Closeness

Seen at Jessalu‘s:

Take a look around you. Apart from your computer and its peripherals, and your computer desk/table/milk crate and chair, what, in order of their physical closeness, are the five things nearest to you right now:

  1. Stainless steel, thermal coffee mug from Starbucks
  2. Red Lamy fountain pen
  3. Block-pad of paper from Drew University
  4. Manila folder of, you know, work stuff
  5. Telephone

(I know, it’s hard to figure out, but I’m writing this at work! Had I been home, the list would probably have been: Chappy, Bed tray-table, a book, spinning wheel, shelf of family photos.)

I know, my entries have been kind of scattered lately–hopping across subjects, more memes and quizzes than are my usual wont. That’s mostly because there just doesn’t seem to be any dramatic progress on my knitting projects, and you can only show so many pictures of “here’s a fraction of a sleeve!” without getting really boring. In fact, I’m past the halfway mark on the second sleeve of my Celtic Dreams, and the rows are getting blissfully shorter, and so I’m getting more rows done each sitting. So–I’m getting there, I’m just not there yet!

Same with the Peacock Stole. I’m on row 193 (I think) and have been averaging about 4 rows a night. Which isn’t a lot, especially when you consider the stole is only 126 stitches wide. But while I’m working on it, my main goal right now is to finish CD, so it’s getting the bulk of my knitting attention. I haven’t been neglecting my Trekking socks, either–I’ve turned the heel and so am past the halfway point on that sock, too . . . just . . . well . . . Celtic Dreams!

I’ve also gotten an unusual amount of reading done so far this month. Counting two knitting-pattern books (which, I’ll admit, aren’t big on the “wordiness” issue), I’ve finished 18 books so far this month. Eighteen. And it’s only the 14th. And–this was funny/ironic, I thought–on Monday, I finished “Mountains Beyond Mountains” by Tracy Kidder, the true story of Dr. Paul Farmer and his efforts to bring medicine and health care to Haiti, to fight multi-drug-resistant TB in Peru and Russian prisons. An amazing man. (I was so impressed, that I made a donation to his charity, Partners in Health before I’d even finished the last page.) And then, last night’s “House” repeat on Fox was about a world-famous TB-doctor who gets sick . . . ironic timing, huh?

Hey, speaking of “closeness,” I got an email from my best friend Dawn last night–she’s coming back home to NJ on Saturday, until the 26th. It’s been months since I’ve seen her, so I’m pretty excited about that. I’ve known her since the first week of school in 3rd grade . . . so . . . 31 years now. (Although, we didn’t become “best” friends until I was in 8th grade.) That 3000-mile distance thing is a pain, though . . . so, I’m looking forward to getting actually to see her.

Just Right

img_2632  Lucky Chappy! He got a book called the “Chappaquiddick Lullaby” today, which has his name all the way through it AND is inscribed by the author just to us. How nifty is that, huh? (Okay, he’s a little confused that the book refers to him as a “she,” but I explained the author meant the island not him, so….) It even comes with a CD with the “Chappy Song,” sung by Kate Taylor (sister of James Taylor.) He’s really very excited . . . though since it’s a lullaby just for him, it’s making him kind of sleepy.

There’s been some confusion about Chappy’s size. I’ve been asked several times how big he actually is, and people lucky enough to actually meet him usually say, “Oh, he’s so much bigger/smaller than I thought he would be!” (Depending, of course, on what they were thinking.)

So, maybe this will help:

img_2634  He’s bigger than a bread-box.

img_2657  But he’s smaller than a roll-top computer desk.

img_2638  His chin is just about knee-high.

img_2645  He’s bigger than the other dogs in the house.

img_2649  Of course, I always look up to him.

img_2635  His height, when slouching, is about 18″. (For the record, his weight is about 35 lbs.)

license  Although, his Driver’s license says he’s 2′ high. (Please note that he’s a member of D.A.D.D. Dogs don’t let dogs drive drunk!) (I love how the “PMV” states that dogs should not bark and drive, and that some dogs should not drive.)

img_2651  And, anyway, I think he’s just right!

Nothing

So, really, I’ve got nothing tonight. It’s been a quiet Sunday. Walk with Mom and Chappy. Beautiful weather. Some knitting. Some reading. (I’m just finishing up my 14th book of the month–that’s bound to slow down soon!) Laundry. Paid my car insurance. Mom and I finished reading our Vacation Book from last month (Harry Potter #6). That’s about it. It’s been a lovely day, but not exactly exciting. Hope yours was a good one, too!


A co-worker’s sister-in-law did get her Green Card on Friday, though. So, let’s just say this is in her honor:


You Passed the US Citizenship Test


Congratulations – you got 10 out of 10 correct!
Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?

Three-fer Saturday

img_1281 So, let’t see. I accomplished three, knitterly things today.

First, it’s Worldwide Knit in Public day today. I didn’t do anything elaborate, or with one of the groups organized just for this purpose, but I DID knit in public. I started off in a coffeeshop, just like I did last year. (What can I say? Starting Saturday off with coffee is a tradition.)

