Sunday, September 13, 2009

The afternoon so far

I almost bought a new sewing machine this afternoon. I mean, I was *this* close, I'd done the haggling, and the deal was practically sealed. But I came home empty-handed.

It was one of those "inventory clearance"-type things at a local trade and convention center, huge overstocks, great deals, etc. The place was busy and people were walking out with machines in droves. And there were some half-decent machines, although most of them were a generic name that I didn't recognize or know anything about. My mom and I strolled around and saw demonstrations on a number of machines that were very nice.

But there was one sewing/embroidery machine that I sort of fell in love with. It was a Brother, so a good name, and had nice lines and great features. Over the past few years, when my mom and sister have both bought new machines and I've looked at a few myself, I've come to the conclusion that buying one is a lot like buying a car. You can look at all kinds, test-drive them, compare features, but in the end there'll be one that just speaks to you, and that's the one you want.

So this one spoke to me, and it was fairly pricey, but not completely out of the range of what I'm willing to spend. My current machine is quite ancient, and although it still sews beautifully, I suspect and fear that one day it's just going to stop.

Now, I'm not a haggler. I like to think I will haggle, but when it comes right down to it, it's not really in me to do it. With my mother egging me on (she's not a haggler either, but she can encourage others to haggle) I got the price down to a point where I could live with it. At THAT point, I found out that this particular machine was not available on-site (except for the demo) and I had to pay for it and have it delivered next week.

That's when alarm bells went off in my head and I walked away from the deal. Most likely there was nothing to worry about and all was on the up-and-up, but--I didn't want to chance it.

So I almost had a beautiful new machine, but decided to err on the side of caution. *Sigh* It was awfully nice...

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Monday, December 01, 2008

Respite?

Yesterday afternoon and evening I took a brief and idyllic respite from the busy-ness of the past month. I started a knitting project. I played video games with my son. I did some online Christmas shopping. I hung out with my daughter as she finished her NaNo novel. It was nice.

Today I feel like I've jumped back onto the hamster wheel and it's spinning twice as fast now. It's the week of the launch! More books arriving! Last-minute promoting and details to finalize! More shopping, more lists, more things to get to now, now, now!

Don't be too surprised to see that my daily blogging stint comes to an abrupt and sad end.

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Sunday, November 30, 2008

Now What?

Well, that's not actually a serious question. Now that NaNoWriMo, and NaBloPoMo, are over, it's not like I have a dearth of things to do. I have to turn my mind to Christmas, finish preparations for the book launch this week...and I would like to try and keep blogging. I really enjoy it when I'm doing it, but it's an easy habit for me to fall out of.

Tonight I'm going to start a Christmas knitting project--nothing too difficult, it's quite a while since I've done sweaters or anything else really time-consuming. I have a couple of small projects planned, and if they go well we'll see what else I might tackle.

NaNoWriMo was a bit of a struggle this year, but I'm glad I participated, as usual. The story is structurally not good, but I know there are places where, for first draft writing, it's really improved. I saw a big change in my daughter's committment this year as well--she was really engrossed in her story and didn't need nagging or reminding to get those daily words in. It was fun working with her, and with some new NaNoWriMo buds, like my pal Chivalrybean from Second Life who kept me virtual company many writing nights, and others in the SL F&SF Writers Workshop, where we had weekly meetings to keep each other encouraged. As well, my usual supporters, like McDoogle, the AFWD group, and my friends and family had my back for the month. So, thanks, everyone!

I already have plans for a few writing projects to tackle in the new year. I'll keep you posted as they come up.

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Thursday, November 27, 2008

"Latest" Meme

I am running out of steam on many things right now--NaNoWriMo, book launch preparations, blogging...so today it's a meme again. This one requires some memory work so it could be rough...

