Join us for a "warm and toasty" evening at SciWorks! Santa promised to stop by! Holiday laser shows in the Planetarium, make an ornament for SciWorks' tree - and make one to take home! Take a stroll to the barnyard on the path lit with luminaries! (Barnyard open until 7pm.) Enjoy live holiday music with the Winston-Salem Suzuki Guitar Ensemble and the Twin City Tuba Band!
Light refreshments will be served! Bring friends - FREE admission for all!
Yesterday the youngest woke up with a wild hair to visit the Children's Museum, which I had sort of written off as a place he'd outgrown. And certainly many of the exhibits he absolutely had, but others he embraced exuberantly in his own way.
I'm fairly certain, for example, that the other children present had not seen Greek myths staged in the puppet theatre before, and, if they had, they probably had not seen the role of Zeus played by the pig puppet.
(I know, kids, I know! I was surprised by the the casting department's non-use of the chicken puppet, too!)
We did the turkey, etc. We even played a family game of scrabble at the table after eating. But hooie, as soon as the plates were in the dishrack, I broke out the Christmas goodness.
My tree* is up, my mantle is decorated, and there's not a flat surface in my very green living room that hasn't been holidayed.
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!
* a fake one. The youngest won't let us buy a real tree anymore, because he says it's killing a tree for no reason. I sputtered in indignation and pointed out that the heavenly aroma alone was a fantastic reason, but he just sort of stared at me and waited for me to finish ranting, then he said, "You can smell them in the wild, Mommy."
I made it through another week without hanging even decoration one, thanks to (1) a schedule that required me to bend the time-space continuum multiple times, (2) a fear that all my dead rellies would come back to thump me upside the head for holiday impropriety, and (3) several scathing voicemails from MPB about respect for turkeys and American decency and such. And so I spent the maybe four minutes of free time I had this week reading instead.
The songs detail a couple's failed relationship with the story told on a forward trajectory through the gentleman's songs and on a reverse trajectory through the lady's. His story starts out on a hopeful note (they've just met) and ends up on a biting one (he's just left her), and hers does the opposite. At the very middle they're at the same place at the same time, and for one brief moment it's beautiful but poignant; you're waiting because you know they haven't left those trajectories that will fling them apart. (That playing about with timeline reminded me a lot of Martin Amis's Time's Arrow, which book I heartily recommend, by the way.)
* I adore these peeps. They had a little insert in the program tonight asking what show would the audience like to see from them, and without hesitation I wrote Hot Mikado, because I saw it in DC when I was maybe 15 and it was ridiculously awesome and has remained all these years unsurpassed in my mind. (So help me God if they ever do put it on I will be there nightly, too, and during the days I'll speak of nothing else. Also I'll swoon constantly.)
You see, every year we go through this. E-v-e-r-y year. The leaves turn pretty colors, then they fall, then you freak out that your lawn will suffocate and rake them all into the street.
I know you think your property value will plummet if the front strip of your lawn doesn't see light for so long that it turns brown, but friend, I am here to tell you that nothing will make your property value plummet like what you're doing now. Because when you rake all your leaves into the street?
1. It makes the street narrower, and in some places impossible for two cars to pass safely. Today I actually watched someone play chicken with a schoolbus. This is not cute. One day there will be an accident. Thereafter your house will be known as The House That Killed.
2. It makes you look like you are so self-important that you don't care what the city tells you. One day someone will want to refer to your house in some way, but won't be able to remember anything except that's where the person who raked all those leaves into the street lives. Thereafter your house will be known as The House Of The Boor.
Look, we're almost done for the season. Just rake the leaves back onto the curb. On top of your lawn, yes. Spring will come and your grass will grow anew. And your property value will probably plummet anyway, but at least nobody will be dead and you won't look like the neighborhood snoot.
PS: Yes, this is a re-post from 2008, by reader request. Know why? Because some of you still aren't with the program. And your neighbors don't like you overly much for it. (They're having parties and they're not inviting you, you know.)
That was how the oldest said biscuits when he was little: bissits. He also enjoyed pisghetti, apools, and yoyurt. We spoke in a bizarre alter-language in restaurants, tormenting the waitstaffs I'm certain. More wawa, honey? Ooh, look at the pretty green peases! It was like dining with Muppets.
Nathalie Dupree, authoress of a whole bunch of Southern cooking and hospitality books and a biscuit-making force feared by villains the world over, will show you how to awesomize your biscuits plus spill the beans on how to make rocking good quick bread at Breakfast of Course (723 Trade), on Wednesday, November 16th, at 10 AM.*
The Meal Pattern Timeline: Viewing Eating Within the Context of Daily Life
a Science Café
Margaret Savoca, PhD
Thursday, November 17th
Buena Vista Grille
109 South Stratford Road, Winston-Salem
Through her work on community-based interventions to prevent hypertension among young African Americans, Dr. Savoca has developed an approach to understanding diet through the construction of individualized meal pattern timelines.
She will show us how daily living influences eating patterns and how, by understanding the context of meals, dietary guidance can be tailored to individuals' meal patterns.
Science Cafés are informal talks given by a local expert at a local gathering place. The program starts at 7 PM, but participants are encouraged to come at 6pm and have dinner with friends. No registration is necessary - just show up!
Margaret Savoca Buena Vista Grille SciWorks Reynolda Gardens
I am resisting the urge to deck the halls, fa-la-la, only by creating and amassing items with which to decorate the halls on the day my willpower finally breaks, for when it does it shall be a veritable fest of greenery and snowglobes and light strands and holiday objets.
Last November Forsyth County voters overwhelmingly approved a bond referendum to build a new Central Library and replace existing branches in Kernersville and Clemmons.
The Forsyth County Public Library will host four planned community meetings to gather public input for what the new Central library should look like. This is the first.
The format will be a short video presentation highlighting other recently constructed public libraries from around the country, followed by small group discussions lasting approximately one hour.
Representatives from the Winston-Salem/Forsyth County Planning Department will facilitate each group as members of the public offer feedback in the areas of function of services, technology, community gathering opportunities, and exterior and interior possibilities.
Additionally a library staff member will be part of each group to act as a resource.
Feedback from this and the subsequent community meetings (scheduled for January and March of 2012) will be shared with the architect of the new library, when selected, as well as on the library webpage.
Every time the gardener comes he or one of the gentlemen who work for him uses one of those awful, noisy blowers to clean off all the walkways and the driveway. And every time I think about stopping it but decide not to, because I know an hour later the path will look like this again, and thank goodness -- this is how I much prefer it.
Last year I barely decorated the house since we were traveling over the holidays, and I think that's why this year I am chomping at the bit, raring to get going on interior household Christmasification. YES, I KNOW THANKSGIVING COMES FIRST. I DON'T CARE. STAND BACK OR PREPARE TO BE GLITTERED.
This is what I have decided today is: Muesday, a Tuesday that feels like a Monday. What's in the white bag? The substitute for the lunch I failed to pack for myself this morning, because I was confused by the Muesdayness of it all.This very much makes me want to simplify, this startled, taken unawares Muesday feeling. So yes to the Taste of the Holidays Sampling Event this Friday and Saturday! Yes, yes, yes!