Second, the Amazing Lace. The second challenge is to do extreme-lace knitting. Not being a particularly “extreme” person, I figured trying to concentrate on the Peacock pattern in a crowded Starbucks on a Saturday morning, while carrying on a conversation with my Mom, was about as extreme as it was going to get. Granted, this “entry” isn’t going to win me any prizes, but hey. At least I was working on my lace, right?

img_1297_1  And, what’s this, in the distance?

img_1299_1 Trekking. No doubt of it.

There’s me, Chappy, and my Trekking 102 sock, taking a break in the middle of our hike (well, walk, really) for a spot of knitting.

We did this at Loanataka Park, our favorite park. (Pronounced, incidentally, Lo-AN-a-ka). It covers 570 acres and has over 5 miles of trails–paved and unpaved–for biking, walking, horseback-riding . . . whatever. When I was still in college (Drew University), just a mile or two away, I even came to the park to study. I’d drive down in my VW Golf, open all the windows, pop open the hatchback, lean the backseats forward, and then stretch out in the back with my books.

img_1287  Chappy enjoys a chance to splash around in the stream. A lot of people let their dogs off-leash there, so they can run and splash to their hearts’ content, but I don’t think that’s fair. (I have had wet, muddy-pawed dogs come running up and jump a friendly hello on me–which is bad enough when it’s my dog, but rude in all others.) Besides, while Chappy enjoys a chance to get his feet wet–especially on hot days–he never stays in the water for more than a couple minutes.

It’s a good park for meeting other dogs, too. Today we met a 14-week old Cockapoo named Max, who was delighted to find another dog that would play with him a little. (Chappy is excellent around puppies.) We met a friendly black lab who took a break from playing with its kids to say hello to another dog. And we met an Irish Water Spaniel named Oliver that looked like a larger, much-curlier version of Chappy. On the “curl scale,” Chappy’s curls are about a 3–a step up from wavy, but not that tight, kinky kind of curl. Well, Oliver was a 4, but otherwise, their color was the same, their faces and eyes remarkably similar, and except for Oliver having a long tail, they looked like they could have been brothers.

img_1302_1  All in all, it’s been a lovely day. The weather was beautiful. No higher than 70-degrees, and breezy, and sunny. SUCH a nice change over the last week! Chappy’s exhausted, in a good, fresh-air-and-exercise kind of way. (For that matter, a nap sounds pretty good to me, too.) I’ve done almost nothing since we got home at 1:00 except read and relax. Which, in my book, makes this an awfully nice day!

Halves

img_2605_1 It’s been a while since I showed you my lace knitting, so here’s a somewhat mediocre picture . . . something about the blue Zephyr lace spread out over the red ottoman . . . unless you enlarge it (and, please do), it just kind of looks like a purple haze. But still, you can see the progress.

The Peacock Stole has been acting rather diva-ish the last few times I’ve taken her out of the knitting bag . . . which has led to her being promptly returned to the knitting bag. In fact, tonight, I stopped one pattern-repeat from the end of the row and just shoved her back while I pulled out my Celtic Dreams instead. But then I felt kind of badly about the rudeness, and we made up . . . she forgave me right after I knitted four rows. (Is it perhaps a mistake that I’ve been letting my knitting browse the internet while I’m at work? I think my peacock stole has taken quite a shine to Dolores.)

One thing I do definitely like is that, since this is a rectangular, stole version, the rows stay the same length all the time. No sneaky, triangular growth so that each night you find yourself knitting fewer and fewer rows. I do like that! There are some quibbles with the pattern, though–all my own problem, not the wonderful Fiddlesticks shawl pattern. But since I’m knitting this straight, I’m just knitting the “repeats,” the chart sections between the red lines . . . none of the shaping parts that would go into the growing corners. Which is fine, and is working out well . . . except for at the very beginning and end of each row, when I have to actually stop and think about whether I should do a decrease or yarn-over called for in the pattern, or would it throw off the rest of the row. (Since, of course, the original pattern might have a YO just on the other side of the repeat, so that if I do a decrease, I’ll actually be short a stitch . . . or whatever.) Anyway, it’s caused us some issues, but we’re getting along now.

I’m on row 174, which means I’ll be starting the last “pattern” chart next. So, really, progress is being made . . . although I have to admit, as always, I’m dreading having to do the whole thing a second time.

img_2608 Second sock. Second sleeve. Second cardigan front. Second stole-panel. Why does it seem lately that everything I’m knitting comes in pairs? (grin)

Here you can see the progress on my second Celtic Dreams sleeve after, what, three nights of knitting? Yes, I can hear you squinting–there’s not much to see, just barely past an inch long. (Sigh) Of course, my continuing issues with 16″ needles didn’t help. My hands really aren’t that large . . . they’re a decent size with longish fingers, but not particularly large, and yet, managing to hold those short needles is hard. The grip always makes my hands hurt. And so I’m going to do this entire sleeve with the magic loop method. I switched the needle over tonight . . . well, it took two tries. I knit one row onto the longer needle and then stupidly turned the work, knit back on the same two needles and ended up with all the stitches on that 16″ needle again! (Sheesh. You know, the fact that I went on after that to have that little “chat” with diva-peacock says a lot about how tiredly stupid I was at that point, wouldn’t you say?)

