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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Another Lovely Quiet Saturday in the Works

Written at Dark-Thirty
I went to bed early last night and woke up a few minutes before 3:00 this morning. The Maybe Not So Boring Black Boot Socks have heel shaping and are ready for their gussets. I just washed some dishes and am about ready for more knitting.

Those two scarves on eBay came and went before I could unscrew the inscrutable and bid on them. I got a polite and essentially useless response from tech support at eBay, saying that it was a PayPal issue, and a polite and possibly more useful response from PayPal. In the meantime, I have bid on a couple of vintage silk scarves, and we shall see how that goes.

I am just about in the mood to go play in my closet. [Well, I was at 6:30 this morning; the mood has passed.] I want to rearrange storage units in there, lay clothes out on the bed and try new color combinations, and divide up my accessories by color family. Shopping my closet is always more fun for me than shopping in stores or online, because I already know what suits me, and what fits. It’s then just a matter of “what do I want to wear today?” or “could I combine things differently?”

I also need to do laundry before it becomes critical, and check the tomatoes and basil, and I think take a nap sooner rather than later.

Have been reading the delightful book of essays that BestFriend sent me. Nice little noshes for the mind. And I am resisting the temptation to begin the Twilight series, though the girls have offered, because I know once I begin, nothing else will get done around here until I am finished.

Go take a look at Lene’s new scarf and felted hat. That scarf is from her handspun. And the pattern for it [Fiddlehead] is going into now in my queue on Ravelry.

Written Somewhat Later
I got that nap, after finishing the heel on the first sock and beginning the gusset decreases on the second one. Woke up just in time for dinner but went out to check on the garden first.



Something’s up with the tomato plants. I don’t know if it was all the rain last week, or if they really dislike being upside down.



Maybe it’s something in the garden soil mixture that I bought, dripping out on the leaves when I water and burning them? I have so much to learn before I can turn this backyard into a Garden of Eatin’.



The basil looks a wee bit happier with me. Does anybody know what those black spots are on the leaves? After snapping this picture, I got rid of the crepe myrtle blossoms that had blown into the bucket. I love crepe myrtles. I just don’t want any of them sprouting up in my basil.

I realized this morning that I didn’t need to make a trip to Town Talk. [Or anywhere else, really, except the laundromat, and it’s now late enough that I don’t want to go.] I have enough cheese and crackers to last for several weeks, for nights when it’s too hot to cook, or I’m not in the mood. I will only need to pick up fresh fruit every few days. And I’m out of ramen noodles and frozen spinach which, sorry, I much prefer to fresh.

Oh [non-sarcastic] goodie! I think I just heard a roll of thunder. I tried to get a picture of the trees dancing in the breeze that is sweeping ahead of the storm.



This is one of the porch pillars that will be rebuilt/replaced very soon.



And now if you all will excuse me, I'm going to take my knitting out on the porch and watch the show.

1 comment:

Jenni said...

I must be turning into an old person because my intense dislike of the rain is abating and I am starting to enjoy a good storm. Of course I would enjoy it more if I could stay home and in bed or curled up on the couch with my kid and our favorite movies instead of driving to go earn a living.