A Sad, Sad Day


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2014_10_24-06This past week has been so hard.  Last week, I made the decision that today would be the day that obnoxious little white boy (kitty) who had lived with me almost 16 years would cross over the Rainbow Bridge.  This week he got extra kitty treats.  I gave him chunks of chicken — an unexpected but welcome bounty.  He got extra snuggles and scritches, and he got to drink from the bathroom sink several times a day.  He killed a cat toy Tuesday, paraded through the apartment carrying it, singing “The Mighty Hunter Song” through clinched teeth.  It was almost unbearable to listen to.  Then he brought it to me and laid it down by my chair.

Wednesday evening, I asked the dear friend who has “sat” my cats so many times over for dinner so that he could say goodbye, and we had a kind of “ante-wake.”

I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.  We had a thunderstorm at about 11 p.m. and actually got some rain out of all the thundering and carrying on. (We were under a severe thunderstorm alert until 1:15 a.m.)  It was just after 5 a.m. when I finally made myself go to bed and tried to get some sleep.  I have my alarm set for 9 a.m.  The alarm rang all too soon this morning.

c2a05-2-2008puposingdemurelyonthebedI suckered him into getting put in the carrier by letting him drink from the sink one last time.  While he was in there and distracted, I got the carrier out, stood it on end and leaned it up against the wall in the living room, with the door open and ready.  Then I threw a towel over him, wrapped him up in it and shoved him into the crate.  Needless to say he was not happy about it.  Neither was I.

As I was driving to the vet’s, I noticed my “something is wrong with a tire” light was on.  When I parked at the vet’s, and went around to get him from the shotgun seat, I checked my tires.  My right rear tire was flat.  Completely.

So I’m standing in the waiting room with a cat who hates going to the vet, trying not to stress him any longer than I have to, calling the roadside assistance number to get somebody to come change my tire, and I’m actually grateful that it is going to take 45 minutes for them to get there.

Poor old man.   The vet took him into an exam room and tranquilized him, because he is not an easy cat to handle.  I had already had all week to say goodbye, but I stood there with him.  He went quickly, painlessly, at 10:05 a.m.  He is in good company.  It was not an easy decision, but I think it is the right one, all things considered.  He will be cremated the same as the other two were and his cremains will be put on my dresser beside those of the other two.  The vet handles all that.  I couldn’t bear to bring the empty carrier home, and I don’t need it any more anyway; I donated it to the vet.

Now, instead of going home, I get to sit in my car out in the parking lot  pulling myself together, drying my eyes, blowing my nose, and wait for the guy to come change my flat.  I’m only out there about 5 minutes when here the guy comes, puts the spare tire on, puts the flat in the trunk and I’m off to the dealership to see if I can get the tire fixed.  They say, it’ll be about two hours.  I spend 30 minutes at the car dealership sitting in the waiting room with the 15-pound bag of cat food I had in my trunk, waiting for the courtesy van to take me home.  I don’t any more get in the door, when I see I’ve got a message on my phone.  It’s the Toyota dealership.  I call them.  They say the tire cannot be fixed.  I need a new one.  That’ll be $90, please.  My car will be ready at 2 p.m.  Great.

I had planned to spend the whole day on a massive house-cleaning bender, but now that can’t start until after I’ve picked up my car.  House cleaning includes doing laundry, though, so I go to strip the sheets and spread off my bed.  There is a tuft of white fur on the spread.  That sets me off and I’m sobbing as I’m putting the sheets and spread in the washer, as I pick up the half chewed pieces of paper off the floor in the office and throw them away.  (Did I mention he ate paper?)

It’s time to go get my car now, so I’ve got to go call the courtesy van to come pick me up and take me back to the dealership.

Not to put too fine a point on the day so far, I’m getting new neighbors upstairs.  They’re moving in today.  They’ve parked their car in the space where I always park.  They have a 4-year-old boy.

