Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Did I mention that I'm disorganized lately? I totally forgot that yesterday was shoesday. These are my grown-up shoes. I wear them for dressy occasions only. They aren't very comfortable, but they do make me look like a lady. These shoes are old enough to vote. There's a lot to be said for investing in the timeless classics!
Knitting has been going on. Here is another baby surprise sweater with matching hat to go to the orphans in Romania. I'll have to start hitting the garage sales for buttons pretty soon. Either that, or buy some Fimo and make my own.
Speaking of giving, the pay it forward thing ? If you want to play, just copy and paste the paragraph about it from yesterday's blog, post it on your own blog, and send me your address. You have to actually ask to be included before you get committed to giving three hand-made gifts away within 365 days. You can't get roped into this by accident. And oh, you adorable over-achievers out there - it will be a gift to the rest of us if you rein in your tendencies to excell past all bounds. You know who you are. The people who knit a tea-cozy, then have to include a tea pot to go with it and a matching cup and saucer and sugar and creamer set, and a silver spoon, and a pound of white Dragonwell tea, and six different kinds of home-made cookies and. . . . Just slack off a bit, OK? So the rest of us don't feel pressured? I thank you, and your recipients will thank you as well.
And we must have the mandatory kitty pictures. Aren't they getting big? The hunt for the red bug always shows them at their best. Ben is long and skinny right now. Pepper is solid, compact and faster than the camera can handle!
I'm listening to Mannheim Steamroller CDs right now. DH bought tickets to their up-coming performance. They do a rockin' show!! What to wear, what to wear? Comfy shoes, since we likely will walk several blocks from the parking lot. So I build up from there. It will be a cold night, probably wet. Boots to start with. And how about a long white skirt since we will be pedestrians and it's safe to be visible. Hmm, turtleneck because the auditorium is always draughty. Oh, the silver turtleneck sweater, and my white chiffon poncho with silver sequins! An ear warmer, a parka, and we're good to go. I know there are cities where people have pretty dress coats to wear to special occasions, but Portland isn't one of them. Everyone wears parkas everywhere. Unless you want to be readily identified as a recent transplant. Then you may as well just carry an umbrella, too. No one who actually lives here owns an umbrella.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
pay it forward
I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. I don’t know what that gift will be yet and you may not receive it tomorrow or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days, that is my promise! The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.
In fact, if you want to play, and haven't been able to get to a blog in time to sign in, if you ask nicely, I may take more than three joiners. And handmade poetry counts, Linda.
I'm having trouble focusing. Too many things to do and I don't know where to start, so first I make a list. And the first thing I put on the list is, "Make List." That gives me something to cross off right away and starts me off with a nice sense of accomplishment.
I thought I had one more day free in this week. silly me - I forgot about the 6 hour day of Tax board tests. Good time to knit, not so good for baking, packing, cleaning the house, doing laundry, shopping for those last-minute gifts . . . And I'm a week behind normal for my christmas cards.
So, much as I would loooove to stay and chat, I'll catch you all on the flip flop!
Sunday, November 25, 2007
It's on sale!
Dave suggested I sell signed copies, but I went and shipped a bunch of cookies yesterday, and holey crow! Shipping rates are harrible!! Next year I think I'll send a check and a recipe.
Dave Daniels suggested that I sell signed books. I'd be happy to, but can't imagine how to price them. I mean, I'm worth it, but still can't justify the necessary shipping and handling fees. If you want a signed copy, let me know, send me your address, and I'll sign a book plate for you to stick in the book you buy from Authorhouse.
On the knitting front I am working slowly on a baby surprise sweater, and thinking about what I want my latest batch of hand spun to be. And what will I knit on the plane. In two weeks, we will be getting ready to embark on the Carnival Destiny for a Caribbean cruise. (Don't worry. We will have a house and cat sitter.) Much as I hate knitting socks, they really are the perfect travel knitting. But maybe something a bit less than perfect would do. Maybe the green silk mitered modular top . . .
Saturday, November 24, 2007
How to set the table
In order to spread your best tablecloth neatly on the big table you will need assistants. You will stand at one end of the table, unfold the cloth and fling your arms up and forward to loft the cloth smoothly over the surface of the table. Your assistants will catch the other end and help you center it evenly on the table top.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Oh turkey coma, oh suffering fatness
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Yippee! Yayyyy!!! The book is available!!
