tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87566496019559404012024-03-28T10:01:17.963-04:00hand eye craftsKSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.comBlogger2430125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-60536961562080752342024-03-27T18:52:00.001-04:002024-03-27T18:54:24.066-04:00One<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One video.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bb20kkRmsw-2aTUN6lc5qPDB5FJtOliifReya2aT-xr1AUi3jOglbM_TOYl8LD75Ny8-kNGD1LrMI5svBvYWQhr3I_ppL9Gq3qsseb0i7gW8Z077KWdp7GUYGuhXwkCyHxZ8NswqQqPjZ2hrYvBqF6Bc4IOK3EOxANpO-6jyAPK308dK02UTHvmta04/s240/download.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="210" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bb20kkRmsw-2aTUN6lc5qPDB5FJtOliifReya2aT-xr1AUi3jOglbM_TOYl8LD75Ny8-kNGD1LrMI5svBvYWQhr3I_ppL9Gq3qsseb0i7gW8Z077KWdp7GUYGuhXwkCyHxZ8NswqQqPjZ2hrYvBqF6Bc4IOK3EOxANpO-6jyAPK308dK02UTHvmta04/s1600/download.jpeg" width="210" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwsPzmv6Oliu6w3fEWGpMhwk9oS15riMZFXvyaI_BZxO47GON59yDXFlCCW0rlPW75AFMHBaOUX91WzCkSgqQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-39786624839860415022024-03-26T21:17:00.003-04:002024-03-26T21:28:28.592-04:001<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My current cross-stitch project, using one needle:</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrg6-D1bd_FOQVaY8GWormXOZ7Qc8rho2mWE5ue8z89qJDuyu8_3pdybHEKpifZfMgePUKbCOKIzpIu_U1qhn035rdWRz_a9yt66MLA92RoOBEnhvDwJubKT0U-O36piAfmEi4gbcs1ypj-UmxW6LvB8d47p0vEdpEIIaSkmAFu6BwMGLVexO2xgy2diQ/s1885/20240326_204541.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1885" data-original-width="1884" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrg6-D1bd_FOQVaY8GWormXOZ7Qc8rho2mWE5ue8z89qJDuyu8_3pdybHEKpifZfMgePUKbCOKIzpIu_U1qhn035rdWRz_a9yt66MLA92RoOBEnhvDwJubKT0U-O36piAfmEi4gbcs1ypj-UmxW6LvB8d47p0vEdpEIIaSkmAFu6BwMGLVexO2xgy2diQ/s320/20240326_204541.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">As you can see, I'm following in my Twinster's needletracks by stitching a bird in a branch. The bird's plumage is the only bright color, so I'm doing the muteds and the neutrals first.</p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-44529853500710042122024-03-25T21:59:00.001-04:002024-03-25T22:00:31.139-04:002 Sides<p style="text-align: center;">When you knit on circulars, is the right side of your work on the inside or the outside of your needles? Mine is always on the inside.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXUUZff_v6g6nHVn5FTIu6TNiXVG3W9ktkCGh7-ylj213m5B2R1UlOC03wcwUS-HxbQ5fyT-dY7UhRlmV_xEv8ABzuM_cdRzwWhaC0jOWZUmPcr6ypdW5gAN1LL1kMCEITk-Bi-kxaK3PXhImb7WUfZE9Mo6PdupAmGWCfd4vtO_bHMW7x-VzTSNXAO60/s2691/20240325_215442.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2691" data-original-width="1960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXUUZff_v6g6nHVn5FTIu6TNiXVG3W9ktkCGh7-ylj213m5B2R1UlOC03wcwUS-HxbQ5fyT-dY7UhRlmV_xEv8ABzuM_cdRzwWhaC0jOWZUmPcr6ypdW5gAN1LL1kMCEITk-Bi-kxaK3PXhImb7WUfZE9Mo6PdupAmGWCfd4vtO_bHMW7x-VzTSNXAO60/s320/20240325_215442.jpg" width="233" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UKCIV_d3klj82Dgf1lVQKDOuN8ERVSrMX-UDpMN3ZlNW0-45yygG4a0eib4bv-Z2shhb9nTJSEcdnHUz8QJXsKObnn50FqNy6iq1Huzgo_o8_YdiDcSQVzATlW5twa1ita7PFzaAQsQebLEGybuCpWwYYSKjXxZ4hU0SDq553Ji2IGN9RlFZ7oUyCoU/s2614/20240325_215513.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2614" data-original-width="1960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UKCIV_d3klj82Dgf1lVQKDOuN8ERVSrMX-UDpMN3ZlNW0-45yygG4a0eib4bv-Z2shhb9nTJSEcdnHUz8QJXsKObnn50FqNy6iq1Huzgo_o8_YdiDcSQVzATlW5twa1ita7PFzaAQsQebLEGybuCpWwYYSKjXxZ4hU0SDq553Ji2IGN9RlFZ7oUyCoU/s320/20240325_215513.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm not sure what that means, if anything, but there you go.</div></div></div></div>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-52439362348998823162024-03-24T18:51:00.002-04:002024-03-24T18:51:54.195-04:0095<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgjUyUuvDTsRYpPRnmuCUvIJ_p2kLkU3GoLhmq8Ba38xxIsrYJCnZlp5P4MfulF9Fga26DubmOcPyVLPydCn4AIJzJYsF_AqKkNSWiV8gxtNFZeq4l2xaa7UEa50HVnyM3OHp0CVqm5PHHCH6ieVQO0yc-pBqwHmgaiBAaAIja5RlxWG3XO-Gfj5ARPc/s1271/delores-spence-brentwood-tn-photos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1271" data-original-width="1113" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgjUyUuvDTsRYpPRnmuCUvIJ_p2kLkU3GoLhmq8Ba38xxIsrYJCnZlp5P4MfulF9Fga26DubmOcPyVLPydCn4AIJzJYsF_AqKkNSWiV8gxtNFZeq4l2xaa7UEa50HVnyM3OHp0CVqm5PHHCH6ieVQO0yc-pBqwHmgaiBAaAIja5RlxWG3XO-Gfj5ARPc/s320/delores-spence-brentwood-tn-photos1.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><br /> Today would be my mother's 95th birthday. As with all things numerical at this point in my life, this is hard to believe. It's difficult to imagine what she'd be like at 95. She was so very frail already when she died, I have a bit of an idea what she'd look like, but what would her personality be? She was sort of ironclad as it was, so there might not have been much of a change.