Today’s PhotoHunt is waiting for the sun to come out. It’s been so dark and cloudy for the last couple of days that I haven’t been able to get good pictures.
I know, totally lame excuse, but do come back in a few hours. I’ll have it up then, even if I have to use flashlights.
If I were working chronologically, this scene should have come a few weeks ago. It should at least have come before two weeks ago with Mrs. D. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I hadn’t written it yet until today. 🙂
Mrs. D was late. Not that Ben minded. She could be as late as she wanted. In fact, he’d be happy if she never showed up to class again.
“Did you hear,” Lisa said. She was sitting in the desk next to his, which was not where she was supposed to be, but no one was going to tell her to move, not even the guy standing around waiting for her to get out of it. “I heard she’s been suspended.”
“Who?” Ben got a mental image of someone hanging in the air like one of those bridges made of rope like you’d see in an Indiana Jones movie.
“Mrs. D. I predict she will not be coming to class.” Lisa looked smug.
“You mean, like she got fired?”
“Something like that.” Lisa tilted her head thoughtfully.
“Because of us?!” He was thinking about the time Lisa dragged him into the principal’s office because of the grades Mrs. D had been giving him.
“Yep.” Lisa looked even more smug.
“Yes!” Ben felt like jumping up and down and cheering. He slapped the top of his desk, with a loud smack.
Gene, sitting in the desk behind him, started laughing. They all bounced in their seats for a minute. He was going to ask if they’d have a teacher at all when Principal Greear came in with a really pretty woman.
She was really young for a teacher. She didn’t have any wrinkles at all, and she smiled nice. Ben liked her right off.
“Class, allow me to introduce your substitute teacher, Ms Spring. Ms Spring comes to us through a literacy program run by the university. She will be teaching you something special for the next two weeks, and maybe for longer.”
“Hi, Ms Spring,” a couple of the kids said. Ben could hear others talking to each other about how pretty she was, and who had a crush on her already. Lisa, who had moved to her right spot, leaned forward so Ben could see her and did a thumbs up.
Lisa knew things other kids didn’t. If she thought Ms Spring was good, then she was going to be good.
“We are going to do something fun and easy.” Ms Spring clapped her hands together while she talked like she couldn’t wait to get started. “We are going to write stories.”
She started telling them about how they were going to do it, how fun it was, and how she wasn’t going to be mean about their grades. The more she talked, the more excited Ben got. She made him feel like this was something he could do. He started writing stuff in his binder even before she told them too.
Ms Spring, huh? That was a good name for her. She made him feel like one of those speeded up science movies about plants growing, like he could really make something of himself.
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I generally make an effort to go visit and comment on the blog of anyone who leaves a comment on mine, whether it’s for a meme or not. It seems to me that’s just good manners. Now and then I don’t, which bothers me because I feel so rude. So this is my list of excuses.
1. You never left a comment. Ever. Yeah, I’m talking to you, Nancy. Either quit telling me to visit yours, or start visiting mine.
2. You didn’t leave a link to your blog when you left the comment. I’m not saying you have to put a link in the comment itself, but if you don’t bother with the URL field so I can just click your signature, chances of my following you home go way down. I make an exception for Jodi, but that’s because she’s exceptional.
3. You’re on blogger, which doesn’t like me. File this one under technical difficulties. This tends to include some swearing and maybe a little stomping around, but you’ll never see it.
4. Your blog spit me out over and over. After three or four tries, I tend to just give up. Count this is another technical difficulties thing.
5. You’re link dumped me out on a page that made no sense to me. Either I couldn’t find your blog at all, or didn’t recognize it once I found it.
6. You made me hunt down and click in more than two places to get to your blog once I was on your web site. Yeah I’m lazy. What of it?
7. You said something so callous or rude on my blog that I couldn’t take you seriously. In the life of my blog this has only actually happened a couple of times.
8. It was Thursday, or one of my other big meme days, and I got turned around. I try to double check everyone, but now and then I loose track of where I was. I don’t think anyone has fallen through the cracks, but I’m such a ditz I can’t be sure. Double apologies on this one.
