tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167730512024-02-20T01:26:41.745-05:00GrammieSnowBirdA journal for the world to see. Life as it happens to a Grammie who lives in the town of Nowhere. A SnowBird hasbeen.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-35149894477357270422017-03-17T18:30:00.001-04:002017-03-17T18:30:54.230-04:00On being alone<p dir="ltr">Howard and I met when I was in seventh grade, I think. We hung out in the same neighborhood back in the day before technology. Back when we spent our free time outside.<br>
We started to date when I was a junior in high school and he had graduated. <br>
We were married in 1963 at ages 21 and 22. We were so happy, so in love. <br>
We had a great marriage, one based on friendship, mutual respect, and love. <br>
I'm lonely now, I never really thought about being alone but it was inevitable that I would be. <br>
It's funny that things that I miss. Someone riding along on errands. Reaching over in bed in the middle of the night and finding him there. Talking about our family. Hearing the words I Love You. Going to the dump. Planning a meal. All of it....<br>
Savor every moment with the one you love.<br>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-4740413060163711302016-12-28T20:54:00.001-05:002016-12-28T20:54:59.041-05:00Howard J. Moore<div align="left" ><p dir="ltr">Howard J. Moore, 76, of Tolland, MA and Windsor, CT, beloved husband of Susan (Snelgrove) Moore, passed away Wednesday, December 28, 2016. Born in Hartford, son of the late Wilfred and Alice (Hebebrand) Moore, he was raised in Windsor and graduated from Windsor High School in 1958. He had been a letter carrier with the Windsor Post Office for over 34 years retiring in 1995. Besides his best friend and wife Susan, he leaves his daughter Leslie Moore Massaro of Windsor Locks. He was Grampy to Zachary and Alexis Massaro; beloved brother to Janet Sapolis of Windsor; and a beloved brother in law, uncle, cousin, friend, and neighbor. His family will receive friends on Monday, January 2, 2017, from 2-4 PM at the Carmon Windsor Funeral Home, 807 Bloomfield Avenue, Windsor. Burial will be at the convenience of the family in Tolland, MA. Memorial donations may be made to either Dakin Humane Society, 171 Union Street, Springfield, MA 01105 or<a href="http://doctorswithoutborders.org/">doctorswithoutborders.org</a>. For directions or condolences please visit <a href="http://www.carmonfuneralhome.com/">www.carmonfuneralhome.com</a>.<br>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-38535844630209177242015-04-13T10:53:00.001-04:002015-04-13T11:01:03.849-04:00Maybe you can teach an old dog<p dir="ltr">Maybe an old dog can learn new tricks, or maybe not. I've been totally unsuccessful in adding multiple images to my posts. Never mind trying to place the images where I want them to be. <br>
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<p dir="ltr">Yesterday our daughter called and said she was coming to visit, making lunch and bringing dessert. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lunch was pork tenderloin, home fries, spring asparagas and hollindaise sauce.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Dessert, a/k/a Birthday cake was her famous Blueberry cake. <br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Thank you Leslie, what a great Birthday gift. </p>
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How many times can I ask him to fetch for me?  And how totally frustrating it is when he just can't translate my request into what I want or need. <br>
Not to mention grocery shopping, banking and etc. We both need haircuts, him especially. The mail needs getting, and the laundry and trash are piling up. <br>
A good friend says that my level of frustration is an indication that I am not depressed. Oh goodie.  <br>
I knit for a bit today and watched a new podcast. Mostly though, I napped. Keeping the foot elevated leads to lots of naps. <br>
Four weeks will be down on Monday. Hoping that the next eight go by as quickly. Then I know it's going to be tough walking again. <br>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-63996886742526940302015-04-05T12:53:00.001-04:002015-04-05T12:53:25.078-04:00And then this happened<p dir="ltr">Life slows down real fast when one is reduced to living on one leg. An unfortunate auto accident, not of my design, has put me out of commission until early summer. My right foot/ankle has a break on each side. I've been plated and pinned and now the healing happens. <br>
Accident was March 1, surgery was March 17 and on March 30th I left the rehab/nursing home and came home. So far I've done a bit of spinning and read a couple of romance novels. <br>
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This weekend is apparently a make up weekend for all the basketball games that were cancelled because of snow. I was all set to head down the hill for a 2:30 game this afternoon. Instead I sit here watching more snow come down. Yes, I could chance it, and go to the game. Problem is, it's not possible to predict what the hills will be like later on. For sure, because I choose to stay home, the storm will be a washout.<br>
