If It’s Fall

There will be Beef and Black Bean Soup

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and naps under cozy quilts.

MaddyQuilt

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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Collarbone Connected to the. . .

. . . kitten?

Clavicle

It seems to be her favorite spot.

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Save for the occasional lap.

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Eyes

Been so long since I did a non-Hunk entry, not quite sure the memory is there. . .  I’ll segueway.

Did you see the premiere Monday night?  Sublime.  SUB.  BLIME.  I was sobbing at the end.  And, how magnificent an actor is Andre Braugher.  If you didn’t watch, you don’t know.

HoodieEyes

Both Hannah and Madeleine continue to grow.  And have beautiful eyes.  Maddy had a vet appointment this afternoon — she’s up to 2.88 pounds.

School resumes on Monday.  I teach Monday through Thursday, Hannah has classes Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.  We jimmied things around so that we can be there together most of the time.  I think she’s looking forward to it, but she hasn’t had to pay for her textbooks yet.  That generally puts people off the college experience.

Bought my little canopy for the Festival this morning.  I have to practice setting it up just on principle, but also need to see how much space I have and what means of displaying are available.  Other than that, knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting.

We haven’t been impacted by all the flooding, though it has rained and rained and rained here.  One of Hannah’s friends hasn’t been to school this week because her county system is closed.  It’s a true mess north and west of Atlanta.

Have you seen the new KnitPicks catalog?  What is with all the kits?  Nice idea and all, and very good prices, but, where did this sudden rush come from?  I do like the Knitting Bag one, though.  May have to look into that once the paychecks start coming back in.

Honestly?

THREE HUNDRED-plus votes yesterday?  Really?  Some of you were making use of every available computer, methinks. . .  There are 6 nominators left in the competition;  we’ll have to have a tie-breaker no matter what.  Stay tuned!

I thought Mike Rowe would make it all the way this year.  He has some dedicated fans out there, I’ve discovered.  Also thought PDemp was going to breeze in;  it looked like he had some serious momentum.  Shows what I know. . .  You get your chance to vote for the other finalist Monday.

The last 3 things I have knit for the Festival (which is four weeks from today — yikes!), I want to keep for myself.  Is that wrong?  A pair of footies, a hat and a neckwarmer.  I’ve got tags on everything else, but  pricing is killing me.  I haven’t the foggiest notion how much to charge for any of this stuff.  Got a catalog yesterday that was selling a stockinette hat (just a simple pull-on) out of not-that-exotic-type yarn for $48.  Are you kidding me??  It did have a knit flower tacked on it, but still . . .

Remember when Esme was a tiny little thing?  Look now!  (She’s on the left.)  She and Madeleine have become great playmates.  Esme is the only one of our cats still near kittenhood enough not to find chase demeaning.

LittleOnes

Lily, by the way, does not like Maddy at all.

Portraiture

Which I simply cannot understand.

Erin was trailing Esme and Madeleine in the previous picture, no doubt on her way to a typical Saturday on my bed:

Saturday

Friday, The End of the Month

First:

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Emily wonders if Walter uses  “I was a Power Ranger” as a pick-up line.  I think saying you can salsa would be much more effective. . .

Second:

Briton has been cast in his next show.  Well, next 2 shows, to be precise.  He’ll be the Mayor in “Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog,” then, in a companion piece, he’ll be in “Vampire Lesbians of Sodom.” Yes, WBDean in drag.  But he is psyched;  working on his character.  He’s one of the two leads!  From what I can gather, it’s very funny, and I know the voice and gestures he’s going with are hysterical.  We’ll keep you posted.

Third:

Rambo and Esme are, it would seem, an e-couple.  As with most young people in love, they wish their meddling parents would back off, but their little paws are useless on the keyboards.  Turns out Rammie has a rough past, and Esme is intrigued by the whole “bad boy” persona.

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(Trying to will herself into a mailing box to go to him,  she exhausted herself.)

Fourth (you’re all welcome to look, but these are mainly for Marin ) :

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Never doubt me when I say I have a certain pair of boots.  I may lie about some things, but not my boots. . .

Fifth:

Hannah brought me some Japanese socks from the con.  They are supposed to protect me from demonry.  Which, no matter how you look at it, is pretty stinkin’ cool.

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A Letter to Rambo

Dear Rammie —

(You don’t mind my calling you “Rammie,” do  you?  I mean, look at that face!)

Your mommy apparently wishes the two of us to become some sort of  item.  So cute, your first tentative steps toward love being made by your mommy.

But, you see, that’s our problem.

Rammie, I am an older woman.  A cougar, if you will.  I’ve lived out in the world.  I’ve been hit by a car, for crying out loud!  You, adorable as you are, haven’t even begun to experience what life has to offer.  It’s charming, yes, disarming, even, but it doesn’t match up well to my sensibilities and tastes.

At least not yet.

Let time season you, my darling.  Maybe in 3 or 4 months — or when you’re neutered, whichever —- check back in with me.  I’ll be here.  Reading, contemplating birds, watching foreigh films.

And saving my heart for you.

Best,

The Aging   The Older

The More Mature (but Still Playful),

FeetTucked Esme

Sunday Nicely Spent

As if Melanie’s bestowal of the boot socks on me weren’t enough, Roxanne found my favorite childhood toy on eBay.  How, or why, anyone would pay that much for it staggers me.  But, it is good to see it again.

I also loved my TinkerToys.  The ones that were all wood.  None of this plastic nonsense. . .

Was up unspeakably early this morning to watch the last round of the British Open.  That, of course, took the rest of the day.  But, while it was on, I winnowed our old magazine collection considerably, went through and organized all our family photos, and worked on this scarf:

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Easy parallelograms in a bamboo blend yarn from Glampyre Knits:

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Jessie was nearby:

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Children across the room:

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Finished tonight:

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I’m now on to some small projects.  I’ve been invited to have a tent at an arts festival in October, with particular emphasis on baby things.  Better get to work on anything I can make in bulk between now and then. . .

Things

Things which amuse me:

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Things which delight me:

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Things I’m having to deal with:

Things that are helping me cope:

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Have a good weekend!

Overwhelmed

Thank you all SO much for your input on my business. . .  plan?  dream?  outline?  Your suggestions were remarkable.

There is an Athens Area Knitters Group on Ravelry that I suppose I should poll, as far as interest at all, and then suggestions for the most convenient location, etc.  I’m filling up a legal pad with ideas and possibilites — we’ll see how far I can take this!

Hannah had her Senior portraits made this afternoon.  How can my baby girl be a Senior?  They did the regulation black drape (more on that in a minute), then allowed her to dress/accessorize any way she wanted to personalize.  Of course, she wanted to pose with Rupert.

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Now, as has been oft-alluded-to here, Rupert isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer on a regular day.  But a portrait sitting?  He never has gotten the hang of looking at you when you say his name, so you can imagine how things went down.  Still, it was a tremendous amount of fun, and I’m already anxious to see the proofs next week.

My high school portrait was in a white lace drape/wrap.  All the girls wore white lace.  The guys wore whatever they chose (not the regulation false tuxedos Briton donned.)  I was telling the photographer about that this afternoon, and she seemed genuinely astonished.  Never known of any color but black, she said.  Which set me to thinking, and I realized, I’ve never seen anything but black myself.  Was my high school that revolutionary?

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