<p></p><p style="text-align: center;">I often commented how people might look at my brown-eyed children (especially dark-haired Hannah) and wonder what they were doing with a blue-eyed mother. Mama would say, "What about black-haired, brown-eyed me toting around blonde, blue-eyed you ?"</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-42840561565453885612024-03-21T19:25:00.001-04:002024-03-22T15:37:29.042-04:00One<p style="text-align: center;">Can you believe I have begun an actual novel? A real-life non-non-fiction book. Did any of you have "1" in the over/under? (Wisely, Twinster refused to enter that particular fray.) </p><p style="text-align: center;">And yet, even with a novel, I do not stray far.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyK9IiZ1jLNfHb8JigYzXlaYwbGvhrcV8tyFWjUBMB9pvtt6llO3IITZQJEUm0C9L1NQD9LAiHvhIJ9G74C_ybdoX48whsnYzsuyCKy3U_7KPUjH6oKSi0kDiEXkSi9Is6kVr6U5g5KjDKT5eiwYfifgl-Y2o3RkhSC0bu6fFuVc45UekJJ1G946efTuU/s426/OIP.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="426" data-original-width="283" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyK9IiZ1jLNfHb8JigYzXlaYwbGvhrcV8tyFWjUBMB9pvtt6llO3IITZQJEUm0C9L1NQD9LAiHvhIJ9G74C_ybdoX48whsnYzsuyCKy3U_7KPUjH6oKSi0kDiEXkSi9Is6kVr6U5g5KjDKT5eiwYfifgl-Y2o3RkhSC0bu6fFuVc45UekJJ1G946efTuU/s320/OIP.jpeg" width="213" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">I've read two other Lincoln novels: <u>Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter </u>(which I found surprisingly entertaining) and <u>Lincoln in the Bardo </u>(which was fully enthralling.) </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The pollen has begun to fall here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6NbF2q0RbnteAjaGUvfmkYQesqd1ZE9bZwtwkwuLNgxN9GlMMtqtVO1gLx1XqXlO5kOp00NDPGYzgw7tQn13sdVSJKQctQoqHXDPTL_dE0pXSKxaCf52R74udtGxr9Rfb4fm1p2CsUtoaU37fw3Nhcl3pWewGRoyOhfxTo9r25bh5lhWR_YjaqkIZpZk/s369/OIP%20(1).jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="369" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6NbF2q0RbnteAjaGUvfmkYQesqd1ZE9bZwtwkwuLNgxN9GlMMtqtVO1gLx1XqXlO5kOp00NDPGYzgw7tQn13sdVSJKQctQoqHXDPTL_dE0pXSKxaCf52R74udtGxr9Rfb4fm1p2CsUtoaU37fw3Nhcl3pWewGRoyOhfxTo9r25bh5lhWR_YjaqkIZpZk/s320/OIP%20(1).jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There's a sweet, sticky, sickly smell with it that has yet to arrive, but it's early yet. The pollen doesn't bother me except for the offense to my aesthetics. I never even thought about, or experienced it, until we moved to Georgia. None of the other places I've lived have this many pine trees, I suppose. To all of you who do suffer, obviously do not come to see me, and I hope you make it through the season okay.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-91086101994289339932024-03-20T20:54:00.002-04:002024-03-20T20:54:14.001-04:00(K)2 2.0<p style="text-align: center;">Tried to find this picture for yesterday's post, but was unsuccessful. So, today, here are the two Ks.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT1VCWdPfmrAorHQMLvzcOYNfOnFecvYfL0OHBub8hQ2faQH6UPbmzzRRxuoOJAb-WCXk-L_5BAqIzzhcQQb-RM_iCXZkhs4fQPdkOHlMpfkYgMPWzKe6SiJoUMGoK9olMGmwcOvsuOX4/s1600/75310360_537897810327072_4873470455576526848_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="406" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT1VCWdPfmrAorHQMLvzcOYNfOnFecvYfL0OHBub8hQ2faQH6UPbmzzRRxuoOJAb-WCXk-L_5BAqIzzhcQQb-RM_iCXZkhs4fQPdkOHlMpfkYgMPWzKe6SiJoUMGoK9olMGmwcOvsuOX4/s320/75310360_537897810327072_4873470455576526848_n.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Frankly, it's not a bad picture of either of us.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's been a quiet day here. Yesterday was an appointment with my psychiatrist, and a few little shopping and pick-up stops. Don't you hate it when things you need are only at one place, and you have to start and stop and park and walk and wait in lines?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The doctor suggested another medication adjustment. I have been truly despondent for weeks and weeks. Nothing is right, nothing is happy, nothing is hopeful</div><div style="text-align: center;"> We'll see if this tweak makes any difference at all.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">🤞</div>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-56360731083571290052024-03-19T21:54:00.001-04:002024-03-19T21:54:36.692-04:00(K)2<p style="text-align: center;">Apparently, <a href="https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.nbcnews.com/news/amp/rcna143586&ved=2ahUKEwixx4KF24GFAxUZ8MkDHY1iBBAQFnoECBYQBQ&usg=AOvVaw2_yL_RXa7M-2EWdYXKPYP0">some parents have taken their children up Mt. Everest,</a> and, unsurprisingly, are being criticized there for. Honestly, is there ANYTHING one can say or do these days without catching heat?</p><p style="text-align: center;">I digress.