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Here I sit, spinning mostly. I'm working my way through filling the third bobbin for the 3 ply for the Hiro sweater. Talk about a long term project. Once this bobbin is filled, I have just the last of the three colors to spin for the colorwork. Then there is the knitting. Hopefully I won't get bored and will finish this sweater for next fall. <br>
I'm dreaming as I spin. Spring shearing is coming up and I want a white Cotswold and one other white fleece. The cotswold will be for woven rugs, and the other for dyeing and as yet to be imagined knitting. <br>
I have 2.8# of gray cotswold to process. I'll be interested to see how much weight it looses in the washing. It's heavy with lanolin and it seems like the last batch lost at least 1/3, perhaps 4/10ths of its weight. I want the white to go with this for rug weaving.<br>
I'm going to try to insert a photo of Tigger Who was asking permission to get in my lap this morning. </p>
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I think that I've finally washed every bit of fleece and alpaca that I own. I think!<br />
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Washing dirty/sandy alpaca is perhaps more time consuming than washing a greasy fleece.<br />
One must be much more careful with the alpaca that it does not felt in the handling. This white blanket from Aja the alpaca was especially sandy. It took maybe five times through hot water and as many rinses before I felt it was clean. On the other hand, I had a small bit of a lovely light brown from Grantt, that I first put through the picker to fluff the sand out, and it only took two washes to come clean. Maybe that is the way to go in that I don't have a tumbler.<br />
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After my experience of using Wiltons food dye on a small bit of Aja I decided to try a larger chunk' and used a green with a touch of black. The black, as expected, broke and actually gave me a lavender. It's all carded now, and in punis for spinning.<br />
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That's my slave <a class="g-profile" href="http://plus.google.com/108644012542929295728" target="_blank">+Gina Assetta</a> who came to spend the day on Thursday to help me get caught up and then play with the picker and the carder. She brought some various colors of roving and top that she was not in love with, and some real curly fleece from long ago.<br />
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Now, about the fabric. Well, there is fabric, mostly quilters cotton stashed in my 'craft' room. I have been back in the Granbee quilt group for a couple of years now, and am getting my mojo back. I think that I should look to see what there is that needs finishing, and what I can do with all of the fabric. One of my first plans is to use the fat quarters that I won at the Granbees last holiday. I think it will become a <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/scrappytripalong/">Scrappy Trip Around the World</a>. There is no particular rhyme of reason to the fabric. Some old, some new, no real theme, so a scrappy quilt will work well. Looks like I need to cut lots of 2.5" strips. I'll keep you posted.</div>
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And then there is the pair I frogged because I just didn't like them. Didn't like the fabric I was getting with my 2.25mm needles. That yarn has been tried in several projects and lost each time, so it's on its way out the door. <br />
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I've been carding the alpaca with the corriedale from Serenity Farms. I am not being careful enough of the mix, but I figure it will all even out in the end. I also carded the alpaca that I dyed with Wiltons food dye.<br />
The color 'broke' when I dyed it, so instead of a solid I got a multi color. Lavender and bright blue. It is striking, I want to spin it NOW, but remember that Cormo, well, it is still on the wheel, taunting me.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">Now, about the Lab. Daisy, as I may have mentioned, is a Texas rescue dog. Her first year here she was a bit timid about the water, but caught on soon enough. Last summer, when the lake levels were way down she was a swimming and ball chasing fool. She was tethered to us with a very long clothsline rope that just kinda followed along behind her. Because the lake was low last year, she didn't land in water when she jumped off the wall, she landed on sand then then into the water.</span><br />
<span style="text-align: center;">This year, began with the lake low and everything was fine. And then.</span><br />
<span style="text-align: center;">The rains came, and the lake almost topped the wall and well, she was jumping into water almost deep enough to swim in. That and we removed her tether. Maybe she feels unsafe??? To add insult to injury she was attacked by a large mouth bass several times. So was I............... Mama bass seemed to an issue with us being near her nest I guess.</span><br />
<span style="text-align: center;">The outcome, Daisy no longer swims. She wanders along the shore, stepping on the large boulder type rocks, getting wet up to her elbows and knees. [at least she gets her feet clean] Once in a while she will get her belly wet, but not on purpose.</span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-80292369240664747622013-07-11T08:04:00.000-04:002013-07-11T08:04:38.263-04:00WHOOOOOSHWhoosh and a month is gone. Where? Who knows.<br />
