Coffee heat rising

As the twig is bent…

…So the oak will grow, eh?

Speaking of the Make It from Scratch Carnival, as we were in the last post, this week’s edition is hosted by Feels Like Home, whose “Grace’s Kitchen” feature addresses issues of children’s nutrition. This week she begins a discussion of how to fit a toddler’s diet into the present USDA guidelines for the recommended 1,000 calories a day.

Thinking through your little one’s diet this carefully is the best favor you can do for your child. My mother, following the advice that was current in her time, kept few sweets in the house and did not serve desserts, but her refrigerator was always full of washed and prepared fruits and veggies, and her snack cupboard was stocked with things like nuts and other nutritious foods. She wasn’t wildly restrictive—I still ate the occasional piece of candy or bag of pretzels. But she quietly emphasized nutritious stuff to eat.

When I reached high school, my best friend’s mother would give her money to buy a sandwich, a drink, and a dessert. That’s what the kid bought, every day: an ice-cream sandwich, a can of pop, and a candy bar. One day she watched me eat the lunch my mother sent to school with me and asked, “Don’t you want some dessert?” When I said I had dessert—an apple—she visibly shuddered (!) and exclaimed, “You think an APPLE is sweet???”

She was already overweight. If she’s still living, she probably still struggles with the weight and health problems fostered by her childhood eating habits.

I think, however, that you can go overboard with insisting that not one bite of unhealthful food may ever pass your child’s lips. My best friend of young adulthood was one of those. The sole taste of sugary stuff her kids had during any given year was on their birthdays, when, in deference to the surrounding culture’s tradition, she would make them a birthday cake. This would be a heavy, soggy carrot cake. As soon as the party was over, the leftover cake went straight into the garbage (where, IMHO, it belonged…).

She was a wonderful cook and she did fix delicious meals at home. But she was such a lunatic about what her kids would absolutely positively not eat that they both went into full rebellion and, at every opportunity when they were away from home, scarfed down as much junk food as they could get their hands on. Interestingly, as toddlers both kids were prone to bouts of diarrhea. My son, who ate as healthful a diet as I could construct but was not forbiddensuch delicacies as pizza and the occasional Whopper, never once had an intestinal upset.

If there’s a point here, I think it’s that the middle road is best. Create a nutritional environment in your home that fosters healthy, whole foods with lots of fruits and vegetables. But don’t be afraid to let the kids have an occasional taste of what other people eat. Over the course of their lifetimes, they’ll come to prefer whatever you feed them routinely as their day-to-day sustenance.

Finding a human at a corporation that repels all boarders

Few things in modern life are more frustrating than navigating a punch-a-button telephone maze (these things are called “phone trees,” BTW) when you have a problem that needs the attention of a human being. By the time you reach an actual person, you’re peeved as all get-out. No matter how polite you try to force yourself to be, the poor wretch on the other end of the line hears your annoyance in the tone of your voice and responds in kind. It turns doing business with major corporations into a predictable exercise in rage.

And if you’re already enraged…well. The late great fight with Qworst was hugely complicated by the difficulty of getting in touch with anyone who knew what to do and who had the authority to do it. I finally found a snail-mail address for the home office at The Consumerist. After the dust settled, I posted a list of ways to reach a human being at a company that doesn’t want to speak with us troglogytes.

Here’s a site that does me one better, though: FIFTY ways to hack your way through to a live person! Check it out. Also check out the comments; one commenter is a former customer disservice rep who has some enlightening things to say about a few of these hacks.

WTF? Doesn’t anyone hear that alarm going off???

Hello? There’s an alarm shrieking. Is no one paying attention? The House has approved a NINETY PERCENT TAX for the sole purpose of punishing a corporation whose executives annoy us.

Folks. The federal income tax is not intended to be used as a bludgeon.It may be against the law to use it that way.

This is a disaster for America, far worse than any economic recession could be.

Make no mistake about it. The powers that put George W. Bush in office will be back. This precedent will give them a handy-dandy tool to use against people they don’t like. And who knows? One of those people could be you or me.

That’s the whole issue about the rule of law. It’s supposed to protect everyone, not just people we don’t like.

The Times reports that “Democrats and some Republicans said the tax on bonuses for traders, executives, and bankers earning more than $250,000 was the quickest way to show angry Americans that Congress intended to recoup the extra dollars.”

“Quickest way?” We call that expedience. Another term could be stone stupidity. It’s every bit as stupid and arrogant as the Bushite theory that if a president says something, that makes it legal.

I don’t like AIG’s actions any more than the rest of us do. But that doesn’t justify trashing the Constitution in a fit of pique. There’s gotta be a better way.

This one is going to come back to bite. In a big way.

Tough times

Men in a soup line, ca. 1936

Men in a soup line, ca. 1936

Here’s a sign of the times: Greg the Handyman called yesterday to see if we were ready to line up him and his son to do some of the various chores at my house and M’hijito’s. In the course of chatting, he said the two of them were totally out of work. His son, a finish cabinetmaker, was laid off his job when the construction company he worked for folded. That’s not surprising. But what is scary is that Greg himself hasn’t had any business. He said his business phone had rung all of three times in the past week.

This is a guy who was so busy he couldn’t keep up with the work. You often couldn’t get him to come do repairs at all, because he didn’t have time. He refused to work outside the North Central area—for those who don’t know Phoenix, that is not a large district—and still had more work than he could handle. He used to drive around in a Mercedes convertible.

An ancient one, but still…a Mercedes.

It suggests that not only are people not buying and selling real estate, they’re not maintaining it, either. And if you’ve been inside a Home Depot or a Lowe’s lately, you might surmise that they’re not doing the handyman tasks themselves. What that means, I think, is a general deterioration in property here. The central-city houses are pretty old—mine was built in 1971, and it’s in a relatively “new” tract for this part of town. The outlying suburbs are so cheaply thrown together as to defy belief…I remember the day one of my friends learned that rain was leaking in because the contractor hadn’t bothered to install flashing around the roof vents in her new house. And the time another couple of friends had to remove and replace the “lifetime” tile roof on their four-year-old house, built by a contractor who was not required by the state or the county to provide any warranty on his work.

So you can be sure plenty of maintenance needs to be done on these shacks. It’s just not getting done.

Greg is trying to make up for it by overcharging. He wanted $1,500 to paint the trim on the little Investment House. Plus the cost of the paint. Gimme a break! Bila the Painter offered to do it for $800, and that included Dunn-Edwards paint.

At any rate, the cost of the smaller tasks is within reason, so he’ll soon be installing a new room air conditioner for me (hope that scheme works to save on the summer power bills!), replacing the busted smoke alarm and putting in one near the kitchen here, and installing the blinds and fixing a few things at the other house.

Photo: Franklin D. Roosevelt Library

‘Nother Moment

The Carnival of the Vanities is up at Dodgeblogium. Thôt I’d missed the boat, having seen an earlier edition and not noticed my squib about Life in the Big City—turns out it appears in today’s issue. Two separate essays ruminate on the nature of partisan politics at The Primate Diaries, pretty interesting. At Living the Scientific Life, Grrl Scientist writes a book review that, unlike the eye-glazing recitations too common on blog sites, makes you sit right up and take notice…w00t! The Smarter Wallet has found a freelance job board, said to offer better pay than others that we know. Overall, an eclectic carnival, worth a look.