</p><p style="text-align: center;">And that's not the K2 at issue here.</p><p style="text-align: center;">My completed Tiny Needle project:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiq_A449wzG-gGKVxdxnwT3z_75y9pazfeyWVVIXeznMVNzLrrvgQWod6cg8TfI0Z7CpsfJyRjFD0sa4kWd7Lu2LZKr1FlYvDMMxw6rd0mVuxHoZv12AToEmRomnb4cvSuwGxVhvfs7_f4KiiI4oiVpLBF5V17wQCIbbgiAJsEUBO1zdM6gqaxb8KT7Qo/s969/20240318_183350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="969" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiq_A449wzG-gGKVxdxnwT3z_75y9pazfeyWVVIXeznMVNzLrrvgQWod6cg8TfI0Z7CpsfJyRjFD0sa4kWd7Lu2LZKr1FlYvDMMxw6rd0mVuxHoZv12AToEmRomnb4cvSuwGxVhvfs7_f4KiiI4oiVpLBF5V17wQCIbbgiAJsEUBO1zdM6gqaxb8KT7Qo/s320/20240318_183350.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">This pattern was snapped up because of Hannah's dear, darling Sphynx. So the "K" here is not for Kim, but for Klunk.</p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-85731376980934079672024-03-16T19:03:00.000-04:002024-03-16T19:03:05.340-04:0048<p style="text-align: center;">If you've ever rented a movie on Amazon Prime, you know you have 48 hours in which to watch it. (By the way, why do we "watch" things on TV --- or a TV screen --- and "see" movies in theaters?)</p><p style="text-align: center;">I digress.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Last night, I rented and watched "American Fiction." </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqIhv0ZHOnwVLtVai7bseICRab3FCe_OHMuAImdJjcv4_jCCuzVPARntNNe6WGB5w_T-J9AUay7zM2BitToybzzCOuCKFXPS0pcQs9QheIyGOv1WdnWYf0kiLZTZYz5Jj4zw0aIVwNpIuuTyUXEB3Yb1FTUhUG2lHwr5bPwn5l5oZsONN4Vl6fgrxqlws/s474/OIF.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="355" data-original-width="474" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqIhv0ZHOnwVLtVai7bseICRab3FCe_OHMuAImdJjcv4_jCCuzVPARntNNe6WGB5w_T-J9AUay7zM2BitToybzzCOuCKFXPS0pcQs9QheIyGOv1WdnWYf0kiLZTZYz5Jj4zw0aIVwNpIuuTyUXEB3Yb1FTUhUG2lHwr5bPwn5l5oZsONN4Vl6fgrxqlws/s320/OIF.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">That gives me an opportunity to watch it tonight and again tomorrow. That's how much I enjoyed it. With Jeffrey Wright and Sterling K. Brown, and a wonderful supporting cast, how can you go wrong?</p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-30175543519673723252024-03-13T23:09:00.004-04:002024-03-13T23:09:32.455-04:0011:09<p style="text-align: center;"> It was Election Day here yesterday. My voting spot is the elementary school that Briton and Hannah went to. A couple of years ago, it was almost fully torn down and rebuilt, save for what we knew as the fifth grade hall, and the gym. The gym is where the voting machines are, and it hasn't changed a whit. It's where a 3rd grade Briton, dressed as C3PO, first took to a stage in a skit that was about time, I think? Anyway, it's nice to go back and remember.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Sticking with non-fiction, reading-wise.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTwKtJSz5RTELdF-HGhTMEfXKCsf6RJwmvqbHZdVGGmv_UxZu3hXv5gcmv0LrFJBm94tajwtUa2b-Wup0zNj5yneCnaKPD-ros0EMWXTtsEJoJE0X3wQMWqNI_hPrE9HIvXA3pi0zQrQEMjVfCPfRB53QYUjiE3IXpnGl2DCX15JJZQgatw73EdIJG4LI/s211/20240313_230538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="211" data-original-width="150" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTwKtJSz5RTELdF-HGhTMEfXKCsf6RJwmvqbHZdVGGmv_UxZu3hXv5gcmv0LrFJBm94tajwtUa2b-Wup0zNj5yneCnaKPD-ros0EMWXTtsEJoJE0X3wQMWqNI_hPrE9HIvXA3pi0zQrQEMjVfCPfRB53QYUjiE3IXpnGl2DCX15JJZQgatw73EdIJG4LI/s1600/20240313_230538.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Not a surprise, I know. Not quite a biography, but I realize that it's biography-adjacent.</p><p style="text-align: center;">What's the over/under on how many books until I get to a novel?</p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-67144811294234715332024-03-12T19:55:00.000-04:002024-03-12T19:55:15.286-04:0014 - 26<p style="text-align: center;">14. <u>Did I Ever Tell You This? </u>by Sam Neill. (As charming as you'd expect, if you're a fan of Mr. Neill. Which, of course, I am.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">15. <u>Confessions of an Actor </u>by Laurence Olivier. (By many accounts, Olivier could be a prig, but he could also be funny and disarming.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">16. <u>Gregory Peck </u>by Gary Fishgall. (Sometimes, I feel like I should stick to autobiographies. Biographies often lack "something.")</p><p style="text-align: center;">17. <u>Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake </u>by Anna Quindlen. (She's such a delightful writer. For instance, she says our bodies are basically personality-delivery systems.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">18. <u>I Never Had It Made </u>by Jackie Robinson (There's a huge difference between what we know from the outside and what he felt living it.