I was sleepy all morning. The roosters woke me at 4:30, and even though I inserted the earplugs as usual, my brain was alert and racing, and so, I got up.
Around noon, I fell onto the couch and was asleep almost immediately for three hours. To dream about being so very sleepy and falling asleep in different places and occasions. Doctor's offices. Driving. Other people's living rooms.
I just now woke up and brewed myself a cup of coffee. Must. Stay. Awake.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
Extra Strength
So.
My hand is back to normal, but I am still careful for it. What a bizarre injury that was.
I have actually been working in the studio. I knoooow! The first day at the drum carder, after taking a break, is always hell on my legs, because of shin splints from back in the costume-house days, where I spent hours standing on concrete floors. After the first day, it becomes bearable. I keep meaning to bring in a stool from the barn. Dang it.
I also completed the pattern for Fuzzarelly's Cloche Hat, with 2 variations. I seem to be getting better at this pattern thing. Also the NeoOffice thing, which is the word processing application I use.
Click for very big.

Our cash is so low that I have been buying groceries and gas with the credit card. I was ready to start paying the utilities with it, too. But, Halloo and Hallay! Sweetie's 401k money has arrived, much more quickly that I imagined.
I told Sweetie that he still needed to get a job, however.
I am going to offer some few things for sale here or on eBay. Handspun. I'll post about it when I get my crap together.
Oh, and before I forget. This is my new email address: fuzzarelly dot mckellar at gee male dot com.
My hand is back to normal, but I am still careful for it. What a bizarre injury that was.
I have actually been working in the studio. I knoooow! The first day at the drum carder, after taking a break, is always hell on my legs, because of shin splints from back in the costume-house days, where I spent hours standing on concrete floors. After the first day, it becomes bearable. I keep meaning to bring in a stool from the barn. Dang it.
I also completed the pattern for Fuzzarelly's Cloche Hat, with 2 variations. I seem to be getting better at this pattern thing. Also the NeoOffice thing, which is the word processing application I use.
Click for very big.

Our cash is so low that I have been buying groceries and gas with the credit card. I was ready to start paying the utilities with it, too. But, Halloo and Hallay! Sweetie's 401k money has arrived, much more quickly that I imagined.
I told Sweetie that he still needed to get a job, however.
I am going to offer some few things for sale here or on eBay. Handspun. I'll post about it when I get my crap together.
Oh, and before I forget. This is my new email address: fuzzarelly dot mckellar at gee male dot com.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Now in 30 packs!
I have listened to this song a million times in my life and hope to listen to it a million more.
My ex, the Pyg, in addition to being an asshole, was a guitar-playing, tenor-singing musician. I sat in on countless hours of him rehearsing the song with Ted Thomas, including the discussions of pauses, lyrics, key, etc. I know this song forward and backward.
But I only just learned that Lowell George wrote and performed it.
May the universe accept his energy.
My ex, the Pyg, in addition to being an asshole, was a guitar-playing, tenor-singing musician. I sat in on countless hours of him rehearsing the song with Ted Thomas, including the discussions of pauses, lyrics, key, etc. I know this song forward and backward.
But I only just learned that Lowell George wrote and performed it.
May the universe accept his energy.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Use within 30 days.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Prescriptions.Canada.com
I injured my hand last week, trying to remove some fiber from a gear of the supercarder. It wasn't jammed, but it is not wise to let things like this build up. It was my right hand, even, and I am right-handed. I maybe spent fifteen minutes on the task, with tweezers and steel crochet hook, attempting to remove fuzzy bits from an area hard to reach.
It didn't hurt until the next day. But, then the day after after that, it was mostly okay.
Come Tuesday, on my field corn raid, I injured it again, shucking. The bruise, the swelling, and pain was terrible yesterday. It was the fleshy part between the thumb and forefinger. Hurt like hell.
Sweetie had to clip a left hand nail that I broke, because I could not operate nail clippers. Nor could I unscrew bits from the bunnies' water bottles, so he helped me with chores. My hair needed help and it didn't get any. I ended up taking two aspirin and a benadryl, then sleeping with my hand in an elastic wrap for four hours. Woke up feeling better and now today, the next day, while still hurting, I am able to at least "pince" with thumb and forefinger. I am using the other three fingers on the right hand as much as is practicable.
I am finally getting a few ripe tomatoes from the garden, and also stir frying the green ones. Found a wok at a local yard sale last week and, while not a wok guru, I am fer shur enjoying some real wok chi. Love it. So much better than the skillet I used before.