Oh well. I also added another book to the library today–”Last-Minute Gifts.” It was on sale for a great price at Overstock.com (as was the first season DVD of the “Dog Whisperer”), and I figured that maybe there’d be a pattern or two in there to help use up some of my stash . . . you know, if I ever get the endless sleeves done. I don’t know that I love it, but I’ve seen worse pattern books, so….

img_2609 Anyway, it’s been another rainy day–though not quite so miserably dark and gray as yesterday–so that’s two days in a row that Chappy hasn’t gotten out for a walk. Unfortunately, I don’t think chewing on his chocolate-scented Nylabone isn’t quite enough of a substitute.

Frankly, I’m just glad that tomorrow’s Friday. The weather is supposed to be better this weekend, which is good news. Not only will I likely get out for a walk (hopefully with my Trekking socks!), but Risa’s sister is getting married, and who wants a rainy wedding day?

Random

Just a few random things tonight:

1. We knitters/crafters are obviously more powerful than we thought–Mr. Etherknitter is finally growing some bone!

2. If you haven’t made a donation to Cara’s Heifer International fund for her Spin-Out, now is the time. Her fabulous list of donated prizes has just jumped to a whole ‘nother level with a donated Majacraft Suzie wheel from the Fold. (So generous, but when you consider how much STR she’s helped them sell… Still, it’s better than a finder’s fee, huh?)

3. Speaking of generosity, charity, and fabulous prizes, don’t forget Claudia’s MS Ride. She’s already raised over $12,000 . . . Wow!

4. Shelley posted one of the most hilarious pictures I’ve ever seen, of her new puppy Banjo playing with the hose.

5. Have you seen Wendy ‘s (Knit and Tonic) new Jan pattern? So adorable. I don’t have a little girl to knit for, but oh boy, what a cute, retro little dress.

6. It’s my sister’s birthday today. Unfortunately, she had lousy, drenching, wet weather. My parents went up for dinner, though, and it sounds like they had a ice time.

7. Um, this man is apparently trying to live on monkey chow . . . heck, I don’t even feed my dog with kibble! I can’t imagine just eating that kind of diet myself.

8. A vaccine for Alzheimer’s that can help restore memory?? That’s promising….

9. Some really beautiful photos of Tornadoes.

10. And lastly, why didn’t they have somebody as entertaining at Stephen Colbert speak at my college graduation? This speech is brilliant.

High School Daze

So, all four of the packages I mailed last week arrived safe and sound–phew! Always good to know. I finished the sleeve on my Celtic Dreams and laboriously picked up all the stitches for sleeve number two. I know, that doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it took me almost half an hour to get those first two rows knitted. Tomorrow, though, I promised my Peacock Stole a chance to get out of the knitting bag. It’s only fair–for such a diva, she’s been remarkably patient these last few days.

Oh! So, you know that there’s been all ths hubbub about today’s date being 06-06-06. Now, I don’t take any stock in that superstition, BUT, while I was driving home at lunchtime, I was passed by two ambulances with flashing lights that were followed by a hearse! (Talk about ambulance chasers!) But, you know, okay. BUT on my way back to work, I was right behind a black car with a license plate D-E-V-E-L. That was a little freaky. I wouldn’t have noticed it on any other day, but that was pretty bizarre. I mentioned it to a coworker and she said, “I bet he was getting honked at a lot today.” I looked at her and said, “Would you?” and she laughed. (It doesn’t really pay to take chances, right?) And then there was the moment my computer froze, and when my Internet Explorer screen came up, it was missing a few icons and showing 6s instead . . . Hmmm . . . Maybe I am feeling just a little superstitious after all!

(And, tell me honestly, did I use enough exclamation points in that paragraph? Because I could go back and add a few if you think it could use them….)

Anyway, to finish out the entry–why not, I’ll do the High School meme that’s floating around. I’ll even do the yearbook picture (though I much prefer my college photo.)


img_2598 1. Who was your best friend? Dawn. I’ve known her since I was in third grade, we became best friends when I was in eighth grade, and even though she’s 3000 miles away and I only hear from her a couple times a year, I still consider her my best friend.

2. What sports did you play? Um, yeah, right. Does Forensics count? No? Then, moving on….

3. What kind of car did you drive? Well, it’s certainly not like I had my own! But when Mom would share (which, to be fair, she was pretty good about), it was her Buick Century.

4. It’s Friday night, where were you at? At home, probably on the phone with Dawn. Or reading. Or at my part-time job.

5. Were you a party animal? Not in my wildest dreams. Not in high school. Not in college. (See note above about reading.)

6. Were you considered a flirt? Not even a little!

7. Ever skip school? Not even once. In fact, my senior year, I had perfect attendance. (Don’t ask me why.)

8. Ever smoke? No.

9. Were you a nerd? Probably. Considering my extracurriculars were chorus, drama, and Forensics, well . . .

10. Did you get suspended/expelled? Never.

11. Can you sing the Alma Mater? I’m not even sure we had one. I don’t remember ever hearing a school song. Ever. I do, however, still remember the song from Junior High.