It's cheapest from Authorhouse, and won't be available from Amazon, or Barnes and Noble, or any of the other on-line stores for a couple of weeks yet. If you were looking to give someone a sweet Christmas gift, you have time to order it now!
Today is Thanksgiving in America. DH and I are sleeping in this morning, then getting dressed all purty to drive out into wine country and share a feast with C and J at at ritzy french restaurant. Cafe Maisson, or Bistro Superb or Le Feedbagge or something. We usually spend thanksgiving with C&J as they are also childless and family free. We can enjoy stress-free celebrations.
Yesterday, I had a 9:30 dentist appointment to get a fourty-year-old filling excavated and replaced. I am SUCH a sissy about dentists! But my current dentist is a dear, gentle, young mother, who speaks softly and encouragingly to me, chats quietly about all sorts of distracting things, and gives me lots of painkillers. The old filling had begun to errode and a new cavity was developing on the "buckle cup." (Say that out loud. Doesn't buckle cup want to be in a nursery rhyme?) She replaced the old silver composite stuff (which was made with traces of mercury back in the day I was getting fillings) with a nice white substance which matches the color of my tooth. Wow - cosmetic molars!!
So I took myself home with half my face numb and stiff, sat down on the sofa to plan the rest of my day, and fell asleep for three hours. Woke up when DH got home, then fell asleep for two more hours. Ate dinner, went to bed early, and slept for nine more hours. Woke up feeling quite rested! I think I may have had a benign reaction to the painkillers. At least I didn't gnaw my tounge while I was sleeping. Sometimes, when I'm up and about, and anesthetized, I wind up biting the inside of my cheek or the side of my tongue by accident, and don't realize it till I taste blood. (that may be too much information, Roxie.)
Did I mention that my book is now available? Squeee!!
Tomorrow is known as Black Friday. I have been told that it is the biggest shopping day of the year, and for many stores has historically been the first day when all their expenses for the whole year are finally balanced by income, putting them, "in the black." All income from now till New Year's Eve will be profit. No wonder retailers hit Christmas so darn hard! You don't need to go to the mall to buy my book, though. (grins!)
Wishing everyone a wonderful holiday, and may every turkey you encounter be stuffed and roasted!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
at last, a minute to blog!
Dinner was an epicurean delight! We started with local chantarelles, porccinni and cremini mushrooms sauteed in butter and wine, and served on a garlic souffle for everyone else, and on toast for lactose-intolerant me. It was yummy! And then duck breast with a caper sauce, with potatoes augratin on the side and asparagus spears. Then a salad with fresh ripe figs, pomegranet seeds, butter lettuce, and a superb dressing made with balsamic vinegar, concentrated orange juice, and rice wine vinegar. Then a cheese plate. Then creme brulee with raspberries (just raspberries for me. Poor baby! I lurves fresh raspberries!) Then coffee. We went through several many bottles of wine and laughed moderately and got to know one another. I played party pooper at 11:00, remarking that we had to get up in the AM to cook a turducken. It was after midnight before I got to bed. That's more than four hours past my bedtime. I was a sleepy baby!!
Up at 7 to start the 17 pounds of cajun bird. Then back to bed for a few hours. I have pictures of kitties helping me set the table. Up again at 11:00 and steady work until the first guests started arriving at 1:00. Oh, what a feast! TW brought black-eyed peas and dirty rice. MJ brought collard greens. People brought presents. PW agreed to carve.The beautiful, golden,fragrant bird was boned except for legs and wings, so carving was simplicity itself. But - I think they sent us just a turkey. If there had been turkey AND duck AND chicken, I would have expected a LOT more meat. Hard as we tried, we could not find the duck meat. It was yummy. The rice and cornbread stuffing was good. Everyone ate ourselves into a stupor, but the intrigue of turkey stuffed with duck stuffed with chicken did not materialize. I think we'll order locally fo rht next bird. Sheridan Market, if any of you local folks are interested, offers turducken.
