“All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster’s autobiography.”
WHEREVER YOU GO, YOU ARE THERE!
Sounds like Yogi Berra to me...
Also on the book subject, I have one more page due in the Collaborative project, but it's got me stymied without my printer and scanner working! (More on the to-do columns!) I must get in touch with my final woman to get a bit of an extension so perhaps I can get it done this week. TY is hitting the airport this morning so he will be around to share some of the house duties because frankly as much as I love being alone, dealing with day to day matters is overwhelming at times. I think I am just fed up with a sick dog and cleanup, not really eating correctly, and the 6 AM wake-up calls all week to get things in order for appointments, class, and just making sure I walk out the door with a face washed. I am looking forward to getting back on schedule.
And not staying up watching Netflix too late! I did manage to finish off the cotton yarn tee shirt but I sure wish it was lighter weight. I have been blocking it, got tired of that after two full days so threw it in the dryer on full cycle and it's STILL damp. At least it didn't shrink, though it might have been OK. Anyway, third try was a charm. This one I didn't use a pattern, just kept measuring myself to see how long it had to be, how wide, where to start sleeve hole and where to bind off for neck. I like the way it fits, loose and boxy, but that's really the function of this cotton yarn. I want to make another one with lighter weight stuff I bought recently- many more stitches on finer needles, but it's pretty stuff with a bit of metallic thread so will not be as boring as a plain knit on a plain yarn. The new one has lots of rayon so it will be drapier. But I won't start that for awhile.
MEANWHILE I HVE SOME PICTURS TO TAKE, A HUSBAND ALMOST AT THE AIRPORT, DOGS WHO NEED ANOTHER PASS AT THEIR FAVORITE BUSH, AND COFFEE TO FORTIFY ME FOR THE DAY!
bet you thought I'd never get here
Plant care comes in many forms. For some of us it’s enough to keep a few potted plants hanging on for dear life on a windowsill, while others indulge in the joy of pushing lawnmower around every few weeks, or maybe even keeping a garden. But John Brooker of Norfolk had a horticultural vision unlike the rest of us. For the past 13 years he’s hacked and trimmed and molded the 150ft-long (45.7m) hedge outside his Frizzleton Farm property into a massive dragon complete with flowing tail and wings.
basketball, what else?
One more announcement: I noticed I have several hundred squirrels in my files so I probably won't be blog-retired for a long time.