12. Who was your favorite teacher? Mrs. Malarek for AP English, Mr. Eckstein for Chorus.

13. Favorite class? Basically, the classes that those two favorite teachers taught. Computer programming (FORTRAN language!) didn’t exactly compare.

14. What was your school’s full name? Morris Knolls Regional High School.

15. School mascot? Golden Eagle

16. Did you go to Prom? No. I went to my Junior Prom and had a miserable time. My best friend, however, who was a year behind me DID go to my Senior prom. Go figure!.

17. If you could go back and do it over, would you? No. College, sure. High school? No. The best that can be said about it is that it was an improvement over Junior High.

img_2602 18. What do you remember most about graduation? How soggy the football field was. We were the first class to have an outdoor graduation ceremony on the new field and it had been raining all week. They laid plywood over the muddiest spots for us to walk over to get our diplomas.

19. Favorite memory of your senior year? Um . . .

20. Were you ever posted up on the senior wall? Like everyone else, I have no idea what this means.

21. Did you have a job your senior year? Yes, a part-time job in the card department of Epstein’s Department Store in Morristown. It was boring as anything, and I’d sneak my reading in with me. In fact, I remember my English teacher coming in one night while I was reading Ibsen’s “The Doll House” for her class the next day.

22. Who did you date? No-one. (Hmm, not much has changed there!)

23. Where did you go most often for lunch? The library. I helped out in the magazine section, did my homework, and ate granola bars for lunch. I don’t think I stepped foot in the cafeteria more than three times my entire high school career.

24. Have you gained weight since then? Maybe a few pounds, but not more than ten.

25. What did you do after graduation? Went home for a “party” of my four-member family and my best friend and her Mom. Yep. Exciting!

26. When did you graduate? 1985.

Well!

img_2579 Knitters are nice people! I got two little packages in the mail today.

First, from Lisa of Knitting by the Sea, a skein of fluffy white yarn. See, in my Summer of Stash exceptions, I cited the possibility of making Baby Ugg booties, and that if I decided too, well, it would be for a gift and had to be allowed. Well, Lisa had extra white stuff, and offered it to me, and how could I say no? Hey, it was helping HER with HER stash, right? Really, I was doing her a favor. So really, Lisa? You’re welcome! I’m so glad I could help. (Okay, really, thank you. And those two teabags look yummy, too.)

img_2582 And then, I got a “thank you gift” from Jennifer, who I gifted in the Knitter’s Tea Swap. Wasn’t that nice of her?? All these adorable little handmade things–a little bag with a zipper, a flower pin, a tissue holder, a few sheepy notecards, and some cute, tiny little pins. Wow, Jennifer you really didn’t need to do that, but thank you! I know you said you were sending me a thank you, but I’m blown away.

img_2584 Here’s a look at my knitting progress.

The first sleeve on my Celtic Dreams is almost done. So close, in fact, that I would have pushed forward if it weren’t for two things. First, my fingers were tired . . . which I could have ignored except that (second) I’ve only got about a yard left on this skein. Between having to add in another skein and finger-fatigue, I’m going to be wise and let the remaining 10 rows wait until tomorrow.

img_2587 It’s frustrating that it’s so close, though. I really want to get this done, already. I haven’t been able to get my knitting bag closed since I started the sleeve, and it’s gotten rather heavy. My poor lace project is languishing at the bottom of the bag, too. Usually I rotate pretty evenly between projects, but I’m so anxious to have this sweater done . . . I’m loving making it, by the way. The cables are gorgeous, the pattern is interesting, but it’s big. It’s bulky. I’ve been working on it for two months now, and I’m ready to move on to other things. Something lighter would be nice . . . lace would be excellent! Or, say a Green Gable sweater . . . (grin)

img_2595 When my fingers are tired and cranky from the thick cables on tiny needles, though, I have been working on my Trekking sock. (Small yarn on small needles–much better!) It’s about an inch or so away from getting the heel turned, and looks lovely in its shades of gray, camel, and cream. Very neutral. Very lovely. Very subtle. And wow, very soft!

And, oh yes. It’s Lizzy B‘s fault.

L is for . . .

img_2555 img_2554 img_2556 img_2561 img_2565 img_2568 img_2570 img_2572

L is for Library.

img_2551  Currently, my library has 2,752 books, of which I’ve read all but 35.

img_2532  About 100 of them are in the cases in my bedroom (with the perpetually-unfinished quilt). These tend to be favorite books, favorite authors, or books I’ve read multiple times and like to keep close by.

img_2533  There’s also a bookcase in my closet (usually hidden behind a quilt rack), filled with childhood favorites like L.M. Montgomery, Frances Hodgson Burnett, Louisa May Alcott, and so on. Also a good place to stash the Harry Potter audio books…

img_2535  The shelf above holds books on decorating, hair styles, etiquette–random stuff like that.

img_2536  Of course, I’ve shown you my Craft library, which has 186 books.

img_2543  Here’s the sci-fi/fantasy section in the closet in our family office. (574 books). Note the boxes piled on the floor and in the corner–they’re filled with more books, all mixed fiction.

img_2548  And the mystery section (249 books). (And I can’t tell you how proud I am about those empty spaces. For me, that’s a huge accomplishment.)

img_2549  The writing, essays, and general fiction section. Oh, and the Dog training books which sprawl across the top of both cases.

img_2550  The non-fiction and mass-market paperback section. This includes history, travel, biography, science, the space program, religion, philosophy, and so on.

img_2563  Under the table are boxes filled with young-adult books.

img_2538  I also took over the hallway linen closet years ago, and it’s filled with old college textbooks and odds and ends.

img_2571  Mustn’t forget the cookbooks (64), either, the only books I keep downstairs.