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I've even been swimming. The lake temperature quickly rose to 88-degrees and I find that acceptable for swimming. Well, I don't really do what you could call swimming anymore, but I do a lot of moving around in the water. It's great that my body has always wanted to float to the top.<br />
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These socks are just screaming cold, snowy winter walk. They are heavy; boot socks for sure. The yarn is so nice and soft and has a great sheen too. Now, I seem to recall how we were [not me] all complaining about winter, so I won't wish for summer to fade just yet. But I assure you, first cold nite these are going on my feet.<br />
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I spun up some of my mystery fiber last week. I didn't overprocess this fiber so the finished yarn is rather rustic. I plan to make the <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/lined-beanie">lined beanie</a>. And maybe some gloves too. I have lots more fleece from this batch, but next time will run it through the carder [at least] once more. I have about 8 3/4 oz which I think is only around 300 yards. I keep doing the math again and again, but can't get more yardage::-(<br />
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Next up on the wheel is some Cormo that I picked up from someone on Ravelry. It is a roving, so that is a plus, but it is full of straw bits. I am trying to make myself spin it thicker than I normally spin. It's so funny that when I first learned to spin I was getting a ultra bulky two ply. Now I seem to automatically spin so much thinner. There is lots of this fiber, more that I will spin at this sitting for sure. It is a nice clean white, so the yarn will lend itself to dying.<br />
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I promised the owner of School House Alpaca in Granby, CT that I would demonstrate spinning at <a href="http://www.granbyag.org/open-farm-day.html">Granby Open Farms Days</a> in September. So, naturally I needed some alpaca. I now have a white blanket. I'm slowing washing it and preparing it for carding. I've sampled some mixed in with white corriedale at a 70/30 mix and it spun well. I also spun some 100%. I haven't plied them yet, but am sure they will make lovely yarn.<br />
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There is more I could talk about, like the CSA we joined, and more I won't talk about, like what is going on at the Board here in our community. BUT, it's time to get moving along.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-82197686087695753132013-06-12T18:51:00.000-04:002013-06-12T18:51:26.912-04:00Keeping it in CirculationMoney that is. I just purchased a Patrick Green triple picker. Now you say, what in the heck is that. Some of you know..........................<br />
It is a potential killing machine. It waits for that moment when one forgets what they are doing and grabs digits and won't let go. It also picks fleece that is all ascramble from washing. Gets it ready for carding.<br />
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On another note, THE SUN CAME OUT TODAY, if only for a moment here and there, but I did recognize it from the last time it came around. The animals, in a rare moment of tolerance, not only shared a sunbeam, but also let me take a photo of them. Miracles<br />
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. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-12881971840228042232013-06-09T09:24:00.000-04:002013-06-09T09:25:12.570-04:00Sunday, a beautiful sun dayIt's so nice to wake up to a sunny day and know that there is nothing on my calendar for the whole day. A do what I want day, a do it when I want day. We started out with coffee and the Foot Guard Dog Show on TV. Enjoyed by someone more than the rest of us me thinks.<br />
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Then it was on to OJ, bacon and eggs. Now more coffee, and the smell of the corn chowder that is on the stove already.<br />
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Perhaps today will be the day that I fire up our new "fire pit" down on the dock. Maybe my friend Sue will come over for a swim and she can warm up afterwards by the fire. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-26231473947921529102013-06-02T11:21:00.000-04:002013-06-02T11:21:40.433-04:00Oh my, what hot weather. We were in jackets and jeans last weekend and this weekend it's in the 90's. Guess we won't need a fire to warm us up tonight.<br />
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Yesterday I went to watch alpaca sheared. I've previously watched sheep shearing, but never alpaca. Very interesting. It was so hot I felt sorry for the crew and for that matter for the alpaca. I can't help but wonder if they are cooler without the fiber on them.<br />
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Of course I fell in love with the fiber, in particular a very dark brown, a white and a maple color. I'm sure that the fiber will have to be graded and whatever before it is priced, but I might try to be first in line.<br />
