Taking Care of Pennies

A few years ago the phrase "take care of the ounces and the pounds will take care of themselves" was drilled into my head as a reminder to keep backpacking weight down. Last week I checked out a book called the Tightwad Gazette (vol 1.) which lists all kinds of inventive ways to save money. All I can think of is a re-phrase of the above saying, "take care of the pennies and the dollars will take care of themselves."

I always find myself spending money on little things. Eating out, fast food, baubles, craft supplies, fancy type groceries which we end up throwing away. It's usually a couple dollars here, a couple dollars there. Those "oh, it's just a dollar" purchases add up. I just read an account of a woman who washes and reuses aluminum foil. Seriously. She claims that two boxes lasted her several years. Same with Ziploc bags. I think saving money must be all about questioning assumptions and looking at things through a lens of history.

Take, for example, toilet paper. I can hardly imagine giving up toilet paper, but it really is a recent invention which means that it must be nonessential for survival. I know such a suggestion may be shocking to modern people, but why not cut up some cloths and stick them in a basket behind the toilet and just use those. After you use one you would just put it in a designated hamper not to be used again until it's been washed with hot water. Some people are already doing this...I can't help but reflect that when camping I've been known to carry around a pee rag (bandana) that I wipe with whenever I pee. I wonder how much money it would save to institute such a system at home.


I just might be crazy enough to do it. And maybe the Ziploc bag washing thing too.

Pecan Pie? Heck Yes!!!

Yep, it sure is pecan season. We've been suffering a terrible drought all year, but that hasn't stopped our Texas pecan trees from producing nuts. Oliver and I picked a sack of pecans last weekend. Some of the lucky ones have already been cracked and turned into pecan pie.

Pomegranate

First pomegranate eaten this autumn!

Beginning

Beginning a new project is a thrill. A cheap, easy thrill. I am quick to begin projects, but slow to end. Case in point. Check out this cute apron I just finished:

This "easy" classified McCall's apron was a year and a few months in the making. It sat, and sat, and sat. In a dark, dusty closet it sat. With other discarded, incomplete projects it sat mournfully for a whole year. And three months. And then I pulled it out of the darkness and onto the ironing board where I massaged it, marked it, put it all together, and brought it to life. It only took about an hour to finish. This project has given hope to other neglected projects.

This is a baby "blanket". As you can see, it's only about cat size right now.
This has been in the works since about July and has been shoved into the drawer
under my coffee table. The cat is clearly pleading with me to get it done.

This is the Jane Eyre shawl I blogged about before. In September. Haven't worked
on it this month yet. It's essentially half a shawl.

This mitered hanging towel is only about 10 rows away from being finished.
So why isn't it? This I cannot say.

A shawl I started to crochet for a nursing home charity. We'll see if a sweet
elderly lady ever lays her hands on this baby.

A granny square blanket I just started last Saturday. It's coming along, but when
I take into account my poor history with blankets I have to sense the inevitable
abandonment that is to come.

The half square triangles quilt which has not progressed
beyond this point in the past several months.

I'm starting to view my unfinished projects as monstrosities. I feel like I'm Toy Story's Sid and these are my deformed, half constructed toys which may forever remain undone. The memory of these projects did not, however, keep me from starting a new project this morning. Behold, the Dean Street hat! Oh the thrill!

Here's to new beginnings!

Mexican Coke - A benefit of living close to the border. Made
with real sugar.

I'm am feeling truly lighthearted today. I want to write a thousand pages, and yet I'm afraid to write one. Fear of jinxes. Instead I will make a vague list about the things that have me all a-flutter and a-whirl. What's on my mind:

1. Clothesline
2. Chicken coop
3. Fig tree
4. Vegetable garden
5. Bird house
6. Paint colors
7. Mourning doves
8. Sunspot kitties
9. Climbing confederate jasmine
10. Christmas wreaths
11. New hanging knit hand-towels
12. I should finish my half-square triangles quilt
13. Picnic table
14. Cigarette-free air
15. Freedom
16. Family
17. Small town roots
18. Medina County, Texas

The River Empires and some Exotics

River Empires
I have a new favorite band which I can't stop listening to. It combines most of my favorites: indie, folk, banjo, fiddle, poetic intelligent lyrics, beauty. This song first caught my ear as I was walking through some dappled light from shaky tree leaves as I was walking across my apartment complex, and the title and sound just perfectly matched what I was seeing! The shadows looked sparkly! But I will say that I enjoy the ENTIRE ALBUM, which is rare.