Now, as to the contest. There were some good guesses–including a couple I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of. Lace, for instance, would have been an obvious one but honestly never crossed my mind, even though I already had some excellent pictures for it here, here, and here. Lendrum would have been good. Leash would have been an appropriate one, too. But ultimately, for me, it had to be Library!

I had five correct guesses, and the winner (by random selection) is Carole. Her prize is a skein of Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn in lovely blues whose colorway’s name I can’t remember. Congratulations, Carole! (And, since I had your address, I put your prize in the mail yesterday–exciting, non?)

Lastly, if you’re interested (and if the link works!) here’s a current list of all my books:

Download BOOKS.xls

Didn’t I Mention?

Okay. I know I promised you knitting today, but my plans got derailed.

First, it was unforgiveably rainy today. Pouring, drenching rain. So much so that we didn’t even go out for coffee this morning, but all of us opted to stay inside where it was dry. (But, oh, didn’t I mention that my father optimistically headed for the golf course this morning? He actually got five holes played before–at the furthest point from the clubhouse–the skies opened and he got absolutely soaked. It’s a half-hour drive from here, and even after he’d gotten everything put away and back to his car and got home . . . he was still soaked. He’s very grateful for those heated car seats.)

Anyway. So it was dreary and gray, and just perfect for a lazy day. So this morning, instead of being constructive and working on my photo album, or going out to run errands, or even baking anything (which I had planned to do) . . . I did nothing. (Okay. Didn’t I mention? I read. Not counting eating breakfast, brushing my teeth and doing a couple of little things, I spent my morning on the couch with Chappy, reading. In fact, I read two complete books today. But really, that’s almost “nothing,” right?)

I did also do some knitting. I worked on my Trekking sock, which is now about 4″ long. I worked on the sleeve for my Celtic Dreams which I KNOW is coming along, but still feels endless. (Sleeve Island. Not exactly my favorite tourist destination.) Made some tea. Helped Dad with a computer problem. Spent more time on the couch….

But then, a surprise! Risa came over with her twins. She needed to get them out of the house since her Mom had some things to do, and I was too lazy to meet her at a mall (Oh, didn’t I mention I just got my Visa bill yesterday? With all the vacation stuff and pre-vacation stuff like that Creative Zen player? Yeah. I really couldn’t afford the mall today, anyway.) So, she came here.

Chappy was thrilled to see them. A new face! Three new faces! It’s been so long! Poor Chappy, you’ll remember, has been stuck in the house for over a week since it just hasn’t been walkable weather. This was the most excitement he’s had since the other morning when he snuck into the back yard when my parents weren’t looking. (Oh. Didn’t I mention that he’s not currently allowed in the back yard since we’re desperately trying to grow grass so that he can go down there and NOT get muddy and tear up what little grass we have? I know. Ironic. We’re trying to grow grass so the dog can play and therefore, the dog can’t go there to play.)

Anyway, he was thrilled and wagging his tail and just delighted. The kids were all smiles (which has not always been the case in the first 15 minutes before they’ve “warmed up” to Chappy). Risa and I were delighted to see each other. She showed me the sock she’s knitting. I showed her just about everything in my knitting bag. We talked about yarn. It was nice. Most fun of the day. (Well, okay, I deliberately didn’t mention the couple, um, tempermental moments when the twins got a little, er, cranky. But, they’re two. Mood swings are in their job description, right?)

Anyway, it was a nice, bright spot to an otherwise gray day. Chappy’s been exhausted all night–in a good way. I didn’t take a single photo, though. Risa did, but I didn’t. And I don’t have any “fresh” pictures of my knitting for you, either. This, in fact, is one of the rare, photo-less posts here at Chappysmom. Didn’t I mention?

Photogravure

img_2523 Today is apparently Picture Day here at the Chappysmom house. Because, look! My Shutterfly order came.

I’ve been really neglectful about ordering prints of my pictures these last, oh, eight months. Mostly because my photo album was full and there was no place to put them.

My favorite albums are Hallmark albums–I like the size, like the self-adhesive pages, and like, most of all, the post-bound albums that you can make thicker and thicker as you add more pages, something you can’t do with a three-ring binder. img_2531 A post-bound album you can basically keep adding to until the thing is too heavy to move. (No, really, it’s best that you don’t ask me how I know that.)

Anyway, so finally, last weekend, I made it to one of the very few Hallmark stores left in the area and bought myself a new album and three packs of refills. Ready to go! And then I uploaded and ordered prints of 133 of my favorite photos from the last eight months.