Gobi Gobatiputtitatti, 11 July, 1999 to 17 April, 2015



48690-9-2006themightypuGobi Gobatiputtitatti

11 July, 1999 to  17 April, 2015

Alias Emperor Pu An Yu, alias Pu, alias Ol’ Pu, he was half Siamese and half Godknows.   His mother belonged to my then landlord’s daughter-in-law.  I chose him, the only white one in the litter (the other four were black).  I had him since he was 6 weeks old.  He was the grand old man of the troupe.  Vocal, opinionated and obstreperous, but with a softer, snuggly side (it was in there somewhere. . . ). He was my wingman.  He slept at my side.  He decided if he would be friends, and it was  on his terms, or not at all. He knew all the verses of “The Mighty Hunter Song,” and favored us with a rendition when the spirit moved him.

He was the only one left who remembered Shadow, the first one I lost, who remembered living in the apartment on 21st street, which is gone now, replaced by a Market Street supermarket. But Time does not stand still.  My world is inevitably changing.  I lost my dad in September of 2014.  I need to spend time with my 90-year-old mom, and take her to places she wants to go, to revisit the people and places she loves.   The old man was 15, going on 16. He’d had a good long life, but his hearing was going, and this past week, I saw the beginning of the inexorable slide.  It was kinder to let him go, to join Jett and Shadow, the two that have already gone on ahead.  He crossed the Rainbow Bridge at 10:05 a.m.



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And lightning and THUNDER!!  We’ve had a right old gully washer a while ago.  There for a while, it was pouring down rain hard and fast, with little snibbits of hail.  (Thankfully we had no bigger hail than that — my beautiful new car is in uncovered parking!) It’s tapered off now, but it’s still rumbling thunder off in the distance.

Tonight is my last shift at work.   There wasn’t much work last night, but there is work tonight.  I’m really not very motivated to do it, however.

Tomorrow I have to get up early and go down to the VA clinic to turn in my mileage for my trip to Amarillo and get the results of my CT scan.  (One assumes that it turned up nothing seriously wrong.) Then I’ve got to be at mom’s at noon to take her to the airport.  One of the ladies she used to work with at the law firm and her husband have invited mom out to stay with them for a couple of days at the house they have out on some lake or other near Dallas.   Next month, mom goes on a chartered bus trip to Chicago with some church friends.  Did I mention my mom loves to travel?

In other news, my closet doors FINALLY got fixed.  The maintenance guy with the ponytail came and put new rollers and new tracks on them Friday afternoon and they work!  This next weekend, I am cleaning, sorting and rearranging the closet contents and will get my dining room table cleared off, as well as the top of the dresser in the office, which are piled with yarn and knitting projects. I’ll be giving the whole house a good clean as well, because reasons.

I’ve decided I’m going to be getting a new mobile phone either this month or next month.  Consumer Cellular has a very affordable talk-only plan. (I won’t text. . .)  The phone is inexpensive, comes with a wall charger, and you can get a car charger for not much extra.  I can’t get a car charger for the phone I have because they don’t sell chargers any more that have the gazinta that will fit it — so if my wall charger goes out, I can’t get another one of those either.

Earlier this evening, I called JT, the dear friend who has taken care of my cats for me all these years when I’ve needed to go out of town and told him the sad news.   He’s going to stop by this week to say goodbye to the white one, who will be crossing the Rainbow Bridge at the end of this coming week, and the grey one who will be crossing next month.  He is ongoing in the process of getting his house ready to sell, and has found a little rent house west and north of his current house that he loves, where he will be moving at some point in the near future.  I’ve got a bottle of blush and two Dos Equis Lager Especial beers in the refrigerator.  He can name his poison.

I’m supposed to get together with my BFF on Thursday.  I haven’t decided whether I will tell her about the white one before the fact or after.  Ditto the grey one.   She’s in a ticklish emotional state at the moment.  She cannot live on what she gets from Social Security either, and the part-time job she has does not allow her to be her usual ebullient self.  She works for an overtly “Christian” business.  They have a dress code which is very conservative and straight-laced, and as a “greeter” she’s only allowed to say certain things to customers.  She is not allowed to schmooze them, which is what she does best.   She has put an application in for the new J Jill store which is abuilding.  Such an establishment would be a much better fit for her than where she is now.   She has a talent for helping people find clothes in styles and colors that they look good in and in putting together outfits.  She really needs to be in a retail clothing situation. If wishes were horses . . .