Latest Road Trip: 2007 summer vacation to Toronto
Latest Bad Advice: Received or given? Never mind, I can't remember either
Latest Movie I Saw in a Theater: Twilight
Latest TV Show Watched: Kim Possible (?)
Latest TV Show I Enjoyed Watching: Heroes
Latest Book I Tried to Read: can't recall
Latest Thing I Left Home Without: Money to buy my niece a present to take to a birthday party
Latest Take Out Meal: KFC
Latest Celebration: My brother's birthday
Latest Item Loaned Out and Haven’t Gotten Back: Probably a book
Latest New Words Added to Vocabulary: "locus of the points"
Latest New Word of a Foreign Language Learned: attrire (French for attract)
Latest T-Shirt Acquired: Peace & Love graphic from cafepress.com
Latest Package Received: A new bellydance coin belt!
Latest Web Site Visited: http://ocremix.org
Latest Injury: an unexplained bruise
Latest Run In with the Law: n/a
Latest Place I’d Want to Live: I don't know, I pretty much like it here
Latest Physical Fight: I punched a guy once when I was in high school...
Latest Magazine Read: Wired
Latest Thing I Broke: a glass
Latest Thing I Fixed: a wooden rabbit
Latest Thing That Made Me Laugh: A new exclamation coined by my son; "mother catnip!"
Latest Thing That Made Me Go Huh?: my daughter's math homework
Latest Thought: how many more words to get to 50k?

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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Remembrance Day Musings

Today, as most years, I went to the Remembrance Day service in my small town. There's a park and a beautifully-maintained Cenotaph. A small contingent of veterans, cadets, and other groups (like the volunteer firemen) march from the Legion to the Cenotaph, where a service and wreath-laying are held. Pretty much the same thing is going on in other towns and cities all over the country.

It was a mild day for November 11th here; although a few rain droplets fell while we watched the veterans pass and walked after them to the Cenotaph, the sun came out soon after. It was warm on my back as I listened to the opening remarks, although there was a breeze stiff enough to send the Canadian flag and those of the Colour Party snapping while we observed two minutes of silence.

The service is fairly well-attended in our town, and today I was observing the diversity of folks who turned out. During the two minutes' silence I watched a blond teenager quietly and carefully join the crowd, carrying his skateboard so as not to disturb the quiet. He wore a black "30-hour Famine" hoodie and part of a shiny bicycle chain hung as jewellery around his neck. He softly laid his skateboard out of the way so no-one would trip on it and waited until the silence was finished to take a few photographs of the veterans and assembled honour guard. Then he stood quietly and attentively throughout the rest of the service, next to an elderly couple, bundled in warm coats and scarves and hats, who undoubtedly still hold hard memories of war. Nearby, some young children played quietly, surely not understanding even a fraction of what was going on around them, but picking up somehow on the sombreness of the event.

As usual, the playing of the Last Post made me tear up, as did the Piper's Lament. At one point I was thinking cynically about all the politicians turning out today to pay tribute and perhaps take advantage of a photo opportunity, even while they have made or helped make decisions that sent others off to war. Do they feel conflicted? Guilty? Remorseful? Or are they fully convinced that their decisions were absolutely necessary and have no need to reconcile the two?

Today I'm thinking about two family members in particular. My great-uncle John, who fought in the Second World War and came home with scars mental and physical and a drinking problem that eventually ended his life; and my grandfather's cousin Alec, who went off to the First World War and sadly did not come home at all. We have a postcard that he (then around 18) sent to my grandfather (then 9 or 10), who was worried about him. It's very poignant to hold it and read it, and know that he would die shortly after writing it.

A lot to think about today, and no conclusions to arrive at. Perhaps the thinking is enough.

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Friday, November 07, 2008

November 7th


This is always a sad date for me, since it's the anniversary of my Dad's death. He died suddenly in 1982, when I was just nineteen. My youngest sister was only a year old at the time. And my father was only 45, just the age I am now.

That is a very strange thought.

Today I read over some poems I wrote in the months after his death, and they still made me cry.

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Tuesday, October 28, 2008

November looms

Okay, it's...let's see...three days until National Novel Writing Month and National Blog Posting Month. I'll definitely be doing the former; not certain about the latter this year as I have the anthology project still ongoing. Although I suppose that would give me something to blog about.

Not as sure of my footing for this year's novel as I sometimes am, but I'm not going to stress about it. My daughter, son and I are planning an outlining session for our respective projects some night this week, and I hope to come out of that with at least a few details pinned down. And other than a rough idea of the shape of the story, I don't like too detailed an outline, anyway.

I looked last night and now that some of my Second Life writing compatriots are doing NaNoWriMo, my buddies list has thirty names on it! If I can't get enough support to write a measly fifty thousand words, there's something wrong.

Here's to a month of furious creativity!

