Monday, July 27, 2009
Saturday afternoon knitting was fun despite the curiously missing Mrs. Sable. Just Kitty Mommy and Mousy Linda and I. I finished the striped Socketta socks and cast on a new pair of Treks. Saturday night was devoted to work although it was a bit tricky since my computer got ‘the vap-ahs’ literally and went belly up on me. I’ve narrowed it down to an overheating problem. Will blow it out with canned air again tonight and investigate further.
Sunday I went with a friend to Olbrich to see the blooming butterflies. It was sooooo cool! The display boxes before you go in the conservatory were AMAZING. So many shapes and sizes and all of the rich colors were incredible. They have been releasing 1,000 butterflies a week in the conservatory. We saw quite a few and the monarchs were their normal friendly selves landing on our shirts. I was disappointed that they didn’t have more tropical species, just the garden variety ones mainly, but they sure were beautiful in amongst all of the tropical plants.
On Sunday evening, I saw something drop on my patio. I investigated and found that it was the feathery liner from the barn swallows nest in the eaves on my patio. It had two eggs in it and so I went and dug out my little stepladder and tried to slip it back in the nest since the mom and dad swallow were freaking out. No way could I reach it, so I went to the neighbors and borrowed Jason’s tallness to come over and replace the eggs. He did and all was well with the world. I was feeling pretty special about being able to help Old Ma Nature out….Until I saw the swallows dig the liner out again and fly off with it. Apparently the eggs weren’t viable and they were doing a bit of housekeeping. What I mistook for parental anguish over lost eggs was actually little birdy outrage at the dumb humans that has essentially dumped the vacuum cleaner bag back in the middle of their just cleaned nursery floor. Guess they figured that they’d better lug it far enough off so that I couldn’t find it to replace it again. Mama is back in there today so I’m guessing there are other eggs in there. When am I ever going to learn?
Today I met my new neighbor Brody. He’s a teeny, tiny blue heeler puppy that belongs to the neighbors behind me. He was putting up quite a fuss this morning and so I nabbed his Dad when I saw him stop home at lunch and offered to check in on the wee lad when he gets too rowdy. He fits in the palm of one hand. How much trouble can he be? LOL
And today it’s back to work where I’ve been creating madness and mayhem by placing a bunch of firecracker chocolate (dark chocolate with chipotle, sea salt and pop rocks) on the treat table. Unlabeled. It’s pretty good but that first encounter with it is a kicker! Heh Heh Heh! It’s almost gone, once again proving that they will eat anything! Will post butterfly pics when my home computer is up and running!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
One thing that helped me with the angst this week is this photo which friend Terri sent on down from Minnesota. It's my favorite grandson William. How can you not smile when you see that face!
And here's another thing that makes me happy. This is my BubberKev, his new bride Shiela and her daughters. He's got a great life now and is happy-yadda yadda yadda. Nut the important bit is that on July 13th I got a new sister and three new nieces! It's all about ME!
In between social engagements and chores, I've been carving out an hour each night to watch the Torchwood miniseries on BBC. It SO exceeds my expectations which were high to begin with. The Universe knew that allowing me to watch Captain Jack every night this week and capping it off with a new Doctor Who on Saturday would keep me from plunging from the dangerous ledge that has been my week!
I've also devoted that hour to finishing the bits and bobs of socks I've got going. Just turned the heel on the next to last pair . I've got those going, a pine needle breadbasket, spinning and my swirly scarf but I still want to start two new projects-a baby surprise jacket and a Moon River scarf. I will NOT give in to temptation, but it's killing me!!!
Anyway, off to vacuum before Torchwood comes on. Here is a gratuitous cute dog picture. This is Fritz, Ben's buddy. He's the one that got Ben 'Stinky the Roadkill Skunk'. He's got a haircut right now, but when his hair is long, he looks just like a movie star dog. Say it with me...AWWWWW!
Monday, July 20, 2009
Friend D and I went to the Mt. Horeb Art Fair on Saturday where we sampled Norwegian pastries, got our hands hennaed and bought fancy shirts. It was a lot of fun despite the cool temps and sprinkles. Lots of jewelry this year. Every other booth was beads. And I didn’t buy any. I know. It’s the first sign of the apocalypse. The second would be me getting an real tattoo!
I was a Busy Bee yesterday, cooking, cleaning, spinning and knitting. I got the second sock done for this pair.
And sock number one finished for this pair.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Anyway, I promised to tell you the story of picking up Ben's toys and I know both of you have been waiting with baited breath so here goes. For about a year now, I've been trying to teach Ben to pick up his own toys each night. Every night we go through the ritual where I pick up each of the stinking six giggabillion toys strewn around, one by one, and say, 'Pick up your toooooyyyysss' in a sing-songy voice and then place them back in his toy basket . For a year, he has sat and watched me without much interest at all except to stare pointedly at one that's still resting on the floor as if to say, 'You missed one over there!' But, ever the optimist, I keep up the ritual, thinking one day, an errant brain cell will fire and he will 'get it', thus confirming his status as the bessess one evah, yes he is, he's just a big schmmooopy...he's mama's bessess boy, oh yes he is.....er...ahem. Anyway. So far nada. At least in the toy department.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Someone put a roadkill skunk on my car the other day. I went down to the parking garage and it was hanging from my side mirror in a plastic bag. Since it's a security locked building, I suspected it was an inside job. It was. Fritz, the little Westie upstairs left it for him. Big fan apparently. I think that completes Ben's collection of flat animals now: squirrel (Flat Eddie), rabbit (F00-Foo), Beaver (Beavus) part of a fox (MJ-may the rest of him rest in peace) and now a skunk (Stinky). Stinky's not actually stinky yet, being new to Chez Bee and all. But if he goes the path of the other flat animals, it's only a matter of time. Ben knows them all by name and if he is playing with one and you ask him for a different one he happily goes to get it. Yeah, he lives one tough life that guy! Remind me to tell you next time about him learning to 'pick up his toys'!
There has been knitting. I have been working on the Swirl Scarf pattern. This is a God Awful Picture (heretofore know as a 'GAP'. I just invented that and now I'm trying to get it to catch on), so try to imagine it: #1. Finished. #2. Blocked within an inch of it's life. Yeah, I know it takes a super Power imagination, but try, O.K.? The pattern is pretty simple once you get the hang if it, but, for me at least, there was a steep learning curve at first as to casting on additional hexagons since it's all worked in one piece. You pick up edges, cast more on and knit the hexagons in the round. Yeah. I know. I've finally got it licked though. It doesn't make me swear near as much as it used to.
Well, Mr. Ben and I are going out to find a movie to watch. We can't sit out on our patio because it's covered with these creepy crawlies which is kind of like a horror movie unto itself. I like cute and fuzzy caterpillars but these are the Darth Vadar Menacing Kind. They aren't shy either. When we go out, they all swarm towards us. Thanks the Big Guy that at this point in my life I am still able enough to outrun them. Anyone know the name of these horrors that will no doubt sneak in tonight and spin me into a big cocoon ? Any Darth Vadar Menacing Kind repellent suggestions?
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Restoreth the soul....
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Before the snow covers them up, Mr. Ben and I toured the neighborhood to enjoy the sudden bouquet that has bloomed in every available green space. I don't know diddley about 'real' flowers in gardens and such, but I do so love me the 'weeds' that grow in the fields and ditches:
Queen Anne's Lace