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On September 7, I am spinning at Granby Open Farm days at the alpaca farm. I am hoping to get and process at least a white fleece for my demo.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Now I am spinning in a different way, I am spinning with a
spinning wheel and wool fleece. I've found a calming hobby, one that
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Several months ago I read an article in an online magazine that
led me to find source for fleece and roving right from the farm, a farm in
Alma, Michigan. I began a timid friendship with Cary of Serenity-farms
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Cary and I got together late this winter and shared some very dark brown alpaca I had, and two lamb fleece from her corriedale flock. See her <a href="http://serenity-farms.blogspot.com/2013/05/sisters-of-fleece.html#links">post</a> where she speaks of it. We have decided to call our roving Sisters of the Fleece and we are having a spin along/sock along. We are using a pattern that Cary wrote up for her coffee house knitting group. There are coffee cups around the cuff and at the heel, so cute, I cannot wait to have my yarn ready to go for this one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I've never spun for socks before. Certainly not fine enuf to have fingering yarn. I'm not sure that will be what I get, but I am trying. Cary suggests that she might do a three ply but then will have sport weight or so. I will try too, just because I have much to learn from her when it comes to spinning for socks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">I have one bobbin full, 100 grams which is probably</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> enuf for a pair of socks. The next two bobbins will each be </span><span style="font-size: 18px;">around 50 grams each.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> I also have some white corriedale from Cary that I am going to spin for the coffee cups motif. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">It's great fun having a email pal/blog pal again. I so miss my Florida genealogy/quilting/gardening friend Wanda. We had a wonderful fulfilling friendship, but God had greater plans for her. Since the internet, the world has gotten so much smaller. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-85093722594103213362013-05-16T20:28:00.001-04:002013-05-16T20:28:21.243-04:00<br />
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Blogger and I are having problems tonight. Twice I've poured my heart and soul out here, once to have it not post, and the second time to have a window come up that I could not remove. <br />
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So, this is a test.<br />
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Maybe tomorrow I will try again when Blogger and I have had some time apart.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-34083261726507011892010-08-19T14:54:00.001-04:002010-08-19T15:16:33.605-04:00Hello, I'm Daisy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE8ydvYxyMMZVOoi0cjOSzgQlK21f_wLCzHJWegYxCDxb2gf702v8v9p_KlBfYsua3WzvBUmrrI-ZKfrR1dlMYZjKeYgRK2yMnW8tCR0iX6-PrplF5zLGijIHevNtRt_6JNsKeyA/s1600/CIMG0736.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE8ydvYxyMMZVOoi0cjOSzgQlK21f_wLCzHJWegYxCDxb2gf702v8v9p_KlBfYsua3WzvBUmrrI-ZKfrR1dlMYZjKeYgRK2yMnW8tCR0iX6-PrplF5zLGijIHevNtRt_6JNsKeyA/s320/CIMG0736.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a> <div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br />Hello, I'm Daisy. I am from Texas, I was a rescue dog. They say that I am just about the sweetest thing going, and I believe them.<br />I've been up here in the Massachusetts hills for about a month now. Not a bad place to be, all things considered. The trip up here was a bit trying, but once that was over all was well. We have a lake here. Well, in Texas we would have called it a small puddle or a watering hole, certainly not a lake. I'm learning to swim by myself now that the summer people are leaving.<br /><br />My friend Kohl is arriving from Texas on Saturday and I can't wait to show him the water. He is used to swimming in salt water I think, so this will be new to him.<br /><br />I don't want you to think that it's all fun a games around here. There is this cat who thinks he is the boss of everyone who comes across the threshold. His name seems to be Tigger,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrWFpXyqpLE6OdZVD7TQ5DKc2ujKxsKhu4bV5LYfOQZrP8NhrZLuRl5DmcNf5d9YyjoANfdv9zWGT5kKgKMaQAbEBcEyn3r5qeNSw_HSOPe0yEmsTd82fv_iptQObfHlbWJrGnA/s1600/CIMG0707.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrWFpXyqpLE6OdZVD7TQ5DKc2ujKxsKhu4bV5LYfOQZrP8NhrZLuRl5DmcNf5d9YyjoANfdv9zWGT5kKgKMaQAbEBcEyn3r5qeNSw_HSOPe0yEmsTd82fv_iptQObfHlbWJrGnA/s200/CIMG0707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507198015249444450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />they call him Kittykitty, and refer to him as TDC which is a polite way of saying That Damn Cat. He and I race around the house a couple of times a day, we scatter the rugs and make a mess of everything.