Wednesday, September 27, 2006

WTF Wed. 9/27

This pit bull has been with us for awhile now, recovering from a broken pelvis. ( Hit by a car. ) If she's awake, she's wagging her tail. Adorable, photogenic Eugenia,
she was already prominently displayed in the hospital's photo album, when I took this picture today, showing her inspecting her own portrait.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Anything Can Happen Day

Flashback : remember the Mickey Mouse Show? Four days a week had a specific theme, and then there was anything can happen day. That's the only one I remember. Was there a Spin and Marty day...? Frontier Day?

The title is because I think it's entirely possible that I'm getting the hang of this shawl thingy. Apprehensive at first to commit to something so time-consuming - What if I can't do it? What if I get bored? What if it's unbearably ugly? - I remembered that "failures" are now "learning experiences" and I'll probably get better at spinning, if nothing else. And this has proved to be so. The yarn is more consistant. Predictable, even.

Another worrying-point was that it would not be done in time to be worn on my up-coming vacation; now I'm shooting for spinning enough yarn to make this my take-along-on-vacation-project.

Started my day with a trip to the dentist. Two fillings. $254.

Good news of the day : Zoloft goes generic.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Fri Eye Candy

This noble, dignified fellow was photographed after a minor automobile accident ( he was not driving ), just before he was transported to the Wildlife Rehabilitation Center in Waynesboro.

I've reached my PGL (personal greyhound limit) for the weekend. Pearl and Lucy have Stella the foster sister, and we are babysitting Hannah, Sophie, Milo, Dolly, and Razzle.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

WTF Wednesday, 9/20

Monday, September 18, 2006


The least-fun part of airline travel is not, for me, waiting in the security lines. One can knit in a security line, or even spin with a hand spindle. All that is required is the ability to shuffle along.

When waiting at the luggage carousel, however, you have to keep a sharp lookout for the subtle differences between your black suitcase and everyone else's black suitcase. Vain as I am of my ability to travel with only carry-on baggage, the recent ban on liquids and gels had me rethinking things.

This lilac suitcase jumped out at me at Target. It made me laugh. I'm sure everyone else will laugh when it pops up on the carousel.

The flyswatter included for scale. It's also been my personal sidearm lately. Mosquitoes big as grasshoppers knock on the door and come right in, due to the recent monsoons.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Friday Eye Candy

No facts to report. Burned out. The mind is blank.

But who doesn't like kittens?

Thursday, September 14, 2006

My Birthday

One of the few domestic chores I like is hanging out the laundry. I was engaged in this pleasant activity Saturday morning when I noticed grass coming up in the new swamp I call my back yard. I saw the dew on the ends of the new blades, and scampered inside for the camera.

It was my birthday. I was going to do whatever I wanted. Then the phone rang.

"Ah, hello, this is assisted living. Your mother is, um, usually pretty feisty, but she's been, ah, somewhat mellow, so we were concerned, and we are having her taken to the emergency room. Will you be able to meet her there? "

So I spent the day, and most of the evening, as referee between Mom and the nurses. The ER doctor said she had pneumonia; she insisted that she did not. " What, more blood!? What for? Another x-ray? When do I get out of this place? Where's my own doctor? "

When the Real Doctor showed up, Mom said, in the same breath, " Thank God you're here!...Why weren't you here sooner?! "

Her doctor discharged her, and a mere two hours later we were on our way. She was happy as a clam, and when she got back to her little assisted living apartment,she stretched out on the bed and was instantly asleep.

The clothes spent the night on the clothesline. I wasn't going out there in the dark, with spiders lurking among the socks.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Eye Candy Friday

Pictures now, text later.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Guard Dogs

Here's Lucy and Stella, carefully observing my across-the-street neighbor, confirming that she is making no false moves as she waits for her ride to church.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

I Know Why They Called it The Dark Ages

When I lived in a Fan District apartment, I had a gas water heater, gas cooking stove, and a woodstove for heat. Power failures didn't slow me down at all. Now I live in a house just outside of the city, and my daily routine is at the mercy of every passing storm. (Whimper. Whine.)

Friday night was alright - enough hot water for a shower; dinner out, knitting by candlelight. By Saturday morning the novelty had worn off. I bought a propane camp stove, and wondered if I could heat enough water for a bath. Lucy and I stretched out on the couch to ponder the matter further, and the phone woke us. It was the cheerful, sympathetic robot voice of the power company, telling me the power was back on. Civilization has returned. Chaos is averted...til the next time...