Local cats

I love the local cats around here, and I will miss them when we move. While there are quite a few of them around, three of them stand our: there is a white and gray one, which we are sure is a male; and two ginger and black patterned cats, both of which we think are female. The gray one rarely goes near our house, but we see him nearly every day at the nearby homes, but the two female cats often come to our house, climb on our fence, and go in our backyard (one of them even came running into our house once!) It is fun to watch the cats interact with each other, or to watch them watch other cats and people.

Here is a short video I took a couple of weeks ago of one of the female cats while she was on our kitchen window ledge and looking into the house. She can be distinguished from the ginger pattern over her right eye...a feature the other ginger and black cat does not have.

Look at her big eyes and lovely pattern...she is a wonderful cat!

Packing update

The vast majority of our belongings that we unpacked during our stay in our current house have now been re-packed, and the only things left are a few pieces of furniture, our beds (all inflatable!), one PC and three laptops (not really that difficult to pack away), the kitchen stuff, some garage things, and a load of fiddly items that need to be sorted into a few half-filled boxes. The kitchen items will likely be the hardest to put away (much of it is still in use), but we will easily have everything ready for the seventh of next month.

My "Recipes": "Andrew’s Maple-Mallow Ice Cream Topping"

I came across an old document of mine yesterday, and it contained my "recipes". I wrote them several years ago, do not think I have used any of them, and am not sure if they would be of use to anyone. Some seemed okay, but others when I read through them I thought "what the...what was I thinking with that one?"

That being said, I have decided to post them all, in a series I call My "Recipes", at a rate of one per post and no more than once a week. I shall also provide some background when I think I should provide some comments on them (which will most likely be on a lot of them). A couple seem to be similar to regular recipes for certain meals. Be aware that there will be some formatting/grammar errors on a few of them, as I will be copying and pasting them without changing any of their contents.

As I said, I do not think I have ever used even one of my recipes before, but if you decide one seems nice and decide to try it, please let me know how it turned out! Here is the first I ever wrote, Andrew’s Maple-Mallow Ice Cream Topping.

  

1 large bottle of Maple House maple syrup,

                                                  1 large bag of marshmallows,

                                                  1 Large bowl with ice cream.

How to make it:

Mix maple syrup and marshmallows together thoroughly.

Put on ice cream.

My verdict: Hmm...looking back this does not seem to be too bad of a recipe. However, I do not specify what type of ice cream to put the mixture on (I certainly would not want to put it on anything other than vanilla, to be honest), and I cannot remember what "Maple House" maple syrup is (must have been a brand I liked or something). In addition, I do not state if I should use small or large marshmallows either (I would use small). However, maple syrup on (vanilla) ice cream is pretty nice, and marshmallows are good with ice cream too, so even now I think this is not a bad recipe, though it is probably one for people with a very sweet taste in food, and one you would not have that often.

Interestingly enough, "maple-mallow" in the name refers to the marshmallows and maple syrup, but when I Googled it just now, I found that it is a type of plant.

"Bells Across the Meadows"

I mentioned in an earlier post that the first CDs I ever owned were those from a classical musician named Albert Ketèlbey. The first song of his I remember hearing was "Bells Across the Meadows" on a classical music channel on TV, and I loved it almost immediately. Last night, I went onto YouTube to see if there were other renditions of the song, as I was curious, and I came across the following video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTSmtYWrXNA

It has a great sound to it, and all the vocals are good (this is first version I have heard of "Bells Across the Meadows" with any vocals to it): I admit I do not understand the lyrics, but that does not affect how wonderful they sound and complement the song. The original song is one of my favourites, and this rendition is a nice one: I am really glad that the Cantoria Sacra Famiglia performed it and I had the chance to see their performance, I really think they did a fine job.

Mountains of Southern Oregon

It occurred to me that other than the image of me holding a gopher snake, I have not uploaded any photographs of my life in the United States. Here is a picture I took sometime in 2009 during one of our many hikes and walks, and it is of my then-local mountains and scenery. The snow-capped mountain in the background is called Dutchman's Peak.

I have to admit that I really do miss the Oregon landscape, especially that of Southern Oregon. I was definitely fortunate to be living there as long as I did.

Light from the jug

During a bright day we had some time ago, a jug that was near the kitchen window had been unintentionally placed in the perfect position for it to reflect the light coming in towards the wall (our jug is red). It produced a neat rainbow effect on the wall for few minutes before a cloud covered the sun, and then the jug got moved.

It lightens the dull wall, does it not?

Blogging for a month

I have now been blogging for a month! I have been more active in posting than I expected to be, but I have found it does not take too much time to write a blog post...even the long ones do not take that much time to write: it is thinking of what to write than can sometimes be the problem.

