cough cough cough. Day 13

Today I sent in an application for a fellowship through a local organization.  That's all I'm telling you right now.  I had a lot of trouble with getting this application done -- hey, it's in two days before the deadline!  I got it in early, because I knew if I waited until the end, I would get too perfectionistic to even get it turned in.  Here's my current line of thinking:

Chances of my getting the fellowship WITHOUT applying: 0%
Chances of my getting the fellowship IF I APPLY: >0%

Therefore, logicians, it seems that I have nothing to lose by applying, and I have most certainly at least doubled my chances of getting the fellowship.  This fellowship, by the way, does not include any monetary award or stipend.  It is not a grant.  What it does offer, is performance opportunities and mentorship.  Solid gold, people.  

I sent them my Masha and the Bear recording, and some rambling on why I tell stories.  Now, we wait.

In the meantime, I made spoon oil today, with which Anders and I oiled spoons (duh), cutting boards, and the play kitchen. I followed this recipe, pretty much, and it turned out well.  Now, the kitchen, seen below in it's just-gifted glory three years ago, glows again.  So lovely.  

If you will excuse me, now, I am going to go cough some more.  

Who is this cute little tiny guy? Where'd he go? and how did that nice plastic food get on his wooden kitchen?!