But, the part I’m most excited about is the specially-printed hardcover album. See, when I ordered my 2GB Sandisk memory card from Amazon a month or so ago, it was connected to a special promotion that included a free, hardcover, 20-page photo album. Which doesn’t sound that exciting, right? But it is! Because that’s 20 pages that are already printed with your own pictures, with your own captions. How fun is that?

img_2528 So last weekend, after I’d uploaded my 157 photos, I set up this album. Red “leather” cover. Thirty-one pages (I paid extra for the extra 11). And my very own pictures. In a book. I was so excited when it came today! It looks pretty marvelous, too. I’m really happy. (Oh, and Sandy? I put a bunch of sky pictures in there, too, which I’ve taken on your behalf. They look just fabulous at 8″ by 11″. Thank you for getting me started on this!)

I also got a cd from Your Music today. The original Broadway soundtrack from Into The Woods, which I’ve wanted on cd for a while, but was really hard to find. But when I did a Google search for it, this site came up. Have you heard about this site? You set up a queue of cds you’d like to have, and then each month they’ll send you one for $5.99. If there aren’t any albums in your queue, you’ll get charged anyway (but they send reminders so that won’t happen). How nifty is that? It’s a great price for a cd–especially one that I couldn’t find anywhere else cheaper than $25. Convenient. Easy. Cheap. So far, at least, s’all good.

Oh, except for my Creative Zen, which crashed again today and didn’t come back even after several reboots until I attached it to the computer….

And the knitting? I have been knitting, and even have the toe of my first Trekking sock done (Oooh!), but it hasn’t been exciting enough to blog about . . . this weekend, though, I’ll get you some fibery pictures, okay? Something? Even though I’m going to be sorthing through a lot of photos….

Have a good weekend, everyone!

I Didn’t Buy This, Honest!

img_2514 I did NOT buy this lovely Fleece Artist sock yarn. I didn’t. I mean, really, the Summer of Stash has only just begun, and I’m not that weak!

No, what this is, is my prize from Warming Grace. I’m excited because I’ve wanted to try Fleece Artist yarn, and this colorway is just gorgeous. I haven’t taken the paper wrapper to look at the colors “inside” yet, but what I can see is just gorgeous. What’s not to love?

And yet, I feel badly, taking a prize for something I did to be kind and and giving. Maybe I’ll make another square, hmm? And, the prize was originally this skein plus two of Regia, and I told Cynthia to keep those–I had enough sock yarn and she could “reuse” them as a prize for someone else. She’s got 210 knitters who’ve participated so far! Two hundred ten! Knitters are good people.

img_2520 On the other hand, since I AM trying to get my stash under control, and so I’m counter-balancing with these outgoing packages. Yes, that’s four envelopes with yarn that are going out either tomorrow or by Monday. One is the Koigu I’m donating as a prize for Basil and Abner’s Critter Charity Drive. Two are for two knitters that I thought could use some cheering up. And one will be the prize for guessing my “L.”

So, really, yes, while I DID get a skein of (beautiful) yarn today, but I’m giving away, well seven. I’d say I’m doing okay for decreasing my stash, don’t you think?

Now, for a couple of public service announcements: (Please read)

1. On a related sad note, Jef, made famous (for knit-bloggers anyway) through his sister Christine’s “Comforting Jef” afghan-square drive, passed away yesterday. I’m so sorry to hear that. Go over and leave her some love, would you?

2. I’ve actually thought about doing one of these myself for my Mom’s friend from New Orleans. Not only did they lose their house and decades’ worth of memories . . . Well, they weren’t the only ones, were they? They do currently have a decent trailer rented further north in Louisiana and have spent the last nine months fighting with insurance and FEMA and it’s just been a mess. But they’re not the only ones going through this, so while we feel horrible for her, well, there are still other people worse off. But then, a couple of weeks ago, they had gone back down to their “house” (what’s left of it) to meet an assessor or somebody or other, and a power line was down. Her husband . . . I’m not sure how old he is, but within a year or two of retirement . . . climbed a ladder to try to get the tree branch off, and . . . Well, let’s just say he’s going to be on bedrest for a long time while his leg heals. (I can’t remember exactly what the injury turned out to be, but reading her email reminded me of Mr. Etherknitter–it was along that line of magnitude, though at least the skin wasn’t broken.) Then, he wouldn’t let her take him to a NOLA hospital because not only are they understaffed, he said there wouldn’t be anyplace for her to stay if they kept him overnight. He somehow sucked it up and endured the hours-long car-ride back home with a broken leg and dislocated knee. We haven’t heard anything since that last email over two weeks ago . . .They were worried about his job because he won’t be able to be on his feet. I hope they’re doing better than we fear they are. But they do sound like they could use an afghan, don’t you think?

3. Another sad–though not nearly so tragic–note: Annie of The Knitty Gritty blog has decided to hang up her keyboard, but her server shut down her service so fast after she told them of her decision, she didn’t have a chance to tell anyone! She asked us (you know, all of us) to help spread the word around. I know I’m going to miss her blog. I read lots of them every day, but–you know how it is–there are favorites, and hers is one of mine. She says, “I’m looking forward to spending the summer with kids, traveling and hopefully knitting! This is the last summer before I will have a high
school-age child. I want to really be focused on making the summer fun, and not have to worry about blog obligations. I’ll still be reading the blogs, and hopefully in the fall I’ll be in a group blog somewhere.”

