|My trapeze skills gave me the courage to climb out on my roof and make this-yep! I made it!|
Friday, October 29, 2010
Posted by Beth HF at 11:28 PM
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
|Pam, master trapezer.|
I was thinking lately while quasi watching football about these professional players getting mega bucks. I wonder if it ever occurs to anyone that some player out there might just hate his job, I mean, really hate his job. We, the public, assume that the million dollar roster bonuses make it all worthwhile and surely wouldn't every guy want to don the shiny jersey, shoulder pads and claim to be a Colt or a bucking something? So what if you're really good at something that you REALLY don't like? When I was in high school I didn't take art, honestly I knew I was good at it but I didn't really enjoy art making until I got to college and even then it's really only been in the past few years that I can't live without it.
Which brings me to the opposite issue-liking something that you really stink at. Well, kind of sort of liking something.....my bookclub read Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann and we thought to take flying trapeze lessons. One of my friends in the group had done it before and she had loved it. I didn't think twice about signing up, they have you on a "leash" right? I did start to worry though about my apparent golfer's elbows (L and R) and whether upper body strength would be necessary (yes, yes, yes it is). I haven't done any strength training in my upper body other than picking up kids for five years or more. And that folks, does not count, if you're wondering. And so I warily climbed the 23 foot ladder that shook while another book club friend was doing her thing (and quite well, I might add). I edged my way onto the 2 foot by 4 foot platform all while corsetted very tightly by my safety belt like they were trying to squeeze the scare right out of me. I bent knees, grabbed the heavier than you think bar, leaned way too far over the edge while being anchored by my instructor, hepped and jumped and then proceeded to hold on for dear life.
There was no greatest of ease.
The flying through the air probably was fun if I hadn't been cripled by the fact that I was supposed to somehow get my legs over the bar and then fall backward with legs hooked and hands reaching toward the net ...someone did NOT spend enough time on the monkey bars.
On Sunday, I was the kid that would not get picked for the kickball team that day.
So my husband says to me, "You're not really going to do that again are you?" Hmmm.....with a little upper body training and some hanging off the neighborhood monkey bars (yes, I am going to do that), I may just give it a go again. Well, maybe for a million dollar roster bonus, yes.
The attraction of the virtuoso for the public is very like that of the circus for the crowd.
There is always the hope that something dangerous will happen. ~Claude Debussy
Posted by Beth HF at 9:16 PM
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
|Pumpkins-I love the view from above-my favorite-like a flower.|
|Bought a bunch of these babies-told my husband they were for school and I kept them for myself-I love the names like Curly Head and Punch, the design of them, their ability to hold who knows what and the slight smell of musty tobacco.|
|There's a rainbow in the clouds but you can't see it-but if you look closely you'll see the boy and his dog-that's the part I love. (a view from my deck)|
|Old fashioned candy sticks-need I say more.|
This year we have been invited to a pre-Halloween party, you know a pot lucky kind of thing right before the big candy hunt. And it's being held by an artsy group (one I do like very much) but scrolling down on the invitation something catches my eye...have your children come dressed in HOMEMADE costumes (yes, it was in bold-so as not to be missed) and I will be the FIRST artist, mother, lover of all things Halloween to say ARGH! My kids at this age won't come within 6 feet of a Beth Fuller original costume, which usually involves some last minute digging in the closet for ideas (last year I was little "Edie"-Edith Bouvier Beale all because I had just seen Grey Gardens and easily found my polka dotted bathing suit which I promptly wore over my clothes in true little Edie style. The neighbors are still wondering if I actually had a reason for that costume or whether I was three sheets to the wind-it's debatable. Unfortunately, since I AM ALWAYS the one with the camera there is only one little known picture of me in such get-up, which also included a winter hat, fake fur coat and costume jewelry-too bad for you!)