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">19. <u>My Extraordinary Ordinary Life </u>by Sissy Spacek. (When reading this, you realize her life has been kind of "normal." Except, you know, for winning an Oscar.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">20. <u>Rough Draft </u>by Katy Tur. (Some of her story I read in <u>Unbelievable </u>, but there's greater depth here.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">21. <u>Hands of My Father </u>by Myron Uhlberg. (A hearing child of deaf parents, and the day-to-day difficulties of both.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">22. <u>Her Little Majesty </u>by Carroll Erickson. (Maybe my favorite of all these? Queen Victoria is a fascinating figure.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">23. <u>Educated </u>by Tara Westover. (Again, the social psychologist in me was engrossed while the plain ol' person was enraged.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">24. <u>The Autobiography of Malcolm X.</u> (I didn't read this as a companion to MLK's, but they are ripe for compare-and-contrast. Compelling.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">25. <u>The Lost Garden </u>by Laurence Yep. (Beautifully written. Yep felt the pull of two cultures growing up, and used both to create his novels.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">26. <u>Black Friend </u>by Ziwe. (Funny, but so serious. Why do we treat one another like this? And when will we stop?)</p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-26144570126897058382024-03-12T13:03:00.003-04:002024-03-12T13:03:38.934-04:001 - 13<p style="text-align: center;">1. <u>The Alphabet in My Hands </u> by Marjorie Agosin. (She spent some of her teen years here in Athens.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">2. <u>Barkley </u> by Timothy Bella. (Not as good as it could have been, considering how entertaining Charles Barkley is.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">3. <u>Shattered Love </u> by Richard Chamberlain. (Are any of you watching the new "Shogun"?)</p><p style="text-align: center;">4. <u>Deaf Utopia </u> by Nyle DiMarco. (Apparently, he was a " Dancing with the Stars" contestant.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">5. <u>The Hilliker Curse </u>by James Elroy. (Probably my least favorite of all 26. Interesting premise --- the roots of his relationships with women* --- but, no.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">6. <u>In Pieces </u>by Sally Field. (I like Sally Field**, but this was a bit content-shallow.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">7. <u>My Story </u> by Ava Gardner. (I also read <u>Ava Gardner: The Private Conversations </u>, and slightly preferred the first.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">8. <u>There is Nothing for You Here </u> by Fiona Hill. (I was so impressed with her testimony before Congress, and continue to be impressed on reading her story.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">9. <u>Ishi in Two Worlds </u> by Theodora Kroeber. (I talked about it when I was reading it. I'd still teach out of it if I could.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">10. <u>Vernon Can Read! </u> by Vernon Jordan. (Again, a little disappointing, but the stories of his youth were particularly good.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">11. <u>The Autobiography of Martin Luther King, Jr.</u> (If nothing else, read it for his account of the "Letter from the Birmingham Jail.")</p><p style="text-align: center;">12. <u>A History of Scars </u>by Laura Lee. (You know those books that so many people " could just die for," but you wouldn't? This is one.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">13. <u>One of the Fortunate Few </u>by Diana Hendricks. (I love, love Delbert McClinton's music, and this gave me good insights on it, start to present.)</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*Again, social psychologist here.</p><p style="text-align: center;">**I really like her!</p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-21592253192977493922024-03-11T17:19:00.002-04:002024-03-11T18:58:27.128-04:0026!<p style="text-align: center;"> I've finished my Alphabet Autobiography/Biography journey! I'll provide a partial list tomorrow.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-49795131487192702032024-03-10T13:35:00.003-04:002024-03-10T13:35:58.943-04:0040<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsCyNsMRiLmsZRU8ina_UbECsx_QwtY7FtoWiGQZdk2K8u6jQ5iqcT1_T_mlDgTEw3wZ62tD1poDSBHhjamLPEHrf-rUDFcRA_tV7AfGXz7eo2bEaeDHjna83dukR9vX0BbBlGfvhMImsFW_p-fr_nhxzHogCfLlohR2XPuxXGN_LmQizvFbkZ72UJcs/s2796/20240310_133419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1240" data-original-width="2796" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsCyNsMRiLmsZRU8ina_UbECsx_QwtY7FtoWiGQZdk2K8u6jQ5iqcT1_T_mlDgTEw3wZ62tD1poDSBHhjamLPEHrf-rUDFcRA_tV7AfGXz7eo2bEaeDHjna83dukR9vX0BbBlGfvhMImsFW_p-fr_nhxzHogCfLlohR2XPuxXGN_LmQizvFbkZ72UJcs/s320/20240310_133419.