This is what happens when the cleaning lady puts a bag of trash in the can 2 days before the garbage truck comes. I left home @9:45 am the next day; this is what I found when I came home @ 2pm. The bears are getting bolder -- they usually only mess with the trash overnight.
Caution: this is what happens when you get dressed without turning on the light so as not to wake your spouse.
In the words of the immortal Red Green, "Safety first!"
And this is Smokey dismantling my vintage-1994 Gateway computer in order to recycle the recyclable bits. Farewell, old friend; you were my first Windows box.
I am currently in the midst of a yarn-caking drive. Every skein, no matter what kind, is gonna be wound into a center-pull cake.
Because I say so, that's why.
I prefer knitting from my own center-pull cakes to knitting from whatever configuration the yarn manufacturer uses. And, oddly enough, I enjoy playing with the stash almost as much as knitting it.
No before photos, but here are the sock yarn and the laceweight & fingering-but-not-necessarily-sock-yarn bins posing for their glamour shots after their respective winding binges were over.
Laceweight & fingering-but-not-necessarily-sock-yarn. Those are cedar balls resting atop the cakes, all the better to repel moths*. The other bins have blocks of cedar screwed to the underside of the cover (thanks, Smokey!) but I ran out of blocks before I ran out of bins.
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I stayed at Younger Son's apartment a couple weekends ago when I went to Yarnover (someday I will blog about Yarnover, too). He was in the midst of moving from his basement apartment to a third-floor one in the same complex**. I noticed some odd-ish decor items scattered about.
Aha, methought, blog fodder!
On the kitchen wall.
(formerly) on the bedroom wall.
On the desk.
Also on the desk.
Last, but not least, the deer skull he found in the woods back in middle school, and which inspired the greatest Halloween costume ever in the history of Halloween costumes***.
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Observed at the home of friend. Yes, Friend is a snorter when she laughs.
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During one of the warm spells this spring -- they come and go quickly, interspersed with cold, rain, snow, and tornado warnings -- we put the top down on Smokey's convertible and took the dogs with us when we went out for lunch.
Lucy The Senior Dog enjoying the view.
Misha The Formerly Timid Dog letting her ears blow in the breeze.
* Another advantage of storing yarn in cakes rather than skeins is that it limits the surface area available to an invading moth larvae. Ask me how I know.
** When I say "apartment complex", do not picture one of those suburban ghettos with a pool and a game/party room. This is four, three-and-a-half story brick buildings built in the 1920s that share a tiny parking lot and are entirely studio and one-bedroom apartments. It is situated at the edge of downtown Minneapolis and inhabited almost entirely by singles. They have communal barbecues in the parking lot and bi-weekly movie nights and go out for brunch en masse on Saturday mornings.
Here is the view from his new living room. That tall building at the right edge is where Al and Frannie Franken live.
*** Not sure if I ever blogged this. He found a deer skeleton in the woods and brought home as many of the bones as he could. He strung several on a piece of twine as a necklace, dangled several rib bones from the top of a staff he made from a sapling, and had me make a black hooded robe like one of the ringwraithes in Lord of the Rings. (The actual movie robes each had 35 yards of material. The one I made used somewhat less.) Best costume EVAH.
On Monday night I got ready for my 13+ hour stint at the polls: wind four skeins of Shibui Silk Cloud into cakes, divide those cakes into twelve equal smaller cakes, put each one into its own little plastic bag so they wouldn't tangle, do a provisional cast on, and knit the first inch or two of this gorgeous thing:
By the time I left the polls on Tuesday it was about 14" (35cm) long. But the next day I discovered that I had an error in the seed stitch about an inch back, so I began to tink. You can imagine how much fun it was to tink that mohair/silk yarn.
See the cut in the yarn at the top of the photo? That happened when I was about halfway to the first error and I had begun to cut -- very carefully, I thought -- the sticky fibers that were making it so hard to tink.
Crap. Gonna have to tink back an extra few rows.
I was working on this in the car on the way to Rice Lake, about an hour away and where Smokey had an appointment at the VA clinic. We were giving another person a ride; when we dropped off Smokey at the clinic, I got out of the back seat and walked around to the driver's seat.
Unbeknownst to me, my yarn was hooked around my foot.
What I found when I picked up my knitting again.
I am not sure what I am going to do. Right now the project is sitting in time out to consider its sinful ways. Unwinding three strands of heavily twisted mohair might just be more than I want to tackle. Maybe this will be a short cowl that does not loop twice around the neck. Stay tuned.