Then we tried to play Botticelli, but the L-tryptophan induced post-turkey sommnelence overwhelmed us, and the party broke up about 6:00 PM. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. These are party vikings who, in their youth, in a fit of drunken eccstasy, created chocolate mousse at three AM and ate it with the sunrise. (I was not at that party, but I hear that it was epic!)
I fell into bed at 7:30 and slept like the dead till 5 the next morning. Off to the jail at 6. I composed thank-you notes and managed to keep myself awake, but just barely. Home by 3. I sat down to write out the notes, and fell asleep in my chair. DH woke me for dinner. It was left-over turkey. Quite tasty!! Another 7:30 bedtime for me! Tuesday, up at 5, and from 8 -5 I was in training to take over for one of our happy coterie of proctors who will be retirining in Dec. She is soo efficient, competant and knowledgable tht I know she will be sorely missed! I can't take her place, but I could use a few more hours, so in January, I will be working all day on Tuesdays. Time to knit, but not to blog.
When I got home, my new laptop had arrived! Happy dances! cries of glee! All I need to do now, is figure how to get the internet connection to work, and I'm good to go. Blogger, meanwhile, is being a real pisser about posting photos, no matter how hard I try, but with a shiney new Dell, I might stand more of a chance!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
I love my friends
DH and I went to the mall for some early exercise. Some of the stores are open already at 7:30. Everything except Nordstrom's is decorated for Christmas. Santa is sitting for photos starting today. We have a full month of hohoholiday. I don't think it's such a good thing. I have heard that in the old days (1930s) Stores didn't decorate for Christmas until Dec. 1st. Can you imagine? Why, you wouldn't even have time to get sick of the carols. (Swertogawd, one more parumpahpumpum and I'm gonna HURT that little drummer boy!)
I still don't have anything for mom, though I'm looking for a long, dark, soft, machine-washable cardigan sweater with pockets and something sparkly on it. If I can find the sweater, I can always add the something sparkly. Don't tell her though. She likes it so much better if it's not handmade.
And does anyone else put together a few generic sort of presents to keep on hand in case someone unexpectedly gives you a gift and you didn't have anything for them? Thank God for rumballs! They solve a lot of gifting problems. When your friends reach a certain age, their tastes have become specific, they don't need more - stuff - and yet you still want to give them something. Rum balls. At worst, they can pull them out when company drops by, or take them in to the office. At best, they will eat them all in the car on the way home.
I love Dole's canned peaches in the jars. And I have been saving the nice big jars all year, so now I have many air-tight small containers to fill with rumballs. Just add a ribbon, and it's a gift! Tahhdahh! Sometimes, the jars even come back to me with interesting home-made goodies therein. Jams or bath salts pickles or such. I love recycling gifts. One friend and I used the same piece of gift wrap, passing it back and forth, for five years till someone's husband threw it away.
Today is DH's birthday. I got him a shirt and a book and an exercise machine. It's hard to find toys for big boys who buy whatever they want when they see it. He keeps saying tht it's just another day for him. I can NOT accept that. In my heart of hearts, I know that birthday's are the most important day of the year. How could someone not care? Is it a defense against being disappointed? Or is he really telling the truth and just doesn't care that today is his day? Ask him? Well, he expects me to believe what he says. But a great portion of my inner committee simply can't believe it. It's like arguing with my inner compass. I know that north is over there and you can tell me it's not, and you may be right, but my compass insists that it's is north over that way.
So does anyone else truely, truely not care when your birthday rolls around?
Friday, November 16, 2007
This weekend should mark the turn-around for my grumpiness. At a fund-raiser auction, MJ and Rick bought a black tie gourmet dinner with conversation at a local celebrity's home. Since the dinner was for four guests, and since it is scheduled for DH's birthday night, Rick and MJ are inviting us along. We will get out the tuxedo and one of my formal dresses, and put on our shiniest manners. I will turn the "Charm" knob up to "dazzle," and with any luck, this should be a delightful birthday dinner for DH. bless his dear, dear heart!!
That's for saturday. Then on Sunday, DH is cooking a turducken. That's a turkey, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken. This one has cajun spices. We are inviting a crowd, because there's 17 lbs of meat to dispense with. This should be another fun party. I just have to clean house and set the table first. Oh, and bake a carrot cake and make a salad. Gleep!! And all I want to do is lie supine in the recliner, huddled under cats and blankets, eating cheese and almonds, and reading or watching Perry Mason re-runs. Hate November!!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
pattern for six-fingered gloves
Appx 200 yds worsted weight yarn
size 8 needles.