I Don’t Know Much About Art, But I Know What I Like


That work of art that artists create is filtered through who he or she is, what they have experienced, and their own unique perspective of the world from where they stand within it. They imbue their works of art with their own meanings based on their own uniquely personal gestalt.  So, too, does the viewer of that art see it through the filter of his or her own self, life experiences, and unique perspective on the world.

It is the miracle of art that the work of art itself is the same thing everybody sees, yet no two people see the same thing, experience it in the same way, or take away the same meaning from it.

In this context, art criticism, art critics, and the reams and reams of writings about art are ludicrous.  Knowing about an artist may put what they might have to say in some kind of context, but when it comes right down to it, a piece of art either speaks to you or it doesn’t.  You are either interested in listening to what it has to say or you aren’t.  What makes a work of art great is how much you want to take it home with you and keep it forever.

The Knitting News


2015_04_10-012015_04_10-03In less angst-ridden developments, I finished knitting the little hot pink baby all-in-one top (above), and have started another one in white and hot pink.  I have patterns for it in premie/small newborn, 0-3 month, and 6 month sizes, and I’ve decided I will do one of each size.  The hot pink one is 0-3 months, the two tone one I just started (above) is the 6 month size.  There is a hat pattern to go with it.  I may make a hat for one of them.  I’ll have to see how the yarn holds up.   I still have to weave in the ends and put on the buttons, but the knitting part is done.

2015_04_10-02I also have the three-size pattern for a baby dress with two skirt versions.  I’ve started the little Meadow Sweet Baby Dress (above) in a variegated white/yellow/blue yarn, and want about 4 inches more on the skirt to finish knitting it.  There is a little matching hat.   The lady that has done these patterns apparently doesn’t do circular knitting.  The hat patterns she has has are all knitted flat and sewn up.   I may play around with the patterns and see if I can turn them into bonnets that have a buttoned chin strap instead of ties.  I have already modified the baby dress pattern to knit in the round, which I may publish on my blog.  She may not do circular knitting, but I don’t do sewing up of knitted things.

I will also need to do some matching baby booties.  I think a pair of booties with a cuff ruffle done in a repeat or two repeat of the skirt pattern of the dress would just be too special.  I think I’ll have enough for a bonnet, but I won’t have enough for a pair of booties. It’ll be back to Michael’s at some point.

Yeah, I know.  I’m going a little overboard, but there’s nothing a knitter likes better than a good excuse to knit up something cute for a baby.  Besides, the fact that  the baby will outgrow everything inside of a year is immaterial.  While they fit, the baby can be oooh’ed and aaaah’ed over while she’s wearing them, photographs can be taken with her wearing them, and when the baby has outgrown them, the parents will have them as keepsakes.  And, you can frame baby clothes.  A portrait of the child wearing the clothes and the actual clothes in the frame beside them?  That would be entirely too special a gift for a doting grandma.  All the garments are being made with acrylic yarn which is hypoallergenic, stain resistant, machine washable, colorfast, and, so long as they are completely dry from laundering, they will frame without worry of mold or mildew.

Tough Decisions and Easy Ones


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Did my taxes Wednesday and ended up owing the IRS money.  That jive transcription outfit I work for reports me as a “consultant” and reports my income on a 1099-MISC, which means I’m self employed as far as the IRS is concerned, and my exemptions do not cover more than a fourth of the self-employment tax.  I owed $134 in taxes on the pittance I made from them in the two and a fourth months I worked for them last year.  My exemptions only took care of $45 of it, so I ended up owing $89.  Not only that, I already owe over $140 in quarterly estimated taxes for this year, which is not counting the money I’ve made during this billing period, and the IRS penalize you if you don’t make quarterly payments on your tax liability.  The truth of the matter is, I just can’t afford to work for that outfit any more.  So, this is my last weekend to have to fool with that bunch.  I’m emailing them this evening to inform them I am resigning effective April 15th*, — appropriately.