Exotics
I also tried out a new thing just now. I told one of the girls I work with the other day that I found these instructions for washing your hair with baking soda and apple cider vinegar. She said, "Oh, RS, you're always trying all these exotic things!" Yep, that baking soda is some exotic stuff. It's magical. I love talking to this co-worker because it keeps me from thinking I'm too normal. I told her another time that I wish I had some venison because I really wanted some chicken fried deer steaks. She told me, "you eat deer?!?!" HAHAHA. Yes. Delicioso and lacking in essential preservatives, antibiotics and hormones. We live in South Texas. I didn't know anyone didn't eat deer. We also take the deer's head and hang it on the wall, but that's a different story.

But anyway. Baking soda. So I just tried the instructions from the Simplemom website (sorry, too lazy to link). I suppose I won't know whether or not the method is effective for a couple of weeks. There is evidently a withdrawal period where your hair goes all freaky because it's used to having all of its oils stripped when you use regular shampoo and compensates by producing extra oil. I don't imagine extra oil can hurt my hair too much since it's pretty dry naturally. I'll report back on this crucial issue.

Here's another exotic idea that I stumbled upon from the same website. Washing your face with olive oil. I've tried this a couple of times so far and am quite impressed. It makes your skin look all luminous and glowing. The greatest part is that there are absolutely no pesky pregnancy hormones involved. It also has not led to any increase in pimples.

Encouraging Reflection
It's been quite an odyssey, but I'm slowly becoming a Catholic. The torturous pace is definitely not self-imposed. All would-be converts have to take eight months of religious education classes before they can be baptized and received into the Church. There are about 15 of us in the class, which is quite an admirable number. Every aspect of the Church which I researched with a critical eye has made plain why-didn't-I-think-of-this-before sense in accordance with not only what I've learned in the Bible, but also with what I understand of life. These are the things I love most so far:

1. Steadfastness and refusal to compromise its morality in the face of secular pressure.
2. It is consistent logically with the world and its own teachings. No contradiction.
3. Teaching authority which ensures that what I'm learning is reliable.
4. The Church teaches compassion and self-donative love as noble works.
5. It's teachings about the meaning of marriage and openness to life.
6. Never thought I would say this, but the Rosary has proven to be vehicle of grace.
7. REALLY never thought I'd say this, but the communion of saints. None of us are truly alone and without help!
8. I would say the Eucharist, but I'm not allowed to receive it yet.
9. I would say confession/reconciliation but I'm not allowed to do that yet either.
10. The lack of that strange "accept Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior" business with its weird emphasis on individuality. We're meant to work together, not separate!

Check out this blog if you don't believe me, the author is a former Atheist who has some interesting insights on so many topics.

New toy

So far we've found nearly $5 in coins. This morning we went metal detecting in the yard of an old house that recently got torn down. All we found was a buried toy car, a folded license plate, some pull tabs, a belt buckle, and a Peter Piper Pizza token. We didn't stay out too long because I got too whiney from waking up at 4 something AM. Oliver would be happy to verify this fact. I think this hobby will be more fun when we both have detectors, because so far I just follow the man around with a shovel and wait to dig. I will also probably have more fun the moment I find jewelry or silver coins. The tricky thing is that the tone for gold is very similar to the tone for pull tabs and bottle caps. Eenteresting.

Baby schtuff

I went to a friend's baby shower last Sunday, and finally handed over some super cute projects I'd been working on. The quilt was down-to-the-wire, finished the night before. Procrastinator style. I wanted to take pictures of it before it got marked with spit-up and other less pleasant bodily fluids, but the morning of the shower it was RAINING outside (whoa!) and I couldn't get good lighting. I will by no effin' means complain about that sorely needed rain, but I will say that my pictures are extremely lacking and unsatisfying because I had to use the flash. But still, here they are.

Stacked coins quilt

This project taught me many things, and also reminded me of one fact I seem to always forget:

1. Quilts are always freaking harder to make than they look, especially when you don't have a rotary cutter or mat or other essential accouterments that make things easier and you have to do things the old fashioned (less accurate) way. I think these things work like childbirth. Supposedly your brain just glosses over the pain of labor when you see your complete and fully formed baby. Same with quilts, I think. I'm ready to do more! 