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-42121725588711373412010-01-22T16:28:00.000-05:002010-01-22T16:29:07.495-05:00Goodbye Pooh, you were a good dawg<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj4ViGA-MO3tXZ6xEnjMhI1Rc8ySGAd3KsP2xcSij4cUZxNRpwh0PI2SXx9X-J44pn3Ty7cHC6vzvzRTFITGIhbKioOTvq16X1ZjL18GqmoRli0x9M__L7kJ-zpspeWfovNohww/s1600-h/100_1199.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj4ViGA-MO3tXZ6xEnjMhI1Rc8ySGAd3KsP2xcSij4cUZxNRpwh0PI2SXx9X-J44pn3Ty7cHC6vzvzRTFITGIhbKioOTvq16X1ZjL18GqmoRli0x9M__L7kJ-zpspeWfovNohww/s320/100_1199.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-57979026261897534742009-12-27T20:06:00.003-05:002010-01-16T16:05:18.623-05:00And another one bit the dust<p>Holiday meal that is.  </p> <p>Today we had “Christmas at the Lake”.   We were blessed with a warm day so that we were able to use the summer porch, opening the room up to the house and using an electric heater to take the nip off.  </p> <p>The house was bulging at the seams with happy family.  Four generations.  It used to be that when someone bragged about four generations I thought someone must be really olde.  Well, now that I am a member of the ‘older generation’ I can tell you that I was misled.  Someone is not ‘really’ olde, just kinda olde.</p> <p>We had enough food to feed an army and have some leftover for a navy too.  Once, back when I was a bride, I ran out of roast before the platter made it around the table – never again, never again.</p> <p>As each of the families left we checked to make sure that they had their kidz in the car.  Then somehow our daughter and son-in-law managed to slip out without their two. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2523/4220749110_5394ba56bb_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2523/4220749110_5394ba56bb_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> It’s bedtime now, and I am off to listen to Brown Bear, Brown Bear for the gazillenth time.</p> <p>Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-26223382648201559492009-11-26T20:52:00.000-05:002009-11-26T20:52:56.695-05:00Walkin' times four<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB5nDzQP_JN6O90CncCoCg92M0gfWZIHNsZJ-mchziPFH2bzi-8BpjpMuuV4RN88LhDY32a98DGFawEJV6QcqGTqdbE8s1CX5Dj6A4sZagsUQuVYTPsHz4zFc2ERZnv4_QN-p68g/s1600/_DSC0227-Edit.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB5nDzQP_JN6O90CncCoCg92M0gfWZIHNsZJ-mchziPFH2bzi-8BpjpMuuV4RN88LhDY32a98DGFawEJV6QcqGTqdbE8s1CX5Dj6A4sZagsUQuVYTPsHz4zFc2ERZnv4_QN-p68g/s320/_DSC0227-Edit.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><br />Way back in the beginning of my blog, I posted a photo of Zach and Lexi walking, holding hands. My aim was to take that photo each year so I could record their growth. Well, I quickly learned in year three that there is no making those two perform on cue. Leslie tells me that she actually had to bribe Zach to get close to Lexi for this photo shoot. At any rate, I like this photo of the four of them; they look carefree don't they?<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-79317258517371526622009-10-28T12:27:00.001-04:002009-10-28T12:27:17.580-04:00Its tough to get older<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grammiesnowbird/4052439573/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4052439573_4b0c5b30ff_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grammiesnowbird/4052439573/">Its tough to get older</a> <br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/grammiesnowbird/">smoorect</a>.</span><br clear="all" /><p>But its great to be in Florida visiting with old friends. <br />I visited with my doctor yesterday and he put me on Heart meds. He may also have to put me on diuretics but says that may cause trouble with mom and the rugs. Mom just wants me to be better.<br />Mom, Dad, TDC [that damn cat] and I are hanging out in the MH today cause Dad says it is too hot to be out. I'm having trouble breathing so he is probably right.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-83806581425006863752009-10-07T16:59:00.004-04:002009-10-07T17:20:18.434-04:00Traveling BagI've been thinking about how inconvenient it is to carry my plastic bed knitting machine around in its box and wondering just what I could do to make a bag using stuff from around the sewing room. I wanted a bag that would protect the machine from bumps and thumps, but would fold for storage when not in use. I wanted a place to put the 'parts'. I didn't want to goto the store down the hill and run another line on my plastic.................<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgSWqvFPmmW4cC1CRB_JUxiGBU15IZK1wS1qrvFOK7KRCgpoKdwjlFG2rr3_3IeD564PxE6pdYL8P149IghdGf3TCK_RQjuM8rSQw3DbvLj4o6S09AjWHmvxraVENVBrqSvCjLw/s1600-h/CIMG0010.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgSWqvFPmmW4cC1CRB_JUxiGBU15IZK1wS1qrvFOK7KRCgpoKdwjlFG2rr3_3IeD564PxE6pdYL8P149IghdGf3TCK_RQjuM8rSQw3DbvLj4o6S09AjWHmvxraVENVBrqSvCjLw/s200/CIMG0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389969631678308194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUUan_dDMd7svs9ZkMv3APYO12k3VDG6SrLXbYCgIcF0_sZcgXhvWpCi1sRJFXRk5QLnHHADgjlPmgIiqRHigenwVxx9ZYYcurQ8MQgkSlc7T1ZdmrvLRnMYakJy2gKh48n6CGA/s1600-h/CIMG0009.