The joy of a blooming idiot

Daphne alert! If you see a grey-haired woman in a bathrobe standing in front of her house at five in the morning, inhaling and exhaling ecstatically, it is not a drug-induced or hysteric hyperventilation. It is simply the result of the fragrance of daphne odoros pooling next to her front door. Do not be alarmed.







Ghost Rider was fun. It was not epic or life-changing or thought-provoking. It had action and Nicolas Cage and special effects and Sam Elliot and motorcycles and a pretty young woman with extremely well displayed cleavege. The forces of good prevailed. The forces of evil were thwarted. What more can you ask from a movie based on a Marvel comic book?


I cast on this hat as we got in the car to drive to the theatre. I got this far before we stepped back through our front door at the end of the evening. Just put the fingers in k2,p2 mode and let them run. Blue squeeky mouse wanted to see what I was up to, so I displayed the work on the old sweater that serves as third-best cat bed on my desk. Right in front of the window for natural light. All other knitting I am in process with needs eyes and attention at least part of the time. Simple hats on auto-pilot are the gumdrops on the frosting of the cupcakes of a knitter's life.


Today - Sunday, it was time to take off the little stretchy bandage that has been covering the incision and holding Jack's pain patch in place . I put him on my lap and pulled off all the wraps and bandages and he immediately began to purr and bathe! Now, finally all washed and brushed and tidy again, he is sleeping the sleep of the satisfied. I think he's going to get along just fine. Thanks again to all our well-wishers!!