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Saturday, December 01, 2007

Simple Pleasures

Today, with NaNoWriMo out of the way, I knew I had to make a start on some holiday housecleaning. Housecleaning is not one of my favorite chores (although I suppose it does rank ahead of grocery shopping). However, as I moved furniture around and washed curtains and wiped down baseboards and mopped floors and dislodged dust that had been there for far too long, I have to admit to feeling a certain amount of satisfaction. There's a simple pleasure in doing a task that returns instant and visible progress. Writing, by contrast, can sometimes go on for weeks, months, without the same feeling of accomplishment. Even when the pages are piling up, there is still so much more to be done before a project can be pronounced "finished." So today I tried, instead of tackling the work as an unpleasant chore, to take pleasure in the job and in what I was accomplishing. I thought of it as something I was doing to make our lives more pleasant for the coming holidays. It worked. I feel like it was a job well done. And a clean room just smells so nice.

Of course, that was only one room. I may feel differently in a few days' time. ;-)

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Thursday, November 29, 2007

The Five Most Impressive Sights of My Life

Helen asked on her blog, "What are the five most impressive sights of your life?" Keeping in mind what I said earlier about my long-term memory, here are the things I think of:

1. When I was in university in Halifax I remember one snowy night when a bunch of us decided to go for a walk. The snow was coming down in big soft flakes and it was quite beautiful. Then we came to one of the other universities in the city (it's a big university town) and walked past the chapel there. There were lights on inside, setting a big stained glass window glowing. The window was flanked by two big evergreens, their branches heavily powdered by now with fresh snow. And the big flakes continued to fall past the glowing stained glass. To say it was beautiful is an enormous understatement. It's embedded in my mind.

2. My children just after being born. Now that was impressive! Both times!

3. The multicolored patchwork of the Canadian prairies, as seen when flying over them.

4. The azure/turquoise blue of the water around the Bahamian Islands, also as seen from above.

5. The drawings of Stephen Wiltshire, the "living camera." If you haven't watched this video, you must. It puts me in awe of the mostly untapped power of the human brain.

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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Mountains


My mom has one of those "quote-a-day" calendars and the page for November 16th was this:
Mountains cannot be surmounted except by winding paths.
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I absconded with the page and have stuck it up beside my computer, because I felt it was a very apt thought for the writing life. It's anything but a straight road. Sometimes some of those winding paths turn out to be dead ends and we make our way back to the beginning. Sometimes they take us to unexpected places and we end up further up the mountain than we expected.

Most of the time we can't see where the path might take us at all. If we look ahead, over the treetops, we can see the mountain rising there in the distance. It's difficult to judge how far away it is, impossible to say what path will get us there the fastest. What's important is to keep walking. One foot in front of the other. One word at a time.

Thanks to Jusben at morguefile.com for the lovely photo.

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Monday, November 26, 2007

Lego Star Wars II


I've been playing this game with my son the past couple of days and I have to post a recommendation for it--it's a total blast! The storyline is so similar to the movies it brings a smile to the face of any Star Wars fan. There's no dialogue, but the cutscenes are mimed so well you know what's happening.

One thing I really like about the gameplay is that it's challenging but completely do-able. The number of lives seems to be infinite, so that while there's a penalty to pay for dying, it doesn't involve repeating sections of the game over and over. One can always move ahead. The Lego characters are awfully cute and while it's only a two-player game, it's often the case that a group contains more than two characters, and players can switch between them. There are 99 levels of play, so it's good for lots of hours of fun.

If you like video games with lots of action, a fun storyline, and just enough challenge that it's not frustrating, I highly recommend this one. Oh, and if you're a Star Wars fan, it's just that much better.

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Saturday, November 17, 2007

Christmas Shopping


Today I finally got started on my Christmas shopping. Well, I suppose I actually was started, having ordered a few things online, but this was my first trip to the stores. My sister and I went and managed to get quite a bit accomplished.

Anyone who knows me well knows that I have a strange memory problem--it's not a short-term memory thing, it's long-term memories that give me trouble. However, I have one early memory that is very vivid and involves Christmas shopping. I remember going to a store in the next town and shopping for a gift for my grandmother. I wasn't very old at the time, maybe seven or eight, and I didn't have much money of my own to spend. But I found a beautiful little changepurse, pink and studded with small crystals, that was perfect. I thought it was beautiful, at least; I don't know for certain what my grandmother thought, although I know she would have told me she loved it regardless. It's strange that this memory is so vivid. I can close my eyes and see the changepurse there in my hands.