9. All of your most recent posts have me stumped. I simply don’t know how to respond without being completely and obnoxiously insensitive, or showing off how stupid I am. Um… if I commented anyway and came off sounding stupid or insensitive, then I’m sorry.
10. I’ve already said everything I have to say on everything you’ve posted in the last several weeks. Even then I might mention something off topic if something’s on my mind.
11. All of your posts are so long I can’t get through them without feeling guilty because I’m playing online instead of working.
12. I did leave comments. They are all getting caught in your approval que. Don’t believe me? Go check, darn it! BTW if that happens enough that I start to think it’s on purpose, I’m out of there.
13. It’s selfish, I know, but don’t expect me to come leave comments on your blog significantly more often than you leave comments on mine. It’s not like I never post anything new.
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Between her own behavior, the rumors running around, and the reaction of the crown, Princess Caroline had found herself in a lot of hot water. Let’s see how the Prince was doing.
While the situation with his wife was not improving, the Prince’s political prospects had improved markedly. In 1805, the Addington government collapsed. This created opportunities for the Whigs that they were quick to take advantage of. The party’s fortunes further increased with the death of Pitt, at age 46, in1806. The new government, which became known as the “ministry of all the talents” was stacked in the Whigs favor. Lord Grenville, a longtime Fox ally, became Prime Minister.
With his appointment he demanded that Fox be appointed Foreign Secretary. The King acquiesced to this with a glum “I thought so.” When Fox visited the Queens apartments to kiss the Royal Hands as a mark of his willingness to serve Their Majesties, he was pleasantly surprised to discover the Queen being very civil toward him. It was a great surprise to many others considering that the Queen had refused to speak to Fox since 1788.
Other prominent Whigs filled out the administration. Earl Spencer became Home Secretary. William Windham, the Secretary for War and the Colonies. Charles Grey, whom we met earlier when the Prince tried to get him to publically explain away his sort-of marriage to Mrs. Fitzherbert; became First Lord of the Admiralty. The Prince’s old chum, the Earl of Moira, became Master General of the Ordinance. Other offices were filled with Good Party Men.
All in all, the Prince was looking at blue skies and smooth sailing. That didn’t stop him from complaining that he had not been closely consulted as regarded appointments. He had borrowed money from some of those fellows! What if they wanted it back!? What the Prince had apparently failed to notice was that there had been a seismic shift in government power.
As Lord Melville had pointed out, power had passed from the King to his son. Never before in the Prince’s life had he had such potential to wield supreme executive power. Yes, the King was still alive, but he was not at all well. And making long range plans on the bet that he would get well, and stay that way, was not where the smart money was going. Indeed, the Prince was now “looked up to as the fountain of office, honor, and emoluments.” Nice work if you could get it. The Prince was not in the least shy about asking the government to take care of his chums. After all, the Prince was now His Royal, but not quite yet, Majesty.
Said Lord Holland, the Prince’s recommendations were “greatly attended to.” What a lucky fellow the Prince was, except for one small detail. All these offices now occupied by the Whigs had people in them before they came along. The previous office holders were, of course, Tories. The “ins” were now the “outs.” And like “outs” throughout history, they immediately started laying plans to get back in. They had a firm friend to help them. Princess Caroline.
Just as the Prince had turned Carlton House into a Whig dinner party venue, so Princess Caroline’s Montague House became the gathering spot for disaffected Tories. Princess Caroline had no more political sense than her husband. But, like her husband, she didn’t need any. Her value to the Tory party was not what she knew or could do for them in the immediate future. Her prime value rested in who she would one day become, the Queen of England.
One thing that needed tending to was her reputation. Not much could be done about the gossip; particularly since Caroline herself couldn’t see the problem with her behavior. Something could be done, however, about the “delicate investigation.” The Prince had hoped for proof of adultery He didn’t get it. The commissioners, did tell the Prince he had every right to believe his wife had committed adultery, even if they couldn’t prove it. They basically told Princess Caroline, “Prove you are not having sex outside your marriage.”
