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September, 2008

September 12, 2008


When a girl on TV is crying, "She's sad.  She'd feel better if she had some ice cream".


September 11, 2008



September 9, 2008


Next step is some "wrap around" pictures but for now, here's a picture I consider mind boggling.

 After blocking  Blocked and done...completely done...Kelly's shawl.  When folded into a triangle, it will be a double layer of warmth.  It is beautiful and I am insanely proud of it.

Specifics:  The pattern is the Fir Cone Square Shawl, found in Folk Shawls by Cheryl Oberle.  The yarn is the yarn recommended in the book, Harrisville Designs New England Shetland.  This is an example of a Shetland square shawl. 

Soon...pictures from our adventure in Wisconsin.


September 3, 2008

What the heck?

Pooh is here to tell you that it's September.  But that's not the picture I want to show you. 

This is the picture I wanted to show you.  I went out to get the newspapers this morning and discovered someone had stolen my two gerbera daisy plants, right off the front steps.  Who does something like that?  I'm really annoyed.  I'm terrible at gardening but this year, I was doing pretty well.  I have some plants in the back that look nice and the daisies were blooming and so pretty.  I actually checked their progress every day.  So, I finally get some pretty plants and someone takes them.  I can't win.

It makes me think of a recent incident in the food store.  You know the green bags you can buy for your groceries for about $1.00?  The reusable bags?  I walked into the store and noticed that there were four bags in one of the shopping carts.  Someone had obviously forgotten them when they put the food in the car.  I felt bad because this cart was one of the infant seat carts, so you know it was a Mom who was probably a little rushed and all.  I thought that maybe I should take them to the courtesy desk in case the mother came back looking for them.  But then I thought she probably wouldn't because she'd think someone would just take them.  Just as I thought that, a woman walked in with a small girl and without a thought, just swooped the bags up and took them.  She didn't even stop talking.  I just stopped and thought how easy that was for her.  Just without a thought.  Is it just me?  Am I Pollyanna or some throwback to an earlier time?  I just cannot take something that doesn't belong to me.  I can't do it.  And yet it seems so easy for people.  I really am puzzled by this.  I'm also amazed at the way people drive, at least here on Long Island.  When the light turns green, I'm now in the habit of looking both ways before I move into the intersection.  Red lights seem to be just a suggestion these days.  Two days ago, I was driving down the street and someone just turned left out of one of the side streets, right in front of me.  Don't they think?  Or am I supposed to be watching out for him?  I don't understand it.  Whatever happened to rules?  I'm so glad I'm not a new driver today.  So, should I put booby-trapped plants on my steps?  Hmmm. 



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