WEATHER UPDATE

It's noticeable now, the change of the seasons. Today, I saw fields of goldenrod and wild purple ageratum. Feral sunflowers. Rogue tobacco. The sumac is reddening. The field corn has turned brown and is ready for harvest. The soybeans are getting a yellow tinge to their uppermost leaves. The old Whore Summer is leaving and the Autumnal Hag is here with her paints.

Really, it is beautiful. The sky is that robin's egg blue only seen in the fall, with white puffy clouds shufflin' off to Buffalo. Rained buckets over the weekend. The trees are only thinking about color - it's not quite time. First frost is generally Oct. 10 around here and that is when the foliage shines.

Mundane - Ordered my first pair of bifocals today. I can see the TV fine with my glasses on, and I knit best with my glasses off. You see the dilemma. Get new glasses or throw away the TV. I was sore tempted to toss the TV. As long as it is free, I will have a receiver.

Is it a common fantasy to wish to be either in a convent or a jail. In some sort of situation where one is supplied with three hots and a cot. And one can just be left alone to do one's thing. That is my fantasy. It is also Sweetie's. We are just sloths.

MY HAIR, TODAY

Another use for circular needles.

Murgatroyd and Anna Nicole

HAVEN'T YOU?

Haven't we all, at one time or another, air-conducted, air-guitared, air-drummed She's so Heavy in our living room? Or at least wanted to? Is this not a sign of mental health? Remember the first time you heard Abbey Road? Extra points if you were on your back between the speakers.

Outside, fall is creeping. Gray and drizzly. Dishes are in the sink, mostly washed. The Beatles sent my mind spinning back back back. Vacuuming has been done. The rain falls. Purple angora is on the stove. I try to not run away in panic. Or joy.

I can always turn to the internets for some sanity. Thank you, The Knitting Curmudgeon

OUR LIFE GOES ON

Thanks for the comments and emails. I am missing Bonnie in a thousand little ways. And I have been missing her in a thousand little ways for several months. She was a great red wasp alert. She loved to run. She was so incredibly smart. She hated guns, gun shots and fireworks. She absolutely loved me and Sweetie without being gushy. She was my best girl.

In actuality, she's been gone for quite awhile.

I have been reflecting on what the Buddha calls the spark of life. Spark! You are conceived. Spark! You are dead. If you can find it, read the The Zen of Physics. I got a lot out of the book but right now I am unable to articulate, as usual. It did suit my Buddhist world view, however.

In other news, I am back on eBay as Fuzzarelly selling my fibers. I am sending in an application to Maryland to be a vendor and have already sent the app to Greencastle. I am looking forward to the Wool Fest in Falmouth, KY (first weekend of Oct.) and the Fall Fiber Fest and Market in Corydon, IN (third Saturday of Oct.)

Habitat for Humanity completed the purchase of Camp Swampy last week; a piece of property we once owned across the street. It will be so cool to have a new house built in Lovely LA.

I have begun another shawl, now that the blue socks are complete. (Lynne was the recipient of that pair.) (When someone bewails the fact that they cannot knit two socks that match, and they are such good people, what am I to do?) This new shawl will be knit from Fuzzarelly Fibers using a variety of blends. The pink mohair shawl will be a part of the Shawl Exchange at Shakertown in Kentucky this December, the annual retreat of the Friendship Spinners. The first shawl I knit, the one with the earth tones - will it be mine? Maybe. Maybe not.

I sure miss the hippies. I think the world could do with fewer business degrees folks and more hippies.

I Still Have Nightmares About Love and Peace

Blonde: I hate hippies.
Brunette: Me too! My mom said in the '60s, hippies were worse than homeless people!
Blonde: I used to be afraid of hippies as a kid. My mom used to threaten that I would get kidnapped by hippies if I was bad.

--Grand Central

Overheard by: matt

via Overheard in New York, Sep 12, 2006

BONNIE IS SLEEPING

Took her for her final vet visit this morning. I have lots of pictures, but with no scanner, I a limited to what is digitally on file. çlick for bigger.

Sweetie took the day off from work and I don't think I will work, either.

Good night, sweetheart. You are Mommie's little girl and you always will be. We love you.