How she was supposed to prove the improvable was her problem. The commission’s final report had already cost her the confidence of her uncle, the King. She was banished from all family functions while her daughter was being raised in Their Majesties household. The Princess’s new Tory friends were going to go to work on the commission’s report and drive a stake through its heart. Lord Castlereagh, former Secretary of State for War, Lord Eldon, former Lord Chancellor, The Duke of Cumberland, the Princesses brother in law and an arch-conservative and former Attorney General Spencer Perceval were on the case.
One fact was glaringly evident. The Princess was never allowed to appear before the commission and defend herself. Much of the “evidence” wasn’t evidence at all in any legitimate legal sense. It was salon gossip given a thin veneer of evidential fact mainly by virtue of it being accepted as evidence by the commission. Nearly all the witnesses that presented the most damning stories were long time employees of the Prince before taking positions in Caroline’s household. Even the commission had a hard time justifying the inclusion of their stories into the public record.
What Caroline’s supporters wanted to accomplish first, was to restore Her Highness’s reputation with the King and Queen. His Majesty was sympathetic, but he REALLY did not wish to revisit that unholy mess. Caroline’s supporters had no intention letting him ignore it. With the Whigs in Whitehall, only His Majesty could restore her good name. But he had to do so publically.
All of his adult life King George the Third found himself being forced to deal with problems he would have preferred avoiding simply because the politicians he counted on to take care of things failed him. As occasionally happened, these politicians discovered that it was to their advantage to let the King take the heat for unpopular measures. The business of the commission’s final report was just such a situation.
His Majesty, however, knew a skunk when he smelled one and had his own plan for dealing with the report without getting sprayed.
– Mr. Al
I found this orange in the middle of a bag of oranges that Albertsons offered at a discount. It was the only one in the bag like it, and the bag offered a dollar off. I figure the orange, which I simply threw away, cost a little over a dollar by itself. I figured driving down to the store could cost almost that much in gas anyway, so I didn’t try to get my money back.
My question is, should I chalk it up to the risk of taking their discount? When I bought the bag, it had never occurred to me that anything in it would be completely inedible. Also, do you think I’ll get in trouble if I re-pack their bag next time I’m there?
I was going for Cranberry Jelly Mold for Thanksgiving dinner, but missed. It worked out remarkably well.
The problem was that I didn’t have a sieve. I had the cranberries, water, and sugar on to boil, and no sieve. The problem with that is that if you leave the cranberry skins intact, you don’t get enough pectin for it to set. Yes, we could have done relish instead, but I got this bright idea and just had to run with it.
I dumped it into the food processor and ran the sucker for a count of ten, then dumped the whole thing into the mold. It was the fastest cranberry mold I’d ever done. It set like a charm. Only problem was that it didn’t come out with that jewel-tone clarity of the jelly.
Did it taste good? It’s a bit like relish; not as smooth as the jelly. The kids liked it so much there wasn’t anything left earlier today when I went to take a picture of a fork full to show you. It only lasted a few minutes longer than the pie.
1 c water
1 c sugar
1 pkg cranberry.
Bring to boil. Simmer for 10 minutes. Run through food processor for a count of ten. Pour into mold. Let cool on counter until cool enough to handle. Refrigerate.
Jack: Jill? Jill, where are you?
Jack: Uh oh.
Today’s theme is metal
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Miranda poured herself a coffee, then eyed the dark liquid in her cup with Irish in mind. She was keeping it together, but just barely. Vin kept sneaking into her room at night, which felt weird with the kid in the house. Suzie wasn’t the least bit shaken about having whacked that nut job Sean O’Connel in the back of the head but Miranda was quaking in her boots. Drew was back to his taciturn self, and Miranda was sure he’d threaten to move out again, though if anything he was making himself even more at home – in Suzie’s bedroom. And Vin… Vin was too good to be true.
It was all going to fall apart again, she just knew it.
She kept catching herself on the verge of saying something stupid to Vin, something nasty and biting that he didn’t deserve. Over and over only the thought of what Suzie would say stopped her. How much longer could she hold on?
“Hey.”
Miranda’s head jerked up automatically, though she already knew from the tone and timber it wasn’t Vin’s voice. It was only Ben.
Ben leaned against the counter next to her, and eyed her coffee. She took a cautious sip while glaring not-on-your-life at him.
“Miranda, what would you do if you saw someone doing something they really shouldn’t?”
