Archive for August, 2010

Acorn Club

August 30, 2010

Who are these people and why do they keep sending me my husband phone books?  It says, “Prepared Under The Sponsorship Of  The Acorn Club, Inc. A Member Of The General Federation Of Women’s Clubs”.  Women’s Clubs??  Then, why is my husband listed and not me?  Go look me up in the regular phone book.  There I am.  It’s the least they can do.  I pay the frigging bill.  But, then again, as my mother used to say to me, “I was JUST the girl”.  So now, I guess I am JUST the woman–according to the General Federation of Women’s Clubs.  They certainly are not going to find me darkening their doorstep.  I’ll just go over here and sit in the corner and knit socks and hope no one notices me.  Yeah.  Right.  Like that’s going to happen.

PS.  Over five years ago, the Powers That Be changed all the house numbers.  Our old house number is shown, whereas every neighbor that I searched has the correct number.  Why is that?  Is it because they made a “donation” and we didn’t?  I won’t say anymore.

Since we have to have a picture, here’s my new glasses.  Don’t you just love red?  I would have included a picture of me wearing them, but I was exceedingly ugly that day.

For those of you searching for knitting content, I spent two days trying to decide what kind of socks to make my girlfriend.  First there was the yarn problem and then there was the design problem.  More on that later.  Time to make dinner.

Three Fingered Gloves

August 27, 2010

They ae not as easy as they look.  I had a hard time closing the gap over the missing finger area.  I wanted it to have a nice, smooth appearance with no strange-looking decreases.  This was especially hard with the Coraline gloves–all those color changes, some right at the gap.  I spent a lot of time fiddling with it.  I finally resigned myself to the fact that I would never get it perfect.  Usually, when I am weaving in the ends on gloves, I turn it inside out and put it on.  That way I can see where I need to tweak anything.  Well, this is not possible when the glove has three fingers and you’ve got four. 

Back from Reisterstown

August 27, 2010

I wanted to blog while I was there.  I really did.  I probably would have if my son would just get wi-fi.  I could sit at the kitchen table in good light  and tap away.  But he says no.  Some of his friends would never leave.  I understand.  He plugged my laptop into his desktop so I could have internet, but the light is not good and I couldn’t get comfortable.  He did have some really great movies.  Like The Wolfman.  I got goose pimples in the first minute.  I loved it!  It’s not for kids, my daughter, or my husband. 

Speaking of my daughter, I called her when I got there.  She was on the corner at the gas station so she came over.  And she came bearing gifts–five to be exact.  What could be better than Disney antenna toppers?  I told Doug that I can never buy a car without an antenna. 

I came home to dust everywhere.  I don’t care.  Progress is being made.  That’s what is important.  When my neighbor had an addition done, she cleaned everything every evening.  She says she feels sorry for me.  I guess she assumes that I do the same thing.  Doesn’t she know me by now?  The toilets don’t look bad.  What more do you want?

Here’s my new closet.  It runs the length of the new room minus the door of course.

Here I am standing inside the closet.   See my rolling cart?  I have six and I can ten in here.  There will be shelves all along the wall.  I wonder how long it will take me to fill it?

Flo is always helpful.

Waiting for the Rain to Stop

August 18, 2010

I was really looking forward to Wednesday.  Frank had a prior commitment so Doug and I would be able to go for a walk together.  He plays Frank’s gopher so I usually walk alone with Gus.  It’s so much easier with Doug.  He carries my cane and when walking gets rough, I hand him the leash and he hands me my cane.  When I am alone, I have to be very careful and Gus has to be on his best behavior.  And I can’t always go where I want.  We did manage to get out for about 20 minutes, but what good is that?  Now, we’re waiting for it to let up enough to go to the supermarket. 

Or, we can always play dead.

I’m going to Reisterstown tomorrow for a few days.  This will be my first time this summer.  It’s supposed to be hot on Friday, but the rest of the weekend sounds good.  I’d also like to visit my daughter and brother and sister-in-law while I am there.

Coraline Gloves for Carolyn

August 17, 2010

Do you have any idea how HAPPY I am that are finished?  I spent TWO DAYS weaving in the ends!  That’s 50 per glove!   I had a h**l of a time with the closure at the missing finger with all the color changes and stupid ends.  Usually I put the glove on when weaving.  Since I didn’t want to cut my ring finger off, I had to improvise.  I used an Emory board, a fat ballpoint pen and a tube of lip balm, but working between the pinkie and middle was still difficult. 

If you are interested in making your own, I’ll be putting up a new page.  I’ve already started it, so it won’t be too long. 

I will be starting her third pair of gloves this evening.  One color this time.   Then, I think I’ll make two pairs of socks.  I have got to make myself a pair of Caroline gloves, but with fingering weight.    It should be Autumn by then so I’ll probably start a sweater.  But, will I be able to get to my yarn by then? 

new kitchen wall


Here is the new kitchen wall.  Doug called the cabinet people today and someone is coming by tomorrow.  Yeah! 

See the little closet?  Flo thinks that it’s a good place to keep her Skunky.  She has a lot of trouble finding a place to keep him. 