That was the easy decision.  The hard decisions are coming up.  Last night, the white one was lying on the ottoman, and I scooted him over gently to make room for me to put my feet up beside him.  He decided I wanted him off the ottoman, which I didn’t actually, and got up to jump down.  But the leather on the ottoman is slick, his hind foot slid off the corner and he went sliding backwards off the ottoman.  He started floundering and plunging and lurching about like he had suddenly completely lost his equilibrium, and ended up crouched on the floor between my chair and the ottoman. It was frightening to see.  Then, he started shaking — shuddering, really — for several seconds to the point that I was actually worried that he was going to have a seizure.  He stayed right where he was for a few minutes, then got up and walked carefully to the other side of the ottoman, lay down on the floor for a good 20 minutes, then jumped up into the chair as if nothing was wrong.  He has been his usual querulous self since then, however, but it was a very concerning event.  He turns 16 in July, and he has become noticeably hard of hearing.  Noises that once spooked him, like me fluffing open a plastic trash bag or shaking the rattle can, he is now oblivious to.

His situation and the grey one’s are both becoming problematic right at a time when my finances are hitting a crunch again.  My mom has said she will help me with vet bills.  It costs about $50/£37 to have a cat put down and $150/£103 to have one cremated, which is what I want done.  I have the cremains of the other two I’ve lost,  I will want theirs, too.  All three of them.  I’m beginning to come to terms with the thought that that obnoxious little white boy, who is now an obnoxious little old man, is going to be crossing the rainbow bridge in the not too distant future, and that the grey one is not going to be all that far behind him.  It is a question of what I can afford coming first and, unfortunately, what’s best for them comes second.  What I want comes last of all.  I’ve had the white one for nearly 16 years, and he’s been very healthy and ornery for the vast majority of that time, with nothing seriously wrong with him healthwise, just minor this and that.

As much as I want to hold on to my baby girl grey kitty as long as I can, again, there comes the point where her quality of life outweighs what I want.  To have her renal function deteriorate as much as it has in three months is concerning, and tells me we’re getting to that point at a fairly rapid clip.  It’s going to hurt saying goodbye to my baby girl, but there it is.

Over and above everything else, my mom and I want to travel together.  Now that she has made it possible for me to have this nice new car that rides so comfortably, and that I am not afraid to take out on the highway, I want to take her places she wants to go, to visit relatives she had been unable to visit for the past five or six years what with my dad’s health issues and the difficulty, and ultimately the impossibility, of traveling with him. My mom will be 91 this September. Now that I won’t be having to keep to a work schedule, the only thing holding me back from traveling whenever mom wants to is getting someone in to care for the kitties.

Unfortunately, my dear friend who stayed with them this winter while we went to Pearland, is facing changes in his own life.  He is in the process of downsizing.  The house he and his late partner of 30 years shared is too big for one person and too full of heartbreaking memories of the love of his life who he lost so suddenly and without warning in 2012.  He told me in January that in February, he would begin sorting through things and selling or giving away all but what he needs for himself.  He would be getting his house ready to put on the market and as soon as he has sold it (if he hasn’t already), he will move to an apartment.  His ultimate plans are that at some point in the not too distant future, he will move to Florida.

The hard truth is that, even when I was working for that jive outfit, I couldn’t afford to board all three kitties.  Boarding the white one would have been problematic anyway as he tends to be hissy with strangers and will attempt to bite if he feels cornered.  The grey one is very skittish and strange people and unfamiliar surroundings would frighten and upset her. Boarding her would be downright unkind, which is why we so much appreciated that my friend was able to care for them in their familiar home surroundings.  The black kitty, however, never meets a stranger and it would not be all that hard on him to be boarded while my mom and I travel.  Petsmart boards pets in very nice clean surroundings at only $20 a day.