At any rate, I wish to thank everyone who reads my blog, whether you follow regularly or occasionally, openly or privately, or have expressed interest in a particular topic. I hope my blog has been interesting so far, and will continue to be for you. Comments are currently open to everyone, including anonymous posters, and my e-mail is open too: I do appreciate feedback.

So, while my blog is still relatively new, thank you to anyone who is a fan!

Heart Cambridge

The radio station I have been listening to the most here in North East Cambridgeshire has been Heart Cambridge. It plays a variety of music, ranging from songs that are new, into the 1990s to the 1970s, and to a few going back to the early 1960s. It is thanks to this station that I have been able to listen to artists such as Patsy Cline, Whitney Houston, the Bee Gees, Robbie Williams, and Barry White...the range of music I have listened to has been expanded. In addition, it has also played a few songs that I really liked listening to years ago on the radio, including "Bad Day" by Daniel Powter, "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt, and "Because of You" by Kelly Clarkson: while I can listen to these songs anytime, listening to them on the radio again brings back memories, and I thank Heart for this.

I tend to listen to it every night, and the late afternoons of every weekend, and at all the occasions I am listening to Heart Cambridge it is once the tasks of the day are done. I like the Late Show with Simon Beale, the Club Classics on Friday and Saturday nights, Harriet Scott on Saturday afternoons (previously Emma Bunton, but she is having a baby, so congratulations to her!), and the Top 40 on Sunday afternoons. The Late Show with Simon Beale is the show playing during weekdays except for Friday, and it is great to listen to it while relaxing to go to sleep. Nicola Bonn is also good whenever I have heard her fill in for somebody.

It has been wonderful to hear songs I have never heard before, and to hear a few songs that I have not heard on the radio for years. I will definitely miss Heart Cambridge, its music, and its presenters when we move.

Eggs in water test

A trick my mother taught me to find out if an egg is a good one or a bad one is to put it in cold water, preferably in a container at least six inches deep. If an egg is fresh, it will sink to the bottom and remain there; if it has gone bad, it will float. We do this every time we need to use eggs, and we have encountered bad eggs with this method several times before. Sometimes we've even had to throw away more than half a carton of eggs.

I decided to look this up: some sources recommend using some salt in the water, but others do not, and I will say that we have had success in testing eggs without using salt. According to this link from About.com (itself recommends using salted water), there is an air sac inside all eggs, and the sac is small when the egg is fresh. The older an egg gets, the sac expands and once it's large enough it will cause the egg to float. The article mentions that eggs are good for about three weeks after you buy them, and we have found this to be the case in our experience. Still, I recommend testing any egg, regardless of age or supposed age.

We taught this to someone who came over today asking politely if we had an egg to spare, and she was surprised to learn about this form of egg testing. She gave me the idea to blog about it!

Summer

It's now summertime! You wouldn't know it to look outside, as it's been cloudy and windy all day...so windy that it's been very hard to have the windows open without them being blown shut. Still, it's technically now summer, and the sun did try to come out from behind a cloud a few times today. Hope it'll be sunny in a little over two weeks!

"The City"

A little over nine years ago, my brother and I built something we called "The City". The City was a "city" we built in front of our house in Oregon out of rocks, bricks, and loose metals scattered around our property (and sometimes from our neighbors' lands too, though in those cases, it was only the junked bricks and metals we collected: no one minded as it got some garbage off their properties).

Originally, it was constructed from a handful of small rocks and stones, but we soon decided to search for bigger materials to build the city with. It also wasn't a "city"...my brother and I were building a town each to begin with. However, within a day of starting, we had merged our two small towns into a full city, and from the materials we had collected we had made "skyscrapers" (well, two-to-four feet high skyscrapers!) There was even a large piece of quartz that we moved on our yard to place near the heart of The City.

We were pleased by our creation, and people who saw it tended to like it. One of our neighbors was an artist, and The City impressed him: he even copied us and made similar things in his own yard. The lizards used The City as a place to hide out, the birds visited it to collect bugs to eat, and the hummingbirds used the tallest tower in the city as a place to perch so that they could defend the hummingbird feeder more easily. It was a success it its own little way!

The City lasted for about fourteen months before it was decided that it was best to have it taken down. Overall, its existence was a double-benefit as it not only looked good while it was intact, but since my brother and I had collected bricks and metals to build it, it cleared a lot of junk from both our property and a couple of others.

Father's Day

Happy Father's Day everyone! I hope the day was good for anyone who celebrated it. My dad spent the day packing items and sorting out a computer, but we made him a card, and a nice dinner for him is almost ready.

Thunder

We had a little bit of a thunderstorm this afternoon, but that's not surprising considering it's been raining nearly all day today. Funnily enough, I'm used to occasional storms and/or wet weather in the late spring and into summer: in Oregon, our heaviest rainstorms took place in July, and last May there we had a lot of rain, leaving it nice and green as we drove up the I-5 in early June.

