Stay Hopeful, Friends

 

Incoming

Mid-thunderstorm in Athens --- I keep getting ALERTS! on my phone about streets being flooded and seeking shelter IMMEDIATELY.  You should be aware and alert in bad weather, but the County Typist might need to take it down a notch.

I have been trying very hard to push through the discomfort in my fingers, making myself knit or color or cross-stitch daily.  It's only caused more discomfort, frankly.  Cross-stitching is the absolute worse.  Crocheting is extra uncomfortable.  Not craft-related, but putting earrings on is a flippin' nightmare.

One of the things I'm knitting is a garter stitch snood.  Does anyone else run into this problem: "Oh, it's only garter --- this will go by in a flash,"  then get soooooo bored with nothing but garter?  The same thing sometimes happens with stockinette, but not nearly as often.

Mine is black and grays.

Follow-Up

Like you do with any shock, you begin to settle down, and I guess that's where I am.  Then comes word that Tim Curry has also died.  We saw him on Broadway in "Spamalot," and he was delightful.  I've never been to a theater showing of "Rocky Horror," but my college roommate was a big fan, so I know a little bit.  We danced to "Time Warp" more than once in Monahan Hall.

One more little Dolly tidbit: she's going to be buried in the same cemetery where my parents are.  The same grounds, at least.  I think she'll be going into the mausoleum next to their plots.

This Can't Happen, Can It?

 Dolly shouldn't be allowed to die.

And Now for Something Ever So English

Clearly, they're at the same event, but Hugh's in full tuxedo, Ben in dress shirt and tie, Idris eschewing neckwear altogether.  Choices, I suppose.

This has not a thing to do with Englishness, but is still nice to look at.  New colored pencils all sharp and hopeful.

They don't have the aroma of crayons, but do have all the potential.

I made some egg bread today, and came across a baking term I'd never seen before.  The recipe called for me to "loosen" two eggs.  ?  I took it to mean "stir a little," or "beat slightly," but eggs out of their carton can claim to be loosed, right?  Letting them out of their shells, too.  I landed on running a fork through them a few times.  The loaf is still baking, so whether my assumption was correct is unclear.

As of this morning, I am down to two Abraham Lincoln books in my possession.  The only issue there is there is just enough room in the Lincoln Books Cabinet for one more.  Those books are squeezed in at all kinds of angles, taking up all the space I know how to empty (or fill.) It may wind up a rotation-type thing.  The shelving has been a delicate balance for a while;  I don't need the entryway to look like a library exploded.

 

Words

I've strongly self-identified as an Aquarius since I learned what an Aquarius is.  In all my years, I have never seen or heard Aquarians referred to as anything but that.  Until today.

AQUAS?

Why am I taking this as a personal affront?

Today's biggest plan was to give Tap a bath.  It got done, and he has been snoring up under my feet since.  It's exhausting to be bathed, apparently.

This is me looking down at his left hindquarter.   He's always very curly after his baths.  Twinnie called him "woolly" once, and you can see why.  

 

Clusteryuck

My head would not come off the pillow this morning.  My therapist appointment had to be cancelled.  I did finally summon the will to take a shower, with an "Ocean" shower steamer.  Currently, I'm on the couch with my head pressed firmly into its back.  In the past, a cluster headache would only last a day for me.  So much for precedent.