Gauge: Give me a break! These are six-fingered gloves. Who cares what gauge you get? They won't fit anyone anyway.
Cast on 40 stitches.
Knit 8 rows (4 ridges)
Bind off 13 stitches, (This is the front half of the little finger )knit five, turn and knit back (short row)
*Cast on 15 stitches, knit 8 rows (4 ridges), bind off 15 stitches, short row five stitches down and back. *
Repeat between * * two more times. You have four fingers now.
Cast on 15 stitches, knit 8 rows (4 ridges), bind off 25 stitches, (fifth finger)knit a 5 stitch short row, cast on 13 stitches.
Knit 16 rows (8 ridges) then bind off 13 stitches, (thumb)
work another five stitch short row, and cast on 25 stitches.
knit 8 rows, bind off 15 stitches and work another five stitch short row.
Again repeat between * * three more times. You have the front halfs of five fingers, a thumb that folds in half, and the back halfs of four fingers.
Cast on 13 stitches, knit 8 rows, bind off all the way, fold and sew.
These are lovely gag gifts. Present them with great eagerness and exhort to recipient to try them on. It takes some people literally minutes to figure out what's wrong. Then they look at you as if you are insane. Smile brightly and watch them get the joke. I gave a pair to my brother the salesman, who is quite the practical joker. He left them lying around his office, and everyone who came in was shown the nice gloves his sis had made for him and encouraged to try them on. Those gloves brought a lot of laughs to a lot of people for almost a year.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
The fir tree is stillupright and firmly attached to all its limbs. The kitties have forgotten their fright entirely, though Pepper spent about twenty minutes in the middle of the night sucking on my neck and kneading with her needle-sharp claws. You know how it is when you really don't want to wake up, but there's some annoyance that won't let you sleep? I tried hard to ignore it, because it makes her so happy and finally she quit without having to be thrown across the room. But I woke up with a big kitty hickie on my neck this morning.
And after the storm, we had a bit of sunshine, so rather than run the vacuume, I took photos in the garden. Here is the finished odds and bobs scarf. The coral edge makes it look tidy.
And here is half the Fantasy Fibers Mystery batts, with one ply from each of three batts. It's rich, grey/blue/plum/purple tweed and soo soft. About worsted weight. I think I'll have about 520 yards when I'm all done. I don't remember if that's enough for a sweater or if I'll need to add in something else. But it's going to be simple and sophisticated to let the glory of the yarn shine through.
I had every intention of adding in beads, but then couldn't figure how to get them over the hooks on the flyer. I may just thread them up and add them in as I knit for a little extra sparkle. My inner magpie likes things that are shiiiiney!
By the way, thanks to the folks who told me how to cook pumpkin. It sounds yummy and I think I'll give it a try.
On a more serious note, I have been loving the pictures of children that their parents post on their blogs, but there are weirdos out in the world. Is it safe to put your darling's photo on line?? And when does the baby bathing in the sink become child pron? There's a hysterical shot of a little guy having breakfast, sitting on the floor with his legs spraddled around his cereal bowl, and his little dingle dangling in the Oatie-os and milk. It's so innocent and cute, but I can see where a predator might have other thoughts. (Ewwww!!) So what do you think is appropriate?
Monday, November 12, 2007
doesn't windy come after shoesday?
Saturday, November 10, 2007
squeezing out some photos
Mandatory kitty photo. This is Candy, nested on DH's lap blanket. Candy's motto is, "Don't make me cut you." She has grumpy old kitty down to an art.
At last, the orphan sweater! It's fluffy and oh, so warm! Got to get it delivered right away!(Medical teams International.) It should fit anyone from a very small woman to a child with several other layers underneath, and the sleeves rolled up. I am crocheting a belt for it.
In Dave Daniel's blog, I always admire his wonderful atmospheric photos of the beautiful old buildings in Boston. Portland is about a century and a half younger than Boston, but we still have a nice old building or two. This is our Multnomah County Library. It really is a monument to education and literature. High ceilings, awesome marble staircases, gracious enormous windows, and acres of books that anyone with a card can borrow and read! Also, on cold and rainy days, it's a warm, dry, safe place for bums to come and doze. Compassion lives here as well as nobility and knowledge.
