You can count all 6!
Made me laugh!
Cute face!
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Contest & Garden News
Hook news:
Mary Maxim Contest
I’ve now finished all 30 squares, and yesterday my entry tag from Mary Maxim arrived. Yippee! Plus I saw Dr. Nick and got my spine and shoulders adjusted—so I'm more than ready to finish this ghan and get it mailed in. Then it’s a matter of patiently waiting—something that has always eluded me.
Crook news:
How does your garden grow?
Mine is struggling along. Last year I planted 12 sweet pea plants. I let them go to seed in the hopes that this year I would have more sweet peas. This past winter has been a wet one, and one day during a lovely storm I watched as most of my seeds floated down the sidewalk and down to the drain. I held out hope that somehow some of the seeds had survived, and I was right. Apparently 3 did. Of those 3, only 2 plants have survived and so far I’ve had 2 blooms off one plant and none off the other.
In desperation, I dragged Mr. Retired to the nursery yesterday and came home with 2 geranium plants and one pot of carnations. The carnations are the smaller flower on stalks that are less than 12-inches and are the color of smoked salmon and smell like fresh cinnamon. Yumm!
My 2 houseplants are growing great guns and I’m most pleased. The one I call “Joyce” is in need of a trim, and I’ll have to screw up the courage to tackle that job, but otherwise “Joyce” and “Ethel” are doing well and seem to be happy.
From the Bookshelf:
Sandstorm
In the wee hours this morning, I finished reading Sandstorm, a novel by James Rollins. Whoo-HOO! The book did not disappoint, and it was worth losing sleep to finish it (even if we never do find out what they did with the basket—hehehe). The action level kept building until we crashed into the finale, then a slightly calm wrap-up that left me eager for the next SIGMA book. Great read, and I loved that there was a news article yesterday that tied in with this book (I won’t say anything about it because it would give away a major plot issue).
On a scale of 1-10, I’d rate this book a 9.75.
My current read:
I’m now reading a “calm” book while I wait to climb up the list at the library for “Map of Bones” (sitting at #9 and holding—one copy for the entire county system!)
The “calm” book I chose is Mystery Mile from Margery Allingham. My copy came to me as a gift from Mr. Retired. He paid a nickel for it at a garage sale. Published in 1930, it sold for a whopping 25-cents and was part of the “Mercury Mystery” series. The pages are somewhat brittle, so I’m careful as I read—and I have to read with a light on because of the coloration (quite yellow-brown) of the pages.
Still, it’s an interesting read and will give me a Rollins break before I tackle either “Map of Bones” or the first of the “Wit’ch” series.
Personal:
How patient are you?
As I said earlier, I'm not always a patient person. As I begin to fret over things, and wonder “when”, the desire to push the button and have things in my time rather than the Lord’s surfaces and I usually remember this verse:
Mary Maxim Contest
I’ve now finished all 30 squares, and yesterday my entry tag from Mary Maxim arrived. Yippee! Plus I saw Dr. Nick and got my spine and shoulders adjusted—so I'm more than ready to finish this ghan and get it mailed in. Then it’s a matter of patiently waiting—something that has always eluded me.
Crook news:
How does your garden grow?
Mine is struggling along. Last year I planted 12 sweet pea plants. I let them go to seed in the hopes that this year I would have more sweet peas. This past winter has been a wet one, and one day during a lovely storm I watched as most of my seeds floated down the sidewalk and down to the drain. I held out hope that somehow some of the seeds had survived, and I was right. Apparently 3 did. Of those 3, only 2 plants have survived and so far I’ve had 2 blooms off one plant and none off the other.
In desperation, I dragged Mr. Retired to the nursery yesterday and came home with 2 geranium plants and one pot of carnations. The carnations are the smaller flower on stalks that are less than 12-inches and are the color of smoked salmon and smell like fresh cinnamon. Yumm!
My 2 houseplants are growing great guns and I’m most pleased. The one I call “Joyce” is in need of a trim, and I’ll have to screw up the courage to tackle that job, but otherwise “Joyce” and “Ethel” are doing well and seem to be happy.
From the Bookshelf:
Sandstorm
In the wee hours this morning, I finished reading Sandstorm, a novel by James Rollins. Whoo-HOO! The book did not disappoint, and it was worth losing sleep to finish it (even if we never do find out what they did with the basket—hehehe). The action level kept building until we crashed into the finale, then a slightly calm wrap-up that left me eager for the next SIGMA book. Great read, and I loved that there was a news article yesterday that tied in with this book (I won’t say anything about it because it would give away a major plot issue).
On a scale of 1-10, I’d rate this book a 9.75.
My current read:
I’m now reading a “calm” book while I wait to climb up the list at the library for “Map of Bones” (sitting at #9 and holding—one copy for the entire county system!)
The “calm” book I chose is Mystery Mile from Margery Allingham. My copy came to me as a gift from Mr. Retired. He paid a nickel for it at a garage sale. Published in 1930, it sold for a whopping 25-cents and was part of the “Mercury Mystery” series. The pages are somewhat brittle, so I’m careful as I read—and I have to read with a light on because of the coloration (quite yellow-brown) of the pages.
Still, it’s an interesting read and will give me a Rollins break before I tackle either “Map of Bones” or the first of the “Wit’ch” series.
Personal:
How patient are you?
As I said earlier, I'm not always a patient person. As I begin to fret over things, and wonder “when”, the desire to push the button and have things in my time rather than the Lord’s surfaces and I usually remember this verse:
Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him – Psalms 37:1As a “work in progress” I don’t always listen as my brain tells my heart to wait, but sometimes I do. Perhaps someday I’ll actually learn to relax and wait before my brain has to talk to my heart.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Murphy's Law - or Are You Content?
Hook news:
Mary Maxim Contest
I’ve now finished 28 squares! Considering the pain in my hand, I’m ecstatic!
Crook news:
Murphy's law days.
I'm sure you've had them. A day when if something could go wrong, it did. When no matter what you tried, it failed. No matter where you went, or what route you took, there were a billion other people wanting to share the same spot of the road with you—at the same time. A day when you looked at the mix of clouds in the sky and thought, "If I were a cloud, today I would be one of the black and gloomy clouds." Recognize any of those scenarios? See, I was sure you'd had one of those days too. *grins*
Yesterday was one of those days for me. All day long as things went wrong and I grumbled and complained both out loud and to myself, the latter part of a verse from Hebrews kept running through my brain:
When the day was over, did any of it matter? No. The things that went wrong were nothing major—I ended the day alive and kicking with all my pieces and parts intact, my loved ones survived to see today, and here I am. I've had a chance to tell the Lord how sorry I was for my attitude, and that I'd need His strength to get past all this. Somehow, I know in my heart that He will give me the strength I need. The question remains … will I be wise enough to be content?
Mary Maxim Contest
I’ve now finished 28 squares! Considering the pain in my hand, I’m ecstatic!
Crook news:
Murphy's law days.
I'm sure you've had them. A day when if something could go wrong, it did. When no matter what you tried, it failed. No matter where you went, or what route you took, there were a billion other people wanting to share the same spot of the road with you—at the same time. A day when you looked at the mix of clouds in the sky and thought, "If I were a cloud, today I would be one of the black and gloomy clouds." Recognize any of those scenarios? See, I was sure you'd had one of those days too. *grins*
Yesterday was one of those days for me. All day long as things went wrong and I grumbled and complained both out loud and to myself, the latter part of a verse from Hebrews kept running through my brain:
"… and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee." - Hebrews 13:5Was I content? No. I was not satisfied, and no matter what good took place, all I saw were the things that went wrong. Mr. Retired and I completed our errands, and as we were driving towards home, I looked up and saw that God sent a beautiful sunset where He turned the clouds to a beautiful gold color. That was when I finally realized that while I kicked and moaned and groaned and became more miserable with each passing moment, I'd missed the beauty, joy and wonder that God had set aside for me. For He had done as He promised, He had not left me; but once again I had left Him and as a result I had spent a most miserable day.
When the day was over, did any of it matter? No. The things that went wrong were nothing major—I ended the day alive and kicking with all my pieces and parts intact, my loved ones survived to see today, and here I am. I've had a chance to tell the Lord how sorry I was for my attitude, and that I'd need His strength to get past all this. Somehow, I know in my heart that He will give me the strength I need. The question remains … will I be wise enough to be content?
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Parking, Hooking and a Light
Hook news:
Mary Maxim Contest
I’ve now finished (finished to me means not only stitched, but all the ends are woven into the project) 25 squares and 5 rows on this project. I added those squares to my afghan, and so I now only need 5 squares/1 row and then I can do the length wise joining and the edging. I should have this done by the end of the month or before. :)
Crook news:
How do you park?
