Sunday, April 15, 2018

No Worse For Wear

It's never my intention to let lots of time lapse between blog posts.  My life as it stands right now, though, doesn't lend itself to exciting --- heck, even day-to-day muddling --- experiences.  And lately, things have been sort of . . . flat.  Thoughts of going out and doing things are quickly met, and tamped down, by laziness and depression and my ability to talk myself out of any errands.  Let's just say that when you can get groceries delivered, there isn't much need to venture out.

I recently finished a sweater with some pima cotton that mesmerized me.
Sometimes the knitting is just plain pretty, you know?  The color and the texture and the feel and the drape all come together.

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Stuff and Things

New Thing: The Body Shop's Banana Shampoo.

Delicious Thing:  Eggo Cinnamon Toast Waffles.  Seriously.  Toast them and eat them.  You don't need butter or syrup or anything.

Seasonal Stuff:  Pollen.  Rupert's toes get all yellow when we go outside,

and there's that sticky, sweet smell in the air.

Vanity Thing: My nails are embarrassingly, exasperatingly short.  I am unhappy with my hands just now.

Aggravating Thing:  Four-way stops.  Not that difficult, people --- come on.

First-time Thing: I don't believe we've ever video of a Knitters' Hunk in his undershirt, or even un-shirted, before.

Knitting Stuff: I'm trying not to think about the fact that there may not be enough yarn to finish the sweater my cousin sent me.  One sleeve took almost three skeins, and there's the front and the other sleeve to go.  The yarn has been discontinued, so how far it will go is all there will be.

Saturday, March 31, 2018


Today would have been my husband's 70th birthday.  It's not clear which is harder to comprehend: that he'd be that age, or that he's been gone 20 years.

"70" now isn't the "70" of when I was growing up, I know.  Still, that number just doesn't fit him.

We miss him every day.  We talk about him, we laugh about him, we wonder what he'd be like now.

We miss him every day.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

More Spaghetti

Grant Hill has The Cutest Ears Ever.

Marcus Mariota is A Close Second.

Yes, I am a grown woman talking about the ears of two other adults.

Kathy had some more Monday questions today.  A couple of them appealed to me.

Have you knit with gradient yarn?
Yup.  I'd never thought about the non-issue of weaving ends in, which Kathy brought up.  My eyes are almost always drawn to variegateds and gradients.  I'm not sure why, honestly.  I do find gradient yarns work fantastically well with welted patterns.

Do you allow your cats on the table?
I assume she means the kitchen table.  They've never shown any interest in getting up there, actually.  Dear, departed Lily never cared until there was 1) a jigsaw puzzle, or 2) blocked knits there.
Yeah, she was pretty full of attitude.  I miss her and the sound of her collar bell.

It turns out rice pudding does not freeze well.

I just got back from the grocery store.  Yes, I got the Drano and the cream cheese.  Thank you for your interest.

Sunday, March 25, 2018


Yesterday would have been my mother's 89th birthday.  She did not like, she did not approve of, in fact, she loathed boycotts, protests, walkouts.  Once, students at my middle school were going to protest something that involved the cafeteria.  (I do not remember this at all, but she told this story on a number of occasions.)  Her message to me was, "If I find out that you ever did anything like that. . ."  Yes, she ended with that ominous mother trail-off.

Still, I could not not spend yesterday with the March For Our Lives.  Several hundred people --- lots of whom were high school, middle school, and elementary school students --- gathered at the UGA Arch to say that we cannot go on like this any longer.

As a mother, I have taken my children to school in the days after school shootings elsewhere and watched them walk away with a lump in my throat, and a knot in my stomach.

As a teacher, I have walked into a classroom on the first day and taken mental notes on how to lock the doors and where to tell my students to hide.

This is not right.

Somebody help.

Friday, March 23, 2018

Throwing Spaghetti Against the Wall

The magnetic notepad on the refrigerator, where I write down things to get at the grocery store as I think of them, there are two items: Drano and cream cheese.  Judge me as you will.

Hannah's kitten, featured in photos a couple of posts ago, is still nameless.  She maintains that "He will tell me what he should be named."  They've had him for several weeks.  Obviously, he isn't speaking yet.

A friend of mine asked me to post pictures of my cowboy boots on Facebook as I wore them.  Sometimes, I try to get arty:

I don't know if there are marches tomorrow where you are.  There are two near me;  I can take my choice.  We have got to make things change.

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Swallowed Whole

On my phone, there are lots of word games.  Daily, I play "7 Little Words" and "Monkey Wrench."  I used to play "Word Wall" and "Red Herring," but went through both of them.  On a curious whim (I was curious, and followed that curiosity, the whim itself was not curious) last week, I checked out Covet Fashion.  

This game has swallowed me whole.

I can't stop.

And, when you're putting together an outfit, the thought that goes through your head is, "Let me pick out some glasses to go with this."  The reality is, "I spent two hours picking.  out.  a.  pair.  of.  glasses?"  

There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of garments, shoes, glasses, accessories, socks/hosiery, swimwear from which to choose.  Honestly, it never would have occurred to me that I would give in to something like this, and I'm not sure what made me check the game out in the first place, but here I am.

The one true advantage to it is that it makes time on the treadmill pass much more quickly.  My treadmill deal is that I increase my time each day;  the other day I got involved in the game and did three days' worth of extra time.

Justified, right?

No Worse For Wear

It's never my intention to let lots of time lapse between blog posts.  My life as it stands right now, though, doesn't lend itself ...