Gopher snakes

In Oregon, we saw a variety of wildlife, but one type in particular that my brother and I were fascinated with were the reptiles. One species of reptile we encountered often were gopher snakes.

Gopher snakes are found over a large range of the United States, but they are very common on the West Coast, and they were most common type of snake we came across (followed by racers, garter snakes, rattlers, and a single kingsnake). With their appearance, they are brown, with black spots up and down their bodies, and rough hexagon-shaped patterns down their backs. The largest we ever came across was over three-feet in length, though I have heard they can grow to be longer. I have caught and held gopher snakes before. They are also non-venomous.

Besides gopher snakes being extremely common, the thing we found most interesting about them was their behavior. Most of the gopher snakes we encountered were highly defensive and angry when we tried to pick them up, which it's only natural for them to do, and they were the angriest snakes in our experience. One of their tactics was to coil up and assume  the "strike" position, and then shake their tail rapidly...simulating the rattle of a rattlesnake (and sadly many people have confused gopher snakes with rattlers when they've done this). The other thing they did when wanting to get away from us as fast as they could was to slither in a rapid sidewinding-like motion: they couldn't do it as well as the sidewinding rattlesnakes, but it was effective. I did not observe any other type of snake do this, not even the racers.

On the flip side, the friendliest snakes we came across were also the gopher snakes. Most gopher snakes objected to being picked up, but there were a few who didn't mind it at all, and we could get away with holding them for long periods without the snake getting annoyed. While the angry gopher snakes would wrap themselves around our arms and constrict defensively when we held them, the docile ones wrapped themselves too, but when they constricted, it was a much softer feeling. They never hissed, bit, nor were they in any hurry to get away while we were holding them or when we put them down. I suppose it's fortunate for those snakes that we thought snakes were great and didn't want to hurt them in any way.

The picture below is of a "docile" gopher snake that wrapped itself around my arm. I was originally holding it with two hands, but didn't need to when it wrapped itself into a comfortable position on me. I wasn't hurting it, and it was quite happy being picked up! It was also the last snake I caught before we left.

Finally, I'd like to add that while my brother and I learned to handle snakes on our own, I strongly recommend others seek advice and do their research before even looking for snakes, let along holding them: the intent of this post was to teach about gopher snakes, not to encourage picking them up. We did indeed pick up defensive snakes, but later on we did learn that it was best to leave them alone. They are animals that live in the wild, not toys or pets, and you don't want to cause either them or yourself any harm.

Rafting down the Rogue River

At the very end of August 2003, my Dad and I went with some friends on a rafting trip down the Rogue River. It was a highly exciting adventure, and to date it is my only experience with rafting.

From what I remember, the journey began at a rafting place in a town called Shady Cove, in Southern Oregon. A bus ride took us, others wanting to raft, and the rafts themselves to a starting point a few miles further up the river. Once there everyone readied themselves and their boats, but when we put our raft into the water, it turned out it was only suited for six people, and we had eight in our group. Despite this, we rafted anyway, with almost everyone sat on the sides, and our supplies in the boat itself. What fun this was going to be!

The raft ride was amazing, and I was pleased at being able to use an oar for a short while on the trip: at first, I remember being concerned when we went near rocks and rapids in case we hit a rock/got knocked by the rapids, and when we got splashed by the water, but once you've been past them a couple of times, you look forward to the next time. As we rafted we passed through heavily forested areas (of the surrounding landscape), parts with houses along the banks, and minor forks in the river. It was sunny and warm out, so the weather was excellent all day.

There was one moment where we did hit a rock, and the boat went spinning: when this happened, one of our friends fell into the boat, and another one fell off. Being distracted by the person falling in the boat, and us trying to control the raft, it took us about a minute to notice that he had fallen off. We got him back in the raft, and no one was hurt: instead, everyone was laughing.

What added to the fun was that we could bring our super-soakers, as a couple of our friends had brought their own water guns along. Not long after we began our journey down the Rogue River, I made great use of all water weapons on board the raft, and it was thanks to me that our raft got into multiple water fights with other boats on the river. Even better, due to my own position on the boat (I was sat on the back, and taller people than I were sat near me), it was very difficult for other boaters to hit me with their own water guns: I would soak other boats, but when they fired back, the other people on our boat got hit, not me. I actually got hit when a couple of people on our boat used our own weapons to soak me for all the times they'd got wet from others. Still, it was all harmless at the end of the day, and great fun.

The voyage ended in the early evening after at least five hours on the river at a docking area for rafts close to Shady Cove, and another bus ride took us back to the rafting place itself. I won't forget the raft ride down the Rogue River, and it is definitely what I would call a "perfect day": it remains my best-ever water-related adventure.