2. If you are going to do any quilting AT ALL EVER, you need to invest in a walking foot for your sewing machine. When I first started quilting the vertical lines to tack down my quilting layers together with my regular presser foot, I was having a heck of a time keeping the layers from shifting. Even after peppering the thing with a zillion pins. In desperation I appealed to my local fabric store and they hooked me up with the most angelic device known to man: the lowly walking foot. After attaching the thing to my machine, the quilting portion sailed by and required a ton less pinning. Best $40 I ever spent.

3. Measuring and cutting fabric is what I'll be doing in Hell, so I better be good. I'm pretty sure this aspect will lessen if I had more accurate measuring devices. No matter how straight you think you're going to cut out a cardboard template, it's always going to turn out a little off. When you trace around your cardboard template with pen, it's going to get a little more off. When you cut that out, and then just fold your fabric square in half and cut across the crease things just might get a little wonky. The "it looks straight enough" philosophy is not terribly effective in quilting.

4. Binding is funner, but slower than it looks. Enough said. I was always afraid of separate binding before. I would always just cut the backing a little bigger than the quilt top and then fold the backing over the top. I actually quite like the look of separate binding, but it takes longer because you have to hand-sew the fold in the back with an invisible stitch all the way around. It's peaceful work.

5. Always search the internet before beginning to find the easier more effective way to cut and sew your particular pattern. Really enough said. This mostly pertains to my half square triangles quilt that is waiting in the wings.

All that said, I also present the lowly matching baby hat:

I hope these things and Baby Evan will be very happy together!

unrelated note: It is 5 AM. Shit.

Seeing DAHLIAS!!!

YES! I am seeing new, fresh, bright reddish pink, full, beautiful DAHLIAS in a vase on my table!

I was presented with these lovelies yesterday by my husband on our 2 year wedding anniversary. He knows dahlias are my absolute favorite flower of all time, but they are a rare breed in South Texas and so for the wedding we used also-wonderfully-pretty-but-significantly-less-expensive-and-less-temperamental sunflowers, white daisies and such (there pictures of those in my last post).

But I just can't stop admiring my dahlias, although my cheap-o camera washes them out a bit. I just love them in my Fiesta pitcher. I love them so much that I moved them about 10 thousand leagues away from cats' reach last night, because I didn't want to have to mourn the little sundrop petals on the floor in the morning.

Yep, I present this post as testimony that it really is the little things in life.

Every Flower

“I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not lessen the perfume of the violet or the sweet simplicity of the daisy. I understood that if all the lowly flowers wished to be roses, nature would no longer be enamelled with lovely hues. And so it is in the world of souls, Our lord's living garden.” - St. Therese de Lisieux

2 FOs and a Shawl to Be

Summer has overstayed his welcome, so in a desperate effort to encourage him to leave I started knitting hats. Even though I'm reading about a thousand books, I've also managed to find lots of knitting time.

Oliver claimed it because it's fancy and yet still mantastic. Made from Paton's Wool Classic.

Made for my dad, I suppose for Hunting Season from clearance $6 Fishermen's Wool.
It's also appropriate because my dad really is a fisherman.

Just begun Jane Eyre shawl, you can already see the bottom ruffling.
Those are my Knit Picks Zephyr needles that I bought last year (love).
This is the same Fishermen's Wool as above.

From the recent Jane Eyre movie.

All three of these projects are knitted on the same size needles (7), with the same size 40 (?) inch cord. I'm learning that I actually prefer the magic loop method for knitting hats, even in those instances where I DO have the right size needles with a short cord.  Here are some reasons why I think magic loop is better:

1. It's great that I don't have to buy new needles with short length cords every time I start a new project. 

2. I hate wrestling with DPNs when I get to the decrease portions of a hat. 

3. I never have to switch needles at all throughout. 

4. I don't have to even bother with marking the beginning of my circular objects.

Stacked Insanity

The books I've bought or checked out in the past month.

I think it is clear that I severely overestimate both my reading speed and ability to absorb information. Still, my appetite is insatiable. I guess I might as well expose the topic that's created such a vacuum.

