, pens, pencils, etc!
I see from the OED that stash is originally a US slang word, and that a draft of a knitting-specific meaning was added last year.
I think the OED tends to wait a few years to make sure it's become an established term with a specific meaning. The first usage it records of the knitting meaning of stash is from 1981.
The thought that I might never sing again is appalling, but starting again, and not least singing for someone who isn't David*, is quite a daunting prospect.
* I was OK singing for Tom, his successor in the Cathedral in Fredericton, but I'm very aware that it's Not Quite The Same.
The trees here are still fairly mobile; it's probably been the longest period of really blustrous weather since I moved back. As it's dry, I really ought to go and put the washing out, but for reasons best known to herself, S. has taken the whirlygig out of its mooring, and I'm not sure that I'd put it back right ...
Surprisingly, there has been little contact from this choir, just admin stuff really, whereas my local choir has been excellent in providing some activity or entertainment of a musical nature each week, as well as facilitating online contact in small groups for what might be termed mutual pastoral care.
I have also enjoyed participation in virtual online choirs and even as I write I am singing along to Radio 3’s choral Evensong. All is not lost.
But, on Zoom, you can see each person and their expressions - that’s quite interesting. The way they show which subgroup is singing at the time is too. It shows me how the different parts work - which is normally unclear to me.
As to the music - I’m not affected by music and honestly wouldn’t miss it if it disappeared off the face of the earth.
Odd that I’m married to a musician 😂😂
It was mentioned in our virtual service this morning (through which the idea of “sing like no one is listening” was woven, and for which 4-part harmony for all hymns was shown on the screen) that the public health working group at the church has decided we probably shouldn’t “open the doors,” even to a reduced number, which is allowed here now, through June, and that when we do so, there will be no singing for a while. I totally understand, but still.
{{{Piglet}}}
We haven't got that far in planning yet, but I've been wondering if everyone else sits down the front, well spread out, and I lead singing right from the back, we'll keep the risks low enough.
When the state of emergency first was declared, we put together a working group of people in the congregation with health expertise to make decisions about navigating the situation. They’ve been meeting weekly, and the most recent meeting came after the Governor issued his latest Executive Order, providing for moving into Phase 2 of reopening. The working group is clearly taking a conservative approach, which I have no argument with, but which is still hard.
I used florists' wire to make them mouldable to the face and in the middle stitched in filter material from a defunct vacuum cleaner - yet another stash of something that should have been binned but now repurposed.
You're obviously not Anglicans, are you?
It's a lovely day (clearly not a Bank Holiday in Scotland), so amblage has happened, and very enjoyable it was too.
S. has succeeded in converting me to fresh tuna steaks: I griddled a couple last night along with some oven-roasted veggies, and they were really nice.
As it's warmer today, and we seem to have a shedload of lettuce in the fridge, I'm going to have a go at Salad Niçoise for supper, and I'm rather looking forward to it.
She's also been going quite barmy shopping online for various sorts of comestibles: over the next few days we're apparently getting orders from a local butcher, a fruit-and-veggie place and Hello Fresh, so it looks like we'll be eating rather well this week!
As I did some laundry yesterday, it may be time to exercise the Iron Ing.
I had a pleasant morning in the garden, alternately sitting and potting, which are two Ings I do do!
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From Pork to Fish? How is this necromantic act performed?
A Catholic swineherd might find it useful come Friday...
I made potato gnocchi with carrot top pesto for lunch and we have kebabs for supper - sitting in a marinade waiting for me to put them together, haloumi for me and steak for the offspring - half a steak as kebabs, the other half tomorrow.
It's the second Folk on Foot front room festival today, so we're sprawling listening to music and pretending that all festivals aren't cancelled this year. (It's partly a fundraiser for the artists involved and the artists in problems who can't earn, 50:50 artists involved : musicians charities. The last one raised £109k, around £3k for each artist involved, this one is currently standing at £46k -so each artist is looking at about £1500.
I am but the rest of the congregation aren't. More pertinently, we took the pews out of the rear portion of the church some years ago, to much wailing and gnashing of teeth (not to mention, I kid you not, threats of legal action in letters cut from newspapers sent to the minister) so It's relatively easy to be 30ft behind the last row of pews (which, yes, is the only one normally full).
Tomorrow, slow-cooked Chinese pork over stir fry.
Wednesday ff dear knows.
I also watched That Press Conference, but we won't talk about that.
I once saw an even fussier person (in a bungalow garden in Lancashire) edging his tiny front lawn with a pair of scissors.
The salad Niçoise came out very nicely, apart from the "soft-boiled eggs" for which the recipe didn't provide instructions. I'm not all that keen on boiled eggs, and could count on one hand the number of times I've done them. S., on the other hand, has two every morning, so naturally I asked her advice. Instructions were given, and followed to the letter, but when I started to peel off the eggshells, it was plain that they were very softly boiled indeed.
Oops ...
I think it is officially one, but Edinburgh and environs might have had theirs last week, under the guise of Victoria day
Spent the afternoon spinning some yarn for a friend. We had slow cooked pig cheek and butternut squash with rice for tea.
I need the old "eek" smilie ...
I've done my weekly grocery shop and as it's such a gorgeous day there will be some sitting on the patio with my book and, at some point, the eating of homemade scones with jam and cream.
As we got some lemons with the groceries, I'm going to do this for supper, and add a ready-cooked salmon fillet, chopped into chunks - I think it might be rather good.
* I blame Dominic Cummings, as I was distracted by his yarn-spinning press conference.
I’ve been for a walk, done my weekly work admin, made lunch and watered the garden. But it’s no good, I’m still going to have to write that essay this afternoon...
Back home, in good time for my weekly Zoom session with my cheerful Pilates torturer. I now feel virtuously tired, and will recover by eating pork PIE and salad, and having a glass of WINE.
a. We went at a Quiet Time After Lunch as, of course, did everyone else , so had to queue.
b. We spent over £40 which did not include a broom as they didn't have them.
c. I shall now have to help 'Er Outdoors put in the plants that we bought.
Worth contacting yours, @fineline, though my clinic has been very good at keeping me informed (by email) as to what they're doing.
Oooh, that does look good. I've bookmarked it for future reference. It looks as if the ingredients don't have to be exact, so I don't have to worry about converting them.
*sigh*
I'll start scraping the green bits off me hunk of old CHEESE...