Category: mirth

By March we’re all craving green growing things. Q takes refuge behind a plant on top of the fridge with her pals, The Gnomes.

You know it’s spring training when you come in from showshoeing to watch the Cubs.

When I saw this pattern on Ravelry, I immediately thought of Brenda. So I made her a couple of them for Christmas 2022. Here’ the rust one — wool/silk blend.

The first one I made was light blue wool. It took me a loooonng time to figure out the pattern, because my brain and hands needed to switch from seed stitch to rib to stockinette in each row. A lot of tinking* went on with the first attempt. The contrasting color is my trick for using yarn I already have, but don’t have enough of one color.

I forgot to take photos at Christmas, so this is a shop in downtown Spooner where I met up with Brenda and friends — celebrating her mom’s birthday with a shopping spree.

Here’s the original by designer Thea Coleman whose website is called Baby Cocktails.

*tink is knit spelled backwards.

I have hereby officially found all the items I lost during my many months of memory loss. I even found my black jeans which have been missing for nine months. Now that my brain has returned from an alternate reality, remind me not to refill my prescription for Topamax.

I wanted to make a rain chain for Brenda’s birthday, so I started gathering all sorts of stuff

There was a bucket of rocks languishing behind the toolshed.

At first I thought I’d use rocks, but I was really lame at wrapping rocks in wire. I actually bought a diamond drill bit so I could drill holes through them and send the wire through, but it was painfully slow and I planned to use A Lot O’ Rocks. Then I rediscovered this box of wooden things.

Doesn’t everyone have a box of wooden things? Prolly not.

And these rascals had pre-drilled holes. Amazing.

This’ll work. Pre-rusted, too.

Tools. Preferably pre-rusted. They work better that way. (I looked it up on Google.) Those keys would also make an interesting rain chain.

The wire went neatly through the wood, then I wrapped it around something several times to make a pigtail.

Happy Birthday, Brenda.

So I decided to pop outside for a few minutes this morning and it was a bit wet, so grabbed the boots near the door. But when it came time to remove them, they wouldn’t budge. So I had to resort to a bit of canola oil to coax the boots and my feet to part ways.

So I was outside working and sweating and cleaning up the yard and mowing (had to change the mower oil first) and sweating and trimming. It might have been time to quit for the day . . . or not. So, I sat down in a lawn chair to ponder. And I saw a bluebird. I’ve never seen one here before. Apparently, the answer was to quit for the day because had I been mowing, I’d have missed that rascal.

If he sticks around — I assume they’re nesting somewhere nearby — I’ll get a picture.

Here I am, just getting warmed up explaining my problem to the Support Agent and I hear the dreaded words: “Is there anything else I can help you with?” I feel like the Ralph Fiennes character in the movie In Bruges. Ralph has a thing for smashing inanimate objects.