Happy Easter !

Now I am paraphrasing George Harrison:

I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping,

while my meringue gently weeps

Dave says he likes a weepy meringue,,,,,,,, Just makes me sad.

At Random

Sometimes life is just a random string of oddities,,,,,,,,,,,



Definition of RANDOM

1. Having no specific pattern, purpose, or objective: random movements.





This morning, Dave spotted eight turkeys, walking single file in the empty lot across the street. What was weird is that they were walking away from town! We live at the edge of this small town,,,,,,,where were they coming from? Had they found food or shelter IN TOWN? Weird.



Of course, by the time I got outside to snap a photo, the turkeys were too far away for the camera to capture. You'll just have to trust me, they are in the shot. I did run outside in my jammies on a 25 degree morning........... This next picture is an exercise in randomness, I just took a shot of my favorite crochet hook, (I am sooooo glad to have it back) a basket, and the book that I am reading for a discussion group. My friend Lynda is leading the group..........open to all, want to join us?

Then, while trying to be completely random.......... I did THIS,,,,,,,,,, I put three dark stripes symmetrically placed in my stash afghan! I did it randomly! Now it looks planned........

So, if something happens randomly , but doesn't look random............and you planned a random look ( is it even possible to plan a random look?),,,,,,,,do you rip it out and do it over MORE RANDOMLY?

TROUBLE and SCRUMBLE

I have not been knitting much,,,,,,,, trouble
(WITH A CAPITAL t AND THAT RHYMES WITH p AND STANDS FOR POOL)

with my wrist. ( Sorry for the cheesy reference, but it is my favorite movie) Actually P stands for pain, in my wrist, so I have been doing very little knitting, but I can crochet! So I have been scrumbling. I love free form work.........These are a few scrumbles I have done lately, I don't know what they will become yet, probably a bag. In the process, I lost my favorite crochet hook. , After frantic searching both the shop and home, I found it behind a chair at home,,,,,,,,I am almost sure it was NICK who put it there! This hook is a gem, a Grafton Fibers creation. I just love it! I use it for all my scrumbling, no matter the thickness of the yarn, or stitch.

The sock of the month group at the shop has begun stitching. We met Tuesday evening,....... and tonight, Thursday, just 48 hours later, the ladies have made remarkable progress! WOW!

Here is a close pic of some of the socks. The pattern is Meida's Sock from Favorite Socks.

And here is a lovely sock made by Mary Kay on her radioactive leg! :) Just kidding, she has stopped glowing already!

A little fantasy, anyone?

First, I read this

Then, this

Then, this

All fantasy fiction, for young (smirk) readers,,,,,,,,,,,, all the same author. Terry Pratchett. Great light, entertaining reading, an added bonus is that Wee Free Men and A Hat Full of Sky have a shepherdess/cheesemaker as the main character.

Crivens! These are good stories!

"Crivens" is an exclamation used frequently in the books by tiny blue men who steal anything and drink lots, but are brave and heroic.

A promise?

I have begun using up bits of leftover yarn in a random ripple afghan. I hereby promise to actually finish this project, all you readers can hold me to my word! December 1st seems like a reasonable deadline,,,,,,,,,

,,,,,all you non-knitters may be thinking' "What? Why does she need that much time?" Well, summer is coming , even an unfinished afghan is way too warm to work on in the heat.......that's why. AND, this afghan is as wide as a queen sized bed,,,,,,,,,one row takes twenty minutes,,,,,,,,Maybe December of 2008 is more like it.........

Abducted!

female family member flees............high speed chase ensues!

A few weeks ago, my mother, and sister, and daughters began talking about our "women's trip" for 2007. Often, the female members of our family will take a weekend vacation, just the girls, no men allowed! One year, they even insisted that I must not utter my beloved David's name on the trip! We have taken the ferry to Michigan, visited the La Crosse Area, gone to Iowa, etc.

This year we decided that the trip itself was less important than the time spent together, so where did we go? Not far,,,,,We rented Riversbend Cottage, right here in Mayville! Just a few miles for my mom, and both my sisters to drive,,,,, Just across town for me. My daughters, granddaughter and niece drove in from Milwaukee. Eight of us in all.

The cottage sits on the banks of the Rock River, and has three bedrooms, two baths, and just about anything else a guest might want.

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We had just settled in when a visitor came to the door, my dad, who was in town having supper at my son's apartment, which is just across the river, I guess Pops missed his women!

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Chinese takeout tastes better if you are wearing your jammies.

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Then another knock at the door. This time it was Clay. I think he smelled the Chinese food from his apartment!

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There were no more surprise guests *(SEE NOTE BELOW), just lots of laughter, stories and general merriment! A good round of thunder and lightning and rain, too.

Getting back to the headline,,,,,,,,,,,,, At bedtime,,,,,,,,,,Eight females, three bedrooms, three people allergic to feathers,,,,,,,,,,,There was a lot of shifting around of rooms when we finally settled down a little after midnight..... I ended up with the couch, a narrow one at that!

Now, I am a woman of considerable girth, it seemed kinda silly to be on a tiny couch when my nice, big bed, complete with husband, was just a few minutes away. So, I decided to make a break for it! My plan included an early morning trip back to the cottage,,,,,,,,,,no one need be the wiser.......I crept out the door quietly.....................only to find my niece in the drive way having a cigarette. I swore her to secrecy, and fled! A few short minutes later I was in my comfy bed,,,,,,, tumbling into dreamland.

Well, there is no such thing as a secret in my family. My smoking niece (pun intended) ( Smoking gun, get it?) told her mother that I had fled, and soon everyone knew of my abscence..................

At exactly 1:12 AM six relatives stormed into my bedroom,,,,,,,flashed on the ceiling light and yelled "BUSTED!" There they were,,,,,circled around my bed, all wearing jammies,,,demanding my return to the sleeepover! My mother stayed back at the cottage. So,,,,,, around 1:15 a caravan of three cars, all containing women in nightclothes, traveled across town, back to the cottage, my car being the last in line. We finally slept.

It was a great time,,,,,,,but I was really tired by Sunday night. So now you all know,,,,,,I come from a long line of women as crazy as me!

*Note .........Added later.......I forgot............there was one more surprise guest,,,,,,,,,My six year old granddaughter lost a tooth around 10pm...............Although no one saw her,,,,,,,,.......the tooth fairy brought a hefty amount of cash while Emili and the others we abducting me from my bed!

Mays Sock finished

Here is May's finished sock, two color resoleable. This is Dave's foot.........worsted weight yarn, very warm