Anyway, I've gotten over the fact that my kids don't want to be decked in a ghost costume intricately made by cutting holes out of an old twin sheet (brilliant-I know). And you would think that I would be good at this stuff. I will give ALL of that glory to my mother-she was magical with her sewing machine. I did however (to save a little face here) make the famous turkey costume for our dog Tucker who ran with it in the Turkey Trot. And I think there just may be a picture of THAT costume somewhere......so I don't think we are going to make the potluck party after all regardless of costume deficiency but I was starting to think, now, just what do I have in my closet? Oh look kids, put on this black cardigan, some jeans, clumpy clogs and wow, you're an artist! Not buying it either eh?
Posted by Beth HF at 10:32 AM
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
I was driving home from my soccer game last (we won!) and heard about the artist Jason DeCaires Taylor. His sculptures (mostly human) are placed underwater in order to form artificial reefs. They look something like the Chinese buried warriors or frozen victims from the Titanic. But if you really think about it-all of his sculptures were cast from people living today and all of his sculptures underwater are made to attract living coral and marine life, yes, there is definitely something very ALIVE about that. Enjoy.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Saturday, October 09, 2010
|100 Abandoned Houses|
I seriously, seriously am loving this site (see above). When I was about 9 or 10 I asked my mom what kind of job it was to inspect abandoned houses because that, folks, is exactly what I wanted to do. No, not archeology, not architecture not even historic restoration-just plain ole' checking out the empty shells. You know what I love so much about the internet? You can find people who have the same weird taste as you. Bless em'
Thursday, October 07, 2010
I may just be the only avid female reader in US history who....I'm saying it, I'm going there.....gasp.... didn't like The Help. I know, you can't believe it. I mean, the story was okay but I couldn't get past the dialogue written for her African American characters, it sounded too phony, too "trying too hard. I couldn't finish it and asked my mother who had read it for her book club too, how it ended-because it was a good story, really. I think this may actually be the perfect case for the movie that WILL be better than the book-well, unless they cast caucasian actresses in all of the roles (that's the way the book read to me-like the Ladies Board Players putting on a local production in the hospital cafeteria). I promise if I ever write anything (except this blog), I will accept critique, I will, really.
On another note, the other day I was volunteering at my son's school book fair and I got to talking to another mother (whom I had not met before) about the way time flies and how you can't believe your little squirt is now in second grade. She wanted to go back to the time when her oldest was still at home. And I could not disagree more (I know, gasp). See, I am wanting to freeze time right now....right now is great. I don't want to go back to battling the three year old (now 7), he was sooo much smarter than me. Now we call it even.
Non-shocking news-today-we pitched and rolled about the socks-they didn't feel right. I knew it. I knew it. I knew it.
Posted by Beth HF at 8:48 AM
Friday, October 01, 2010
|Rockin' the Magenta...I mean Pink.|
I am starting to realize lately that I am moving out of that mother of (very) young kids realm. A and C will be 3 and 5 in December. I noticed myself feeling for all of the younger mothers I see dropping off 3 and 4 year olds at pre-school who are dragging their feet, dressed in frumpy cardigans, hair disheveled, lugging the 300 pound infant carrier and a look of desperation in their eye. (I know this can be applied to me many a time too......but -I'm making great strides, hey, my kids let me take showers now) I can't help it, I am thinking, oh thank goodness that is not me anymore (I know, that's seems kind of mean but I don't mean it that way-I have braved those waters and survived. I am an "elder" now chuckle, chuckle...and I have the scars to prove it.)
Speaking of youth and such....yesterday we were dying our hair pink at my school in a not so subtle way to support Breast Cancer Awareness month (October). I had honestly been wondering lately why it isn't that I don't have blue hair, pierced nose and a more "artsy" look to me. (I've always liked to blend a bit-I find I can observe better and I've never really liked being the center of attention-I used to be really self conscious so purple hair has always been a no go)
So I jumped at the chance to have colored (and I mean colored) hair. And I LOVE IT! I am thinking I am going to have to come up with a cause each month just to throw some color in these curly locks. Of course, you will notice that my hair is not "pink" but more on the magenta side because my hair is so dry that it just slurped up the manic panic like a slurpee and voila-pink on steroids.
I can just see it now.....I'm going Atomic Turquoise next....now what cause has blue as it's ribbon?
Celiac disease is green......yep, that's going to have to happen too.
Posted by Beth HF at 3:45 PM