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-90181361436170795032024-03-09T22:29:00.002-05:002024-03-09T22:29:58.616-05:001<p style="text-align: center;">I'm sure we can all agree that there's really only one Girl Scout Cookie. Let's all say it together: 1, 2, 3</p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">Tagalongs</i>.</p><p style="text-align: center;">(Thin Mints people, there is catch-your-breath seating in the back.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">I live within 5 minutes of several big box stores (Kroger, Lowe's, Walmart), meaning I live within 5 minutes of prime places for troops to set up their selling tables. My order is always easy, depending upon how many Tagalongs boxes they have on hand. Now, I can eat a Trefoil, and the kind of new toffee ones are delicious, but, come on. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPoYOVnb94Hv5qw6xPYHFnRU-Bfy_QYMb63A_Qp42pQLO2Ps6_1x17ULL-cxCevVskx5fYWFwhCLaiAqoBJXLHWT9c8crGSkRl919PImwovvw5Dx8Kigln1PFXaQ1ki1F4Nb10rNiq2x55eKKJ5507tWtaW47oRQq0hOgzw1m5kkvIW_DGn1PVuzY4mo/s586/20240309_222743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="586" data-original-width="527" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPoYOVnb94Hv5qw6xPYHFnRU-Bfy_QYMb63A_Qp42pQLO2Ps6_1x17ULL-cxCevVskx5fYWFwhCLaiAqoBJXLHWT9c8crGSkRl919PImwovvw5Dx8Kigln1PFXaQ1ki1F4Nb10rNiq2x55eKKJ5507tWtaW47oRQq0hOgzw1m5kkvIW_DGn1PVuzY4mo/s320/20240309_222743.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Yes, I could probably eat an entire box.</p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-1313316398743836632024-03-08T19:27:00.001-05:002024-03-08T19:27:19.172-05:00One<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today, I feel like one more sneeze or one more blow of my nose will plunge me headlong into a cold. Keeping the ColdCalm close at hand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hannah likes seaweed and other Asian foods, drinks and snacks, so I put together a snack box for her for Christmas. Doing so, of course, fit me into every Asian food business algorithm online. Today, one popped up that led to me click through to the site, and scrolling through the site brought me to these:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBAEwtqPXjJXhsr97rvj5Mb_HD8bYc1f0C4vekDPlA7nFZeSDmcx2-HqSCIUuEuIofzRWHQHbrJeZa7GzMhPZjeyfm3oYdr6d1IkC1as8ZDjHTxms-2WFqNvj4Nd-0FcKZF2NyDc5btsV3fLlh8c-XATSXZTs7bGAEutnnstKCMKO-Swfh28qktH6OYQ/s1057/20240308_182643.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="930" data-original-width="1057" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBAEwtqPXjJXhsr97rvj5Mb_HD8bYc1f0C4vekDPlA7nFZeSDmcx2-HqSCIUuEuIofzRWHQHbrJeZa7GzMhPZjeyfm3oYdr6d1IkC1as8ZDjHTxms-2WFqNvj4Nd-0FcKZF2NyDc5btsV3fLlh8c-XATSXZTs7bGAEutnnstKCMKO-Swfh28qktH6OYQ/s320/20240308_182643.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now, look, I don't begrudge almost anyone's food choices. In fact, the chicken feet took me back to my paternal grandmother, as that was her favorite part of the chicken. (Though it's <u>extremely </u> unlikely she made hers with a hot & sour lemon braise.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No, it's the duck tongue that caught my eye. My first thought was that a duck tongue couldn't possibly be very filling. While contemplating that, I looked more closely at the package's graphics. Again, if you or anyone in your life circle enjoys duck tongue, this is not a slam on you or them. For me, though, that's a hard, hard no. It just looks, well, icky. And if you think maybe you should look up actual pictures of actual edible duck tongues, to see if the package is accurate, don't. And it is.</div><p></p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-26162062430533802692024-03-07T22:38:00.000-05:002024-03-07T22:38:40.288-05:00Threes<p style="text-align: center;">It's going to be size 3 circulars for my sparkly <a href="http://www.ravelry.com ">Sockhead Cowl</a>. I knit tightly, but going up to 4s seems too much. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Just kind of a day here. Groceries, a couple of other errands. I started my "Z" book: <u>Black</u> <u>Friend</u> by Ziwe. "Y" was <u>The</u> <u>Lost</u> <u>Garden</u> by Laurence Yep. It was so delightful, so wonderfully written. Yep has written several YA books, and goes into the bases for them in his memoir.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Oscar watching with Briton Sunday night. He loves award shows, and since he doesn't have network TV, he comes here for them. We get Zaxby's takeout, make catty Red Carpet comments, and take it from there.</p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-17423312790352338072024-03-05T13:48:00.001-05:002024-03-05T13:49:11.132-05:002<p style="text-align: center;">Two months. I go back to the oral surgeon in two months for an x-ray. Don't know if the replacement abutment will go in then or after another while. A year without this tooth.