Young Adult and classic literature, with a humongous dollop of Catholicism.

My options are looking better already...

I have an interview tomorrow morning. I was off work today, so naturally I have not been doing much other than knitting and dreading the interview. Brooding. Pitying my sorry self. But I have managed to compile a list of things that are worse than going to an interview. I'm pretending that I had to choose the interview or one of these fun items:

1. Get abducted by the anal-probe variety of aliens.
2. Have an appendage forcefully removed.
3. Be burned as a heretic a la Joan of Arc.
4. Get kicked by a farting horse.
5. Be a contestant on Fear Factor heights edition.
6. Eat the worm in the tequila.
7. Give birth.
8. Be naked in public.
9. Have a conversation with anyone on Jersey Shore.
10. Listen to Top 40 radio for twelve hours.
11. Brazilian wax.
12. Get a Twilight tattoo.
13. Be Henry VIII's wife.
14. Jump off Emory Peak.
15. Kill, gut and barbecue my Gatsby.

The interview now seems very appealing.

2/5

I am starting to realize that this project might be a little too ambitious for my limited quilting skills.  Never stopped me before though, and I am so excited to see this come together.

Gatsby deems this project as nap-worthy

This morning as I walked through an imaginary cool breeze, I was reminded that knitting season is almost upon me again! Christmas time and a baby shower are approaching.  Gotta wipe the dust of the hooks and needles that I've stowed away unused basically all summer.  Time to be blissfully industrious.  

Banjo Feminization

At first I called this project "banjo prettification", but "feminization" may be just as accurate. I suppose this is stage 1.  Stage 2 will have to do with the strap.

Before:

My banjo with a kitchen rag stuffed in the back.  The rag  keeps it from being too loud.  This works, but has downfalls.  First and most obviously, it isn't very attractive.  Second, it tends to occasionally fall out, which is annoying.  Third, sometimes I'm out of clean kitchen rags and I have to rob from my instrument.  Fourth, this paragraph forced me to use way too many commas for my comfort.

After:

My solution was to make a round pillow (my Fiesta plates were the perfect size round template) from some green material I had lying around plus some stuffed animal stuffins.  I then made 2 doilies and sewed their picot points together around the pillow.  I used the Ferris Wheel doily pattern, but had to make it smaller to fit correctly.  A lovely consequence to this whole doily thing is that the doily pattern shows through on the front of the banjo.

I love the look of it, except for the fact that banjos always seem to get dirty where thumbs and fingers strike the drum repeatedly.  I guess that means I practice enough.

What are doilies for?

I don't know, but I made one and it's pretty. At first I had it sitting on the back of the toilet in an effort to give that place some distinction and class. Now I have it draped across the television cozy in my bedroom directly underneath a framed filet crochet wall hanging hooked my my uncle. I figure cotton thread goes with cotton thread. I have another doily on the tiny ass hook already as phase 1 of my banjo prettification initiative.  More on that venture to come sometime soon.

Cluck Old Hen and Down In the Willow Gardens

Here is my latest recorded banjo song, Cluck Old Hen.  I don't yet have any chickens to play this to, but perhaps it's better this way since I won't have to torture them with strings of slowly played disconnected notes before I get it together.  I can present them with perfection the first time, as they will deserve.

AND I realized that I forgot to post Down in the Willow Gardens, the song I recorded early last month.  My cat so kindly offered her review of the song right there in the middle of the video, as she licked her butthole and then left the room.

Oliver tells me I get a funny, puckered look on my face when I play.  I think you're supposed to have a shallow grin when you play the banjo.  Maybe next time I will work on the proper facial arrangements.

Fig jam verdict: de-double-licious

Despite my inexperience with preserving, my fig jam turned out soooo goooood.  The fruit were seriously ripe, so I made the low-sugar recipe with 4.5 cups of sugar and no-to-low sugar pectin.  I learned that jam-making really allows the cheapskate in me to thrive.  I didn't have a real canner, and so no canner rack.  Here's my make-do solution:

Mason jar rings tied together with some Sugar 'n Cream cotton yarn, surrounded by a pie crust saver ring which has never yet been used for its intended purpose. 

