Fuzzarelly is Back
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Puzzle Level: Medium
Note the Elder Squirrel.
Larry W. Timberlake
Died: Saturday, March 29, 2008
Larry W. Timberlake, 79, Palmyra, died Saturday, March 29, 2008, at Floyd Memorial Hospital and Health Services in New Albany.
Born April 14, 1928, in Laconia, he was the son of the late Stoy and Mary Ellen Singleton Timberlake.
He was a retired logger and sawmill owner, an Army veteran of the Korean War and a member of Old Capitol VFW Post 2950 in Corydon.
Survivors include his companion and caregiver, Judy Clark of Palmyra; two daughters, Arla Jo Durham of Corydon and Jan Wathen of Brandenburg; two brothers, Everett Brooks Timberlake of Hazelton and Norman Timberlake of Rineyville, Ky.; a sister, Audrey Regan of New Albany; five grandchildren; and four great-grandchildren.
Visitation: Monday, March 31, from 3 to 8 p.m. and Tuesday, April 1, after 9 a.m. at Beanblossom-Cesar Funeral Home in Corydon.
Funeral: Tuesday, April 1, at 2 p.m. with burial in Otterbein Cemetery near Laconia.
Officiant: Elder Squirrel Murphy.
Pallbearers: Phil Myrick, Chris Harbeson, Wess Durham, Gerald Ray, Joshua Cullins and David Clark.
Larry W. Timberlake
Died: Saturday, March 29, 2008
Larry W. Timberlake, 79, Palmyra, died Saturday, March 29, 2008, at Floyd Memorial Hospital and Health Services in New Albany.
Born April 14, 1928, in Laconia, he was the son of the late Stoy and Mary Ellen Singleton Timberlake.
He was a retired logger and sawmill owner, an Army veteran of the Korean War and a member of Old Capitol VFW Post 2950 in Corydon.
Survivors include his companion and caregiver, Judy Clark of Palmyra; two daughters, Arla Jo Durham of Corydon and Jan Wathen of Brandenburg; two brothers, Everett Brooks Timberlake of Hazelton and Norman Timberlake of Rineyville, Ky.; a sister, Audrey Regan of New Albany; five grandchildren; and four great-grandchildren.
Visitation: Monday, March 31, from 3 to 8 p.m. and Tuesday, April 1, after 9 a.m. at Beanblossom-Cesar Funeral Home in Corydon.
Funeral: Tuesday, April 1, at 2 p.m. with burial in Otterbein Cemetery near Laconia.
Officiant: Elder Squirrel Murphy.
Pallbearers: Phil Myrick, Chris Harbeson, Wess Durham, Gerald Ray, Joshua Cullins and David Clark.
Monday, April 21, 2008
We're Sorry for the Inconvenience
Wowee. Just made a frantic, yet surprisingly subdued and non-panic-filled, drive home from errands. I usually keep my albuteral enhaler in my purse or my pants pocket. Not today! I forgot! Crap on a stick!
A quarter of the way home, I began to cough and then, of course, panic set in when I became unable to draw a breath. (Breathing is kind of important.) I had, in the bottom of my purse, an Epi-Pen, (from the shrimp episode) and that was why I made it home in one piece. One breathing piece, even.
Lesson learned! Check for "Binkie" before leaving the driveway. And get a new Epi-Pen.
My brain has not been in blog mood this past week. Don't know why exactly, except that I crashed for a day (or two) after Greencastle, then commenced on the chores that have gone neglected as I cranked away at the drumcarder for the past several weeks.
All but one of Sheila's babies are either sold or are in the barn. We are keeping the newly-named Sugar in the house for the time being. However, if Sugar keeps misbehaving, it'll be The Barn for him, too.
Sheila, who may be pregnant after a few hours spent outside two weeks ago, has again begun building the Nest to End All Nests. She has found a washed fleece in my studio and has been dragging it, lock by lock, into a closet corner. Fine. Take it. When am I going to spin sheep wool again, anyway? And it isn't like I don't I have more.
Oh. I have also now taken four trips in six days to the metal recycling yards with my two buddies here....
They have made between them almost $800. I drive because the fellow in the red shirt has never had a driver's license and I don'ttrust know the other one enough to let him drive Zippy, Sweetie's favorite yard sale purchase ever. (1972 Chevy) They don't have a running truck between them.
What I get for my trouble (and gas money!) is a mucked out bunny barn! Well worth my time. Since I can't breathe well enough to tackle it myself.
This weekend, the crazy yet overactive neighbor was in town to work on the "summer cottage." Does anyone remember the old nursery rhyme:
Hark, Hark the dogs do bark
Beggars are coming to town.
Some in rags and some in dags
And some in velvet gown.
In other words, here be the non-Romany gypsies. One of them has a crack problem.
And last, the obligatory bunny shot. This is, from the bottom, Ramsey, Jackie Brown, and Bambi.
