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2 cups all-purpose flour

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon baking soda

2 eggs

1 3/4 cups buttermilk

1/4 cup milk

1/2 cup to 1 cup fresh blueberries that your children picked this morning.

Heat pan on med-low heat (use a little vegetable oil in bottom if it isn’t non-stick).

Whisk dry ingredients together in medium bowl.

Whisk eggs, milk and buttermilk together in a second bowl.

Slowly add liquid ingredients into the dry ingredients. The batter will be thick and lumpy. Add blueberries. Stir until it is just mixed.

Pour 1/3 cup of batter in pan for each pancake. Flip when the top has popped its bubbles and the bottom is golden brown.

Note: If you use frozen blueberries. Mix them in with the dry ingredients rather than at the end.

I think I left the card reader at the beach so no pictures.

Nicholas had success with the fife today (the manly version of a flute).  He was very excited.  He has been trying to make a sound on that thing for awhile and has finally been rewarded.  His new favorite book series is The Black Stallion.  I read them as a child and so introduced them to him.  They have a male lead (he doesn’t like books about girls anymore) and he really loves the horse fight scenes.  We picked up many more at the library for him today. I wonder what happened to my childhood collection.

Dorothy is, well, Dorothy.  My most recent haircut for her is a bit lopsided, but she got bored half way through and wanted to stop.

Christopher has become obessessed with the wooden cheese from our toy food set and will not go anywhere without it.  Falls asleep with it cuddled to his chest.  The weirdest of my children.

I am rewatching the series Wonderfalls.  It is just as good as I remember it –5 or so years ago.  I have found a new band to listen to as well.  Muse may even be better than Crowded House.

We have been spending a lot of time at the beach house, enjoying a day of sunshine now and then.  The kids use the magnolia as a climbing tree.  See if you can spot Dorothy very high up in it in this picture.

Like a needle in a haystack.

Back here at the lake, Nicholas has been building his own magic city (he is reading a book by that title written by E. Nesbit).  The fountain is the best part.

It has grown in size and moved to the floor since Nicholas took that picture .  He now has a large dinosaur statue with shrubbery around the fountain square.

Until I get this interface figured out (it’s been a while since I did this blogging thing), you will have to put up with silly stuff.  When Brett leaves, cutesy family stories will take precedence since this is the best place to disseminate family news to you all.

But for now…

Syllogisms are sequences of logical statements.  If you mix them up, and throw in a lot of conditional phrases and negatives, they become puzzles.  I came into possession of a list of these puzzles written by Lewis Carroll when I was a teenager and spent many hours with them.  Here’s an easy example.

1.  All hummingbirds are richly coloured;

2.  No large birds live on honey;

3.  Birds that do not live on honey are dull in colour.

The answer is “All hummingbirds are small”.  Not “All hummingbirds live on honey”  because honey is a link in the syllogistic chain.

Hummingbird=richly coloured

richly coloured=eats honey

eats honey=small bird

I never actually took any logic classes, so forgive the lack of professional notation.

So here’s another easy syllogism for anyone who reads this entry (I’m looking at you Brett):

1.  All ducks in this village that are branded “B”, belong to Mrs. Bond;

2.  Ducks in this village never wear lace collars unless they are branded “B”;

3.  Mrs. Bond has no gray ducks in this village.

Put your answer in the comments.

And by the way, the Mrs. Bond referred to in this syllogism is from the Old English Nursery Rhyme:

Oh what have you got for dinner Mrs Bond?

Music courtesy of the Broadside Band.  It’s important to listen to the whole song, because I never fail to get a chuckle from the “she went out to the pond in a rage, with plenty of onions and plenty of sage” .

Between Scilla

and

Charybdis

Of course, Scilla is the flower and Scylla is the monster with the “barking womb” (her middle was ringed with slathering dog heads) as featured in  Catullus 60:

Either a lioness from Libya’s mountains
or Scylla barking from her terrible bitch-womb
gave birth to you, so foul & so hard your heart is:
the great contempt you show as I lie here dying
with not a word from you! Such a beastly coldness.

And Charybdis referred to the whirlpool, which is currently identified as the bad part of sea called the Garofalo in the Messina Strait where the tide goes one way and the strong wind the other.

Because you can never have enough.  My heart breaks because I gave it my mother.  I can refuse her nothing when she compliments.

And she doesn't even have it on her table!

Another practice post.

The inaugural post will be a funny link.  Yes, I am funny.  Yes, I have a sense of humor. Merged books.