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUUan_dDMd7svs9ZkMv3APYO12k3VDG6SrLXbYCgIcF0_sZcgXhvWpCi1sRJFXRk5QLnHHADgjlPmgIiqRHigenwVxx9ZYYcurQ8MQgkSlc7T1ZdmrvLRnMYakJy2gKh48n6CGA/s200/CIMG0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389969624735368210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimV8kWuZHkC00hM3wJ_LeXccD6e15rjMbhvNU9QLD0xeeZnedk9QQB-wMnsOYwtFcXVYwXbQnObmFmhtO6ITQr1-65bb_Jm6xt3O3HFwsxZOKG4gt-4Fav65ZDpja8mFKRPv4Hlw/s1600-h/CIMG0008.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimV8kWuZHkC00hM3wJ_LeXccD6e15rjMbhvNU9QLD0xeeZnedk9QQB-wMnsOYwtFcXVYwXbQnObmFmhtO6ITQr1-65bb_Jm6xt3O3HFwsxZOKG4gt-4Fav65ZDpja8mFKRPv4Hlw/s200/CIMG0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389969618182654434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtCbIF5yQflyvHvTyi1LGbAa11FcN0vyzYkGy1a_fROf0_ZBUQZEOuvrr4TjxQUb1mE8NSbl9MnN-4cHaThtlURMImOKBu6NA6nG2nj3YXm2B3YO8FMbn4qooWvQWdpakpbbbdXQ/s1600-h/CIMG0007.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtCbIF5yQflyvHvTyi1LGbAa11FcN0vyzYkGy1a_fROf0_ZBUQZEOuvrr4TjxQUb1mE8NSbl9MnN-4cHaThtlURMImOKBu6NA6nG2nj3YXm2B3YO8FMbn4qooWvQWdpakpbbbdXQ/s200/CIMG0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389969614129779858" /></a><br /><br />Now we are off in the cold wind to watch our grandson and his team mates play soccer. They are 4 for 4 and this is their first 'night' game. If their bedtime is 7:30 how do they play a soccer game which starts at 6:30?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-44657628840394266092009-09-02T10:01:00.002-04:002009-09-02T10:31:27.347-04:00WhereDid August go? One day it's August 8th and the children are paddling the lake in their kayaks and the next day it's September the 2nd and they have been in school for three days. When did the school systems decide that they could steal the last week of summer? <br /><br />So, I'm officially no longer the summer [of 09] sitter from Sunday through Tuesday. I didn't get fired, I got eased out by school. I am sure that if we lived closer I would be the after school grammie, no, I know that for a fact! But we chose to live up here in the hills and they chose to live down in the flatland. Most likely a good thing for all of us.................<br /><br />I would post their first day photos here, but haven't gotten them yet. Mayhaps I should check Facebook and see if they are there to STEAL. Found them! BUT, now have to study how to add them, and they aren't even Leslie's photos. Maybe Leslie will send some to me when she reads this post. Can I make her feel guilty? NOT! She has learned how to fend off my attempts at that. I guess because I'm not really a Jewish mama.<br /><br /><br />Last night TOS and I went down the hill and met my daughter at the cinema. We saw Julie and Julia, or is it Julia and Julie? At any rate, it was a great movie. Have to say though that Leslie couldn't relate to it the way we did. Leslie does not watch cooking shows on PBS. I was disappointed that Julie never got to meet Julia and resolve the issue of her blog.<br /><br />If you are into old fashioned fun you might want to wander over to the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5063165">Craft Sanity etsy shop</a> and look at her wooden looms. Ahem, I've already order a couple and am now waiting patiently for her to post her rug size looms. Jennifer has just quit her day job as a journalist and is staying home with her girls. She has great craft interviews on her <a href="http://craftsanity.com/">Craft Sanity podcast</a>. Pop over and give a listen.<br /><br />Well, I've managed to waste most of the morning already. I've taken some stew beef out, but won't be making it Julia's way. Now it's off to the showers for me, then the garden where I will clip away all of the flox and trim the shrubs.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-64752662208243066562009-08-08T14:14:00.002-04:002009-08-08T14:20:42.401-04:00It FINALLY Stopped Raining<p>Suddenly there is no more rain, or so it would seem anyway. And therefore I’ve been busy celebrating summer – and not knitting anything of consequence, getting sunburned for what seems like the first time in years, beaching with the grandkidz, beaching with the Southwick Knit-in girls, and just generally goofing off.</p> <p>I wanted to get myself a sit upon kayak but instead found these at LLBean and of course, could absolutely not walk away from the pink one so had to get the orange one too. There is a youtube video is you are interested http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPTb1XAKnzM</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/Sn3AeAEyDWI/AAAAAAAAAqE/iRo8P7DTUkc/s1600-h/CIMG0552%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="CIMG0552" alt="CIMG0552" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/Sn3AeRMh7-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/jzJVn5LLuBw/CIMG0552_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>I did finally find what I wanted for me. It weights 28# and is 8’ long, just like the kid’z kayaks. It is a dream to get in and out of, real comfy to ride in and great to paddle. It is actually considered an ocean kayak.