Lately I've gained a new appreciation for a '70s band called the Doobie Brothers, so I was delighted to read that they were coming to Minnesota for 4-day rock festival called Moondance Jam, near Park Rapids.
I went to their site and saw that Peter Frampton and Huey Lewis would also be there, plus many other bands I have never heard of. I was initially excited to go.
That initial enthusiasm was tempered by several things:
One day ticket prices of $100 each;
Shaded campsites for $300, 3-day minimum;
Lawn chair passes (required) for $25 each;
Lots of walking from the campsites to the stages that caused my knees to ache just thinking about it;
The realization that the concert was in mid-July and it will probably be too hot for our tastes;
The realization that the crowd will probably be on their feet most of the time and I can't stand up for long periods because of back pain so I wouldn't see much.
So I decided instead to buy several used CDs on eBay for $5 each that feature the Doobies and Mr. Lewis, and later this month we will attend a free show just 30 miles away at Turtle Lake Casino that features my favorite comic, Emo Philips.
Perhaps, as Huey Lewis claims. "It's hip to be square", but it's hell to get old.
I gave The Jokester and her daughter a ride to Wal-Mart again yesterday.
Not The Jokester. Nor her daughter.
Joke the first. The fire chief noticed that the little girl next door was fixing up her red wagon to look like a fire truck. It had a hose and a bucket and a little ladder, and she had tied her cat to the front handle to pull it.
It was so cute that he went over to compliment her on her tiny fire truck. But when he looked more closely, he noticed that the wagon was not tied to the kitteh's neck or collar, as he had expected, but instead was tied to its nuts.
"Why is that?" he asked. "Wouldn't it be better to tie the wagon to the cat's collar?"
"Oh, no," she said. "Then I wouldn't have the siren!"
Joke the second. Two little old ladies went for a walk in the park. After a while they got tired, so they sat down on a handy bench, and lit up to have a smoke while they rested. But soon it started raining. One lady took a condom out of her purse, cut a little hole in the end, and put it over her cigarette. She was able to sit and smoke without her cigarette getting wet from the rain.
The second lady, who was rather sheltered and naive, said, "What is that thing? And where could I get one?"
"It's called a condom, and you can get them at the pharmacy."
The next day lady #2 went to the drugstore and asked the pharmacist for a condom. He said, "What size?"
She replied, "One that fits on a Camel."
Joke the third. (She told me this one was a favorite when she was in the nursing home after breaking her hip.) A young woman was going to visit her granny in the nursing home when her car hit a patch of ice and slid into the ditch. Happily, a man in a long trench coat jumped out of her trunk and began directing traffic so that the gawking drivers didn't run into each other. Soon there was a massive traffic jam, with cars backed up in both directions.
A sheriff's deputy arrived and demanded to know what was going on. The young woman explained about the ice and pointed to her car in the ditch.
"Who is that man in the trench coat directing traffic?" the deputy asked.
One of my volunteer is to give rides to people who are disabled or carless or who perhaps just don't drive in the winter. A local nonprofit organizes the effort, and we volunteers take people to medical appointments and the grocery store and the food shelf and the dollar store.
The elderly lady I took today -- she is 80 if she is a day but still sharp -- likes to tell jokes. Here are the three she told me.
An elderly couple were sitting eating breakfast, and the wife remarked, "We used to sit and eat breakfast just like this 50 years ago."
The husband replied, "Yes, but back then we were buck nekkid!"
She said, "Well, let'd do it that way again, just for old time's sake." And so they trouped back upstairs, took off their clothes, and returned to the breakfast table.
After a minute, the wife said, "Honey, my nipples are just as hot now as they were back then!"
The husband said, "Well, duh! One is in your coffee and the other is in your oatmeal!"
The pastor goes to visit an elderly woman in his congregation. As she is getting coffee and cookies in the kitchen, he admires the beautiful bouquet on her electric organ. Then he notices that, right in the center, is a condom. When she returns from the kitchen, he asks her about it.
"Oh, that," she says. "I was walking in the park and I found this little foil packet on the ground. I opened it, and the instructions said, 'Place on your organ to prevent disease.' So I did, and I haven't had so much as a sniffle all year!"
...and when I remember the third joke she told me, I'll let y'all know.
The Bloggess did a post about what she found when she did the name meme -- google your own first name with "meme" after it. Since I kinda wanted to keep posting regularly and I needed something to blog about, I thought I would try it and report the results.
Because I know y'all really, really want to know.
It turns out that by far the most common image for this meme is Capt. Kathryn Janeway of Star Trek: Voyager. I approve of that.