Yesterday we went out to lunch. I noticed a bright orange post-it note stuck to the outside of the driver’s window on the car in the space to my right. I'm curious (or is that nosey? hehehe) enough, I read it. I laughed—out loud.
So if you can't park your vehicle, and someday you come out and find a note on your window, perhaps Mr. Retired stopped by. *wink*
Personal:
From my reading in Psalms this morning:
The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?– Psalms 27:1
When the world around me is filled with woes, frustrations and sorrows, and the way is dark, I need only look to the Lord for strength, comfort, and security—for He will light my way.
Mary Maxim Contest
I’ve now finished (finished to me means not only stitched, but all the ends are woven into the project) 25 squares and 5 rows on this project. I added those squares to my afghan, and so I now only need 5 squares/1 row and then I can do the length wise joining and the edging. I should have this done by the end of the month or before. :)
Crook news:
How do you park?
Yesterday we went out to lunch. I noticed a bright orange post-it note stuck to the outside of the driver’s window on the car in the space to my right. I'm curious (or is that nosey? hehehe) enough, I read it. I laughed—out loud.
You should learn how to park between the lines. A jeep isn't that big.Oh how often I've wanted to leave a similar note, but I lack the courage; besides my mother's voice always echoes in brain, "Be nice." As I caught up with Mr. Retired at the door to the restaurant, he asked what the note said. I told him, and he (who doesn't have my mother's voice echoing in his brain) promptly said he wanted to get that printed on cards and sealed in plastic – maybe a thousand or so – and carry them with him.
So if you can't park your vehicle, and someday you come out and find a note on your window, perhaps Mr. Retired stopped by. *wink*
Personal:
From my reading in Psalms this morning:
The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?– Psalms 27:1
When the world around me is filled with woes, frustrations and sorrows, and the way is dark, I need only look to the Lord for strength, comfort, and security—for He will light my way.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Afghan update
Hook news:
Mary Maxim Contest
Last night I finished the 20th square, wove in all the ends on the last 5 and joined 2 more rows to the contest ghan. I'm now 2/3 finished!
Crook news:
Shaking my head
I don't often comment on politics, at least not here, but I'm shaking my head this morning over an action taken by the California Assembly. (Sometimes I think the first 3 letters of their name are so very appropriate!)
This past January the Anaheim Angels changed the name of their baseball team to the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. Reason? Marketing that translates to more money. (Now that song from Cabaret is running through my brain! … “Money makes the world go around …”)
Personally, I thought the name change was a silly thing to do. The team is in Anaheim. Be proud of it. Besides, is it really that big of a deal? Disneyland is in Anaheim and they aren't out to change their name to LaLa Disneyland in Anaheim. There is also the Anaheim Ducks. Do they now become the LA Ducks of Anaheim? If you do a search on Google for “Anaheim”, the 5th hit is for the Anaheim Angels. They should have left well enough alone. But they didn’t, and apparently their actions are so important they Calif. Assembly has to step in and pass a law. Yes, we have a law pending that will “require a team named for a city in which it doesn't play most of its games to disclose that fact on all tickets, advertisements and promotional materials.” The reason? The consumer is being deceived.
Sure they are, but is this the best the great California Assembly can come up with? This is how they earn their pay? This state is facing a $4 billion budget deficit and potential water and electricity shortages, yet the Assembly is worried about what is on a sports ticket?
I have to agree with Assemblyman Ray Haynes, R-Murrieta, who said, "This is an absolutely foolish bill." Here! Here! Assemblyman Haynes, stick by your guns. Get the Senate to join you, and then please get back to the business of dealing with the mess the State of California is in—before it’s too late.
Personal:
From my reading in Psalms this morning:
I will sing unto the LORD, because he hath dealt bountifully with me. – Psalms 13:6
The world may idle away it’s time, the legislature may idle away it’s duties, but the Lord has been gracious to me, and I will sing His praises my life through.
Mary Maxim Contest
Last night I finished the 20th square, wove in all the ends on the last 5 and joined 2 more rows to the contest ghan. I'm now 2/3 finished!
Crook news:
Shaking my head
I don't often comment on politics, at least not here, but I'm shaking my head this morning over an action taken by the California Assembly. (Sometimes I think the first 3 letters of their name are so very appropriate!)
This past January the Anaheim Angels changed the name of their baseball team to the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. Reason? Marketing that translates to more money. (Now that song from Cabaret is running through my brain! … “Money makes the world go around …”)
Personally, I thought the name change was a silly thing to do. The team is in Anaheim. Be proud of it. Besides, is it really that big of a deal? Disneyland is in Anaheim and they aren't out to change their name to LaLa Disneyland in Anaheim. There is also the Anaheim Ducks. Do they now become the LA Ducks of Anaheim? If you do a search on Google for “Anaheim”, the 5th hit is for the Anaheim Angels. They should have left well enough alone. But they didn’t, and apparently their actions are so important they Calif. Assembly has to step in and pass a law. Yes, we have a law pending that will “require a team named for a city in which it doesn't play most of its games to disclose that fact on all tickets, advertisements and promotional materials.” The reason? The consumer is being deceived.
Sure they are, but is this the best the great California Assembly can come up with? This is how they earn their pay? This state is facing a $4 billion budget deficit and potential water and electricity shortages, yet the Assembly is worried about what is on a sports ticket?
I have to agree with Assemblyman Ray Haynes, R-Murrieta, who said, "This is an absolutely foolish bill." Here! Here! Assemblyman Haynes, stick by your guns. Get the Senate to join you, and then please get back to the business of dealing with the mess the State of California is in—before it’s too late.
Personal:
From my reading in Psalms this morning:
I will sing unto the LORD, because he hath dealt bountifully with me. – Psalms 13:6
The world may idle away it’s time, the legislature may idle away it’s duties, but the Lord has been gracious to me, and I will sing His praises my life through.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Being swift
Hook news:
Mary Maxim Contest
I now have 19 squares completed, with some ends to weave in, and then I’ll add 2 more rows to my contest ghan. :)
Crook news:
Abby update:
Abby Darlin’s surgery went well, her incision healed beautifully, and today the vet took the stitches out. She’s one happier cat. The sad news is that she has also gone deaf. :( We've noticed a few signs on and off over the past few months, but apparently this infection finished the job and she can't hear. She howls a lot, and we have to be careful not to startle her when we come up on her, but otherwise she's okay. We'll give her loads of TLC and help her deal with this.
We now have a flea problem though. *growl * So “Advantage” to the rescue. Both cats are now restless and driving Mr. Retired and I crazy. Short trip, I know.
Moving:
This weekend we dug in and emptied out a bunch of junk from the garage. Filled up 2 garbage cans, plus several boxes and bags of stuff for Goodwill.
Because we emptied things out, I splurged and purchased 2 mugs for our new dishes. The new kitchen will be warm and cozy, and there won’t be a speck of blue or red on the dishes (at least not if I can help it!) We’ve chosen Fiesta Ware from Homer Laughlin and have agreed on Sunflower and Tangerine. I’d love the green, but Mr. Retired refuses to eat or drink from green dishes … so we’ll stick with the yellow and orange.
Personal:
Further in my Bible study with my friend, I was reading James from the beginning this morning and this verse struck me right between the eyes.
Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath: – James 1:19
So often I get upset over silly things and let my temper flare. Worse, I’ll blurt out things that I shouldn’t. What good does it do to yell at some goofy driver? They can’t hear me, thankfully, and it only ruins my blood pressure. I guess this is something I need to work on, letting God have control of my temper.
Mary Maxim Contest
I now have 19 squares completed, with some ends to weave in, and then I’ll add 2 more rows to my contest ghan. :)
Crook news:
Abby update:
Abby Darlin’s surgery went well, her incision healed beautifully, and today the vet took the stitches out. She’s one happier cat. The sad news is that she has also gone deaf. :( We've noticed a few signs on and off over the past few months, but apparently this infection finished the job and she can't hear. She howls a lot, and we have to be careful not to startle her when we come up on her, but otherwise she's okay. We'll give her loads of TLC and help her deal with this.
We now have a flea problem though. *growl * So “Advantage” to the rescue. Both cats are now restless and driving Mr. Retired and I crazy. Short trip, I know.
Moving:
This weekend we dug in and emptied out a bunch of junk from the garage. Filled up 2 garbage cans, plus several boxes and bags of stuff for Goodwill.
Because we emptied things out, I splurged and purchased 2 mugs for our new dishes. The new kitchen will be warm and cozy, and there won’t be a speck of blue or red on the dishes (at least not if I can help it!) We’ve chosen Fiesta Ware from Homer Laughlin and have agreed on Sunflower and Tangerine. I’d love the green, but Mr. Retired refuses to eat or drink from green dishes … so we’ll stick with the yellow and orange.