To end this on a cheerier note, you DID see Shelley’s pictures of her new puppy, Banjo, didn’t you? That’s got to make you smile!

Thanks again, Cynthia!

Reading List from May

Here’s my list of books read in the month of May. Twenty-six books, coming in at 7,456 pages. A nice mix of genre and interests, I think . . . a good reading month!

1. DRAGONSONG by Anne McCaffrey (175 p.) In McCaffrey’s world of Pern, Menolly is a sensitive, misunderstood teenager (never seen one of them before, huh?) Then, denied permission to play her music, she impresses fire lizards, and doesn’t have a reason to go back….

2. DRAGONSINGER by Anne McCaffrey (240 p.) Now an apprentice at Harper Hall, Menolly tried so find her way through lessons and jealously caused by her fire lizards and her great talent, but with the help of her new friends, she manages.

3. DRAGONDRUMS by Anne McCaffrey (193 p.) Same series, but the focus shifts to Piemur, a boy soprano and Menolly’s oldest friend, whose voice changes and is sent to learn drum codes, used for communicating from hold to hold. This series takes place in one of my favorite sci-fi worlds, but focuses on younger readers–not that that changes the fact that they’re charming.

4. 97 WAYS TO MAKE A DOG SMILE by Jenny Langbehn (97 p.) Exactly what it sounds like–each page is a cute photo with a caption of something to do to have fun with your dog.

5. POSSESSION by A.S. Byatt (555 p.) A classic, really, and one I reread every couple of years–and, for some reason, the only of her books I’ve truly enjoyed. It’s half mystery, half love story . . . Modern day professors tracking a heretofore-unknown romance between two Victorian-era writers. It’s wonderfully written, with the story shifting back and forth as new clues arise. I admit that I skip past the “quoted” epic poetry, but the story is still just wonderful.

6. LYRE OF ORPHEUS by Robertson Davies (472 p.) The third of the Cornish Trilogy, but my favorite. (Also the first of his books I ever read). The Cornish Foundation backs a doctorate student who wants to complete ETA Hoffman’s opera about King Arthur–but not only to pay for the work, but to put it on the stage. Meanwhile, Simon is working on the biography of Francis Cornish, whose money started the foundation (and whose entire story is told in book two), piecing together his own mystery. And further, the story of King Arthur makes its own appearance among the characters . . . a unique book, multi-layered, and always a pleasure to read.

7. ISLAND AT THE CENTER OF THE WORLD by Russell Shorto (325 p.) A history book of the Dutch colony in Manhattan, back before the English took over. Apparently, some things never change–it was a multi-cultural melting pot with riotous living, which became the financial and shipping center of the new continent. Fascinating. And, somehow, it had never clicked with me before how this area of the country was known as the “Middle Colonies.” Once the English took over, we weren’t part of the original Virginia settlement, not part of New England–we had been the Dutch territory in the middle. Duh! Excellent book.

8. GAUDY NIGHT by Dorothy Sayers (501 p.) Harriet Vane attends her “reunion” at Shrewsbury College and gets involved in a series of incidents and anonymous threats.

9. TILT by Nicholas Shrady (161 p.) The story of the Tower of Pisa (true, non-fiction).

10. HOW TO BE LOST by Amanda Eyre Ward (290 p.) What would happen if your sister had disappeared when she was five, and then years later, your mother was convinced she had seen her in a photo in People magazine? Would you look for her? What would you do if you found her and she was somebody you didn’t care for? How would it affect the relationship you had with your other sister?

11. MYTH OF YOU AND ME by Leah Stewart (276 p.) Cameron, who works as an assistant to a 92-year old historian, gets a letter out of the blue from her old best friend, whom she has not spoken to in years. She chooses not to answer the letter, but when Oliver dies, he leaves a package for her to deliver to Sonia–does she track her down to deliver it? Or not? I really enjoyed this one.

12. SINGING BIRD by Roisin McAuley (312 p.) Twenty years ago, Lena and her husband adopted a baby girl. Now, suddenly, they get a phone call from the nun who arrangd the adoption, just “following up,” she says. But it makes Lena curious, so she heads to Ireland to try to discover her daughter’s birth parents.

13. WIND-UP BIRD CHRONICLES by Hasuki Murakami (607 p.) This is a very good, but also very strange book. Not really to my taste, but it kept me reading to the end. Toru Okada first loses his cat, and then one night, his wife doesn’t come home. He hears from her distasteful, politician brother that she simply wants a divorce, but in his search for her, well, things get weird. There’s a psychic prostitute, for example. Long, rambling stories of things that have happened in the past–told matter of factly to this near-stranger. Lots of odd things, a little too disjointed for my taste, but there’s no denying that it’s an impressive book.

14. SUMMERS IN CASTLE AUBURN by Sharon Shinn (355 p.) A classic kind of fantasy book by an author I adore. Corie is an illegitimate daughter of a nobleman, who goes to spend each summer at the castle with her half-sister, who is engaged to Prince Bryan, adored by all the girls. But as she gets older, she begins to see signs that Bryan isn’t as admirable as he could be, that there is heartache and pain she hadn’t been aware of. And so, she applies some of the herb-lore she’s learned from her Wise Woman grandmother during the rest of the year . . .