Home Improvement is a Pain in the Butt

August 14, 2010

I haven’t blogged the past few days because we weren’t getting a good connection.  It was so slow it made me crazy and sometimes it would simply disconnect.  I think it all started when Doug and Frank were trying to put a phone jack on the new wall.  They finally decided it was one of the wires.  Doug kept coming up with various reasons.  He played with this.  He played with that.  My laptop was doing all right by late last night.  This morning, I had no connection again.  I was so pissed!!   I had to use the desktop to get my embroidery design.  It still seemed slow.  Doug was so nonchalant about it.   We are not certain what the problem was, but I’m starting to think it was a combination of things.  Now, they are both running smoothly and I am a happy camper once more.  I don’t need super fast.  I just expect it to do something when I click the mouse.



Flo keeps an eye on Frank

 You never know.  He might steal Skunky.

I am so glad that Frank is back.  Things were in flux for about a week.  There was a death in the family and they had gone to New York.  If it weren’t for his accent, I would never have believed he wasn’t a local.  He’s a typical lower slower Delaware kind of guy.

This is for Betty

August 11, 2010

I took a couple of pictures of this bag for you.  This is the only one that wasn’t awful.  I certainly was no good at picture taking that day.  But didn’t we have fun?

Sitting on a Pier on the Nanticoke

August 11, 2010

Some mornings it is really hard getting up, dressed and out the door.  Gus is jumping around like this is the most wonderful thing to do in the world and I just want to smack him.  I stagger into the kitchen and take my little thyroid pill.  I hate this pill.  I have to take it on an empty stomach and I have to wait a while before taking my vitamins.  How am I supposed to remember all this crap?  No wonder I am such a grouchy old woman. 

Thankfully, Doug has made coffee.   I pour a cup.  I get the half & half.  I hear this aakk, aakk, aakk.  Oh yeah.  Flo.  She wants some, too.  But hold the coffee.  I give her some and I say, “It’s a good thing your only six pounds.”  She pays no attention to me and walks off when she finished.  She doesn’t even say thank you.  “Ungrateful little snot.”  OK.  Back to me.  I take a sip.  Man!  I go to the bathroom, rinse off my teeth and put them in.  I can’t take all that heat on the roof of my mouth. 

Already, it’s 82 outside.  The forecast says 95 today.  Doug says we should get going.  He has all ready got the sheets in the washer.  He makes me sick.  By the time I finally manage to get dressed, the sheets are on the line.  We finally make it out the door.  It’s not too bad.  There’s a breeze.  Cora comes over to see us off.  She was laying under my car.  Gus hates this.  He is so afraid one of the cats is going with us that he turns green and almost has a stroke.  They have more sense than that. 

Walking by the horse farm was no fun.  There’s no shade.  My hips and knees prefer to use the street, but cars kept coming for some reason.  So I walked along the lumpy grass.  We finally came to driveway that takes us to the pier on the river.  The owner has a nice macadam driveway.  I can do arm exercises and walk at the same time and there are plenty of trees shading our way.  What more do you want? 

It’s always breezy on the river.  Or so it seems.  I just love it.  Is there a better place to live?  I don’t think so.

Looking south from the pier

I Was Debating

August 10, 2010

I have used up all my space.  So I thought, ‘should I buy more or just say the hell with it?’  I’m a pretty lame blogger.  I’m a retired old woman with not much of anything better to do.  Please observe that I did not say “lady”!

I started this thing to combat Warm Brown Turdism.  It is a horrible  disease.  You see WBTs everywhere.  Have a seat at the boardwalk and watch them go by.  Look at everyone closely, but not too closely.  They scare easily.   What are they thinking?  Are they thinking?   Better yet.  What are you thinking?  What are you doing?  Are you just sitting there?  You better not be texting.  Too much of that causes WBT!  Oh.  You’ve got your iPod.  What are you listening to?  Is it the latest piece of crap that everybody else is listening to?  Or is it Jimmy Reed singing Big Boss Man?  Or Jussi Bjordling at Carnegie Hall?  Or the History of Rome podcast?  Or the Math Dude podcast?  Do you even know that you can use your beloved iPod to actually learn something?  And what about your hands?   Are they just laying there?  All right.  I’ll stop.

So anyway.  I bought more space .  I am hoping to write more patterns, but don’t hold your breath.  No.  Go ahead.  You’ll pass out and start breathing again.  So have fun with that. 

Carolyn's gloves

Here’s Carolyn with the gloves I made her.  The fit is good so I only need to weave in all the ends.  I started another pair right away and I have plans for a third pair.  She deserves good fitting gloves as much as anyone.

Carolyn's Coraline Gloves

Look at my Coraline gloves!  I’m so happy.  I love doing this kind of (I’ll say)’stuff’.  I think I’ll make myself a pair in a finer yarn.  You know I love gloves. 

After the rain

Cora loves to get dried off with a towel.  I think she deliberately runs through the sprinklers.  She says she got caught when they changed, but you really can’t believe anything she says–like when she says she missed breakfast.

Off to DMV

August 9, 2010

Frank wasn’t coming today, so we took the cars to DMV.  It had to be done by Sunday or they come with a big sledge-hammer and beat your car to death.  You have to take your car there to be inspected at the same time.  This is fine with me.  They also check lights, brakes, wipers and horn and there is no EXTRA fee.  The amount we pay for three cars is less than what I paid for just mine alone when we lived in Maryland.   Delaware is also saving  trees by not mailing out notifications.   If you’re smart enough to have a car then you should be able to look at your tag and know when to bring it in.  They will e-mail you if you give them your e-address.  What more do you want?  Oh yeah.  They have a drive-thru if you pay by cash or check.  You never have to get out of your car.  Is that enough?