I can't say I'm feeling any real Christmas spirit yet, however. The Christmas music playing in the mall sounds oddly out of place to my ears. Perhaps it's the mild-ish weather we've been having, or the fact that my mind is still mostly on NaNoWriMo. It certainly isn't that the malls aren't busy!

I've done more and more shopping online the past few years; I know it's not that great for our local economy, but it's such a time-saver for me that it's difficult not to take advantage of it. This year I've done minimal shopping online so far, and it's starting to get a little late for it--I worry about things not arriving on time. I might have to bite the bullet and put a few more miles on my sneakers this year.

One thing I find depressing about mall shopping is the sheer volume of absolute JUNK that's for sale. When I think about it all ending up in landfills it just makes my heart sink.

Oops, what started out as a fairly lighthearted post has degraded rather horribly. Maybe a rousing chorus of "Jingle Bells" to cheer us all up again...

Thanks to gamerzero at morguefile.com for the money photo.

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Thursday, November 15, 2007

Today's List

I'm a list-maker. I use lists to keep me on track, to ensure that I'm not forgetting about important things, and I suppose to feel productive. I love crossing things off my lists. Sometimes when I do something that wasn't on the list, I write it on just so I can cross it off. I thought I'd share today's list:

* try to catch up on my word count, currently about 3000 words.
* prepare and send out a partial manuscript to an agent who requested it this week.
* upload photos to an alumni website.
* visit the local high school at lunchtime to speak with my young writers program NaNo'ers.
* send out a Scriptorium note telling subscribers the issue is up and explaining why there's no actual newsletter this month.
* take care of some "real life" paperwork.
* write a blog post.


Of course I haven't included meals, laundry, school chauffeuring...all that goes without saying. I suppose that's a whole other list, one that I don't write down because it would just be too depressing. I suppose I'd have lots to cross off every day, though...

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Thursday, November 08, 2007

Spot The Differences

I was musing this morning about my "perfect" weekday morning scenario: I get up a half-hour before I have to wake the kids, have a peaceful shower, eat my breakfast and get dressed. They've done all their homework the night before, packed up their schoolbags, and laid out the clothes they're going to wear today. When I get them up, they don't complain about having to go to school, eat and dress with alacrity, and amuse themselves until it's time to leave. My husband's schedule meshes perfectly with all of this and there are no collisions of shower or bathroom times, lunch preparations, or anything else. I put the coffeemaker on to perk so it will be all ready for me to pour up when I get home from taking them to school. We all head out the door in a good mood.

The closer-to-the-truth version: I'm too tired to get up early and wake the kids when I get up. My daughter immediately informs me she has nothing to wear, it's gym today, and she hates all her gymwear options. My son opens his eyes and groans, "I thought it was the weekend." I head to the bathroom just as my husband is closing the door and the shower starts up. My daughter's friend calls with the awful news that their sheet of math problems is actually due today, not next week as they thought. My son remembers that his book order is due today and he also needs change for the bake sale. My daughter's lunch isn't packed yet and I'm out of ideas for what to put in it. I have ten seconds to get dressed so I can drive them. My son needs a snack for recess. I have to dry my daughter's hair, which I do with one hand while I'm paging through my son's homework scribbler and signing it. My daughter can't find her glasses. The iron leaks on my husband's pants. I notice that the pants my son is wearing are far too short, but it's too late for him to go and change them. We finally get out the door. On the drive to school, they both inform me that they forgot to brush their teeth.

I start to make coffee when I get home and realize we're out of coffee cream.

These are the days I wish for a "reset" button so we could just try again. ;-)

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Friday, November 02, 2007

Little Dog Gone


I've been putting this post off for almost a week now, but the time has come. Last weekend we lost our dog, Holly, to an illness we didn't even know she had.

Holly was almost eleven years old, and we'd had her since she was a tiny puppy. She was a mixed breed, part black Lab, part German Shepherd, part terrier. I remember my sister called to tell me that there were puppies at the pet store; when we got there Holly was the last one left. I guess she was waiting for us.

