Archive for the ‘my pets’ Category
I’ve been grumpy for weeks now. And, well, it’s just not a good idea for me to blog when I’m like that.
After several bad choices, I believe we have finally been able to hang the bird feeder and suet where the squirrels can’t reach, but we can still fill them. Sweetums attached a bracket to the deck railing and put a long metal pipe through it. I can hang the feeder on the hook on the end of the pipe and then, push it out far enough that the squirrels can’t jump to it. (Here I am doing a happy dance. Would that I could with these knees.) There is one problem. It is almost impossible to get any pictures without disturbing the birds. But I have enjoyed watching a large variety of birds.
Flo likes to sit in the sink and ‘talk’ to them.
When you have five cats and a dog and its nineteen degrees outside, that’s what happens all day. At least Sweetums is getting some exercise. Me? I’m trying to hide. I haven’t recovered from my ophthalmologist appointment this morning. It took forever to get dressed. There was the silk long johns and the heavy socks and wool clogs and the turtleneck and the wool sweater and the pants. When it was time to go, there was the neck scarf and the coat and Angora Bohus hat and the Sanguhar gloves. Oh, yeah. Don’t forgot the knitting. At this point, a nap would have been nice. But I managed to make it out to van. And, you know what? It started right up. I love my metal box, even if it is sixteen. Maybe it’ll make it to twenty. On days like this, I think about when I lived in California. Then I remember all the heartache and how happy I am in Lower Slower Delaware.
I made apple cranberry walnut spice muffins with the last three apples. The smelled so good. And they tasted wonderful. My son inhaled three and took a bag home with him.
It makes me feel good. I don’t like Winter. It’s cold and dreary outside. In here, its bright and cheerful. Every morning, I get up and plug it in. It helps me make it through the day, especially when aches and pains are really getting me down. Sometimes, Olive tries to help by removing an ornament or two. She likes to sit on the little table and look at the lights. She also climbs in and pretends that she is a decoration. How could I take it down when she enjoys it so much?
I made these for a friend of mine. She’s a mail carrier and wears an old pair that she cut the fingertips off. I just couldn’t stand it anymore so I made her these. I love to make gloves. They don’t take long and every time I finish a finger, I feel as though I’ve accomplished something.
So I called my grandson. Yah. He wanted to. Then I called my son. Yah. Him, too. Thursday, I left LSD and headed for Reisterstown. I picked up my grandson at UMBC, then we met my son at the theatre.
We all enjoyed the movie, but I think I got the most out of it. Tim Burton is a genius. The scenery reminded me of ‘Edward Scissorhands’ in that it was set around 1960. The characters were so—-characteristic? Sorry. I’m not very good at this. My favorite was the science teacher. His face was so long that you couldn’t look at his eyes and his mouth at the same time. And his mouth was so expressive! Would I see this movie again? Yes! Definitely!
Friday, I went shopping. My daughter told me Weber’s had cider and apples and I wanted to go to JoAnns. I found a Hallowe’en doormat and a knitting magazine, but no fabric. Weber’s yielded a bushel of Winesap apples and two gallons of apple cider. Then I visited my brother and sister-in-law. Some of my high school friends may remember her as the new French teacher. We spent a pleasant afternoon discussing aches and pains, kids and cats. I gave them some apples and they gave me two trees and a Christmas cactus.
Saturday, I packed up and headed home. As usual, I brought more than I needed. But, really, does it really matter? I drive a minivan. I forgot that the Frederick Road exit was closed, but I am familiar with the area and got to Cloverhill yarn in just a few extra minutes. The shop has changed hands again, but it’s still a good place to get basic yarns. I managed to find two of the three skeins of Brown Sheep bulky that I wanted, so I was happy.
Today is Sweetums’ birthday so I think I’ll take him to Smith’s for dinner. What else do you do with a guy who pretty much buys whatever he wants and doesn’t want much? But, I love him. That’s why he’s Sweetums.
Flo was unimpressed.
Last Friday, I drove over to Easton to buy a few extra yards of fabric to coordinate with a kit I had bought. I want to make it big enough to cover a twin bed. After finding what I needed, I had a look around the shop. Sitting in a basket with some boring pre-cuts, was a gorgeous six-inch jelly roll of Kaffe Fassett Collective in Fire. I didn’t want to buy it. Really. I didn’t. But I did.
Not the best picture, I know. But I was in a hurry.
Sweetums fell in love with it.
“Is it enough to make a quilt?”
“Can you get more? It would look great on our bed!”
Oh my. What have I gotten my self into? I should have known better. What was I thinking? So. After spending about two days and two hundred dollars at various websites, I think I have enough for a queen quilt. I just hope he doesn’t bug me too much about getting it made.
I still have this one to finish. I think I have to make Dot one of her own.
It is hard to stay inside when the weather is perfect . And, of course, I had to several reasons to be out and about yesterday in the rain. Today, its windy and cooler, so I’m waiting for the sun to shine out back. I’ve gotten a lot of knitting finished, including my daughter’s vest. I also found some orange art deco buttons in my button box.
Here are the chicken mittens. In an effort to make these fit me, I used size 1 rather than 2. And it worked.
Here’s the yarn I used for my Color Affection scarf. I finished it in short order. It was extremely easy and got very boring, but the finished effect is beautiful. Sorry, no finished picture yet. It went too fast. And, now, my camera battery seems to be dead.
So. What’s next? I need to decide within the next ninety minutes. Sweetums has a blood test and we have to listen to the hoodoos recite the same old crap. I need to start my Christmas knitting. I also need to start my Christmas sewing, but we won’t talk about that yet. I bought some absolutely fabulous yarn to make my daughter a lacy sweater. My grandson is getting Coraline gloves with conductive thread in the forefinger tips so he can use his iPhone. I’ll also make him another cap.