Across the street from the library is a nice old three story brick house (Now a legal firm) which has been covered, freaking COVERED with ivy! Pretty impressive. And rather pretty. But the ivy is probably prying the bricks apart, and will one day tear tha whole place down. The power of implacable growth. Entropy rules!!
The laptop screen can be seen, through a glass darkly, with the use of strong light. I was able to pick up these photos yesterday by holding the screen in the last rays of the setting sun. Hooray for good solutions!!
1. Name one person who made you laugh last night?
Ben (cats are too people!)
2.What were you doing at 0800? Headed for the hot tub at the gym. a lovely way to start a Saturday.
3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Soaking in the hot tub at the gym.
4. What happened to you in 2006? Lessee - this is 2007 so last year - I had a birthday. I went on a cruise with DH. We got a Christmas tree. Oh, I published Sanna, Sorceress Apprentice> and started blogging and made a slew of new friends!
5. What was the last thing you said out loud? "I love you. Have fun!" (DH is going out for breakfast with the guys.)
6. How many beverages did you have today? Just the one cup of tes so far.
7. What color is your hairbrush? Black.
8. What was the last thing you paid for? Parking downtown
9. Where were you last night? Home with DH
10 What color is your front door? varnished wood color
11. Where do you keep your change?In a collection of old milk bottles or floating around in the bottom of my tote bag.
12.What’s the weather like today? 52 degrees (11C), 96% humidity, overcast - but not raining
13. What’s the best ice-cream flavor? Real, home-made strawberry. Made with eggs. And Hood strawberries. But I'm lactose intolerant, so it doesn't matter anymore. My favorite frozen yogurt is green tea.
14. What excites you? DH, sunshine, attention, presents with no strings, good stories, going for a ride with DH, talking with friends.
15. Do you want to cut your hair? Not quite yet.
16. Are you over the age of 25? ROFL - by more than twice!
17. Do you talk a lot? How much is a lot? I do like to hold forth, but I like to listen as well.
19. Do you know anyone named Steven? Yep
20. Do you make up your own words? Sure, doesn't everyone?21. Are you a jealous person? Only occasionally.
22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘A’. Alice. Anne.
23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘K’. Katherine, Anne's mommy
24. Who’s the first person on your received call list? My what?
25. What does the last text message you received say? Do I get text messages? where do I find them?
26. Do you chew on your straw? Nope.
27. Do you have curly hair? Yes, and I'm proud of it.
28. Where’s the next place you’re going to?
sully's for a solitary breakfast. It's a treat!!
29. Who’s the rudest person in your life? I prefer to forget these people.
30. What was the last thing you ate? A chunk of corn bread
31. Will you get married in the future? I plan on dying before DH does so I don't have to live without him.
32. What’s the best movie you’ve seen in the past 2 weeks? ::mumbles:: Haven't seen a movie in the past two weeks...
33. Is there anyone you like right now? What sort of twisted soul do you think I am? I like lots and lots of people right now. I adore DH!
36. Did you cry today? It's a glorious day, I'm warm, well fed, safe, and loved. Nothing to cry over.
37. Why did you answer and post this? Because I like Monica and it's easier to meme than to fight over the photos. (Oh, but wait till you see the nice orphan sweater. Really, I do have to get that photo posted somehow.
38. Tag 5 people who would do this survey.
Ya don't have to do it if you don't want to.
Oh, and I woke up this morning with a very clear vision of a weasle wearing a t-shirt that read, "I am Mr. Shatner's toupee wrangler." any dream intrepretation readings on that?
Friday, November 09, 2007
Regarding rum balls: Corn syrup goes into the recipe to keep the melted chocolate from seizing. (that's when the sugar in the chocolate all hardens up into lumps.)
Fourteen batches is not excessive. My rum balls are a decades long tradition, and no matter how many batches I make, there are never enough.
Chocolate and beer? Eeeewww! No thank you, Queen of all the Snowcows! LOL
I spent most of the morning melting and mixing and rolling rumballs. I now have four BIG tins full, ripening up. It's important to let them sit in their air-tight tins for at least several days. Six weeks is not too long. The flavor blooms.