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/Sn3AfUHH3eI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Wu6ppmZykIU/s1600-h/CIMG0567%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="CIMG0567" alt="CIMG0567" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/Sn3Af6bmDmI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/TkKASmYqCf0/CIMG0567_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>All three are made by <a href="http://www.pelicansport.com/">PelicanSport</a> out of Canada [where else?] The Kidz ones just carry the LLBean logo.</p> <p>Darling daughter planned a trip to NYC for herself and the children. I gracefully so no. SO, she mentioned it at work and they ended up being almost a bus load. I think she said there were twenty of them all together. Thankfully there was a deal on train tickets for the kidz.</p> <p>Zach had one thing in mind</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/Sn3AgBHTz6I/AAAAAAAAAqU/WY2pWYIw0Sk/s1600-h/est2%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="est2" alt="est2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/Sn3AgiFphDI/AAAAAAAAAqY/YHsCEcAaXyQ/est2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="134" height="90" /></a> </p> <p>Lexi adopted a baby at FAOSchwartz</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/Sn3Ag_1IB6I/AAAAAAAAAqc/8tWTk4v5ztY/s1600-h/getbaby%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="getbaby" alt="getbaby" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/Sn3AhPOV38I/AAAAAAAAAqg/ps0XgBSaaRE/getbaby_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="134" height="90" /></a> </p> <p>That was Thursday, Friday was all about grammie’s beach</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/Sn3Aha69mjI/AAAAAAAAAqk/FzZtEIsWPV8/s1600-h/lake%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="lake" alt="lake" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/Sn3Ahngm2gI/AAAAAAAAAqo/81T9t_u9_WQ/lake_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="134" height="90" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/Sn3Ah6TqNlI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Np48GUX0ELw/s1600-h/gotfrog%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="gotfrog" alt="gotfrog" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/Sn3AiRz1AzI/AAAAAAAAAqw/NAsMqflUBQ0/gotfrog_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="90" height="134" /></a> </p> <p>All I can say about that poor frog is that he/she/it had better move to another part of the lake. Every kid who goes to that beach catches him/her/it. I wonder if anyone has tried to kiss it? Maybe I’ll paddle my pea pod kayak over there tonight, take a couple of glasses of wine, a candle and ---------</p> <p>kiss the frog.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-39641644456989318522009-07-06T09:32:00.001-04:002009-07-06T09:32:15.059-04:00Happy Monday<p>The sun is shining through the slider on my back.  Dawg is laying by my side in a beamer.</p> <p>The kidz slept in this morning.  Believe it or not, I was the first one up today, grampy was second and the babes dragged themselves down last.  They got a good twelve hours last nite – so today should be a good day.</p> <p>These are the faces we <strike>like</strike> love to see at the breakfast table.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SlH81SCBSKI/AAAAAAAAAlw/HH2FpXKXi2g/s1600-h/CIMG0517%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="CIMG0517" border="0" alt="CIMG0517" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SlH813UVV8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/tiz6-PRMfMY/CIMG0517_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>  Ragamuffin Lexi with her pink cast.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SlH82WA3tnI/AAAAAAAAAl4/r6Dd8Uh9ibo/s1600-h/CIMG0519%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="CIMG0519" border="0" alt="CIMG0519" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SlH82m18Q6I/AAAAAAAAAl8/9IqoAwIw4Jo/CIMG0519_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>Zach contemplating the next spoonfull.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SlH83JoPwcI/AAAAAAAAAmA/xrOZw3xB-Qk/s1600-h/CIMG0520%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="CIMG0520" border="0" alt="CIMG0520" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SlH83ngGzhI/AAAAAAAAAmE/csv4BJLAgOQ/CIMG0520_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>Pooh asleep between bowls.</p> <p>Guess I need to reset the time stamp on the camera.</p> <p>We are already looking forward to going to the library at two.  Zach is out the door, going to push the hand mower up and down the hill.  Lexi, our independent one, suddenly needs Grammie to do up her shorts and tie her shoes.  She did brush her hair though.  The cast is getting in the way of life………………….  Our usual days at the beach may be a problem.  </p> <p>Hopefully I will get in some knitting time today and tomorrow whilst the kidz are here.  Truth be known though, my right hand is killing me from all the knitting, so a break would probably not be a bad idea.</p> <p>I am on the hunt for a ‘jumbo’ Sequence game – one that himself can see.  And, we need to get Zach a new reel.  He needs one that won’t magically get inself into a tangle at each cast.  Someone mentioned a Zebco.  </p> <p>Zach’s birthday is the 18th so I’ve got a while.  BUT in the same respect, it would be nice to have one here for the next two Sunday/Monday/Tuesday visits.  