She turned out to be just a great little dog. In the picture you can see her one "sticking-out" ear--that was her trademark. I called it her "begging ear" because she always had it stuck out especially if she was hanging around the kitchen, hoping for a treat. She was always enthusiastic to see visitors, unless she didn't know them, in which case she would bark like crazy, ready to defend us. She loved children and we never had to worry about her around them. She'd put up with any amount of crazy play, from being covered up with blankets to running outdoor obstacle courses. In fact I never worried about the kids being out in the yard playing as long as she was out there--I knew she'd never let a stranger near without alerting me.


She was also my writing companion. Nights when I'd be in my office, working at my computer, she was sure to be lying on the floor behind me, just keeping me company. She hated fireworks and thunderstorms and mail carriers, but loved being petted, and would often shove her nose under your arm to ask for a pat.

The end came suddenly. She seemed just as usual, but collapsed as we were heading to bed last Saturday night; we made an emergency trip to the vet, but there was nothing to be done. She'd had a tumor, probably on the spleen, and it had ruptured. The end came quickly as we patted and talked to her. I suppose we have to be grateful that she was in apparent good health all along, but that only added to our shock when things went wrong without warning.


I'm not what I think of as a "dog person," those folks who treat their dogs like little people and go to what I consider absurd lengths in their treatment of them. But I miss Holly more than I would have thought possible. She had a personality; her absence from the house is a palpable thing. Our lives are different, poorer, without her here. I know many people think a dog is "just" a dog, but that doesn't do them justice.

I'm sure we will have another dog, when the time feels right. I think it's good for the kids to have a dog, and I know now how important it was for me to have one, too. But it won't be Holly. She was a great, irreplaceable, little dog. We miss her terribly.

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Thursday, November 01, 2007

An Interesting Month Ahead

Well, it was the most difficult start I've made in six years of NaNoWriMo, I will say that. It seemed to take for-ev-er to get past the first two pages. My characters seemed stiff and stilted. I felt like they just didn't want to be here, and neither did I.

However, I did turn things around a bit tonight, made my words for today, and the path seems a bit smoother. I'm hoping tomorrow will be better.

My daughter wrote two day's worth in an early sprint, and my son, after dithering for a month, finally decided that he was going to try and participate. He's seven, by the way. Since they're both in the Young Writer's Program, they get to set their own word count goals. My daughter is aiming for 20000 words, and my son is going for 7500. She's writing fantasy, and he's writing science fiction. The apples don't fall far from the tree, my friends.

Should be a very interesting month in our house.

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Thursday, September 20, 2007

So close!

I am down to just two things left to do with this novel draft: I have to add a couple of early references to something that is important later, and I have to go through and check my descriptive elements. This seems like a somewhat mechanical approach, but it's simply something that I don't include much in early drafts. It seems to work much better for me if I concentrate only on that aspect on a run through the entire manuscript.

So this means that I think I will be finishing it up tonight or tomorrow. Wow. I can't believe it. I feel very positive about it--it's improved so much since I rewrote it following the competition. It's taken me longer than I thought to arrive at this point, but it sure feels good.

I think I've learned that one thing I absolutely must try to do is make myself stay with a project like this with dogged determination until it is finished. There are things that I feel guilty about not doing this week and last, but that's what always happens to me--I am working on something, leave it to fulfill other obligations, then take months (or longer) to get my head back into the right space to work on it again. This time I've been ruthless and simply not let myself be called away. I don't know what my family thinks of this, or even if they understand the reasons why I'm not helping out with certain things, but hopefully I'll be able to explain once it's done.

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Thursday, September 13, 2007

Newton eMate 300



A while back I read a post by Doug Johnston over at D*I*Y Planner about a nifty-sounding little rig called an eMate. Originally made by Apple for the educational market, they're no longer in production, but the ones that are still around are tough little things. I picked one up on eBay for about $35.00 including shipping, and it arrived yesterday.

It's super cool. Better even than a laptop for portability, and there's no startup lag time--open the cover and start typing. We're just talking basics here, folks; word-processing, notes, calculator, etc. on a monochrome screen with backlight, but with re-celled batteries it can run for up to 24 hours. I still need a cable to connect it to my PC and I'll probably have to play around with software a bit, but it will export files in .rtf format so it should be a welcome addition to my writing tools.

My seven-year old son loves it and is already writing a story on it.