And yes, in the midst of all this confectionery, knitting does go on. Simple diagonal scarf using up odds and bobs of angoras, alpacca, some kid mohair, and some super-soft mystery fiber.
What next? I'll have to toss the stash tonight. Want my pattern for six-fingered gloves?
Thursday, November 08, 2007
I took photos, but . .
Lunch breaks are too short. Maybe I can begin getting her to my writer's group somehow.
After that, I bought vanilla wafers, a primary ingredient for rum balls. It's time to start my Christmas cookies. I spent the rest of the afternoon listening to "The Beak of the Finch" and grinding 14 boxes of 'Nilla wafers to dust.
To make rum balls, first crush vanilla wafers to a fine powder. You can do this by taking the tea towel embroidered by your aunt Honoria, pouring the wafers into it, folding it into a nice package, and running a rolling pin back and forth over it for about twenty minutes. If you don't crush the wafers to a powder, you will get lumpy rumballs and the only thing worse than lumpy balls is a cold cockle. Good rumballs will warm the cockles of the heart of the crustiest curmudgeon.
If you are making more than one batch of rumballs, you could take the pillowcase embroidered by your aunt floradora, dump in three boxes of wafers, tie the case closed and throw it on the floor. Then put on your wooden soled shoes and practice clog dancing on it for about twenty minutes. Stomp on all the corners, and fluff the pillowcase once or twice in mid-process to be sure you thouroughly crush those cookies.
Once you have made and shared these rumballs, all your friends will be wanting some. So take the king-sized bedspread that was tie-dyed by your aut Euphoria, dump in fourteen boxes of cookies, fold up the edges and secure the package wit bungee cords, then visit your friend Max the tap-dancing elephant, and let him rock out on the bundle for at least twenty minutes. It's important to completely pulverize each and every crumb.
I ran all fourteen boxes of cookies through my good old hand crank meatgrinder. You can never find a tap-dancing elephant when you need one.
for a single batch:
6 oz choc chips (1 C.)
1/2 C. sugar
3 Tbs light corn syrup
1/2 C. rum
2 1/2 C finely crushed vanilla wafers
Melt choc chips . Add sugar and corn syrup. Mix. Add rum and cookie crumbs. Mix thouroughly and form into small balls. Allow to ripen in an air tight tin several days.
No baking. The hard part is shaping all those little balls. I bought a tiny ice cream scoop and saved myself hours of work and mess.
I mix everything in a big glass bowl. That way, I just dump in the chocolate chips, and stick the whole thing in the microwave to melt them. Saves cleaning the double boiler.
I use different kinds of alcohol for different batches. Bourbon is nice, as is Amoretto or Grand Marinier. Be creative. What doesn't go with chocolate? OK, gin leaps to mind as an appalling option. I would NOT make a batch of chocolate gin balls. but Drambuie or Bailey's Irish Cream could be nice.
So my shoulder is sore from an hour of cranking - the meat grinder - for the cookies, you filthy-minded pervs!But finagling photos onto blog just hasn't happend today. Tomorrow, with any luck . . . then I can also show off the scarf I'm whacking together out of bits while I decide what to knit next.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
posting from two computers at once.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Shoesday without pictures
I got up this morning, read everyone else's blogs, then made a list of the things I need to do before Christmas. It scared me so much I went back to bed. Some things are better not viewed as a whole.
Actually, many things are in flux right now. My bowels among them. LG and I had an appointment to fix knitting issues today, but I had to cancel and she has been immensely gracious about it. You young people, here is your official warning: You will reach an age when the state of your bowels is not only vitally important to you, but a fit topic of conversation with others of your age group. You may as well get used to the idea right now.
So LG and I re-scheduled, but in the course of our converstaion, LG confided that she has taken the NaNoWriMo challenge and is writing a poem a day. Yayyy, LG!!!! Scansion ho!
And Norma, of Now Norma Knits and Red Scarf Fame, has agreed to do a blog interview about my first book, Sanna, Sorceress Apprentice. How too cool is that? Anyone else doing the NoBloMo? I happily volunteer to give you similar blog fodder in exchange for wider publicity. Book 2 should be out in early December.