Personal:
Further in my Bible study with my friend, I was reading James from the beginning this morning and this verse struck me right between the eyes.
Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath: – James 1:19
So often I get upset over silly things and let my temper flare. Worse, I’ll blurt out things that I shouldn’t. What good does it do to yell at some goofy driver? They can’t hear me, thankfully, and it only ruins my blood pressure. I guess this is something I need to work on, letting God have control of my temper.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Author! Author!
Today I did something I’ve only done once before in my entire life. Today I had someone “famous” autograph something for me. *big grins*
The first autograph was one of those rare moments of “fate”. Today’s autograph was totally different—it was planned.
A few weeks ago, I heard that James Rollins was possibly going to hold a book signing at the local Waldenbooks, and I was eager to find out for sure. I called the store and they suggested I email Jim and confirmed with him, as he would know before the staff did. All I could think was, “Yeah, right!” What author/actor/famous person do you know that answers emails from lowly fans? I don’t know any, but I figured it was worth a shot.
Much to my surprise, Jim responded almost immediately and said he was working on a date and would let me know when it was set. Six short days later the promised email from Jim arrived letting me know that he would be at Waldenbooks today, May 13. He said he hoped I would be able to make it. Un-huh. Sure. I marked my calendar anyhow.
Then I had to make a decision—which book to take with me. I have most of his books, but I knew it would have to be either Ice Hunt or Sandstorm.
Ice Hunt was the first of Jim’s book that I read. I bought it because I liked the cover. Seriously! I had a gift certificate to spend, and was looking for some new reading material—something different than I normally read. The cover intrigued me, so I bought the book. The book is fantastic! I started it in the week hours and finished it in the wee hours 2 days later. I found myself reading while my husband watched TV, and yet I never heard the TV. I read the book while I waited for my husband to put his shoes on, while I stood in the kitchen cooking (actually I burned a few things) dinner, in the garage as I waited on laundry, and in bed at night waiting for my eyes to close. I carried this book all over the house, not willing to actually put it down. The pace of the story left me breathless at times. The characters were well developed, as was the plot; and 510 pages later a small part of me cheered at the very end of the book—even though as I read it I gasped in total stunned shock!
Ice Hunt showed me that you can sometimes judge a book by it’s cover. :D It also hooked me on this author, and I set out to read all his books and be up to date before the release of Sandstorm and Map of Bones. I almost made it. Anyhow, Ice Hunt was my first choice simply because it’s the book that caused me to fall in love with Jim Rollins as a writer.
The other book I considered taking was Sandstorm. I’m presently halfway through the book and all I can say is WOW! It’s even better than Ice Hunt. Plus it has that spiffy lenticular holographic cover!
Today I had to decide. My choice? Take them both and hope for the best. :D I wasn’t disappointed.
Jim Rollins is a very gracious and kind man. He has a grand handshake (something I wasn’t prepared for as most men don’t really shake a woman’s hand out of fear of “hurting” us), but Jim’s handshake was firm and sincere. He looks you in the eyes and smiles. He is interested in you and what you might have to say. He has a delightful laugh as well.
I introduced myself and said I’d emailed him about the book signing, and he said he remembered and was wondering if I was going to come. (I’m sure I blushed.) Jim was most gracious and signed both of my books. He even listened as I babbled away and told the above story of Ice Hunt. I think I heard him laugh when I mentioned the burned dinner.
As he was signing my second book, an airman came over and picked up Map of Bones. He said he’d just read the Da Vinci Code, and asked if Map of Bones was good. Before the store employee (manager?) could say word one I blurted out, “Yes, it’s a great book, and I’ve only read 2 chapters. It’s way better than the Da Vinci Code, and Jim is a far better author than Browne. No comparison. You should buy the book.” At this point, I think my husband was giggling at me. Yes, I admit it, I was hyped and I felt like a goofy schoolgirl on her first date.
Jim finished signing my books, gave them back, shook my hand (and I was prepared this time and hopefully did my pop proud when I returned the handshake in kind) and thanked me for coming and wished me well. I bubbled out a thank you and off we went down the mall. I don’t know if the airman bought the book, but if he didn’t—he missed out on not only a great book, but the chance to meet one of the nicest and best authors around.
If I ever have a chance to find Jim again, hopefully I won’t babble and I’ll be able to ask him the questions I was going to ask today.
If you ever have a chance to go to one of his books signings, do so! You won’t be sorry.
The first autograph was one of those rare moments of “fate”. Today’s autograph was totally different—it was planned.
A few weeks ago, I heard that James Rollins was possibly going to hold a book signing at the local Waldenbooks, and I was eager to find out for sure. I called the store and they suggested I email Jim and confirmed with him, as he would know before the staff did. All I could think was, “Yeah, right!” What author/actor/famous person do you know that answers emails from lowly fans? I don’t know any, but I figured it was worth a shot.
Much to my surprise, Jim responded almost immediately and said he was working on a date and would let me know when it was set. Six short days later the promised email from Jim arrived letting me know that he would be at Waldenbooks today, May 13. He said he hoped I would be able to make it. Un-huh. Sure. I marked my calendar anyhow.
Then I had to make a decision—which book to take with me. I have most of his books, but I knew it would have to be either Ice Hunt or Sandstorm.
Ice Hunt was the first of Jim’s book that I read. I bought it because I liked the cover. Seriously! I had a gift certificate to spend, and was looking for some new reading material—something different than I normally read. The cover intrigued me, so I bought the book. The book is fantastic! I started it in the week hours and finished it in the wee hours 2 days later. I found myself reading while my husband watched TV, and yet I never heard the TV. I read the book while I waited for my husband to put his shoes on, while I stood in the kitchen cooking (actually I burned a few things) dinner, in the garage as I waited on laundry, and in bed at night waiting for my eyes to close. I carried this book all over the house, not willing to actually put it down. The pace of the story left me breathless at times. The characters were well developed, as was the plot; and 510 pages later a small part of me cheered at the very end of the book—even though as I read it I gasped in total stunned shock!
Ice Hunt showed me that you can sometimes judge a book by it’s cover. :D It also hooked me on this author, and I set out to read all his books and be up to date before the release of Sandstorm and Map of Bones. I almost made it. Anyhow, Ice Hunt was my first choice simply because it’s the book that caused me to fall in love with Jim Rollins as a writer.
The other book I considered taking was Sandstorm. I’m presently halfway through the book and all I can say is WOW! It’s even better than Ice Hunt. Plus it has that spiffy lenticular holographic cover!
Today I had to decide. My choice? Take them both and hope for the best. :D I wasn’t disappointed.
Jim Rollins is a very gracious and kind man. He has a grand handshake (something I wasn’t prepared for as most men don’t really shake a woman’s hand out of fear of “hurting” us), but Jim’s handshake was firm and sincere. He looks you in the eyes and smiles. He is interested in you and what you might have to say. He has a delightful laugh as well.
I introduced myself and said I’d emailed him about the book signing, and he said he remembered and was wondering if I was going to come. (I’m sure I blushed.) Jim was most gracious and signed both of my books. He even listened as I babbled away and told the above story of Ice Hunt. I think I heard him laugh when I mentioned the burned dinner.
As he was signing my second book, an airman came over and picked up Map of Bones. He said he’d just read the Da Vinci Code, and asked if Map of Bones was good. Before the store employee (manager?) could say word one I blurted out, “Yes, it’s a great book, and I’ve only read 2 chapters. It’s way better than the Da Vinci Code, and Jim is a far better author than Browne. No comparison. You should buy the book.” At this point, I think my husband was giggling at me. Yes, I admit it, I was hyped and I felt like a goofy schoolgirl on her first date.
Jim finished signing my books, gave them back, shook my hand (and I was prepared this time and hopefully did my pop proud when I returned the handshake in kind) and thanked me for coming and wished me well. I bubbled out a thank you and off we went down the mall. I don’t know if the airman bought the book, but if he didn’t—he missed out on not only a great book, but the chance to meet one of the nicest and best authors around.
If I ever have a chance to find Jim again, hopefully I won’t babble and I’ll be able to ask him the questions I was going to ask today.
If you ever have a chance to go to one of his books signings, do so! You won’t be sorry.
Draw nigh
It’s time for a long overdue update around this place. If you’re a fan and have been waiting for my words of wisdom (rolling my eyes), my apologies.
Hook news:
Mary Maxim Contest
I’ve been busy. Since I last wrote, I was able to get my latest small square design to work beyond what I expected and have filed papers with Mary Maxim to enter it into their latest afghan contest. I know I’ll be competing against some of the best designers, but the thrill is as much in the competition as it is in winning. I want to take one moment here to wish my friend, Rich W., the very best. If anyone beats me, I hope it’s you, Rich!!!!!!