15. LEARNING TO BOW by Bruce Feiler (312 p.) A look at modern Japan through the eyes of an American teacher contracted to spend a year helping Japanese middle-school students learn better English. Informative, interesting, amusing . . . excellent memoir. (Not only did I like the book, I loved the cover, too.)

16. THE OUTERMOST HOUSE by Henry Beston (218 p.) Also a memoir, but from several decades back, this is a classic account of Beston’s year spent in a tiny house on Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Wonderfully, evocatively descriptive–exactly the reason I brought it along on my vacation this year.

17. ELLA MINNOW PEA by Mark Dunn (208 p.) Set on the fictional island of Nollop, which is named for the man who conceived that immortal sentence, “The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.” But one day, the Z falls from the memorial in the center of town, and the town elders decide it’s a sign and ban it from use. But then the X falls. And the J . . . not only is this highly amusing, but a tour de force in terms of writing, since by the end of the book, the author doesn’t have that many letters available to him! Charming, each time I read it. (Much more readable than the similar “Avoid” by Georges Perec, which completely avoids the letter “E” throughout the entire book–which is even more impressive when you know it was written in French–with no E–and then translated into English, again, with no E. Kudos to the translator, too!)

18. BRUNELLESCHI’S DOME by Ross King (167 p.) The story of the famous dome in Florence, Italy, built in the 15th century using methods never before seen by Filippo Brunelleschi. A really interesting story, of architecture and personality. (Obviously, Italian architecture and I have gotten on well this month.) Did you know that there is no other masonry dome that’s bigger than this one? No domes bigger anywhere until they invented the steel technology that made things like the Astrodome possible? Not even the dome at St. Peter’s in Rome, or St. Paul’s in London, or the U.S. Capital building is bigger. Pretty impressive cutting-edge Renaissance technology there.

19. THE SEVEN TOWERS by Patricia Wrede (264 p.) An old fantasy I had tucked away in the closet. A lot of standard players (the self-effacing boy prince, the pretty, bubbly princess, the loyal but falsely-accused advisor), but it’s still an entertaining–if hard to find–little book. The apparently air-headed sorceress Amberglas alone is well worth the visit. She’s charming in her confusing, long-winded way. (Frankly, her manner of speaking reminds me of Eilonwy from Lloyd Alexander’s Pig-Keeper series.) Anyway, light, enjoyable, and a book I haven’t read in years.

20. BRIGHTLY BURNING by Mercedes Lackey. (406 p.) Another fantasy book, set in the world of Valdemar, where we find Lavan, a troubled teenager with a Gift for starting fires. Big fires.

21. INNOCENCE by Kathleen Tessaro (371 p.) The narrative for this novel alternates back and forth between 1986 (to start) and present-day, telling the story of Evie Garlick, who came to London to become an actress. She enrolled in an acting school and roomed with two girls, Imogene and Robbie, and met a musician named Jake . . . In the present, she’s a single mother of a four-year old boy, teaching acting in night school, and not exactly happy. But then, she starts seeing the ghost of her friend Robbie, who had been killed in a car accident years before, who basically tells her she’s thrown her talent away, and what is she going to do about it?

22. A LONG WAY DOWN by Nick Hornby (331 p.) New Year’s Eve, and four very different, troubled people accidentally meet at the top of a 15-story building in London, with the intent of jumping off. But, of course, once you meet three other people with the same plan, you just know things aren’t going to work out that way….

23. DON’T SHOOT THE DOG by Karen Pryor (183 p.) An excellent book about training–dog training specifically, but lots of other training too. Like, people, for example. It’s all about the positive reinforcement.

24. STRONG POISON by Dorothy L. Sayers (261 p.) A Lord Peter Wimsey mystery, where he meets the mystery writer, Harriet Vane, on trial for poisoning her boyfriend. It does come before “Gaudy Night” (number 8 on the list), but hey, you can’t read things in sequence ALL the time.

25. HAPPY ALL THE TIME by Laurie Colwin (214 p.) My favorite of her novels, telling the story of two couples–Guido and Holly, Vincent and Misty. She was such a good writer, and while her short stories are good, and her food essays (“Home Cooking,” anyone?) amazingly good . . . but this is one of my favorite novels. I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve read it. Somewhere in the vicinity of ten times, I think. Love it. Sweet. Simple. Beautifully written.

26. AT MRS LIPPINCOTE’S by Elizabeth Taylor (215 p.) From 1945, Julia and her son Oliver are renting Mrs. Lippincote’s house in order to be close to her RAF husband, Roddy . . . but all is not perfect, there are problems in this marriage, not helped by his cousin Eleanor, staying with them and teaching at a local school . . . It’s a very quiet novel, with a completely different tempo than “modern” book–in feel, the writing reminds me of a somber Mary Stewart–but it’s really very good. (And no, she’s not that Elizabeth Taylor, although I think they designed the cover to evoke that.)