Time for “Eric Answers Five Questions on Friday.”
Q: (From Tracey) I know that you and Lynne are big true crime followers. What is your favorite true crime show?
Eric: Great question Tracey. The First 48 on A&E is hands-down the best true crime show on tv. Not to be confused with 48 Hours Mystery which happens to be Lynne’s favorite. I just finished watching one episode about a murder in Dekalb county, Georgia. I thought for sure I would see you. Oh, sorry… I don’t want to blow your cover. The other night we started watching back-to-back episodes of Bait Car. Now granted, this is not as serious a crime, but it is very funny watching these idiots steal a car and then have it remotely shut down and get locked in the car. Then they try to explain to the police why they are driving a car that they don’t own. This is why Hollywood actors and actresses are running out of work. Reality is better than anything you can write.
Q: What were you doing at midnight last night?
Eric: I think I was in bed wishing Lynne would shut her computer down and go to sleep.
(editor’s note: Uhm, excuse moi? Who kept the other up until well after 2:30 a.m.? I’m just saying.)
Q: (Anonymous) How many times a day do you stop and wonder how you manage to be so incredible?
Eric: This sounds like it might be a Pattie B. question! Are you kidding me? I spend half my day trying to get myself out of the dog house. I have to go on the road just to get an ego boost from all my students. I’m already getting itchy for the next road trip now. When do we leave?
(editor’s note: I wish I never made a pact that I would not edit Eric’s answers!)
Q: (From Marty) What was the first basket you ever made, how old were you and do you have a photo?
Eric: I seriously can’t recall my first basket. I would say that I must have been around fifteen or sixteen when I made my first basket. I will tell you this: about five years later at the age of 19, I began my Martha Wetherbee apprenticeship. It entailed making approximately 100 of each of the following woven basket bodies: Shaker Kitten Head baskets, Cathead Baskets, Knife Baskets, Spoon Baskets and Fruit baskets. I completed this task in six months. Maybe, sometime I will tell the rest of the story.
Q: Out of all your in-laws (my family) who is your favorite?
Eric: I want to say that you already asked this unreasonable question, but I will try to answer it. It would have to be the team of your mom and dad. They have been way above and beyond what I could ever have expected from in-laws.
(editor’s note: Does this have anything to do with your birthday coming up in 11 days? Again, I’m just saying.)
Images: Have you ever tried the natural Calms Forte Sleep Aid? It’s awesome.
DVD: The First 48: The Most Intense Investigations
Cool Frame Dog House!
I am starting to regret creating a “Mr. Basketmaker Speaks” Category because he thinks he can write a post several times a week! But as usual, I always cave in to his wants. So the following post is from Eric:
A couple of blog-days ago, I shared a few embarrassing moments. And Lynne was so encouraging! I figured I better fess up before she blabbed it herself. In the short time that my wife has been blogging, I’ve learned that there is one big downside. My wife has learned an effective behavioral deterrent. It’s what I call blog-blackmail. I liken it to the dog in the yard with an electric fence. Anything my wife sees that I do that is really dumb or she just plain doesn’t agree with, she threatens me with “I’m going to put that on the blog!” Since Lynne is nearly perfect, I rarely find anything that she does wrong (sarcasm here folks). However, the other day she did give me a big laugh. I’m throwing her under the proverbial blog-bus.
I walk into our living room the other day and I see Lynne eating cheese and crackers, this is not uncommon, but I also noticed a strong aroma in the air. “What is that smell?” I ask. No answer. “Lynne, what are you eating?”
Lynne replies with a scowl while chewing, “Don’t ever buy this cheese again, it’s not very good. It also crumbles when I cut it.” If you don’t know by now, I do most of (well, all) the cooking in this household.
Here’s the deal: My frugal wife found a brick of Parmesan cheese in the fridge and started to slice away and place it on crackers, for a mid-day snack. She had no idea what cheese she was eating. In her defense, she is sensory-handicapped: she lacks the sense of smell.
So I inform her that it’s Parmesan cheese and you are supposed to grate it and put it on your pasta, not crackers. I’m thinking, as lame as this sounds, this is the worst thing she can do — not to know the difference between Cheddar and Parmesan cheese. (She has now learned that Parmesan is more expensive. Yes, I do all the food shopping as well. Lynne dislikes shopping unless it’s at Goodwill.)
If you love Parmigiano Cheese too!
Yes, indeed. Today is a good day. Why you ask? Well let me tell you. I bought this little, old, bungalow arts and crafts style house in the city five years ago. After living in a larger house in rural, snowy Maine, I wanted the tiniest house I could find that I would be able to manage. The house is also over 80 years old and it definitely shows.
But soon after, I met Eric. Then we got married. And he moved into my tiny little house. Now my house is even more tiny! And one thing that became apparent early on was that an old house with old glass door knobs do not stand up well to a rough, hard-working craftsman turning it to go to his workshop 50 times a day. So the antique glass knob on the door leading downstairs to his workshop would come apart and fall off all the time. It was annoying. Quite similar to the scene in one of my favorite movies where George Bailey’s staircase finial always came off. He despised his old drafty house because of this.
Back on point. This morning, Eric was locked out of his workshop because the door knob completely pulled out again and fell on the floor. “That’s it” I said to myself. “I am so over listening to him whine about these old glass door knobs!” I also decided to ignore him telling me it cannot be fixed. One thing I cannot deny about myself is that I am determined. And to Eric’s surprise, I found a solution and it’s fixed! I removed the old screw and inserted an industrial screw of some sort. I know it does not look pretty and is historically inaccurate in many ways, but it works! And in this family, it’s all about function over aesthetic!
Ignore all the chipped paint! I decided that I wanted to strip all the plates. There’s twenty-four in this house and only two are done. I started 3 years ago. I guess I’m not as determined as I thought! Will have to adjust my bio. Oh yeah, I haven’t finished doing that either!