Sunday, August 13, 2006

when I'm thirsty...

I chomp on ice. The smaller the pieces, the better. What I hate about refrigerator ice cubes is that they are always too big to chomp on. Enter my newest appliance: the Lightning Ice Cube Breaker. O happiness! This wonderful, low-tech invention from the 1930's operates this way: throw ice cubes into the silver part and turn the handle. VoilĂ  -- chompable ice. No noise, no muss, no fuss. $5 at a recent yard sale. I have a similar appliance that chops nuts, but this is better. I picked Marty up at the airport late this afternoon and missed the turn to the Spanish restaurant, so we stopped and brought home a pizza: THIN crust, eggplant and fresh garlic - none of that garlic powder stuff. Yum. But now I am thirsty. Hence, the glass to your left. I bet you thought this was going to be about art. Yes and no. I have this small piece on my wall and it's ready for me to sew the facing down. It's about 24" h x 18" w and it made itself last night. It pretty much indicates how I have been feeling for the past few days. I am going to take it to my Rorschach reader tomorrow to hear what he says. This is almost as good as a tea leaf reader. Its name eludes me, but I know what it is about.

While I was waiting for Marty to arrive from San Diego, I sat and read Espresso Tales, which is Alexander McCall Smith's sequel to 44 Scotland St. I was giggling aloud and looking around to make sure nobody was paying attention. I am going to cheer myself up by going back to the book: I can't put it down and I don't want to finish it.

Some pictures are up on the art quilt review blog so you'll have a better idea of what is what in the Lowell reviews. And speaking of blogs, I am so happy that Gabrielle is done with her August Angst and is back to writing.

I'm off to run the ice chopper again...

8 comments:

Karoda said...

girl, i had a moment when i saw an old grinder a few weeks ago at an antique shop just like my great grand had and i would turn to help her make chow-chow...but the ice crusher is just too darn cool...i love eating ice too and i'm down with ya' on ice cubes that don't feel right in the mounth :) what a great score...

art piece i read as heavy spirit but one with hope as inidicated by the trees.

Anonymous said...

isn't eating ice a sign of an iron deficiency or something like that?

Rayna said...

No, it's a sign of thirst.

Bonnie Hall said...

Rayna, if you find another of those ice crushers buy it for Ron, he would love it!

Mary Beth said...

That is one cool ice crusher. I bought a new one for about $40 - an extravagance for sure, but I'm sure drinking more in the evening! And I'm finding what bartenders always knew - drinks cool faster and stay cool longer. And I dream that it's toning my arms while I crank, LOL -- every little bit helps.

gabrielle said...

Thanks Rayna...glad to be over myself. I love all those antique (that would mean as old as I am) appliances. I have tons of stuff from our grandmothers you would die for. Old potato mashers, a glass turkey baster with rubber bulb and the list goes on. Love the new piece....very evocative. I want to get close to it, be drawn into the imagery.

Sandy said...

Oy- my parents had this ice crusher- I remember them cranking away for cocktail hour when the neighbors would show up! Those were the days of Rock and Doris and Martinis- and a crock of orange cheddar-ish, a hunk of salami and a box of crackers. Damn neighbors never went home! So Rayna, go back to sucking on your ice chips- think of the 50's with every crank!

Deb H said...

Anon. is right. Ice chewing is a symptom of a low blood count. Have you had a check up lately? Look at the underside of your eyelids. Are they good & pink? with tiny red blood vessels? Or are they pale? In hot weather I think it can also just be a hot & thirsty sign, but check the eyelids to be safe!

I hope to see you at Whidbey next May!