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>AAAARRRRGGGHHH.</b></p><p style="text-align: center;">How about a little Christmas to lift the mood? And hey --- it's Tiny Needle Tuesday!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBeAN2cEa7w9o9tBwKfJxFCNkKKO7_AK8eTZ59rlVyoRjrRQAvIzRVh0DNdO6Yl5QIy2kZC9ZFBSrqsBfC-lrMkHNeICG92Kq4fpRvcZ4NPtzOm5ku5FThFeVPftQRLtGs17Qr9i19Wm3s2KZWtJF81yDGe1MOg0855jB6Ik7An4xhbtvNw4SANLBttFM/s2593/20240305_133945.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2593" data-original-width="1885" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBeAN2cEa7w9o9tBwKfJxFCNkKKO7_AK8eTZ59rlVyoRjrRQAvIzRVh0DNdO6Yl5QIy2kZC9ZFBSrqsBfC-lrMkHNeICG92Kq4fpRvcZ4NPtzOm5ku5FThFeVPftQRLtGs17Qr9i19Wm3s2KZWtJF81yDGe1MOg0855jB6Ik7An4xhbtvNw4SANLBttFM/s320/20240305_133945.jpg" width="233" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's kind of busy, but the colors really came together, don't you think?</div></div>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-12314556809443661542024-03-04T20:24:00.000-05:002024-03-04T20:24:16.214-05:002? 3?<p style="text-align: center;">I found a cowl pattern for my Paint Horse yarn, and it calls for size 2 1/2 needles. Should I go down to the 2 or up to the 3? I'm leaning toward the 3s, but would appreciate your input.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Twinnie asked about my winding: I open up the hank and put it around my knees. I have to shift it a lot so my legs don't cramp up, and occasionally have to carefully lift it off if, say, Tap needs to go out. It usually works out fine.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Back to the oral surgeon in the morning, presumably for just a quick check on how the gum is healing. Then, I suppose, setting an appointment for the RE-placement of the abutment. Oy.</p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-86796989862063455882024-03-03T22:21:00.000-05:002024-03-03T22:21:18.922-05:00437<p style="text-align: center;">437 yards in this sparkly <a href="http://www.mountaintopyarn.com">Mountaintop Yarn</a> yarn in "Paint Horse," and I am winding it by hand.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhosv-wqUbXEggX62P4MDSWyXRQMippcq29xAMH09k2_r2Bxn89yBL4gdEP11tcurji7XG2usqsb02ZeBVUF6g2Vl5WzqevPwvIyyLizN5hy-YKz_H5nph_JaMJbhyphenhyphenlnfRDDjOGmUXHh9juHzlRrC9kGs_HNexTXZgeb7c7O-U51AwFOZkHXe3Re5IB-aY/s3534/20240303_214641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1926" data-original-width="3534" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhosv-wqUbXEggX62P4MDSWyXRQMippcq29xAMH09k2_r2Bxn89yBL4gdEP11tcurji7XG2usqsb02ZeBVUF6g2Vl5WzqevPwvIyyLizN5hy-YKz_H5nph_JaMJbhyphenhyphenlnfRDDjOGmUXHh9juHzlRrC9kGs_HNexTXZgeb7c7O-U51AwFOZkHXe3Re5IB-aY/s320/20240303_214641.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Yes, I have a yarn winder. This, though, is sorta kinda ingrained in me from growing up with a knitting mother. She certainly didn't have a yarn winder, so I'd sit with her yarn around both wrists while she wound. It's part of the process for me.</p><p style="text-align: center;">By the way, the yarn really <u>is</u> sparkly; the camera's just not picking it up.</p><p style="text-align: center;">By way of reference, this is a paint:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoyspw-V-DhYtYgdr8BDr9mmjiJluDzvKDehLzDWLeFM2aw1pMjUfyZci0V82XzxrG0KjmC465kDP_geP_cfjADNMBEznvCpOMqvS83R01YdhAK03-rE33MsiFJN9p9nIVn1EiTfIi3HyGJzEvCSlI9TDsb3MP8pJ5z2bZL5SJ9WMVxp81hyphenhyphenRFheBXVI/s794/il_794xN.5650389565_rc3i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="794" data-original-width="794" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoyspw-V-DhYtYgdr8BDr9mmjiJluDzvKDehLzDWLeFM2aw1pMjUfyZci0V82XzxrG0KjmC465kDP_geP_cfjADNMBEznvCpOMqvS83R01YdhAK03-rE33MsiFJN9p9nIVn1EiTfIi3HyGJzEvCSlI9TDsb3MP8pJ5z2bZL5SJ9WMVxp81hyphenhyphenRFheBXVI/s320/il_794xN.5650389565_rc3i.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-48315493258052857172024-03-01T21:06:00.004-05:002024-03-01T21:06:48.446-05:00#1<p style="text-align: center;">In my continuing search for <i>something </i>that will ease my headache agony, I have bought what the package presents as basically a Mardi Gras mask:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4d-avJfxnksCw1kguzHKOlfSL5dfCSGjSEtfdsUeueS7t5TiX2IBTTl7Wf0Uwndia1vJqXR3085zL3AmcKLjyf4Yv65Mq4JYT0e4kxoGGppWIiISYig3rxtGp-WrAdJZFHHxECdQoPamjCbDCyUymXlMHEnyw2vp1PeuEBYGLPKZsRhvJYirs9Zf1gOY/s2407/20240301_203220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1830" data-original-width="2407" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4d-avJfxnksCw1kguzHKOlfSL5dfCSGjSEtfdsUeueS7t5TiX2IBTTl7Wf0Uwndia1vJqXR3085zL3AmcKLjyf4Yv65Mq4JYT0e4kxoGGppWIiISYig3rxtGp-WrAdJZFHHxECdQoPamjCbDCyUymXlMHEnyw2vp1PeuEBYGLPKZsRhvJYirs9Zf1gOY/s320/20240301_203220.