hand eye crafts

A couple more cars on the purple train started yesterday: My therapist gave me these today as a late birthday gift.  (We've been "together" so long that we joke we could switch chairs in the office and get just as much done.)  I don't know why that one rose stem bent on me.  Maybe as I tried to get everything in the vase?  At any rate, they're so pretty and so much appreciated. I got myself a new crock pot (or slow cooker these days, evidently) the other day.  It's a little guy, 'cause I'm sure not cooking for crowds anymore.  The one that I had to replace was a wedding gift, I think, so I can't complain about it lasting 40 years.  This is the new one: On the bottom of its carton was this: Ohhhhkay...  I'm well past reproducing, and please, Fates, let me be done with cancer.  The warning, though, is due to chemicals you might be exposed to.  It isn't clear where the chemicals are, though.  The paint?  The heating case?  Th...

Did y'all have to chew on these in elementary school? One of those days each year when routine went by the wayside?  If memory serves, they tasted awful, and chewing for as long as we were supposed to seemed impossible. Then we judged one another based on how many purple spots were on our teeth.  (We were SO cruel.) I'm kind of surprised they're still around.  We all got a new toothbrush at the end of the day.  Really, really out of the ordinary for us in the 60s. Some exciting news from tonight.  I polished my nails! First time since my fall.  The left hand dealt with my right hand easily, but the reverse was not true.  These two dang fingers are still making fine motor work tricky.  But I got it done.  Success!!

Today has felt like a sick day.  I've just sort of shlumped on the couch, no energy, listlessly scrolling through I did learn some things. For instance, pigeons can sit: It is true and clear that I over-anthropomorphize animals.  Looking at this, I "hear" the pigeon saying, "Nope.  Not in the mood for Central Park.  You can't make me, you can't make me." Still on avian topics: Cassowary eggs are bright green.  And big, it would seem.  The evolutionary purpose of green eggs* escapes me.  They can't be easily hidden.  Then again, cassowaries are considered the most dangerous birds, so maybe they aren't worried about predators. *So in the book title, are only the eggs green, or are the eggs and  the ham green?

Jesse Jackson gave a speech at Alabama when I was in grad school.   I think it was a campaign stop as he ran for president.  The room was packed;  I got there early enough to claim a chair.  The scene is crystal clear in my memory.  Jackson was bigger than I expected, in a lot of ways.  His speech was electrifying.  I don't remember the exact topics he covered, but I remember the hair on my arms standing up again and again.  He led the "I Am Somebody" chant.  One of the work-study students from the Sociology department was also there, and he and I walked back to ten Hoor Hall, talking about what we'd just seen.  I have a lot of memories from Tuscaloosa --- this is one of the clearest. Looking at this picture takes me back to how that building smelled, the department's office (oooh --- I had my own mail cubby!)  I can hear Don Muir whistling as he walked the hall where all the offices were.  Very good memories.

Am I right? This is where not having any place to be (a job, for instance) sometimes pays off.  I can't caulk or weatherstrip to keep stupid out, but my house can protect me from some of it.  As long as I don't watch too much television. I clear-cut a WHOLE lot of collage stuff last night.  Which means I don't really have a whole lot left to work on.  Knitting is still such a slow go.  Reading it is, therefore.  One novel ( The   Golem   and   The   Jinni),  and two non-fiction ( Code   Talker  and The   Horse   God   Built)

I like this so much, I'm sure I've shared it before. It's the picture on the left for me.  I'm imagining all the little bee grunts...