This particular design was inspired by … oh wait, I can’t tell you that … yet. *giggles* I can say that my thanks go out to 3 fellas I know at a once visited board. They helped me find the pictures I needed to use as I worked. To see where I'm at in completing my afghan, see the update box to the right.
The Coffee Design
I’ve completed all but one square for my design in the rich coffee yarn. I am eager to complete the project, but need to finish my contest entry first.
The Unfinished Design
The square that wouldn’t work still doesn’t—but I honestly haven’t spent any time trying to fix it.
Crook news:
So much has happened in the past month, I don’t know where to begin or what to share.
My online life has taken a major turn. I’ve left a board that I was a member of from its founding. It was a difficult decision, but one that has been coming for a while. When you are known to people both online and in real life, and yet they openly state that they have no faith in you—then it’s time to cut the ties and move forward. There is something wonderful about letting go of things and people that only cause stress. Life becomes a much happier time.
Then there was the fire. Just a small one, but if we hadn’t been here we wouldn’t have a house! Fortunately we were sitting just a few feet away when the fan in the hallway burst into flames. No damage, and there was a breeze, so the odor dissipated quickly. Oddly, the smoke alarm didn’t go off. The batteries are fresh. Go figure. Made me feel so secure.
Mr. Retired smothered the flames and took the fan out. We’ve now replaced the fan and the batteries.
We're rockin' and rollin' in Northern California!
I would be remiss if I didn’t share here about the earthquake back on May 8th.
http://earthquake.usgs.gov/recenteqsUS/Maps/US2/37.39.-123.-121_eqs.html
http://earthquake.usgs.gov/recenteqsUS/Maps/US2/37.39.-123.-121.html
The first one was near us. Info from the USGS site:
1:43:55 AM: Magnitude was 4.1. Epicenter was 11 miles west of the center town (so approx. 8 miles from us). Depth was 6 miles.
This quake woke us up out of a sound sleep. We felt the bedroom shaking as though a herd of elephants was running through. The windows were rattling as though someone was banging on them. When I finally got past the total panic state, I turned on the light on my nightstand and the picture on the opposite wall from the bed was askew! EEK! Abby Darlin' was sitting on the window ledge and was in a total panic with her fur fluffed. It was hard to go back to sleep—but we did. hehehe
Had a micro earthquake (aftershock?) at 7:47AM, (mag. 2.2, depth was 7.1 below ground, 10 miles from town). Didn't feel this one.
Apparently there was a quake in this area the morning of May 4th as well. It was deeper, and a few more miles away. Never noticed that one either.
Same basic area had another, smaller quake around 3:30 this afternoon.
I can't wait to move out of this area and reach the coastal area of Oregon where we will only have to worry about Tsunami's and North Korean missiles.
Personal:
I’ve been reading the Book of James. A friend and I are doing a short study of it together. I was particularly struck anew by this verse:
Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. – James 4:8
Oftentimes I fail to stay close to God, and yet I want Him to always be there for me. I’m making a commitment in my heart to stay closer to Him, I hope you’ll do the same.
Have a safe and happy weekend.
Hook news:
Mary Maxim Contest
I’ve been busy. Since I last wrote, I was able to get my latest small square design to work beyond what I expected and have filed papers with Mary Maxim to enter it into their latest afghan contest. I know I’ll be competing against some of the best designers, but the thrill is as much in the competition as it is in winning. I want to take one moment here to wish my friend, Rich W., the very best. If anyone beats me, I hope it’s you, Rich!!!!!!
This particular design was inspired by … oh wait, I can’t tell you that … yet. *giggles* I can say that my thanks go out to 3 fellas I know at a once visited board. They helped me find the pictures I needed to use as I worked. To see where I'm at in completing my afghan, see the update box to the right.
The Coffee Design
I’ve completed all but one square for my design in the rich coffee yarn. I am eager to complete the project, but need to finish my contest entry first.
The Unfinished Design
The square that wouldn’t work still doesn’t—but I honestly haven’t spent any time trying to fix it.
Crook news:
So much has happened in the past month, I don’t know where to begin or what to share.
My online life has taken a major turn. I’ve left a board that I was a member of from its founding. It was a difficult decision, but one that has been coming for a while. When you are known to people both online and in real life, and yet they openly state that they have no faith in you—then it’s time to cut the ties and move forward. There is something wonderful about letting go of things and people that only cause stress. Life becomes a much happier time.
Then there was the fire. Just a small one, but if we hadn’t been here we wouldn’t have a house! Fortunately we were sitting just a few feet away when the fan in the hallway burst into flames. No damage, and there was a breeze, so the odor dissipated quickly. Oddly, the smoke alarm didn’t go off. The batteries are fresh. Go figure. Made me feel so secure.
Mr. Retired smothered the flames and took the fan out. We’ve now replaced the fan and the batteries.
We're rockin' and rollin' in Northern California!
I would be remiss if I didn’t share here about the earthquake back on May 8th.
http://earthquake.usgs.gov/recenteqsUS/Maps/US2/37.39.-123.-121_eqs.html
http://earthquake.usgs.gov/recenteqsUS/Maps/US2/37.39.-123.-121.html
The first one was near us. Info from the USGS site:
1:43:55 AM: Magnitude was 4.1. Epicenter was 11 miles west of the center town (so approx. 8 miles from us). Depth was 6 miles.
This quake woke us up out of a sound sleep. We felt the bedroom shaking as though a herd of elephants was running through. The windows were rattling as though someone was banging on them. When I finally got past the total panic state, I turned on the light on my nightstand and the picture on the opposite wall from the bed was askew! EEK! Abby Darlin' was sitting on the window ledge and was in a total panic with her fur fluffed. It was hard to go back to sleep—but we did. hehehe
Had a micro earthquake (aftershock?) at 7:47AM, (mag. 2.2, depth was 7.1 below ground, 10 miles from town). Didn't feel this one.
Apparently there was a quake in this area the morning of May 4th as well. It was deeper, and a few more miles away. Never noticed that one either.
Same basic area had another, smaller quake around 3:30 this afternoon.
I can't wait to move out of this area and reach the coastal area of Oregon where we will only have to worry about Tsunami's and North Korean missiles.
Personal:
I’ve been reading the Book of James. A friend and I are doing a short study of it together. I was particularly struck anew by this verse:
Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. – James 4:8
Oftentimes I fail to stay close to God, and yet I want Him to always be there for me. I’m making a commitment in my heart to stay closer to Him, I hope you’ll do the same.
Have a safe and happy weekend.
Friday, April 15, 2005
"Lay down in peace"
It has been an interesting, but productive, few days.
Hook news:
My latest design is still giving me fits. I’m not pleased with the way the edging is working—it is out of balance with the rest of the design. I’ve opted to set it aside for now.
I have gone back and looked at the small square I was working on when I branched off into the larger design. I still like it. It’s complete, warm, interesting … all the things a good design should be. So, now I need to find the “right” yarn to compliment the design, and then it will be time for some serious crochet time.
I’m 1/3 done with my second sample for my recently completed design. It’s turning out quite rich looking in the Coffee yarn from RH. It looks better than I thought it would.
In looking this over, now I realize why I’ve not actually completed anything. I’ve got too many projects going at once. hehehe
Crook news:
Today several years of family history left my home, as I placed 6 boxes of record albums out for pickup by United Cerebral Palsy. I can’t think of any better charity to take these records and sell them, as my parents felt UCP was a special charity. I also gave away a large box of unneeded craft supplies, extra folding chairs, and several dozen more books (my bookcase now has one empty shelf, and 2 shelves that are only partially filled). I feel like I’m 8 steps closer to moving, plus I have less clutter and junk around here.
Speaking of less clutter and junk, my last entry was about Treasures. I’m excited to say that I’m still in contact with my friend, and I’m still cleaning out my heart and spending time each day with the Lord.
Psalms 4:8: I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety.
Today I read Psalms 4, and was reminded of the preciousness of the Scripture when taken to heart. In particular, verse 8 has stood me in good stead for many years, and reading it this morning reminded me of how much I have to be thankful for, as I now sleep peacefully at night. Perhaps some day I will share my story about this verse, but not today.
I trust that you are able to “lay [yourself] down in peace and sleep” because you dwell in the safety that only the Lord can give.
Hook news:
My latest design is still giving me fits. I’m not pleased with the way the edging is working—it is out of balance with the rest of the design. I’ve opted to set it aside for now.
I have gone back and looked at the small square I was working on when I branched off into the larger design. I still like it. It’s complete, warm, interesting … all the things a good design should be. So, now I need to find the “right” yarn to compliment the design, and then it will be time for some serious crochet time.