That’s where the matter stands.  I hate the choices I’m going to have to be making, but there’s nothing for it but to cowboy up and do it.   I think I may be saying goodbye to the white one before the end of the month, depending on how things go financially.  It’s going to be so, so hard, but there it is.

*April 15th is the deadline for filing income tax for 2014 tax year.

Monday, Monday


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Having worked Friday, Saturday and Sunday evening, and chafed at the necessity of doing so puts a completely different face on Monday, when my time becomes my own again.  I deeply resent having to work, but the fact of the matter is, Social Security is not supporting me in the style to which I’m a customer.  On the other hand, I have now reached the age where I can make as much money as I want without having my Social Security benefits reduced.   Whee!

Speaking of work, in the Voice Recognition Software Strikes Again category, tonight’s winner is: “The patient’s daughter noticed some segmented urine.”  (sediment in the urine). Sometimes the things the software conjures up out of the mumbles in the background noise give my brain whiplash, for example:  “Fall with portable fracture.” (vertebral fracture).

In other news, mom and I went to Red Lobster for Easter Sunday lunch.  Church ran long, and it was almost 1 o’clock before we got to the restaurant.   I was sent inside to get us put on the list for a table while mom parked the car because even on “normal days” you usually have to wait 10-15 minutes or more for a table, and it takes forever to get your food.  This being a holiday, I walked in expecting a mob scene, and there was only one person in the lobby:  The  hostess (the employee in charge of seating customers). It was eerie.  We were seated immediately.  We had a salad, hand breaded shrimp and a baked potato.  We had hardly started on our salads when here came our entree.   It was like something out of the Twilight Zone.

I’m about to the point of calling the apartment manager and saying, “Just give me the track strip for the closet doors.  I’ll put it on myself.”   It’s a strip of metal that’s held to the top of the closet door opening with screws.  I have a cordless drill.  I can screw and unscrew screws.  It would take less than 10 minutes.  I’m going to take the doors down, take them outside and lean them up against the wall next to my door.  Maybe that will light a fire under them.  Still no dishwasher.  I’d be willing to bet they’ve installed it in another apartment to replace a broken dishwasher.  Sigh.


A Rolling Start


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2015_04_03-02After two tries, I got this top started in the 0-3 month size — I have to admit, I was watching TV at the time and would get distracted and lose count . . . I should have just turned it off and put on music.  However, I’m now to the point where it’s just borders and straight knitting.  I have about 16 rows left to do to finish it.  I have some little buttons in the same shade of pink but lighter.  I think I may be able to get a second top out of this skein of yarn.  It’s going to be just wiggly-darling*.  I’m going to have to do another one in the newborn size, because this one seems big for a 1-3 month-old baby.  I found a sun hat that has an eyelet pattern similar to the pattern on the yoke of this which I may do and put ties on.  As I say, the parents-to-be live in Galveston and any hats the child wears won’t be for warmth!

I found this bonnet pattern and I think I can adapt the wave pattern stitch into the skirt of this dress to make an ensemble.  I can already see I’m going to be knitting a lot at the computer.  I’ll have to be at the computer to knit the bibs with the ribbed neck, too, as I will want to write the pattern down and put it in my knitting blog.  I also found a hat pattern with owls on that I can adapt the owl pattern into the skirt of the above dress pattern, and maybe into this top pattern as well, which would be as cute as all get out.  I may bump this adaptation ahead of the wave bonnet and dress pattern.  Very apropos in view of the name this knitter/blogger uses.  I also found a plain bonnet pattern that will work for the original dress pattern, which I may embellish with crocheted shell edging to match the bonnet.   I’m going to try to adapt the bonnet patterns with ties to use a buttoned strap.

I mentioned in the last (now corrected) blog post that EYJ had two other grandchildren.  I erred.  I confused EYJ’s daughter R with her sister’s daughter, who does, in fact, have two teenagers. (I have a hard enough time keeping up with the offspring of 3 aunts and 8 uncles, never mind their children’s offspring!) EYJ’s daughter R had a daughter who died of bone cancer.  It was a very tragic situation.  The child was in her late teens when she died.  JD’s little baby daughter, as yet unborn, is going to be spoiled rotten, and will be such a wonderful excuse to knit things.  I already have some little dress patterns downloaded for when she’s walking.