A quarter of the way home, I began to cough and then, of course, panic set in when I became unable to draw a breath. (Breathing is kind of important.) I had, in the bottom of my purse, an Epi-Pen, (from the shrimp episode) and that was why I made it home in one piece. One breathing piece, even.
Lesson learned! Check for "Binkie" before leaving the driveway. And get a new Epi-Pen.
My brain has not been in blog mood this past week. Don't know why exactly, except that I crashed for a day (or two) after Greencastle, then commenced on the chores that have gone neglected as I cranked away at the drumcarder for the past several weeks.
All but one of Sheila's babies are either sold or are in the barn. We are keeping the newly-named Sugar in the house for the time being. However, if Sugar keeps misbehaving, it'll be The Barn for him, too.
Sheila, who may be pregnant after a few hours spent outside two weeks ago, has again begun building the Nest to End All Nests. She has found a washed fleece in my studio and has been dragging it, lock by lock, into a closet corner. Fine. Take it. When am I going to spin sheep wool again, anyway? And it isn't like I don't I have more.
Oh. I have also now taken four trips in six days to the metal recycling yards with my two buddies here....
They have made between them almost $800. I drive because the fellow in the red shirt has never had a driver's license and I don't
What I get for my trouble (and gas money!) is a mucked out bunny barn! Well worth my time. Since I can't breathe well enough to tackle it myself.
This weekend, the crazy yet overactive neighbor was in town to work on the "summer cottage." Does anyone remember the old nursery rhyme:
Hark, Hark the dogs do bark
Beggars are coming to town.
Some in rags and some in dags
And some in velvet gown.
In other words, here be the non-Romany gypsies. One of them has a crack problem.
And last, the obligatory bunny shot. This is, from the bottom, Ramsey, Jackie Brown, and Bambi.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Official Business Only
“In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for. As for me, I rejoice
that I am not a Republican.” ~ H.L. Menken
that I am not a Republican.” ~ H.L. Menken
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Free Admission
The Fiber Event at Greencastle was the bomb! My friends Blue Acorn and Hippie Art Chick and I were lucky enough to get three booths together in a row. And so a mini-mall was created, with all of our wares scattered throughout.
Blue Acorn had bunches of hand dyed yarn, and kits for hats, sweaters, and vests. How she does all this and works a full-time job absolutely amazes me.
Hippie Art Chick is a multi-tasker. She displayed rug hooking patterns and wool, hand dyed yarn, hand spun yarn, and spinning fiber. She acted for the most part as our cashier and money manager, too.
Victoria of Fiber eXchange Guild, wore this wonderful hat that she knit. The silver beads were strung on thread and plied with the wool. Very cool.
I had my Fuzzarelly Fiber, five baby bunnies, knitting needles, and maybe 7 hanks of handspun angora. Bringing the yarn was a last minute choice and I put a high price on it. I charged a dime a yard plus the cost of fiber, so there was a skein that was priced at $82, another at $70 something, and others a bit less.
We all did well. The business was steady throughout Friday and Saturday. The mini mall concept worked to everyone's benefit.
And most of my handspun sold! Goodgodalmighty! I was dumbfounded and thrilled. Ya never know what will strike a person's fancy.
Three babies went to good homes, the other two are in the barn. We are also keeping one of the torties (sp?) since it looks so much like its daddy, and also has Percival's sweet personality. I am delighted to get the almost grown darlings out of the house. So now, there is Heizen, Sheila, and NoName and the four dwarf babies, who are in a cage. Oh, and Winehouse. Only eight inside now.
I found this sign in our building. What kind of party did they have?
Blue Acorn had bunches of hand dyed yarn, and kits for hats, sweaters, and vests. How she does all this and works a full-time job absolutely amazes me.
Hippie Art Chick is a multi-tasker. She displayed rug hooking patterns and wool, hand dyed yarn, hand spun yarn, and spinning fiber. She acted for the most part as our cashier and money manager, too.
Victoria of Fiber eXchange Guild, wore this wonderful hat that she knit. The silver beads were strung on thread and plied with the wool. Very cool.
I had my Fuzzarelly Fiber, five baby bunnies, knitting needles, and maybe 7 hanks of handspun angora. Bringing the yarn was a last minute choice and I put a high price on it. I charged a dime a yard plus the cost of fiber, so there was a skein that was priced at $82, another at $70 something, and others a bit less.
We all did well. The business was steady throughout Friday and Saturday. The mini mall concept worked to everyone's benefit.
And most of my handspun sold! Goodgodalmighty! I was dumbfounded and thrilled. Ya never know what will strike a person's fancy.
Three babies went to good homes, the other two are in the barn. We are also keeping one of the torties (sp?) since it looks so much like its daddy, and also has Percival's sweet personality. I am delighted to get the almost grown darlings out of the house. So now, there is Heizen, Sheila, and NoName and the four dwarf babies, who are in a cage. Oh, and Winehouse. Only eight inside now.
I found this sign in our building. What kind of party did they have?
Only Fifty Cents
Scary Scary! Just what I want to cover that ugly Kleenex boutique box - the headless bride of Chuckie.
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