I’m 1/3 done with my second sample for my recently completed design. It’s turning out quite rich looking in the Coffee yarn from RH. It looks better than I thought it would.
In looking this over, now I realize why I’ve not actually completed anything. I’ve got too many projects going at once. hehehe
Crook news:
Today several years of family history left my home, as I placed 6 boxes of record albums out for pickup by United Cerebral Palsy. I can’t think of any better charity to take these records and sell them, as my parents felt UCP was a special charity. I also gave away a large box of unneeded craft supplies, extra folding chairs, and several dozen more books (my bookcase now has one empty shelf, and 2 shelves that are only partially filled). I feel like I’m 8 steps closer to moving, plus I have less clutter and junk around here.
Speaking of less clutter and junk, my last entry was about Treasures. I’m excited to say that I’m still in contact with my friend, and I’m still cleaning out my heart and spending time each day with the Lord.
Psalms 4:8: I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety.
Today I read Psalms 4, and was reminded of the preciousness of the Scripture when taken to heart. In particular, verse 8 has stood me in good stead for many years, and reading it this morning reminded me of how much I have to be thankful for, as I now sleep peacefully at night. Perhaps some day I will share my story about this verse, but not today.
I trust that you are able to “lay [yourself] down in peace and sleep” because you dwell in the safety that only the Lord can give.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Treasures
"… For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." — Matt. 6:21
Recently I found an old friend on the net. We've begun emailing and chatting via IM. Talking with my friend is a joy and brings a smile to my face. It is exciting to find that our lives (including our spiritual lives) have followed very similar paths, and we have much in common. Yet this friendship is also troublesome as I find myself increasingly uneasy in my heart. Why? Because our conversations show one very major difference in our lives: My friend is still close to the Lord, while I have allowed my bitterness and anger to push me away from the Lord.
As a result, for the first time in several years, I’ve found my heart drawn to the Bible and I've found myself taking time to pray. Not just shallow, empty words … but words from deep within my heart. God has been faithful and is dealing with me and healing the hurts and sins of my heart, while drawing me close to Him once again. He is also convicting me in many areas. One of those areas is about the excesses in my life. I keep telling God that I "need" these things, "enjoy" these things, and that "I" don't see anything wrong with these things; yet the Holy Spirit has not left me alone. Each day my eyes are opened a bit more to the excesses that I've allowed to fill my life. Today was such a day.
I was working in my craft room, clearing out things I don't plan on taking when we move, and suddenly I realized that this room was filled with so much stuff that there was no place to put the trash! The verse from Matthew that I quoted above flooded my brain and I was convicted deep in my heart as I realized that my heart was so filled with stuff, that there was no room for God. I apologized to God for not listening to Him, and asked Him to guide my clearing out. I began in earnest dumping things into either the trash box or the give-away box—never once thinking that I should keep this or that. I filled up my trash box three times, and with each trip to the garbage can my steps were lighter. The give-away box soon overflowed and became a second box, then a third plus 2 grocery bags.
The car trunk is now filled with things—good things that will hopefully find a new home and not be someone else's excesses. My craft room now has some working space, and tomorrow I can add to my growing collection of give-away items. Best of all, I cleaned some things out of my heart, and it now has space—space for God; and with His help, I will once again place my treasures and my heart where they belong.
Recently I found an old friend on the net. We've begun emailing and chatting via IM. Talking with my friend is a joy and brings a smile to my face. It is exciting to find that our lives (including our spiritual lives) have followed very similar paths, and we have much in common. Yet this friendship is also troublesome as I find myself increasingly uneasy in my heart. Why? Because our conversations show one very major difference in our lives: My friend is still close to the Lord, while I have allowed my bitterness and anger to push me away from the Lord.
As a result, for the first time in several years, I’ve found my heart drawn to the Bible and I've found myself taking time to pray. Not just shallow, empty words … but words from deep within my heart. God has been faithful and is dealing with me and healing the hurts and sins of my heart, while drawing me close to Him once again. He is also convicting me in many areas. One of those areas is about the excesses in my life. I keep telling God that I "need" these things, "enjoy" these things, and that "I" don't see anything wrong with these things; yet the Holy Spirit has not left me alone. Each day my eyes are opened a bit more to the excesses that I've allowed to fill my life. Today was such a day.
I was working in my craft room, clearing out things I don't plan on taking when we move, and suddenly I realized that this room was filled with so much stuff that there was no place to put the trash! The verse from Matthew that I quoted above flooded my brain and I was convicted deep in my heart as I realized that my heart was so filled with stuff, that there was no room for God. I apologized to God for not listening to Him, and asked Him to guide my clearing out. I began in earnest dumping things into either the trash box or the give-away box—never once thinking that I should keep this or that. I filled up my trash box three times, and with each trip to the garbage can my steps were lighter. The give-away box soon overflowed and became a second box, then a third plus 2 grocery bags.
The car trunk is now filled with things—good things that will hopefully find a new home and not be someone else's excesses. My craft room now has some working space, and tomorrow I can add to my growing collection of give-away items. Best of all, I cleaned some things out of my heart, and it now has space—space for God; and with His help, I will once again place my treasures and my heart where they belong.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Why "Hook and Crook"?
The credit really goes to my husband. I told him I wanted to start a new blog about my life and my crocheting, but was stumped for a title. He thought for a moment and came up with "Hook and Crook".
As a crocheter I use metal hooks to fasten yarn to yarn, thus creating lovely things with each stitch.
I rather like the last definition. The path of my life has taken many crooks (twists or turns) along the way, and each is different and unique. Plus a crook is just a curved part like a crochet hook.
*Hook: n.
1. A curved or sharply bent device, usually of metal, used to catch, drag, suspend, or fasten something else.
As a crocheter I use metal hooks to fasten yarn to yarn, thus creating lovely things with each stitch.
*Crook: n.
1. An implement or tool, such as a bishop's crosier or a shepherd's staff, with a bent or curved part.
2. A part that is curved or bent like a hook.
3. A curve or bend; a turn: a crook in the path.
I rather like the last definition. The path of my life has taken many crooks (twists or turns) along the way, and each is different and unique. Plus a crook is just a curved part like a crochet hook.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Exploring Northern California
The day began … early, at least earlier than normal since the coffee hadn’t brewed yet. I flicked the pot to on, and set about my morning routine. Soon the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted to my nose and the wonderful words, “Good morning”, tickled my ears as Mr. Retired delivered my caffeine fix. Two mugs later I was showered, dressed and alert. We packed the cooler with water, grabbed cameras that had been fed fresh batteries and headed out for an adventure.
The air was brisk, and reminiscent of a fall day, yet my eyes told me it was spring since the trees and flowers were blooming and the hills were green with life—not brown and awaiting the awakening kiss of the winter rains. The sky was filled with clouds—thin as well as thick—and they were displayed in several shades of grey. It definitely looked like rain.
Into the car we climbed, where I turned my seat heater on to “2”. Oh the joy of heated seats. :D The highway was busy, but not packed with cars and soon we were taking the first side road to catch Hwy. 29. Our eyes were assaulted as we neared American Canyon—a new city that is not slowly budding into being, but shouting out that it’s arrived. Everywhere our eyes could see were “ticky-tacky” houses and condos; and all of them painted in one of 4 subdued colors that remind me of bricks. It seemed to say, “Live here and never be an individual again.”
We left the horror of growth behind us and headed to Hwy. 37, where we skirted around the San Pablo Bay National Wildlife Refuge. The marshlands were alive with waterfowl of all kinds—teals, mallards, cranes, herons and egrets; while red-tailed hawks and other raptors circled in the sky—all in search of food. We spotted one pair of birds, bright pink in color, with long necks and I was positive I was looking at a pair of flamingos, but I’m not sure they travel to this area. Sadly, at 65 mph, with traffic riding on our bumper, we couldn’t stop to grab a picture.
When we reached Hwy. 101 we headed north toward Santa Rosa. By 10:45am, we found ourselves in heavier traffic, all the while driving in and out of rainstorms. One cloud followed us for several miles spilling out drops of rain that danced around on the windshield in an attempt to avoid the windshield wipers. Ah, but these wipers are smart. They simply moved faster as the rain came down harder, and swept the raindrops off to the side of the window where they trickled down to the hood of car in rivulets that squiggled around in the wind.
We drove out of the rain clouds and had jut begun picking up speed when traffic suddenly came to abrupt halt. One after another, drivers hit their brakes, creating a sea of red lights under the overcast skies. Directly behind us was an inattentive driver, who at the very last moment realized that he needed to break. Fortunately, he had the presence of mind to turn the wheels on his car to the right and he skidded to a stop just an inch from our rear bumper—leaving behind several inches of rubber from his tires. My ears heard the squealing of those brakes for several miles.
