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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

don't read this

Left work early with ... um ... stomach upset. I don't even like to see commercials for Pepto Bismol anymore - they've gotten too graphic for me. I cut my teeth on the stuff. Was always carsick and we seem to go on trips every weekend when I was a kid. Thank goodness, they sell it as tablets now.
Anyway... I had some broth with rice tonight and I'm better, thank you. Spent some time this afternoon doing some beading. Haven't done that in a long time.

Talked to ML about joining an altered book round robin. She said she'd send me an invite. I must be crazy, right? But I have the perfect book with a great binding just waiting to be ruined. How to Win Friends and Influence People. The cover brags that there are fifteen million in print. So to paint and tear this one would be no great loss. I can't remember buying it! Maybe somebody gave it to me as a broad hint.

I also took a theraputic hour to do a little gardening. Have to get my hands back in the dirt a bit at a time. Planted the pink leaved thingies out in front by the mondo grass. Looks good. And I tossed out some more ferns. The bulbs I was trying to save when I sacrificed the toad were still laying on the grass where I dropped them on Sunday. Planted them today. Now we'll see just how hardy amaryllis really are. Still thinking about the murder of Mr. Toad. She did in the garden with a pitchfork. Move back three spaces and roll the dice again.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

long after Saturday's gone

Made my list for today and it looks like Saturday will be a blur of activity. The photo to post for today would be a cloud of dust in my wake. If I get one tenth of the stuff on the list done and still enjoy the weekend it will be counted as a success. Meeting tomorrow afternoon - a social high point. Granddaughter will spend the night unless she's done something really bad already to rule that out. She's always good for at least one memorable quote of the day. Trouble is, my memory doesn't even hold onto these jewels until I can get upstairs to turn on the computer.

Last night in search of the ultimate Indian cuisine, we came up empty. A couple of our favorites had closed and most don't offer a buffet at night. I really like to try a bit of everything... the flavor variety is so wonderful. So we wound up at the Thai Pepper. The Pad Thai noodles there are delicious. Today the grill king will be in charge. I asked him to clean off most of the salty rub from one of the steaks for me. I'm trying to keep from swelling up like a balloon every weekend. Someone send me an email to remind me to take a water pill later, just in case.

I also have to check my entry forms and see how high that will run up my blood pressure. If I have only a week left, then add 10 points; if I've missed the paperwork deadline completely, add 30 points while I compose my email saying the postman ate my entry form, can I send in another. (Update: chairperson is holding up nicely, allowed me to send in my form which is dreadfully late as long as I fill out the form correctly and remember to include the check.)

Life at work is chaotic. I have run out of fingers to count off the crisis. Everyone is experiencing family emergencies in the midst of all these deadlines and so we're running short staffed and those who can show up are distracted with worry about non-work problems. It's a mess there. Late yesterday, a couple of us were proofing stuff neither of us is really familiar with... and it took both of us and a lot of notes and flipping back and forth in books to be sure we covered all the basics. We were both quietly hysterical at the fact that it took our two brains ten times as long to do this task. But it had to be done - and we were the warm bodies available.

Go plant something now. It's spring today here in Humidity, Texas. And that's what (hum along now) we will remember long after Saturday's gone.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

the kitchen sink

Everything will be blogged about tonight.

At lunch on Saturday, while slicing through a perfectly cooked, thickly crusted steak, the grill king announced he will be inviting more people over to the house for dinner. We really must get suitable tables and chairs indoors and out. His steak success is going to his head. I plan to bring in chicken parts and perhaps fish. For his anniversary present I have ordered a branding iron that says Road Kill. I can only hope it will arrive in time for the next invitees to appreciate it.

My daughter dragged me kicking and screaming to the garden store where they have nothing but plants and pots and fertilizer. Bought a bit. She bought a lot. We had coupons. It was a weekend that begs gardeners to go spend money and try again. She planted hers around her new gazebo. I put a couple of tomatoes in my raised beds and one and only one zuchinni plant. The sugar snaps are still producing. Can I send anyone some parsley? We harvested the one white radish that came up. Granddaughter refused to try the radish, but she did take three nibbles of a sugar snap (don't say the word pea!) and agreed it tasted good. Which earned her a bit of dessert for her adventurous foray into new green foods.
She stayed over last night and woke up with a smiling, "Good Morning, Grandma" even though she was forced to sleep on the floor in a non-zippered "sleeping bag." In other words, I piled two blankets on the floor with a pillow. If the guest room was cleared out a bit and not so close to my craft supplies, I could trust her upstairs. But she wanders after hours sometimes.

J and I spray basted her quilt at my house outdoors and in the process embedded some oak ephemera in the batting layer. I loaned her my walking foot for the sewing machine and although I believe in it, ran a little test and proved to both of us it was a wise purchase. In just two inches of stitching without it, the top layer had slipped 1/8 inch past the lower layer and the sample was curved. The sample with the walking foot matched up perfectly at each end and lay on the table perfectly flat.

I finished warping the 45" wide loom with the 3" wire warp... seems a waste of opportunity, but the little loom is going to be taken to my daughter's house for her use for the next half year. She's rearranged her house to make room for it already. I have no idea what I will put in my bay window now. It never occured to me that she would be taking the loom away when I said she could use it. But of course it makes sense. I just will miss it a lot and the room will feel strange. Maybe I'll set up the card table for some collage work while I watch summer time happen in the backyard.

Anyway, the wire warp. Was a pain. I had forgotten how much. And I really hadn't planned it all until I got down to threading. Moved from just a plain point twill to a rose path and that meant I was short a few wires. So I had to unroll the warp beam and add those and one of the wires snapped and so I had to move one from the edge to the middle - that will come back to haunt me, I'm sure. Then I felt the need to add some beads. Again, designing on the fly - I undid the warps from the front beam and added some to three warps. Fortunately I had used a 10 dent reed which was wide enough to allow the beads to slide through. This will all become clear later when I post a photo. Patience. I'm still designing. But I have several commitments for this warp. A magazine article, a show entry or two.

I found the right screws for the little loom so that is finished. We should be able to weave on the pink warp the next time my granddaughter comes over. And just warping the looms gets me thinking about projects that I want to do. Washing dishes makes me think of projects to weave. I have a dishcloth I wove. Yes, I use it, it is beautiful even though it is orange. I should weave more of these for the fall sale. In green, not orange. I reason I have this one is because it is orange, I'm sure. No one buys orange wash cloths. I crocheted around the edge and that took a lot of time, but it is really, really, nice and is holding up very well. As long as no one goes near it with bleach cleanser, I'm okay with using it. It stays in the drawer when my mom is visiting. No matter how hard she tries, my green sink will never be white.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

sunny morning

Yesterday was a picture perfect morning. Today, however, heavy morning mist is all around - so it's a good thing I took this photo yesterday. It's not really raining so much as the humidity is congealing and falling out of the air. The azalea trail has begun here in my backyard. Always amazes me to see the fuschia ones bloom. They were here when we moved in and were moved when we had foundation work done. I lost one of the big ones last year, but the other two are doing okay. The small white ones in the front yard seem way behind on budding. Maybe the asparagus ferns have begun to choke them out. I will have to begin remedial action.

I awoke from an early morning dream - sort of a pre-play of tonight's expected activities. When I'm worrying about things, my mind works overtime. My boss is having an event at work after hours. The dream was that the event is happening in a museum and I am dusting all the objects d'art. Hmmm. Bizarre.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

even prettier

I like all the colors of ferns - even after a freeze. Next comes the falling of the dead leaves. Then we are left with graceful black stems until the spring.

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