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But, dear readers, don't linger on that. Please turn your attention to the rules for the mask:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8-QYGfj9EZmucL5oZj0l0XIy5S1LPRIX_nhI3xNQdbp11sqQzZZnOib63X54r0SX5o0GQo8K3qryRXXXwdSBcdMxbb4_kDwggfx2F51VDUyYgD8jZ9B7cGtdXP2bMI8CZEUV90mFPnFUpyxspUJHGJfYDrRdfg8Fqhu2xL0WnYI9EKiBn2goERBlRoGQ/s3829/20240301_203141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1371" data-original-width="3829" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8-QYGfj9EZmucL5oZj0l0XIy5S1LPRIX_nhI3xNQdbp11sqQzZZnOib63X54r0SX5o0GQo8K3qryRXXXwdSBcdMxbb4_kDwggfx2F51VDUyYgD8jZ9B7cGtdXP2bMI8CZEUV90mFPnFUpyxspUJHGJfYDrRdfg8Fqhu2xL0WnYI9EKiBn2goERBlRoGQ/s320/20240301_203141.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now, rule #2 makes you wonder what else this mask could be used for (the mind reels), but #1 is the star: I never knew sanity was a requirement for sleeping. Driving makes a little more sense, but still. . . Sanity?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now, the manufacturer gives you a bit of an out by saying, "<i>Try</i> not to." The mask wearer has to put in an effort. Keep your sanity, people, and mask on the face only.</div>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-6974563090544243312024-02-29T19:39:00.004-05:002024-02-29T23:56:41.193-05:00Sixteen Fours<p style="text-align: center;">Today is Best Friend Ever Shari's birthday. Her real, actual birthday. See, she was born on February 29th. She only gets a true birthday every four years, so, Happy Sixteenth to you!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0df5H9_k0fBCCjAQ0h8Bdjcwytm7ojVRabYw6Z5fRGFuNyl9xf43EEfq61qvOKg6dXwQfG6wdTPflgAzCgaP5-Ws28Q5uNsoIlsJQxUdNDxairGgTL65mxY9sLk2uhD6Cc0vbMTCNYJlShDiMS6sJ8m7Hm01ycgY6cIHB-mvbNQHs7qZOgS5bly0274M/s961/20240229_170745.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="961" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0df5H9_k0fBCCjAQ0h8Bdjcwytm7ojVRabYw6Z5fRGFuNyl9xf43EEfq61qvOKg6dXwQfG6wdTPflgAzCgaP5-Ws28Q5uNsoIlsJQxUdNDxairGgTL65mxY9sLk2uhD6Cc0vbMTCNYJlShDiMS6sJ8m7Hm01ycgY6cIHB-mvbNQHs7qZOgS5bly0274M/s320/20240229_170745.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She called me on my birthday, and in the middle of us talking about our respective medication issues, I stopped and said, "Remember when we used to talk about the Hudson Brothers?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Since middle school. Love ya to death, Shari.</div>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-80938313139262173452024-02-28T17:47:00.001-05:002024-02-28T17:47:45.093-05:00Big Ooops<p style="text-align: center;"> Yesterday was TNT, wasn't it? This headache is impairing me in many ways.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Anyway, this is a piece I finished a few days ago. It is definitely a favorite. Maybe <u>the</u> favorite yet:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyCEN3BNJ81kWTvAWMH5u3Ei3gI0KlYUAB9IXXTAYhGka0LE4u6_ufA2wrBiB0EIaBIBZEDZvV-X6m7l6Nk3NroyAndEY9Lb1xHnPol-65tt0msmsUW4KXPs_hI1TevrcB6sVlx2_Zoc6iorv9rTAE3MCH2sxDrn1kK2gLn1ALTlpQzYmeoJrJWFkuSfw/s2057/20240227_192742.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2057" data-original-width="1960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyCEN3BNJ81kWTvAWMH5u3Ei3gI0KlYUAB9IXXTAYhGka0LE4u6_ufA2wrBiB0EIaBIBZEDZvV-X6m7l6Nk3NroyAndEY9Lb1xHnPol-65tt0msmsUW4KXPs_hI1TevrcB6sVlx2_Zoc6iorv9rTAE3MCH2sxDrn1kK2gLn1ALTlpQzYmeoJrJWFkuSfw/s320/20240227_192742.jpg" width="305" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">I really, really like this. There's a good deal of backstitching in the pines, though it doesn't show up very well. The moon is so lovely, and the ears are glorious.</p><p style="text-align: center;">This has a "companion piece," for which I don't care very much.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbyWBDWSb4C25toz461_UMMBS1MvpOVM-6ZJXY-79pIeq63LTjuVSqN9NZzBnAHMunz_-Qh4tCe0Bek3nS1ot05G30MTqItvjN9UMA303yry9vsPhGFgsRa0Rl7W4T0PFoMa8NtLLJ4htxi6vkaajr3UMqUK43KODBhdEhhJu_rTw9cEMZry4-rWWOvmA/s841/20240224_171357.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="841" data-original-width="801" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbyWBDWSb4C25toz461_UMMBS1MvpOVM-6ZJXY-79pIeq63LTjuVSqN9NZzBnAHMunz_-Qh4tCe0Bek3nS1ot05G30MTqItvjN9UMA303yry9vsPhGFgsRa0Rl7W4T0PFoMa8NtLLJ4htxi6vkaajr3UMqUK43KODBhdEhhJu_rTw9cEMZry4-rWWOvmA/s320/20240224_171357.jpg" width="305" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">It just doesn't hit me like the rabbit, though I like the houses more. Nothing personal, squirrel, or squirrel fans, I simply prefer the rabbit.</p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-15862969661785428122024-02-27T17:22:00.000-05:002024-02-27T17:22:21.056-05:00Going On<p style="text-align: center;">It has rained here today, and it is forecast to rain tomorrow, so, naturally, I got a <i>screamin</i>g headache yesterday. Suffice to say it continues.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kbshee.blogspot.com ">Twinnie</a> wondered about my not using the cat prints I posted yesterday. The truth is that I'm afraid I'll screw up any piece using them, so they stay unblemished.