Coming into Healdsburg, we spotted a restaurant and decided to stop for lunch. We found Adel’s to be a nice place, with a good menu, decent prices, nice staff and good service. It was a good break, but we were ready to head on out to explore.
As we traveled up the road, we found ourselves enjoying the sights of wildflowers growing up the sides of the hills that butt up next to the highway. Thick patches of lupine dotted the green grass, mostly the purple, but often a mix of purple, red and yellow. We saw wild mustard waving in the gentle breeze; California poppies were bursting into vivid orange blooms most everywhere one looked, star thistle in white and yellow gave texture to the scene. While we couldn’t stop to take any pictures, others have provided some and I’ve linked to their pages so that you will have a visual image to enjoy.
Eventually we crossed the Russian River and came to Hopland, where we turned onto Highway 175. It is a 17 miles “S” drive—definitely not for those with queasy stomachs. We eventually reached Hwy. 29, where we turned north and caught Hwy. 20 and drove around the “eastern” shore of Clear Lake.
The gentle breezes were causing small white caps on the water and at one point we pulled over and listened to the sound of the water as it gently crashed into the shoreline. Out on the water there weren’t any boats—it was too cold and windy; but there were loads of waterfowl. This time we spotted pelicans amidst the ducks. What a treat.
Our travels took us down Hwy 20 to Hwy 5, and then to Hwy 505. As we traveled, the terrain changed from the rugged mountains, to low foothills where we saw several varieties of oak trees, and then to farmland. Soon the farmland turned into new housing developments, and then one town after another until we reached our growing city.
It was good to get out and explore, and let our eyes enjoy the beauty of spring in Northern California, but it was great to arrive home as well. Hopefully before we leave this area, we will have time to enjoy a few more trips; but if not, there is much to explore in Oregon.
The air was brisk, and reminiscent of a fall day, yet my eyes told me it was spring since the trees and flowers were blooming and the hills were green with life—not brown and awaiting the awakening kiss of the winter rains. The sky was filled with clouds—thin as well as thick—and they were displayed in several shades of grey. It definitely looked like rain.
Into the car we climbed, where I turned my seat heater on to “2”. Oh the joy of heated seats. :D The highway was busy, but not packed with cars and soon we were taking the first side road to catch Hwy. 29. Our eyes were assaulted as we neared American Canyon—a new city that is not slowly budding into being, but shouting out that it’s arrived. Everywhere our eyes could see were “ticky-tacky” houses and condos; and all of them painted in one of 4 subdued colors that remind me of bricks. It seemed to say, “Live here and never be an individual again.”
We left the horror of growth behind us and headed to Hwy. 37, where we skirted around the San Pablo Bay National Wildlife Refuge. The marshlands were alive with waterfowl of all kinds—teals, mallards, cranes, herons and egrets; while red-tailed hawks and other raptors circled in the sky—all in search of food. We spotted one pair of birds, bright pink in color, with long necks and I was positive I was looking at a pair of flamingos, but I’m not sure they travel to this area. Sadly, at 65 mph, with traffic riding on our bumper, we couldn’t stop to grab a picture.
When we reached Hwy. 101 we headed north toward Santa Rosa. By 10:45am, we found ourselves in heavier traffic, all the while driving in and out of rainstorms. One cloud followed us for several miles spilling out drops of rain that danced around on the windshield in an attempt to avoid the windshield wipers. Ah, but these wipers are smart. They simply moved faster as the rain came down harder, and swept the raindrops off to the side of the window where they trickled down to the hood of car in rivulets that squiggled around in the wind.
We drove out of the rain clouds and had jut begun picking up speed when traffic suddenly came to abrupt halt. One after another, drivers hit their brakes, creating a sea of red lights under the overcast skies. Directly behind us was an inattentive driver, who at the very last moment realized that he needed to break. Fortunately, he had the presence of mind to turn the wheels on his car to the right and he skidded to a stop just an inch from our rear bumper—leaving behind several inches of rubber from his tires. My ears heard the squealing of those brakes for several miles.
Coming into Healdsburg, we spotted a restaurant and decided to stop for lunch. We found Adel’s to be a nice place, with a good menu, decent prices, nice staff and good service. It was a good break, but we were ready to head on out to explore.
As we traveled up the road, we found ourselves enjoying the sights of wildflowers growing up the sides of the hills that butt up next to the highway. Thick patches of lupine dotted the green grass, mostly the purple, but often a mix of purple, red and yellow. We saw wild mustard waving in the gentle breeze; California poppies were bursting into vivid orange blooms most everywhere one looked, star thistle in white and yellow gave texture to the scene. While we couldn’t stop to take any pictures, others have provided some and I’ve linked to their pages so that you will have a visual image to enjoy.
Eventually we crossed the Russian River and came to Hopland, where we turned onto Highway 175. It is a 17 miles “S” drive—definitely not for those with queasy stomachs. We eventually reached Hwy. 29, where we turned north and caught Hwy. 20 and drove around the “eastern” shore of Clear Lake.
The gentle breezes were causing small white caps on the water and at one point we pulled over and listened to the sound of the water as it gently crashed into the shoreline. Out on the water there weren’t any boats—it was too cold and windy; but there were loads of waterfowl. This time we spotted pelicans amidst the ducks. What a treat.
Our travels took us down Hwy 20 to Hwy 5, and then to Hwy 505. As we traveled, the terrain changed from the rugged mountains, to low foothills where we saw several varieties of oak trees, and then to farmland. Soon the farmland turned into new housing developments, and then one town after another until we reached our growing city.
It was good to get out and explore, and let our eyes enjoy the beauty of spring in Northern California, but it was great to arrive home as well. Hopefully before we leave this area, we will have time to enjoy a few more trips; but if not, there is much to explore in Oregon.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Wednesday's Wonders
Hooking News
Finished a little baby cap last night. As I was translated the scribbled notes I'd made the last time I made one, my brain raced with ideas. So the next several days I'll be playing the baby cap game as I see if those ideas work.
The best part of making the baby cap was working successfully with a G hook. This is the smallest hook I've worked with since my slashed my finger. The last time I tried working with it was a dismal failure, so it was very encouraging to be successful.
The not so fun part? Finding that the inside of the skein of yarn had collapsed and become twisted on itself. Took me almost 2 hours to unravel and ball it. Yeesh.
Do dreams come true?
I'm not a believer in psychic phenomenon in any way, shape or form; but sometimes a dream is so vivid that it makes me wonder. Last night, I saw Mr. Retired and I in our new home. No clutter, no junk, neat and tidy. The kitchen was warm and inviting with soft yellow walls and yellow and orange curtains. Friends would stop by for coffee, we'd go visit them. Mr. Retired was off fishing with a friend. I'm more determined than ever to pack and move.
Crochetville
I'm truly enjoying Crochetville. It's warm and friendly, lots going on, and best of all -- no politics! Now if I can just get them to talk about books and movies I'd be in heaven.
Literary Puzzles
I just finished reading "Fool's Puzzle" by Earlene Fowler. The plot was good, the characters were well developed, and the good guys won in the end. My only dislike was how easy it was for the heroine to fall in love with the hero. Too much like a romance novel for my tastes. All in all, I rate this book an 8 on a scale of 10; and I rate the author the same.
My current book is "A Catered Murder" by Isis Crawford. I adore the two sisters, Libby and Bernie. This quote from Libby about Bernie could easily be a description of me and Mr. Retired ...
Finished a little baby cap last night. As I was translated the scribbled notes I'd made the last time I made one, my brain raced with ideas. So the next several days I'll be playing the baby cap game as I see if those ideas work.
The best part of making the baby cap was working successfully with a G hook. This is the smallest hook I've worked with since my slashed my finger. The last time I tried working with it was a dismal failure, so it was very encouraging to be successful.
The not so fun part? Finding that the inside of the skein of yarn had collapsed and become twisted on itself. Took me almost 2 hours to unravel and ball it. Yeesh.
Do dreams come true?
I'm not a believer in psychic phenomenon in any way, shape or form; but sometimes a dream is so vivid that it makes me wonder. Last night, I saw Mr. Retired and I in our new home. No clutter, no junk, neat and tidy. The kitchen was warm and inviting with soft yellow walls and yellow and orange curtains. Friends would stop by for coffee, we'd go visit them. Mr. Retired was off fishing with a friend. I'm more determined than ever to pack and move.
Crochetville
I'm truly enjoying Crochetville. It's warm and friendly, lots going on, and best of all -- no politics! Now if I can just get them to talk about books and movies I'd be in heaven.