Everything I make for the little tyke will be in either cotton yarn, or acrylic yarn, both of which are machine washable and hypoallergenic, two very important properties for baby clothing and accessories.  Also, acrylic yarn will not stain, another important property for baby clothing.  I was thinking that these items of clothing might be too warm, until I remembered that everybody in Houston and points south has air conditioning and because there is typically a significant amount of humidity, the AC will be cranked up.  Babies, because they are so small, lose heat very rapidly, so that reassured me that these little clothing items won’t be too warm for the climate.

Speaking of climate, Thursday night, the thermostat read 74, so I switched it over to cool.  We are now officially air conditioning.  Next week, we are supposed to have temperatures into the 90sF/32+C.  I’m not really wild about it getting so hot so early.  It bodes ill for summer.  Of course, I can stay in out of the heat, but I also have to pay the electric bill . . .

In kitty news, the grey one loves the canned food the vet gave me samples of.  I’ve fed her two servings out of a small can, with one serving left.  She’d eat the whole can at one go, I think, but I’d be afraid she’d barf it, so she’s just getting some “supplemental” portions.  A comment was made about infusing her with IV fluid.  I could do it — I had a cat I had to give insulin shots to, after all — but she is so skittish and wriggly, I seriously doubt it would be feasible for me to do it at home.  She barely tolerates me picking her up.  I seriously doubt she would hold still to let me stick a needle into her.  It would have to be done at the vet’s and they’d have to keep her while it was happening. She dreads going to the vet’s so much that that, in itself, would be a factor in whether I’d put her through it.  However, what may take the decision out of my hands is whether I can afford to take her to the vet to have them give her IV fluids.   Welcome to the Wonderful World of Fixed Income Living, where Cost makes your choices for you.   Anyway, that is a bridge I will cross when we come to it.   We have, I hope, a ways to go before we get there.

Last night, I cooked a whole box of some vegetable rotini that needed to be used before it expired.  I used the multicolored kind that have some green and orange colored ones mixed in with the regular plain pasta ones.  Half of it I mixed with some chopped celery, chopped green onions, and cubed chicken, mixed with Hellmann’s olive oil mayo, and made a cold pasta salad, which was so nums that it is already all gone.   The other half I mixed with some Progresso Tuscan style vegetable soup to serve hot.  I’ve got a package of little elbow macaroni that’s going to expire soon, too, so that’ll be cooked up next and go into a can of Wolf Brand Chili, with enough left over for another pasta salad.

*so darling you will do that little wiggle and squeee thing the fangirls do.



Good News and Bad News


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The grey one went to the vet today.  My sweet little baby girl’s weight has gone from 5.8 lbs/2.6 kg to 6.5 lbs/2.9 kg, so she has gained almost a pound, which is great news.  Also, her vet visit did not cost an arm and a leg as I was afraid it would.  It only cost an arm. 2015_04_01-06Unfortunately, the bad news is her BUN and creatinine levels are worse.  Last time her BUN was just over the normal range at 55.  Now it is 77, which is definitely elevated.  Her creatinine last time was at the upper end of normal limits at 2.6.  Now it’s 3.7 and definitely in the abnormal range.  What this means is that she has kidney disease.  It’s early, but she definitely has it.   All I can do is feed her the special KD formula Science Diet and try to get her to drink more water.  The vet gave me a couple of cans of the KD wet food to try, which is one way to get more water down her.  He says she may last for years or she may slide quickly into kidney failure, at which point the humane thing to do would be to put her down.  My poor sweet little baby girl.  She turns 11 years old this year, which is young to be developing kidney disease.  I am just going to have to take each day as it comes. I’ve been trying for the past two weeks to find out the results of the CT scan I drove all the way to Amarillo to get on the 17th.  I finally got a reply to my emails asking about it.  I was informed that I have to wait until April 6, because my provider is not in the office until then.  &*^&%$#!@! 2015_03_21-02I mentioned that my cousin EYJ’s son and his wife are expecting a baby.  (I don’t know exactly when it is due, although not for at least a couple of months.)  When I first found out I was going to be a “grand cousin*,” I consulted my yarn stash and got out one of two large skeins of variegated yarn that covers all the bases (white, pink, blue, yellow and green) that I’m well into making a baby blanket out of.  My mom emailed me Monday to let me know that my cousin EYJ had emailed her that they now know the baby is a girl. Both the baby’s parents are older (he’s in his 40’s, she’s 40) and this is his second marriage.  They both want children very much, so you can bet this baby will be doted over.  This is not EYJ’s first grandchild.  JD’s older sister R had a daughter, K.  Unfortunately, K died of bone cancer in her late teens.  It was a very traumatic event for the family.  That makes this baby even more special to EYJ and her family.