Man, my head aches, too. Is there a bug going around?
Sunday, November 04, 2007
building castles with my writing blocks
And now is the NaBloPoMo for bloggers. I can't participate in this one because I know I will be unable to post on Mondays or Wednesdays, and the rules stipulate that you post to your blog every day. But it's a great exercise even if I can't do it. (Skiing is great exercise, too, and I'm never gonna do THAT!)
What I have is marketing block. But I have promised myself a lottery ticket each time I mail off three query letters to agents and/or editors. You can't win if you don't buy a ticket is my motto for November.
Great suggestions for the presents for DH. I'm gonna go with them!
T&PW gave him a welding unit one year, and he has enjoyed it thouroughly. In fact, the son of a friend is asking for welding lessons now. Seems he crossed a fence with the family car and the fence needs repair.
Other great gifts have been a quilt I made for him before we were married, two gold coins I sold my diamond earrings to buy (I don't care for sparkling stones, and the earrings were a relic from my first marriage.) and a weekend at the beach that turned out to be incredible. (A warm, calm weekend in mid-November? We lay in the hot tub with the waves breaking wildly in front of us and a full moon rising behind us. It was amazing!!) Nothing I can count on duplicating now. And the problem with buying tools is getting the right tools. Much as I love yarn, I don't want $50 worth of acrylic, and he doesn't want just any old implement of destruction to plug in and make noise with. Though maybe, if I could find a flame-thrower . . .
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Best laid plans, and all that . .
Thursday night was our first freeze. On Friday, headed to the GED training session, I had to scrape frost off the car windows. I couldn't find the scraper because, since I was carpooling with two co-workers, I had cleaned the floating mass of detritus out of my car and thrown a bag of dreck away. I think the ice scraper was lost amidst the dreck. So I used a credit card. Cold fingers but clear windows. Note to self: Get ice scraper.
I got a LOT of knitting done at the training session and have the body of the orphan sweater finished. Shades of red plus purple elicit varied responses from people. I think I'm falling into the stage of life where I will put any colors together if I want to, whether it's chic to combine them or not. Also, my stash goes back decades, so I can combine colors from many different eras. I remember when turquoise and a certain shade of olive green was THE coolest color combo. I know people would definitely blink at it now. And remember the mauve phase? Red and purple (and certainly these shades of red and purple) are quite pretty, but still a bit startling, especially to the young. Ahh, if only I could get a photo.
The season has brought poetry out of my subconscious. Here ya go:
with windows and a chair;
an oversized, overstuffed, grandmother’s lap of a chair
yellow as a ginko leaf in autumn.
A quilt like a calico hug.
A side table big enough
for book, reading lamp,
cozied pot of darjeeling, steam
dreamily rising from the spout.
Amber light pooled around me,
in the sharp dark . . .
Thursday, November 01, 2007
All Saint's Day
The nice thing about my sparse decorations is that I got all the Halloween stuff cleaned up in one minute. Just open the yard debris bin, and toss the pumpkins in. Other folks will have to spend hours taking down, and figuring out where to store all their stuff. I mean, where does one keep a remote-controled spider the size of a pug dog?
DH has taken the remaining candy in to the locusts at work, so temptation is out of the way. Except for the two packages of Skittles I grabbed and stuck in the back of the napkin drawer. And the three packages of M&Ms that have materialized in his magazine rack. But other than that, we are a candy-free zone. Unless you count the Twizzlers I keep in the car for those long road trips on Mondays.
Thank you, thank you for all the good advice about VISTA. I shall heed your words and look for anything else. Retro-fit XP into a new laptop perhaps, or maybe even a refurbished government surplus something. Wish it was as much fun to shop for computers as it is to shop for yarn.
Speaking of yarn and knitting stuff, I have turned out a purple fuzzy hat and scarf, and am 1/4 of the way through an orphan sweater made with purple fuzzy yarn held together with red mohair that shades from carmine to maroon. this is going to be a warm darn sweater!!
Tomorrow I have more GED stuff, so will likely not get a posting done. And Saturday, when we are not out and about, DH is on the desktop. But he sleeps in Sunday, so perhaps I'll see you then. Happy November to all!