Literary Puzzles
I just finished reading "Fool's Puzzle" by Earlene Fowler. The plot was good, the characters were well developed, and the good guys won in the end. My only dislike was how easy it was for the heroine to fall in love with the hero. Too much like a romance novel for my tastes. All in all, I rate this book an 8 on a scale of 10; and I rate the author the same.
My current book is "A Catered Murder" by Isis Crawford. I adore the two sisters, Libby and Bernie. This quote from Libby about Bernie could easily be a description of me and Mr. Retired ...
As Libby watched her sister's brow furrow, it occurred to her that living with Bernie was like living with a talking encyclopedia, an encyclopedia that followed you around, bombarding you with facts you had no desire to know.Change Libby to Kimberly and Bernie to Mr. Retired and you have my life in a nut shell. hahahaha
Monday, March 28, 2005
An Epicurean Spiral
Mr. Retired was in charge of meals this past December while my finger was healing. He adapted this recipe from a magazine I had picked up. I made it the other day, following his directions, and it was just as good as when he made it. Enjoy!
Beef and Spirals (adapted from Taste of Home Casseroles, 2004)
1 C uncooked spiral pasta
1 lb ground meat (beef or turkey)
1 med. onion, chopped
1 med. green pepper, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
13-oz spaghetti sauce
6 med. mushrooms, sliced
1/4 C sour cream
1/4 lb. cheddar cheese, grated
4 oz. mozzarella cheese, grated
Cook pasta to al dente stage, drain and set aside. In skillet brown meat, add onions, green pepper, garlic, and mushrooms. Cook until onions are translucent. Add spaghetti sauce and bring to a low boil. Reduce heat, cover and simmer for 20 minutes.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 1-1/2 qt. baking dish. Add in half the meat sauce, half the pasta, add half of remaining meat sauce, spread sour cream on top, add cheddar cheese, balance of pasta and balance of sauce. Sprinkle mozzarella cheese over top.
Cover and bake for 30 min. Remove cover and bake an additional 10 min. until bubbly and top is browned.
Serves 4-5. Leftovers (if there are any) reheat well.
Beef and Spirals (adapted from Taste of Home Casseroles, 2004)
1 C uncooked spiral pasta
1 lb ground meat (beef or turkey)
1 med. onion, chopped
1 med. green pepper, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
13-oz spaghetti sauce
6 med. mushrooms, sliced
1/4 C sour cream
1/4 lb. cheddar cheese, grated
4 oz. mozzarella cheese, grated
Cook pasta to al dente stage, drain and set aside. In skillet brown meat, add onions, green pepper, garlic, and mushrooms. Cook until onions are translucent. Add spaghetti sauce and bring to a low boil. Reduce heat, cover and simmer for 20 minutes.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 1-1/2 qt. baking dish. Add in half the meat sauce, half the pasta, add half of remaining meat sauce, spread sour cream on top, add cheddar cheese, balance of pasta and balance of sauce. Sprinkle mozzarella cheese over top.
Cover and bake for 30 min. Remove cover and bake an additional 10 min. until bubbly and top is browned.
Serves 4-5. Leftovers (if there are any) reheat well.
Monday's Musings
Crochet news
Last night I managed to get 2/3 done with another square for my ghan. This is wonderful news considering the whole finger laceration incident from last December. I was sure I'd never again be able to crochet without pain. Now there is no pain, I don't need a bandage covering the lacerated area, and I'm picking up speed. I'm very happy. :)
A friend sent me a pic of the Flying Fingers Yarn Bus. What a cool idea! What a cool shop!
The Owl Cam
I checked in on Frida and Diego this morning. I love this picture of the two of them. Deigo is a good provider and brought Frida a nice plump mousey. :) The owl expert says the first egg should hatch around April 8th. Wonder if I'll be doing the 24/7 webcam viewing. :rolling my eyes:
The sun is shining today and I'm out of here to get things done.
Last night I managed to get 2/3 done with another square for my ghan. This is wonderful news considering the whole finger laceration incident from last December. I was sure I'd never again be able to crochet without pain. Now there is no pain, I don't need a bandage covering the lacerated area, and I'm picking up speed. I'm very happy. :)
A friend sent me a pic of the Flying Fingers Yarn Bus. What a cool idea! What a cool shop!
The Owl Cam
I checked in on Frida and Diego this morning. I love this picture of the two of them. Deigo is a good provider and brought Frida a nice plump mousey. :) The owl expert says the first egg should hatch around April 8th. Wonder if I'll be doing the 24/7 webcam viewing. :rolling my eyes:
The sun is shining today and I'm out of here to get things done.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Today I spent time reading and relaxing. Then I came here and wound up crossing my eyes trying to get everything to work correctly. It doesn't, but I don't know why it doesn't. It can wait for tomorrow.
I am half-way through typing up the instructions for the edging on my latest ghan design. Oy Vey! I can't understand my own notes! LOL! That will wait for tomorrow as well. At least once typed, all I have to do is follow them when I finished sample #2 (2 squares down and 10 to go!) That is when I'll find myself either totally confused, annoyed at how badly I translated my notes, or happy because I figured it all out. Want to bet which one it will be?
Mr. Retired just called and he is on his way home. YEAH! So I need to head off and get dinner ready. Maybe if I bat my eyelashes at him just right, he'll take me out for a cup of java. I could use one right now.
I am half-way through typing up the instructions for the edging on my latest ghan design. Oy Vey! I can't understand my own notes! LOL! That will wait for tomorrow as well. At least once typed, all I have to do is follow them when I finished sample #2 (2 squares down and 10 to go!) That is when I'll find myself either totally confused, annoyed at how badly I translated my notes, or happy because I figured it all out. Want to bet which one it will be?
Mr. Retired just called and he is on his way home. YEAH! So I need to head off and get dinner ready. Maybe if I bat my eyelashes at him just right, he'll take me out for a cup of java. I could use one right now.
Sidetracked
Yesterday I got sidetracked. I had intended to spend the entire day doing laundry and sorting through some boxes. But a package arrived. A package filled with something very special. Something that gently called out to me in a soft voice. Something I could not ignore. I hope you can understand that it’s not my fault, honest it's not.
It all began this past Wednesday when Mr. Retired decided he wanted an older computer game. Amazon had it at the best price, but to avoid the shipping cost, we had to spend another few bucks. He said to me, "Oh surely you can find a book or two to make up that difference." Honestly, does the man not think about how he is feeding my addiction? And here I've been so good at not buying any new books. Now I'm off the wagon and it will be hard to climb back on it. But I'm digressing here ... so yesterday our package arrived. I got my little pocketknife and lovingly cut the tape.
Suddenly my hand lunged inside the box and greedily seized two small items. Their surface was slick to the touch, rather like the silk that edges a blanket; and their feel in my hand was comforting and soothing. I yanked them out of the box, sending the rest of its contents scattering onto the floor. I cared not. I had what I wanted. What I craved. New books! :D
I gazed lovingly at my new possessions. I caressed their covers with my free hand. My eyes glazed over as I thought about what adventures lay ahead. Finally, I shook myself out of my "new book stupor" and sat down and looked at the books. There I found "Fool's Puzzle" by Earlene Fowler and "A Catered Murder" by Isis Crawford.
"Fools Puzzle" is a quilting mystery, and "A Catered Murder" is a foodie mystery. I put the foodie book on the shelf, and took the quilting mystery to the front room. On the way I grabbed a cup of coffee. I settled in and read for over an hour. I'm in love with this writer and her stories. I love her characters. I am half way through the book. hehehe I read in bed last night, waking up because the book fell out of my hands and onto the floor. LOL!
This morning I went and searched out the quilt patterns Fowler speaks of in her book. I had more fun! I need to do these patterns. I found her web site (she has free quilt patterns and recipes there!). I now have a new book on my want list—"Benni Harper's Quilt Album".
I'm totally in love, and my craving for a new book is now satiated…for a week or so. I guess I'll get back to Harry Potter tomorrow. In the meantime, I'm off to enjoy a cup of coffee while I help Benni piece together the solution to the mystery. ;)
Kimberly
It all began this past Wednesday when Mr. Retired decided he wanted an older computer game. Amazon had it at the best price, but to avoid the shipping cost, we had to spend another few bucks. He said to me, "Oh surely you can find a book or two to make up that difference." Honestly, does the man not think about how he is feeding my addiction? And here I've been so good at not buying any new books. Now I'm off the wagon and it will be hard to climb back on it. But I'm digressing here ... so yesterday our package arrived. I got my little pocketknife and lovingly cut the tape.