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I feel myself getting into a knit-a-pair-of-socks mood. Also maybe a hat. I'm working on a Most Basic scarf:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXlLK8BaM0vGMo54d1iveDmAuNbWnnnPEsycs_cbhz9BnY6KmjjdXFJn4rvkZHS_2kS90KTzv3TsNePhyphenhyphenOvoTVLUHdQ1ToawYTe0lMJUdbGmZn7aZouXmwZ_1cAGlm8AEuE1XHQfIr40UPUGhAtvl_oS-pbC2Sthq8o7Uav9INIbj-cA5mwRIWw7DadMQ/s2440/20240227_171722.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2440" data-original-width="1829" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXlLK8BaM0vGMo54d1iveDmAuNbWnnnPEsycs_cbhz9BnY6KmjjdXFJn4rvkZHS_2kS90KTzv3TsNePhyphenhyphenOvoTVLUHdQ1ToawYTe0lMJUdbGmZn7aZouXmwZ_1cAGlm8AEuE1XHQfIr40UPUGhAtvl_oS-pbC2Sthq8o7Uav9INIbj-cA5mwRIWw7DadMQ/s320/20240227_171722.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Have I ever mentioned that I love tweed yarn?</p><p style="text-align: center;">Cross-stitching wise, the Christmas piece is moving along.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbPFtGObZasEC_yZKgB_ox3rfIhtH1SpmXLjHWLJeCyz8ABpcMOW7xbO1DQLbvFFQfejr2zozgheplE3rtUgVLUngK5e9P-p8kf9bWkoFtmutpp3DV268O0IlpY-b_8QDa6_DNUvrRJ8ZTz8Owj_7gIja57wGMb-ieggXahV3mOPmrjActuc_DX-7Ah0/s2615/20240227_170649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2615" data-original-width="1884" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbPFtGObZasEC_yZKgB_ox3rfIhtH1SpmXLjHWLJeCyz8ABpcMOW7xbO1DQLbvFFQfejr2zozgheplE3rtUgVLUngK5e9P-p8kf9bWkoFtmutpp3DV268O0IlpY-b_8QDa6_DNUvrRJ8ZTz8Owj_7gIja57wGMb-ieggXahV3mOPmrjActuc_DX-7Ah0/s320/20240227_170649.jpg" width="231" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Yes, the reindeer has green antlers. Don't question the designer's choices.</p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-5966240432879714372024-02-25T21:48:00.002-05:002024-02-25T21:48:49.917-05:00Thinning Out<p style="text-align: center;">I'm beginning to dip my toe back into collaging by, strangely, thinning out my supplies. In doing so, I came across this:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOzWpUUN6SpPRM9F7ykiZHUqXDVWZZXPy0JbkXxfE0cAK_aahKI-1PEtkwJZH2wkyJRIH1D2F6sJJ0uXlC5NviuwfN8b8GBYx6Te9aEGLu-wCw67NckSNN-YQewmKf4WXBd67xAuqjIkxQJg_c6Int-oq8szejs3VN6JaM-TRKeX1I3qbh-PBH7icn4Q/s1569/20240225_213953.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1037" data-original-width="1569" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOzWpUUN6SpPRM9F7ykiZHUqXDVWZZXPy0JbkXxfE0cAK_aahKI-1PEtkwJZH2wkyJRIH1D2F6sJJ0uXlC5NviuwfN8b8GBYx6Te9aEGLu-wCw67NckSNN-YQewmKf4WXBd67xAuqjIkxQJg_c6Int-oq8szejs3VN6JaM-TRKeX1I3qbh-PBH7icn4Q/s320/20240225_213953.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Now, I know I'll probably never use them in a project, but you know why I can't let them go.</p><p style="text-align: center;">I'm not a fan of the word "chonky," but our friend with the sock there certainly is. </p>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756649601955940401.post-83786277744282344312024-02-24T19:39:00.001-05:002024-02-25T02:09:32.662-05:00Guess What?<p style="text-align: center;">More Christmas cross-stitch from your girl!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTM5anV7RKr3A-ncRFDBVXbOxeCV9jZ7CYn4L183Wvnp680h-2Re8oVkzc6BommhdX8gQu9L3uhf-xoTmxNbIumA4Tv_8Rd2hD0Ow_ra8c_Ag185r83ghTgy5oXKhgJcZfkP3AVAZLn0cMu7RpASl6zUqRIFUCzpRzyVBiZxigdNfbZKVP7ef4KlF-hE/s2195/20240224_171216.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2195" data-original-width="1956" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTM5anV7RKr3A-ncRFDBVXbOxeCV9jZ7CYn4L183Wvnp680h-2Re8oVkzc6BommhdX8gQu9L3uhf-xoTmxNbIumA4Tv_8Rd2hD0Ow_ra8c_Ag185r83ghTgy5oXKhgJcZfkP3AVAZLn0cMu7RpASl6zUqRIFUCzpRzyVBiZxigdNfbZKVP7ef4KlF-hE/s320/20240224_171216.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm guessing this fever will break about May. Or whenever the kits run out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just kind of a weekend here. I've been trying to watch Oscar-nominated films, documentaries and shorts, so I'll be semi-informed on the night of the awards. I've gone through all the ones I'm A) interested in and B) are available for free. I enjoyed "The Last Repair Shop." The Los Angeles school district has a program to provide free musical instruments to public school students, and the film is about the people who repair them. More goes on, of course, but I won't spoil it. I also recommend "The Holdovers" and "Society of the Snow." "20 Days in Mariupol" may be essential to watch, but it is brutal. Steel yourself if you want to see it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Still working through Malcolm X's autobiography. Twinnie asked if I'll provide a list of all the books. The answer is yes, once the alphabet is done. Watch this space.</div>KSDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01833804154146003809noreply@blogger.com0