Maybe I’ll try to explain early gifts to him today.  Now to find one.  I know they can be had to Cabelas, but don’t relish a trip to East Hartford.  Hoping I can find one at Wally World.  Guess I’ll let my fingers do the walkin.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773051.post-20757379154233616802009-07-01T16:49:00.001-04:002009-07-01T16:49:31.779-04:00Just another rainy day in the hills of Western Massachusetts<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SkvLx8W98sI/AAAAAAAAAkU/70WXfvwORHM/s1600-h/CIMG0513%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="CIMG0513" border="0" alt="CIMG0513" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SkvLyedzVnI/AAAAAAAAAkc/N7pDgIOehy8/CIMG0513_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>It doesn’t look like much does it?  I’m hoping that it will look better when it’s not wet for blocking.  It’s <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/double-seed-stitch-cardigan-10">Double Seed Stitch Cardigan</a>, designed by Rosemary Drysdale for Tahki Stacy Charles. a/k/a Cotton Classic Cardigan.</p> <p>It is knit with, not Cotton Classic as the pattern suggests, but Berroco Comfort DK.  It has a much softer drape than the sample that we saw at <a href="http://www.yarn.com/">WEBS</a>. which was knit with the Cotton Classic.  I’m hoping that the switch in yarns, such a drastic one, was not a mistake.  It was an easy knit, and the Berroco Comfort is a joy to work with.  You and I know though that nylon and acrylic really don’t block.</p> <p>When was the last time, you as a child, or a parent said/heard “mom can I have that'?”  “mom will you buy that for me?”  “mom will you knit that for me?”  It was the last, will you that I heard from our daughter that day at WEBS.  Softy that I am, I said sure, lets pick out some yarn.  I really only took two weeks to knit, and a few hours to put together, with several weeks in between when it languished in my knitting basket waiting for me to be in the mood to get to that putting together. </p> <p>Today is her Birthday and it will be her present.  She won’t get it until tomorrow though.  She is partying with the work crowd after work and I’m playing cards tonight.  We both have our priorities.  Tomorrow I will bring the sweater and cake.</p> <p>I’ve got some goodies to share.  </p> <p>A friend, TOS gave me this tiny Doll House size crocheted afghan and quilt rack.  It was among the collection of her aunt, who probably made it.  That’s a dime for size.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SkvLzLrVeqI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ME_ypenBnT0/s1600-h/CIMG0499%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="CIMG0499" border="0" alt="CIMG0499" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SkvLztbjo3I/AAAAAAAAAkk/J0Nw4EtgKNo/CIMG0499_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SkvL0EaTGqI/AAAAAAAAAko/ZmFyxrLkmlU/s1600-h/CIMG0497%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="CIMG0497" border="0" alt="CIMG0497" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SkvL0thhnVI/AAAAAAAAAks/w0NdOuBCn1A/CIMG0497_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p>This is my Saturday pudding.  Served Saturday nite for company.  It’s Rhubarb Pudding Cake, a cinch to make and oh so good.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SkvL1fIVrHI/AAAAAAAAAkw/iACd5FBWNi4/s1600-h/CIMG0494%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="CIMG0494" border="0" alt="CIMG0494" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SkvL1_k9t3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/ie3X-rHVb3E/CIMG0494_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a>  </p> <p>I love my Polish pottery.  <a href="http://www.polishstoneware.com/">Zanger’s</a> warehouse is just down the road from our daughter’s house.  My car often pulls into their parking lot as I try to drive past.  It’s not far from I-91 in Windsor Locks, worth the stop I think.</p> <p>I’ve been talking about lace on Twitter.  Today I said that knitting lace is like trying to go uphill on ice with your Sunday school shoes on.  I’m working on the <em>easy</em> section of my first lace weight, lace project and spending lots of time tinking.  I’ve also read ahead in the instructions and am thinking that I am going to need some help.  Problem is, the yarn is Shadow from <a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/Knitting.cfm">Knit Picks</a>, so I can’t approach any LYS for help.  I’ve joined a lace group on Ravelry thinking they might be there to back me up.  I’m sure though, that if I just follow the line by line instructions I will be fine – I hope!</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SkvL2SbWopI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ETc-0jzmRTo/s1600-h/CIMG0003%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="CIMG0003" border="0" alt="CIMG0003" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jkP4LC5unZs/SkvL21LY1JI/AAAAAAAAAk8/3BbAtyEYLvs/CIMG0003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>Don’t drink and drive, don’t drink and lace.  </p> <p>Time to think about supper and then out to play cards.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13430514798587305904noreply@blogger.com