I suppose the whole process cost a little more than I hoped initially. The jars cost about $8 for a dozen, and the pectin was $4 for 2 boxes at Wal-Mart, plus the $3 for one box I had to buy at Super S when I decided to do a low sugar recipe (I ended up using the low sugar box, and a few shakes of a regular box). I did buy some canning utensils at Wal-Mart (jar tongs, magnetic lid lifter, plastic wide mouth funnel, jar-stirrer-mabobber) for $7.  I don't think I could have done without the jar tongs without burning the crap out of myself, so it seems to me that $7 was a good investment, plus I shouldn't have to buy those things again. 

I am prepared and excited about the mesquite bean jelly.  I won't have to buy pectin, jars or utensils.  Just more sugar.  I think it's going to be a delicious year.  I hope sooo much that this is the year we can get a house and I can start garden planning.  I have pressure canner aspirations. The pop of the jam jar lids sealing after their water bath was truly music to my happy ears.

Fig jam

Took my first foray into the magical world of homemade jam today, yay!

A few months ago I noticed three fig trees growing behind my apartment complex (also behind someone's house...).  These trees have been profusely producing figs all summer long.  Lots and lots of figs.  So, assuming that the old lady that owns the trees won't be able to eat all the hundreds of figs that are growing right now, I took the opportunity to pick some.  Hidden.  At night.  Like a ninja.  I didn't even know I liked figs until two days ago when I tried them for the first time, but now I know I love them.  Also little did I know, there was more than one variety of fig planted back there.  I think one produces celeste figs which are yellow/brown/purple when ripe, and another one produces these figs that are green when ripe.  The last tree, I'm not sure.  I like these green ones the best.  The fruit inside is bright pink and super lovely sweet.  They taste like heaven.

I think these are Kadota or Jacob's Honey figs

All chopped up, 5 cups or so

Lovely

One of Six!

That first jar wasn't full all the way.  I don't think you're supposed to leave that much space at the top of the jar, so i think I will eat that one first.  Of course, the jars are still cooling.  I won't know whether it turned out good until tomorrow when I crack one open over some fresh biscuits.  It tasted nice right off the spoon and pot, but I'm still a little nervous about how this jam will turn out since it was my first try at jam.  This must be a warm up for the mesquite bean jelly which is to come later this summer!

YA Book Review: Little Blog on the Prairie by Cathleen Davitt Bell

In the interest of acting librarianly (and in an effort to try and remember details about children's and teen books that I read) I've decided to sprinkle a few book reviews into this blog.  Here is one I read while in Louisiana.

Little Blog on the Prairie by Cathleen Davitt Bell


My rating: 4 of 5 stars


This book was a sweet, cute, fun read!


Synopsis: Thirteen year old Genevieve (Gen for short) is forced to attend a pioneer camp with her parents and little brother where the family must dress, act, and labor like an 1890s farm family ALL summer long. Gen's mother promises her that if she attends the camp she will get her own, new, shiny FIRST cell phone. Gen agrees, only to smuggle the cell phone into camp so she can send her friends at home snarky text messages about her experiences. Gen's friends end up turning her messages into a blog which attracts a large fanbase and eventually the media!


I loved this book. I understand where Gen's mom was coming from. I lust after a house, garden, chickens, getting rid of TV, cooking from scratch, making soap, making butter, making jelly. I am learning to play the banjo for when these things come to pass. I knit, spin wool and sew for fun. I truly enjoyed reading about the experiences of an adolescent who has absolutely no interest in learning pioneer arts, and who is only keeping her sanity by committing acts of minor anarchy by sending funny texts to her friends.


The book had an interesting, unique premise.  A great Wyoming forest setting, complete with details about the family's 1890s style shack cabin, complete with the outhouse that Gen has so much trouble navigating amid her 1890s ruffles, buttons, and pantaloons. The book included details about how Gen was feeling about the work she was doing, about the other families in the camp, and even about her own family whom she comes to greatly appreciate and respect. The conversations with the other children (especially Ka) who were forced to attend were hilarious. Throughout the book there is a tame animosity between Gen and Nora, the daughter of the camp owners of the camp. Gen's behavior is believable and seemed to genuinely portray the feelings and attitudes of a thirteen year old girl, she is not wholly good or wholly bad. There is a very tame romance in the novel, which is appropriate for Gen's age.

Another plus to this book was that it can straddle between a children's audience and a young adult audience.

