Working Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Today, I am working on my health by going to my GP for the first time in, uh, three or four years.  And then possibly finally getting some color in my bathroom.  I very practically made all the tile in there white because tile is difficult to change and I could add color other ways, but frankly it’s kind of meat-lockerish in there.  Then I thought about painting a border on the tile, but the whole room is a shower, so that’s not practical.  And then I had this BRILLIANT idea and bought tub stickies in bright colors and a lot of bright colored accessories and some yellow oilcloth and I am going to town on the meat locker today (slowly with much resting in between because still sick).  I also ordered some light blue grout dye, which I am slightly nervous about it but it won’t be here for awhile, so one thing at a time.

So what did you make this week?



I meant to post today on the feedback you all give me on Nita, but I have just had the week from Hell thanks to asthma, allergies, and bronchitis all hitting at once, multiple phone calls to my GP,  two trips to the ER, and two docs who were a little careless.  Fortunately there were a lot of nurses and two other docs who were not careless and who took excellent care of me, and after a battery of tests pronounced me healthy as a horse with asthma, allergies, and bronchitis can possibly be (brain scan was great, EKG was great, blood tests were great) I am flat on my back with steroids, a super-inhaler, and a trip to my GP scheduled on Wed.  All of which is to say, the regular posts are all scheduled to go up, but my participation here may be limited to chiming in now and again.  

As always, talk among yourselves.  You will anyway.  And I really am fine, I just need to rest until the meds take hold.



Happiness Is a Raccoon That Reaches For Her Dreams

You know what made me happy this week?  A raccoon that reached for the stars.  Because a raccoon’s reach should exceed her grasp, or what’s a heaven for?

You’ve probably already heard about this little over-achiever that climbed a skyscraper in St. Paul over two days while people held their breath that she’d get to the top. That’s her in the picture to the left, taking a nap on the 22nd floor. Continue reading

Cherry Saturday, June 9, 2018

Today is Knit-in-Public Day.which I choose to see as Crochet-in-Public Day or possibly as Weave-in-Public Day, or Fiber-Craft-in-Public Day and what I want to know is, does anybody actually need a special day to craft in public?  Is knitting an essentially private occupation? (No, knitting circles have been around forever.)   Do people run away screaming when I dig out my crochet hook at the dentist? (No, they ask questions.)  Do the cops show up and say, “Now, now, none of this”? (Depends on what you’re knitting.)  I could see National Knitting Day or Internation Crochet Week just to celebrate the craft, it’s the “in public” part that baffles me.  Of course, I’m an easy baffle.  

Get out there and flash your fiber, people.


This Is A Good Book Thursday, June 7th

I had forgotten how funny P. G. Wodehouse is, but I had never noticed what a great plotter he was.  I’m reading Leave It To Psmith for the first time, and that plot is like a Chinese puzzle box.  You just don’t notice it at first because you’re laughing so hard.  I just had to put down the iPad because the noxious Baxter, stalking our heroine in the dark to find out where she hid the necklace she didn’t steal, trod on the golf ball that FreddyThreepwood had left in the hall and fell down the stairs: 

“. . . he took the entire staircase in one majestic, volplaning sweep.  There were eleven stairs in all separating his landing from the landing below, and the only ones he hit were the third and the tenth.  He came to rest with a squattering thud on the lower landing, and for a moment or two the fever of the chase left him.”

It helps if you know what a tick Baxter is and what a sweetheart Eve is, but still, writing visual slapstick is really difficult.   I don’t know what’s so damn funny about “the third and the tenth” but it is.   But still what I most marveled at is the plot, which is based on stealing a necklace and then replacing it, and because the people who want the necklace stolen (for good purposes) are so benignly inept, a cast of thousands ends up trying to steal the damn thing and then playing Keep Away with it.  So. Much. Fun.

I also read a terrific YA, Withering by the Sea, full of beautiful drawings and bizarre events and a dastardly villain and singing cats and a girl heroine beset by three Awful Aunts.  It was so good I bought the sequel, which is equally charming.

What did you read this week?



Working Wednesday, June 6, 2018

It is now definitely summer which means I now definitely have to get my plants in, some of which are transplanted wildflowers that are growing in the old driveway that I use as backup parking.  I’m torn between tick-preventative tear-out-all-the-wildflowers-and-grasses and bird-and-bee encouraging leave-everything-grow.  I think it’s going to be leave them for the birds and the bees and do perimeter mulching.  Decisions.

What are you making this week?


No, We Were Not Hacked

A commenter took us down.

Someone who shall be nameless enabled comment notification (you get an e-mail every time there’s a comment) and then decided she didn’t want the e-mails and so marked them as spam over and over and over . . . 

Our web host shut us down because it thought we were a spam site.

That meant that Mollie had to deal with the web host, who was rightly protecting the net, while trying to get the commenter to stop marking e-mails as spam.  She lost a good chunk of her weekend because of this, and of course, we lost the blog for the better part of two days.  So comment notification has now been disabled.  

The only information of yours we store on here are your e-mails/ISPs so you can comment without waiting for approval, and of course, we don’t sell the e-mail list, so no worries about the shut-down on your end.  On our end, we’re still fuming and trying to make sure it never happens again.  Please, if you’re having a problem with e-mails from this site, which you shouldn’t have because we never send any, LET US KNOW.  Don’t mark them as spam unless you want Argh to go under again.