“Shouldn’t like what?”
“Shouldn’t like a teacher kissing the father of one of her students.”
“Are either of them married?”
Ben shrugged, looking uncertain and vulnerable. She thought about telling him teachers are allowed to have lives outside of school, which might include a little mutually-consensual knoodling in their private time, but got the feeling that wasn’t really what Ben needed to hear right then. Besides, she wasn’t entirely sure that the knoodling he was talking about really was ok.
“Who are we talking about, and when did this happen?”
“About a week ago. Mrs. D and Gene’s dad. She’s been gone since then. We have this special teacher now. She isn’t a substitute and she isn’t a student, or anything. She’s teaching us to write stories.”
“You like it?”
“I love it! I’m getting good grades.”
Miranda smiled. How simple life is when you’re young and all it takes to make you happy is getting good grades. She didn’t think she’d ever been that young.
“She says nice things on my papers too. I hope Mrs. D never comes back.”
“The school year is almost over. Maybe she won’t.”
“No.” A shadow passed over Ben’s face, one that marked him with far more maturity than she’d ever seen on him before. “I’m not that lucky.”
Miranda didn’t have anything to say to that, except she knew the feeling.
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2. My digital camera.
3. Bendies
4. Paperback novels
5. Mechanical pencils
6. The little letter icon I click to get my email
7. Half-size lined paper for my writing log
8. My wrist brace
9. Solar powered, hand-held calculators
10. Cell phones. After all those years saying I’d never get one.
11. Car keys
12. Thin Mints
13. My driver’s license
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It appeared Caroline’s goose was cooked, so far as the evidence of her faithlessness to George IV went. Just what did the commission investigating her find?
The commission conducting the delicate investigation could not overlook the fact that nearly all the servants they had interviewed so far had worked for the Prince before taking up positions with Princess Caroline. When servants who had not been previously employed by the Prince were called to testify, They painted a very different picture. Yes, the Princess was flirtatious, but that was just her way. Yes, Sir Sidney was a frequent guest, but he always retired to his room and so what if he was sometimes found in the kitchen late at night? Can’t a guy get a midnight snack without being accused of high treason?
Technically, a man found guilty of having sex with the Princess of Wales would be guilty of High Treason. He could then be drawn and quartered and his head displayed on London Bridge, though by the 18th century that was very unlikely. Other servants testified that they found Caroline’s behavior distasteful, that they thought Caroline had very poor judgment concerning social behavior, but she was not having it off with the men she was accused of having it off with.
As to these gentlemen. They were questioned, and, of course, they denied everything. The servants were closely questioned on the subject of Caroline being pregnant. Again, it broke down along party lines. Ex-employees of the Prince swore she had been; those who had never worked for the Prince swore she was never pregnant after giving birth to Charlotte.
It was very rough sledding for the commission. The evidence was, to put it mildly, conflicting. But there were other witnesses whose testimony could not be ignored. People of rank that had no obvious bias either for or against Caroline. Two main points emerged from this testimony. One, Princess Caroline had never been pregnant after giving birth to Charlotte. Two, Princess Caroline’s behavior with men had been shockingly intimate, but none of them would swear that they were aware of her actually having had sex with these men.
Fortunately for Caroline, the “secret baby” story was officially proved to be a lie when the parents of the child Caroline adopted in 1802 were found. This child was the son of Samuel and Sophia Austin. The couple had come to London from Somerset to seek work. Because of Samuel’s sever rheumatism, he had difficulty holding any job for long. The couple came to Caroline’s attention when Sophia went to Montague House seeking food.
Princess Caroline was in the habit of giving food to the poor. A footman, seeing Sophia’s child, told her to come back another day when the princess was home, that her highness might be interested in adopting the boy. Caroline was interested. After talking to her husband, they agreed to allow the Princess to adopt him. Mrs. Austin stayed in regular contact with Caroline and was allowed to see him from time to time.
Caroline also gave the Austin family a small allowance to help them raise their other children and found Samuel a permanent job as a lock operator in the East End shipyards. The commissioner’s final report stated that Princess Caroline was a very generous and kindhearted woman. Also, that she had a lot to learn about proper social interaction with the opposite sex. This was rather important because, as Caroline herself had stated on many occasions, she preferred the company of men almost exclusively.