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Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Now I'll Find Them...

Last night I resigned myself to the fact that I was not going to find the lost index cards, and I made up new ones. I'm sure the old ones will come to light any day now.

I also started a quick read-through of my novel Operant Moon, the second installment of the Nearspace Chronicles, just in case there's anything I really need to set up in the first story that isn't already there. It just occurred to me that it might be a good idea, and it's the kind of thing I usually wouldn't think of until it was too late!

The kids start back to school on Thursday (waaaah!) so I'm planning to start inputting all my manuscript markups then. I find it's good to have a solid work plan for the first couple of days to keep me from being too lonesome--and worrying too much about how they're getting along!

I also have a couple of stories to get back into submission so I'll tackle that Thursday or Friday.

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Sunday, July 22, 2007

Jam Making 101


I don't know how old I was when I first ate "store-bought" jam, but it could easily have been not until I went away to university. Preserving was a summer ritual at home, and next door at my grandmother's house. Mounds of berries would be crushed, cheescloth bags would hang in the pantry dripping juice for jelly-making, and of course the houses would be filled with the unmistakable and delectable aromas.

Once I had my own household, though, it was a task I viewed with some trepidation. I remembered it as such a huge undertaking! I wanted to make homemade jam since nothing else compares to it in flavour, but couldn't bring myself to commit whole days to it. What I failed to realize was that the marathons of preserving I remembered from childhood were for batches and batches of jam and jelly and marmalade and other preserves--not a single batch! When I finally tackled the task I was amazed at how quick and easy it actually is. I made strawberry jam this morning and thought I would share the process, in case anyone out there is wishing they could do the same but feeling daunted.

As you can see in the first picture, start by washing and hulling enough berries to yield 3 3/4 cups when crushed. If you can find a helper to crush the berries, so much the better. My son wanted to help but deserted me after a few minutes, claiming it was too hard and the crushed berries were now "gross." ;) The berries go into your (very) large pot or Dutch oven.

Meanwhile, clean jars should go into the oven for sterilizing, as well as any other glass or metal implements you might be using (the glass measuring cup is for scooping up and pouring the jam into the bottles). Jar lids go into a pot of water, are brought to a boil for about 30 seconds, then taken off the heat until we're ready for them. Since it's impossible to estimate exactly how much jam will result from the batch, I always prepare a few extra jars and try to have a couple of sizes available.

Next we add lemon juice, sugar, and/or other ingredients as the recipe requires, and turn on the heat. While waiting for the jam mixture to come to a boil, you can get a jump on the cleanup if you want, since you won't be needing the bowl you crushed the berries in, the masher, or the measuring cup again.

The jam must come to a boil, and boil hard for one minute. I stir the jam during this minute to keep the pot from boiling over, but it's wise to wear oven mitts as the hot jam is very bubbly and can give you a nasty burn.

After the jam has boiled for the minute, it's removed from the heat and fruit pectin is added according to the recipe. Then the jam is stirred for five minutes and we skim off the pink foam that boiling has caused to form. When I was a child, a little dish of this skimmed foam was a great treat!

Now to put it in the jars. Use the sterilized utensils to fill each jar to within 1/4 inch of the top. Be careful! The jars and utensils are hot and you'll have to wear oven mitts through this procedure. It's a bit awkward, but do-able.

Seal the jars with two-piece lids, tightening the rings firmly and being careful to touch the lids as little as possible (and just by the edges). Remember the jars are hot! Now, the question of processing arises. Processing means putting the sealed jars back into boiling water for ten minutes or so, to further reduce the risk of spoilage. Many people won't make jam without processing the jars, but I never have and also have never had jam spoil, even after a year in the cupboard. So it's your call. I also suspect the type of pectin used may be a factor in this, so be sure to read your directions carefully.

While you finish the cleanup, it's time for my favorite part--listening for the "ping" of the jar lids as they cool and seal down tight. Each one makes me smile. Any jar that doesn't ping should be refrigerated and used first. Time elapsed for the entire process? About an hour and a half, including cleanup. I think that's a reasonable time investment for such a delicious return.

There are many jam-making resources on the Internet which will give you much more detail than this, but I wanted to emphasize that it's not really a huge task, and very rewarding. Best done without little people underfoot for the actual cooking and bottling process, just for safety's sake. Try it!

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