I consulted my yarn stash and the baby yarn I have is some white, yellow, and green in 1-2 ball quantities, and a small ball of blue, but no pink.  Monday night, I scoured the internet for knitted baby dress patterns and found a couple, and a sweet little hat, but no bonnets like I want.  The baby’s parents live in Galveston, so I want sun bonnets that will shade the baby’s face.  I’m just going to have to work the pattern out myself.  I got the dress patterns off a British lady’s blog and ran into that “two countries separated by the same language” thing again.  They use some different abbreviations, so I’ve had to do some translating. While I was in Michael’s in the yarn aisle, seeing what they had, I looked over and there was BB, one of the ladies from knitting group.  I knew she had some diaper cover patterns and asked her to bring them with her to knitting group and mentioned that I needed to research babies’ head circumferences as I had it in mind to make some bibs that have a ribbed portion that pulls down over the head and goes around the baby’s neck, from which the actual bib portion will hang.  I got five balls of different colored cotton yarn like people make dish cloths out of (i.e., the yarn is durable and color fast) to make the bibs out of so they could just be tossed into the washing machine.  Turns out she had a chart which lists average baby head circumferences by age, which she also brought to knitting group.  This is one of the great things about being in a knitting group — the combined fund of knowledge and experience available to you to draw on.  Also, while I was in Michael’s, I found the cutest hat+booties pattern with bows on.   I will pair it with a little dress in the same color pink candy- stripe yarn. Anyway, I have pink yarn and white yarn and yellow yarn and two kinds of candy-striped pink yarn (pink and hot pink), and light purple yarn, and patterns, the right sized needles on hand (for once), and a sweet yarn bowl, and I mona** knit me some baby stuff.  Watch this space.

*The child will be my first cousin twice removed, if you want to get technical about it. **I mona – Texan for “I am going to”

Sir, Put Both Hands On Top Of Your Head And Step Away From The Hammer . . .


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The long-running sketch comedy television show Saturday Night Live has a reputation for sketch comedy and satire, and for giving an amazing list of guests the chance to showcase their comedic chops.  This clip leaves that reputation pretty much intact.

It also reinforces my belief that I like Chris Hemsworth better clean shaven and with normal muscles than when he’s got a weeks’ worth of carefully-groomed* beard and is all bulked up for his role as Thor.  The sketch would have been even funnier with a bird more in keeping with the spirit of Shatner’s and Pine‘s performances in the role of Starfleet starship captain, but I can see why they went with the chicken.  A turkey would have been much more problematic in front of a live audience.

Hemsworth’s actual hair color is brunette (the eyebrows are always a dead giveaway), but I like him better as a vintage blonde* (– as opposed to a suicide blonde+).  Still, let’s face it, whatever color it is, that widow’s peak is to die for.

Take your pick:  Grungy and au naturel in “Snow White and the Huntsman,” blond and bearded in “The Avengers,” or beardless and unarmed. . .


*If you’re going to take the time to “groom” your beard with a special electric beard trimmer, you might as well adjust the beard length setting to “0” and shave the damn thing off already.
**Probably a vintage Sauvignon L’Oreal, because hemsworth it.
+Dyed by their own hand.

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