Virtue is its own punishment.
- Aneurin Bevan
It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do.
- Jerome K. Jerome
Blue Acorn says "I looked at my calendar and decided that it is physically impossible for me to get everything done that I need to in the next 3 months. Oh well."
If you don't find it in the index, look very carefully through the entire catalogue.
- Unknown
I have always been an introvert, but I just realized that I have never been introspective. THERE'S A DIFFERENCE. Never have journaled. Never had psychotherapy. I throw away letters and cards. Brooding about the past but never dealing with it.
So. It may come as no surprise to some, but I just realized that I have been depressed from about the age of 14. I practiced self-mutilation at fifteen - cigarette burns on my flesh. I ran away from home at 17. My mother killed herself two weeks later. I self medicated. (Heh-heh. It was the seventies after all. Back when one could find hashish and opium and mescaline and acid.) I got sick and dropped out of high school. Swell!! Let us move 700 miles away to live with an almost stranger in a very big city.
Oh yeah. I adjusted very well. Hot dog on a stick, what a mess I was.
Fuzzarelly is Back
Monday, October 02, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
SECRETLY PLEASED
Oh my goodness. Some people actually read this! I got a comment from Molly, and I went to her blog, DrivebyKnitting. Very nicely done and there is a link to my blog.!! Lot's of photos, so for the dial-up crowd, go make a nice cuppa tea because she has a photo of baby Murgatroyd from the Hoosier Hills festival.
Lose a dog, get a cat. It was only a matter of time before another animal wandered into the household. This one, a girl I think, literally followed me and Buster home yesterday. She's thin, hungry and sweet natured, and in quarantine. Painterly markings of black and white and longish hair on body and tail. Age unknown; not a baby or adult. I'm sure there will be pictures at some point.
Lose a dog, get a cat. It was only a matter of time before another animal wandered into the household. This one, a girl I think, literally followed me and Buster home yesterday. She's thin, hungry and sweet natured, and in quarantine. Painterly markings of black and white and longish hair on body and tail. Age unknown; not a baby or adult. I'm sure there will be pictures at some point.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Abby Normal
| You Are 32% Abnormal |
 You are at low risk for being a psychopath. It is unlikely that you have no soul. You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess. You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection. You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement. You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer. |
How abnormal are you???
HERMIT REPORT
I have felt paralyzed the last several weeks/months. Physically weak and mentally fragile. When I have felt reasonably well, I have been able to focus on only one thing at a time. Which of course freaks me out because I have TOO MUCH TO DO to concentrate on one thing only.
I write great blog entries in my mind whilst I am out in the bunny barn or walking Buster. I do, I write whole paragraphs that evaporate as soon as I sit down at the keyboard.
The bunnies are all fine! Clipt Murgatroyd yesterday - sort of a poodle cut,
I guess you'd call it, as I cut only his body fur and not his face and legs or tail.
Talk about handling a bag of snakes! That boy did not want to sit still, but I was more determined than he was. It's getting to be haircut time for the rest of the herd; all will be sheared by the end of October. 
Groovy was transformed into Ghouly by his haircut - love those red eyes.
The eBay sales are toddling along. The first two listings were awkward as I tried to remember all the little tricks of selling. All four items did sell. I am going to try to get more listed today.
I am spinning a sport weight yarn from assorted wads of Fuzzarelly's Fibers and knitting it into The Next Shawl, a round one. I found a great lace doily/shawl pattern online with both written directions and a chart and three pictures! There are 600 stitches so far on the needles so progress is slowing down although every other round is just knit. This has been a solace project because when I am unable to do anything else, I am able to spin and knit on it. And it feels so very good in the hands.
So that whole project prompted me to shop on eBay for more lace knitting patterns. Bought a magazine from Germany, Strickdeckchen, with 27 patterns for doilies. Each is charted, but uses strange symbols that had me puzzled. Okay, a U means yarn over. l means knit. But what means the < or >? Or the down pointing arrow? One would think that those efficient Germans would have a printed explanation in the magazine, but I had to go online for help. I would love to start one of them today, but I must finish the shawl I am working on first!
So what else? I finally, finally got back my art work from Home-arama. How long has it been away? Six, eight weeks? I will not name names but - oh, hell, yes I will - Claudia Stoess was particularly lax about returning my calls. Messages were left with real live people, answering machines, and voice mail. I got one message on my machine three weeks ago saying she was sorry, blah yadda blah, she had the art in her vehicle and would meet me anywhere. When I returned the call, the stone wall was back. WTF? I mean really. I eventually got other phone numbers and got directions from an underling to Stoess Manor way the hell on the other side of Louisville and last Thursday, my babies came home with me. All in good shape. Like I said, WTF? My anger had actually subsided to pity. If this person's life and business was being run so poorly, she had some severe problems to deal with.
The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.
- Friedrich Nietzsche
I write great blog entries in my mind whilst I am out in the bunny barn or walking Buster. I do, I write whole paragraphs that evaporate as soon as I sit down at the keyboard.
The bunnies are all fine! Clipt Murgatroyd yesterday - sort of a poodle cut,
I guess you'd call it, as I cut only his body fur and not his face and legs or tail.
Talk about handling a bag of snakes! That boy did not want to sit still, but I was more determined than he was. It's getting to be haircut time for the rest of the herd; all will be sheared by the end of October. 
Groovy was transformed into Ghouly by his haircut - love those red eyes.The eBay sales are toddling along. The first two listings were awkward as I tried to remember all the little tricks of selling. All four items did sell. I am going to try to get more listed today.
I am spinning a sport weight yarn from assorted wads of Fuzzarelly's Fibers and knitting it into The Next Shawl, a round one. I found a great lace doily/shawl pattern online with both written directions and a chart and three pictures! There are 600 stitches so far on the needles so progress is slowing down although every other round is just knit. This has been a solace project because when I am unable to do anything else, I am able to spin and knit on it. And it feels so very good in the hands.
So that whole project prompted me to shop on eBay for more lace knitting patterns. Bought a magazine from Germany, Strickdeckchen, with 27 patterns for doilies. Each is charted, but uses strange symbols that had me puzzled. Okay, a U means yarn over. l means knit. But what means the < or >? Or the down pointing arrow? One would think that those efficient Germans would have a printed explanation in the magazine, but I had to go online for help. I would love to start one of them today, but I must finish the shawl I am working on first!
So what else? I finally, finally got back my art work from Home-arama. How long has it been away? Six, eight weeks? I will not name names but - oh, hell, yes I will - Claudia Stoess was particularly lax about returning my calls. Messages were left with real live people, answering machines, and voice mail. I got one message on my machine three weeks ago saying she was sorry, blah yadda blah, she had the art in her vehicle and would meet me anywhere. When I returned the call, the stone wall was back. WTF? I mean really. I eventually got other phone numbers and got directions from an underling to Stoess Manor way the hell on the other side of Louisville and last Thursday, my babies came home with me. All in good shape. Like I said, WTF? My anger had actually subsided to pity. If this person's life and business was being run so poorly, she had some severe problems to deal with.
The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.
- Friedrich Nietzsche
Monday, September 25, 2006
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.
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.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
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