Style and Substance

STYLE:

For the second year, the man elected as Knitter’s Hunk has gone on to be named People magazine’s “Sexiest Man Alive.” Knitters as prophets, I say.  And, editorial board of People? Just check here next year.  Save yourself some hassle.

SUBSTANCE:

Got a call last night that Mama had been checked into the hospital directly from what was to have been a routine doctor’s visit.  I’ve talked to her twice, and even she doesn’t know exactly what’s going on.  She and I both suspect that the doctor is trying to explain her continued weight loss (84 pounds yesterday), but no one has told her that for sure.  I have a bag packed, and am stand-by to go, but until things get a little clearer, she doesn’t want me to make that drive.  Too, Hannah continues to be plagued by the Head/Chest Cold from HELL, and I have yet another doctor’s appointment tomorrow for a prescription adjustment.  If I didn’t need a stronger/better anti-depressant before, I sure as hell do now.

A Friday Off

While watching “The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean” Wednesday night (God, Ava Gardner was beautiful), took pictures of almost all the hats I’ve made.  Must now resize them to post on etsy.  Hope to use free time over the weekend to photograph and upload some more worked-all-those-weeks-for-nothing-then-couldn’t-even-make-it-to-the-festival things.

Hannah’s had the stomach/throwing up things the last couple of days.  Her best friend was just diagnosed with mono.  Lots of friends nearer and nearer to all three of us are down with the flu.  The germy circle is closing in around us.  Who will be next?  What will the symptoms be?

Watching a stunning, searing, brilliant piece called “God on Trial.”  From the BBC, about Auschwitz prisoners.  Quiet.  And something that will stay with me.

Saturday at The Chez

There is knitting going on here.  And stuffed toy making.  But mainly, we’re all being silly

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and lazy.

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Relative

My baby boy is now 21.

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And “21″ suddenly sounds much older than it used to.

That, taken with the whole my-baby-girl-is-in-college thing,

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has me realizing where I am on the ol’ age continuum. . .

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Both of my children have been voted “Most Individual” by their Senior classes.

There is no overstating how thrilled I am with that.

Oh, By the Way

Is it just me, or has this been a long week for everyone?

Hannah had her first college test this week.  It was in Medical Terminology, and she made a 98.

Proud mother much?

She and I are spending some very nice time together, with the commuting to and from campus.  That is an inestimable bonus to my current schedule.  But days do get away from me faster lately — maybe I’m still reeling from catching up on all that went undone last week.

A couple more photos of Briton for you, and I promise I’ll put this show to bed.

Before:

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After:

Makeup

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My little girl has a blog now.  If you’d like to say hi, you can go here.  The life and thoughts of a 17-year-old.  Not sure that even I will want to read every day.

And, from his wildly successful run in Vampire Lesbians of Sodom (sorry,  no photos from Dr. Horrible yet), my son:

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The wig is equal parts Taylor Swift and The Cowardly Lion, wouldn’t you say?

Collarbone Connected to the. . .

. . . kitten?

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It seems to be her favorite spot.

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Save for the occasional lap.

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How to Kill Time

While your daughter is at her three-hour Medical Terminology class, and you don’t want to drive all the way home (across town) and all the way back again for to pick her up.*

Go to the Adjunct Faculty “workroom” your employer has so graciously provided, and do your normal Web stuff, right?  Except, you don’t have your normal bookmarks, so you can’t look at all the things you would if you were at home.  With your comfortable shoes on.  And your contacts out.

But I did bring knitting.  And I do have to walk down to the bookstore and see if I can find a new gradebook.

But that is not gonna take me until 4:30.

*Tor Johnson reference.  After all this time with me, people, you still aren’t watching MST3K?

How Not to Start a Quarter

Hannah calls just as I’m readying to walk out the door this morning.  She’s been throwing up.  Have to rouse Briton to go get her.

Arrive at school, and there are NO parking spaces to be had.  Cars are on the grass, every Disabled spot is taken — wherever a car can fit, it has been left.  Students are up to 30 minutes late to class because they’ve been driving around looking for a place to put their car.

Hannah is now home, on the couch, with ginger ale, crackers and a fever.

School is over until tomorrow.

Over the weekend, I discovered who my remarkable Secret Pal  from this round was.  Package from Saturday:

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Could there be a more perfect bunch of gifts for me?  No.  Didn’t think so. Thank you!

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