Eyebrow raising behavior indeed for a married woman.
Scandalous behavior for a lady of rank.
Absolutely unacceptable behavior for a Princess of Wales.
The Prince was not happy with the final report. It merely confirmed that there was a lot of gossip making the rounds about his wife’s behavior. No evidence of adultery. Solid evidence of bad judgment on Caroline’s part. Questionable behavior? Yes, there was a great deal of that. But no smoking gun. In a nod to the Prince’s intentions the commission stated in the report that the Prince could feel justified in believing Princess Caroline guilty of adultery, he could also feel justified in believing the Moon was made of green cheese should he choose to do so. In either case, don’t take it to court, you’ll lose.
This was very cold comfort to the Prince because his intention was to use the report as a basis for charging Caroline with high treason. He wanted his marriage ended and Caroline banished from England forever. If the Prince was willing to believe his wife was screwing any man who would hold still for her, Uncle George was not. If the Prince wanted a divorce, he needed proof of adultery that would stand up in court. Since the commission had found none, no divorce.
However, the King was sufficiently disturbed by all the stories of Caroline’s reckless behavior to put some distance between the throne and the Lady from Brunswick. Until Princess Caroline mended her ways, she would not be welcome in the presence of Their Majesties. “And no nearer intercourse could be admitted in the future than outward marks of civility.” Coming from the King of England, this was bad. Princess Caroline was, unofficially, no longer a member of the family.
– Mr. Al
This is my To Be Read pile on that middle shelf:
Or, rather, that’s what it used to be. It’s twice as big now, and would be much larger if I hadn’t read quite a few out of it already. Still, even at twice the size I’m finding it isn’t big enough. I want more! I must have better variety! I need back-up choices for when I have the urge to reach for something new.
I think I was happiest when it was up around 200.
Do you have a TBR pile? How big is it? Do you hang out at the library, or read ebook/online instead?
If you don’t want to hassle with shopping lists and guests, you could always try this. Actually, I meant to post this one weeks ago. I’m so easily distracted.
First – take the tram up to the start of the trail.
Now follow the path .
Be sure to hold on to the ‘railing’
Keep an eye on the person in front of you.
Be very careful when passing someone going in the opposite direction.
Now just up a few steps. (they are on the left in the picture)
Gets a little steeper here – so put your toes in the holes .
A few more steps to go .
Finally in sight.
‘THE RESTAURANT’ !!!
This restaurant is in China
If you manage to reach the restaurant the food is free.
Let me know how the food is. I’m not going.
I use chopped onions often enough that I frequently freeze it in batches for later use. When I do the chopping, I’ll do several onions at a time. Needless to say, I’d like to make it as quick and easy, and tear-free as I can.
On the left side of the picture above is a pile of onions chopped the way I like them when I do it by hand. This is the size I grew up using and would just as soon always have. I’m too lazy to do it that way a lot of the time, though, so I frequently use my Cuisinart.
On the far right, under the top blade, are two piles. The one nearest the blade is what I ended up with when I passed the onions through the Cuisinart once. The second pile, closer to the bottom of the picture, is what I ended up with when I lined all the onions up and passed them through a second time, crosswise. It was a pain to do the second pass, but still faster than doing it by hand. As you can see, they came out a bit finer than I really wanted, but still good.
Then I tried putting and onion through using the chopping blade. If you squint, you can see two piles in the center of the picture. The bottom middle is how it came out when I put half an onion through with quick, short bursts. I consider it too fine. The pile closer to the blade is what I ended up with when I tried to put through an entire onion. In order to get all the larger bits chopped, I ended up making it all far too fine.
So I guess I’m back to square one. If I’m only chopping a couple of onions at a time, I’ll do it by hand. If I’m doing a bag at a time (yes, I do this now and then) I’ll use the top blade of the Cuisinart. But maybe I wont bother with the second pass.
Jack: (groan) Where am I? My head hurts. What happened last night?
Jack: Whoah! Is that me? Uh oh. What ever I was doing last night, I hope Jill doesn’t find out.
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