Suddenly my hand lunged inside the box and greedily seized two small items. Their surface was slick to the touch, rather like the silk that edges a blanket; and their feel in my hand was comforting and soothing. I yanked them out of the box, sending the rest of its contents scattering onto the floor. I cared not. I had what I wanted. What I craved. New books! :D
I gazed lovingly at my new possessions. I caressed their covers with my free hand. My eyes glazed over as I thought about what adventures lay ahead. Finally, I shook myself out of my "new book stupor" and sat down and looked at the books. There I found "Fool's Puzzle" by Earlene Fowler and "A Catered Murder" by Isis Crawford.
"Fools Puzzle" is a quilting mystery, and "A Catered Murder" is a foodie mystery. I put the foodie book on the shelf, and took the quilting mystery to the front room. On the way I grabbed a cup of coffee. I settled in and read for over an hour. I'm in love with this writer and her stories. I love her characters. I am half way through the book. hehehe I read in bed last night, waking up because the book fell out of my hands and onto the floor. LOL!
This morning I went and searched out the quilt patterns Fowler speaks of in her book. I had more fun! I need to do these patterns. I found her web site (she has free quilt patterns and recipes there!). I now have a new book on my want list—"Benni Harper's Quilt Album".
I'm totally in love, and my craving for a new book is now satiated…for a week or so. I guess I'll get back to Harry Potter tomorrow. In the meantime, I'm off to enjoy a cup of coffee while I help Benni piece together the solution to the mystery. ;)
Kimberly
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Of former beaus and sometimes friends
This is a reprint of my March 13, 2005 post from another blog (soon to be abandoned!) Because this entry speaks of several "crooks" in my life's path, I wanted it to be a part of this journal.
Of former beaus
Like many women I know, I have friends, foes and beaus from my past. Usually they remain tucked nicely away in my memory banks, where I can call them up in moments of sweet remembrance; but sometimes they sweep in like ticking time bombs and fill the present with trepidation and panic. Such was the case for me earlier this week when an email from a former beau landed in my mailbox.
Perhaps landed is the wrong term. Crashed more appropriately describes what took place, for I felt as though a bomb had gone off inside my body when I saw his name in the "Who" column. Time froze and for one split second I neither heard, saw, nor felt anything around me—only the blinking of his name as the "new email" alert flashed.
At that moment, images flooded my brain like water from a broken damn. The swirling pictures caused memories to float to the surface of my heart—some of them ripping open old scars and leaving in their wake fresh pain and hurt, and the horrible sensation of shame as though my entire past life had been laid open for all the world to see. Other memories brought warmth and joy, some brought anger.
My pulse raced and my breathing was heavy as I sat and pondered my dilemma. On the one hand I was curious, on the other I was afraid of what I would find. My hand shook as it hovered over the mouse. Do I or don't I open the email? My hand moved to the delete key and paused. Finally I closed my email program and got up and left the computer. I needed time to think. Time to gather myself together. The email would wait. The sender would wait. After all, he had waited 34 years, what would another few minutes or hours matter?
A friend in need
My friend and I were close, but over the years we've lost touch as our lives have taken very different directions. She's remarried, has grandkids and new interests and it's hard for me to relate to all of these things. But when I see her, it's always a treat and it's as though it was just yesterday that we sat at her kitchen table over a cup of coffee. Her warm smile and her generous hug always brighten my day. I saw my friend the day after the email bombshell. We were in the grocery store when she went by, her eyes focused on something down the aisle. She walked by and didn't notice me. I put down the lettuce I was squeezing and walked over, tapped her on the shoulder and was rewarded with a smile and hug. It helped to wipe away the pain from the day before. We chatted about her grandkids and her husband. She has been through some trying times as well, and it was good to just stand there in the midst of all the other shoppers and chat about our joys and sorrows. Soon we were both laughing and smiling, and our burdens were lifted. We parted with the promise that we'd call each other. I know we won't, as does she, but it was nice to visit with her.
True friends indeed?
We sat down at the table, ready to enjoy a nice lunch—just the two of us. It has been a rough week, and my husband and I were both ready to just relax. Suddenly I hear my name being called. I glance around and there at the table kiddy-corner from us sat four ladies that I once called friends. These ladies are from my recent past, a time in my life when I was active in a church. A church that underwent some major leadership changes, and I was caught up in the tide of frustration, nasty politics, greed, and gossip. Eventually, I was swept out to sea and left floundering without a life vest when many (including these four ladies) turned against me. It was difficult to realize that sixteen years (and in some cases 20 years) counted for naught when weighed against the gossip of one man. Fortunately, I was rescued by family and was able to plant my feet firmly on shore once again, where I dried my tears, dusted the sand from my clothes and moved on to explore the riches of life.
At any other time I would have been surprised at the warm reception these ladies issued forth, but after the week I'd experienced, nothing much surprised me. They acted like nothing had taken place, and were gracious and warm as they chatted with my husband and myself. I surprised myself by being just as gracious and warm in return. Maybe I've learned something this week.
We have two choices with every experience in life: We can learn, grow and move forward, or we can let the resentment and anger eat at us until we stagnate and become lonely and bitter. Friends, foes and former beaus all play a part in shaping who we are and what we become. I'm thankful for all who have crossed my path, and for the lessons learned. Life is pretty good, and I'm looking forward to all the new experiences life has to offer me in the years ahead.
Of former beaus
Like many women I know, I have friends, foes and beaus from my past. Usually they remain tucked nicely away in my memory banks, where I can call them up in moments of sweet remembrance; but sometimes they sweep in like ticking time bombs and fill the present with trepidation and panic. Such was the case for me earlier this week when an email from a former beau landed in my mailbox.
Perhaps landed is the wrong term. Crashed more appropriately describes what took place, for I felt as though a bomb had gone off inside my body when I saw his name in the "Who" column. Time froze and for one split second I neither heard, saw, nor felt anything around me—only the blinking of his name as the "new email" alert flashed.
At that moment, images flooded my brain like water from a broken damn. The swirling pictures caused memories to float to the surface of my heart—some of them ripping open old scars and leaving in their wake fresh pain and hurt, and the horrible sensation of shame as though my entire past life had been laid open for all the world to see. Other memories brought warmth and joy, some brought anger.
My pulse raced and my breathing was heavy as I sat and pondered my dilemma. On the one hand I was curious, on the other I was afraid of what I would find. My hand shook as it hovered over the mouse. Do I or don't I open the email? My hand moved to the delete key and paused. Finally I closed my email program and got up and left the computer. I needed time to think. Time to gather myself together. The email would wait. The sender would wait. After all, he had waited 34 years, what would another few minutes or hours matter?
A friend in need
My friend and I were close, but over the years we've lost touch as our lives have taken very different directions. She's remarried, has grandkids and new interests and it's hard for me to relate to all of these things. But when I see her, it's always a treat and it's as though it was just yesterday that we sat at her kitchen table over a cup of coffee. Her warm smile and her generous hug always brighten my day. I saw my friend the day after the email bombshell. We were in the grocery store when she went by, her eyes focused on something down the aisle. She walked by and didn't notice me. I put down the lettuce I was squeezing and walked over, tapped her on the shoulder and was rewarded with a smile and hug. It helped to wipe away the pain from the day before. We chatted about her grandkids and her husband. She has been through some trying times as well, and it was good to just stand there in the midst of all the other shoppers and chat about our joys and sorrows. Soon we were both laughing and smiling, and our burdens were lifted. We parted with the promise that we'd call each other. I know we won't, as does she, but it was nice to visit with her.
True friends indeed?
We sat down at the table, ready to enjoy a nice lunch—just the two of us. It has been a rough week, and my husband and I were both ready to just relax. Suddenly I hear my name being called. I glance around and there at the table kiddy-corner from us sat four ladies that I once called friends. These ladies are from my recent past, a time in my life when I was active in a church. A church that underwent some major leadership changes, and I was caught up in the tide of frustration, nasty politics, greed, and gossip. Eventually, I was swept out to sea and left floundering without a life vest when many (including these four ladies) turned against me. It was difficult to realize that sixteen years (and in some cases 20 years) counted for naught when weighed against the gossip of one man. Fortunately, I was rescued by family and was able to plant my feet firmly on shore once again, where I dried my tears, dusted the sand from my clothes and moved on to explore the riches of life.
At any other time I would have been surprised at the warm reception these ladies issued forth, but after the week I'd experienced, nothing much surprised me. They acted like nothing had taken place, and were gracious and warm as they chatted with my husband and myself. I surprised myself by being just as gracious and warm in return. Maybe I've learned something this week.
We have two choices with every experience in life: We can learn, grow and move forward, or we can let the resentment and anger eat at us until we stagnate and become lonely and bitter. Friends, foes and former beaus all play a part in shaping who we are and what we become. I'm thankful for all who have crossed my path, and for the lessons learned. Life is pretty good, and I'm looking forward to all the new experiences life has to offer me in the years ahead.
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