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New Orleans, LA

Oliver and I have been in New Orleans for the last few days so I could attend a library conference. I know this is bad, but.......I really wanted to visit New Orleans due to my former Anne Rice passion, and not so much for the conference. So here is my review of NOLA.  Interesting. Would be better if you have a big budget and can afford to go on lots of tours and eat at the restaurants in the French Quarter. I would avoid Bourbon Street at all costs (a hive of scum and villainy (well, maybe vulgarity, stench, crudeness) if I ever saw one).  The streetcars were fun to ride, and not expensive.  There are lots of beautiful town homes.  Our favorite part of the whole trip was leaving New Orleans on the Great River Road and visiting a couple of plantations.  Sooo interesting! We didn't take many pictures until plantation day.

In the St. Charles streetcar

Oak Alley Plantation

Oak Alley Front

Nottoway Plantation

Nottoway- White Ballroom

Blessed are the Peacemakers

I took the opportunity today to make a little peace with summer, and indeed found myself blessed.  When I stepped out on my porch this midday I noticed that the day seemed promising and happy with its warm breeze to break up the otherwise oppressive 100* heat.  I got it into my head to walk to Subway with the Finches, Cold Mountain, and my sunhat.

The first step to this adventure was to prettify my sunhat.  Vain?  Possibly.  But any inducement to make someone agreeable to walking around in the Texas sun is a solution worth trying.  So I took some of my fabric yo-yos from last summer and let them perch on the side of my hat.

I donned my shortest jean skirt (knee length) and packed away my Simplicity 2206 jersey knit cardigan in preparation for the air conditioning to come, and set out before I could come to my senses.

You can't help but have a cheerful walk while listening to the Finches Human Like a House album, especially while migrating from shade patch to shade patch along the sidewalk and admiring magnificent residential shrubberies.  A number of times I wished I'd brought my camera, but also remembered that my eyes are kinder to the sights than the lens of my cheap-o camera.  I saw a vine with pink flowers full of honeybees, a tree with half-ripe pomegranates, tidy front porches fit to make a renting girl slightly jealous, fields which still housed some fighting sunflowers and some vines with cottony tufts, mourning doves sitting in the branches of a bleached white dead tree.  I passed an area beneath a mesquite tree that was strewn with dried beans and thought of the mesquite bean preserves I sampled at the Texas Folklife Festival last Saturday.

It's only too easy to get caught up feeling hopeless and distraught when things aren't quite going your way.  I suppose the remedy is to step back and survey the things and experiences that you can truly be thankful for.  I wouldn't have been able to enjoy such a wonderful day if I would have been working at the job I have been coveting.  Plus, Ollie and I are still able to pay our bills, hug-n-squeeze our pets, eat at restaurants, enjoy sweet air conditioning, practice all kinds of hobbies.  Things could definitely get worse.  And that thought is quite consoling!

Half square triangles progress

I have 149 squares stitched together, and still need about 100 more.  While I don't like cutting fabric, I adore the sewing parts and the ironing.  The best part for me has been admiring the fabric colors.  All my faves are accounted for.  No purple in sight, just how I like it!

This afternoon after sewing and ironing a huge stack I had fun arranging them in different ways to see how I may want to arrange things in the final quilt.  I think my original idea still wins.  Here were the options:

Original Idea

Zig-zaggy

Diamonds

I think the finished quilt will have a higher percentage of pure white halves, but I got some cuttin' to do.  I think the zig-zag would work better with more white pieces, but I'm not sure it looks that great with the few reds I want to incorporate.  I will do this again when I have all the squares.  I am limiting my colors to just blues and greens, with a little splash of red thrown in here and there.  I am soooo tempted to tear through my stash and incorporate some of my other pinks, greens and browns....but I must use self control.  I think it will look better with my color scheme.

I have to admit, sewing has been damn good to me this year!

I've even been reading fiction books with sewing themes.  A couple of months ago I finished the Persian Pickle Club by Sandra Dallas.  Now I'm listening to Oh My Stars by Lorna Landvik.  Both books take place in the 1930s.  Persian Pickle is from the point of view of Queenie, a young member of a small town depression era sewing club.  Talk of the club and its members frames a quaint murder mystery which plays out.  Oh My Stars is a little more complicated, and I'm not yet halfway through, so I will have to report back later on it.  So far, so good, though!