Hope to get back in the studio today, at least by tomorrow, as I have zero product in house at the moment. Oh, wait. Tomorrow is the meeting of the Barefoot Spinners. Well.
This is an ancient book of manners that The Little Grey Bungalow blogged about; it is from the Golden Age of the 1890s. Some parts of it, especially the conversational arts, are still apropos.
Project Gutenburg is a gem of teh innerwebs.
It didn't hurt until the next day. But, then the day after after that, it was mostly okay.
Come Tuesday, on my field corn raid, I injured it again, shucking. The bruise, the swelling, and pain was terrible yesterday. It was the fleshy part between the thumb and forefinger. Hurt like hell.
Sweetie had to clip a left hand nail that I broke, because I could not operate nail clippers. Nor could I unscrew bits from the bunnies' water bottles, so he helped me with chores. My hair needed help and it didn't get any. I ended up taking two aspirin and a benadryl, then sleeping with my hand in an elastic wrap for four hours. Woke up feeling better and now today, the next day, while still hurting, I am able to at least "pince" with thumb and forefinger. I am using the other three fingers on the right hand as much as is practicable.
I am finally getting a few ripe tomatoes from the garden, and also stir frying the green ones. Found a wok at a local yard sale last week and, while not a wok guru, I am fer shur enjoying some real wok chi. Love it. So much better than the skillet I used before.
Hope to get back in the studio today, at least by tomorrow, as I have zero product in house at the moment. Oh, wait. Tomorrow is the meeting of the Barefoot Spinners. Well.
This is an ancient book of manners that The Little Grey Bungalow blogged about; it is from the Golden Age of the 1890s. Some parts of it, especially the conversational arts, are still apropos.
Project Gutenburg is a gem of teh innerwebs.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Not rated.
These two videos cracker me up. Sock Zombie and
Sock Zombie II
Also. TWO banty eggs today! That makes five!
Sock Zombie II
Also. TWO banty eggs today! That makes five!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Patent Pending
Oh, sweet mother of the freakin' universe.
Okay, so I know there are asswipes everywhere, and especially in New York City. I know that moving away from certain asswipes only means moving towards other ones. But, damn it.
Imagine me, a few minutes ago, in my front yard, seeing a minivan slow down to avoid creaming certain dumb bunnies that still have not learned that playing in the road is deadly dangerous. Most people are so cool. Really. They love the bunnies, watch them and look out for them. Anyway, I said "Thank you for not running over the bunnies!" Then I realized who it was when he said, "Better keep the damn things out of the road!"
Oh, thank you, Meredith Coffey, you bastard. You man that has never had One. Civil. Thing. to say to me ever since I moved here fifteen years ago. Thank you and your two friends, John Turner and Maurice Roby, for making my life so pleasant living in this small community. Thank you for rutting my yard, stalking me, and for raising harassment to new heights. Thanks for helping with the nervous breakdown! I guess it makes you feel like real macho men, doesn't it, to mess with a woman, by herself. You all all don't mess with Sweetie, do you? (Well, John Turner, you did, and you are now under a restraining order to keep the fuck away from us both.)
Anyway.
Sweetie and I came to the understanding yesterday, even before this latest event, that we are going to move away fromThe Village of the Damned, um, Lovely Laconia sometime. Maybe sooner, (hopehopehope,) or later.
He is looking for jobs all over the country. As soon as we can swing it, we are going to be long gone from here.
One good thing? Three banty eggs in three days!!!
Okay, so I know there are asswipes everywhere, and especially in New York City. I know that moving away from certain asswipes only means moving towards other ones. But, damn it.
Imagine me, a few minutes ago, in my front yard, seeing a minivan slow down to avoid creaming certain dumb bunnies that still have not learned that playing in the road is deadly dangerous. Most people are so cool. Really. They love the bunnies, watch them and look out for them. Anyway, I said "Thank you for not running over the bunnies!" Then I realized who it was when he said, "Better keep the damn things out of the road!"
Oh, thank you, Meredith Coffey, you bastard. You man that has never had One. Civil. Thing. to say to me ever since I moved here fifteen years ago. Thank you and your two friends, John Turner and Maurice Roby, for making my life so pleasant living in this small community. Thank you for rutting my yard, stalking me, and for raising harassment to new heights. Thanks for helping with the nervous breakdown! I guess it makes you feel like real macho men, doesn't it, to mess with a woman, by herself. You all all don't mess with Sweetie, do you? (Well, John Turner, you did, and you are now under a restraining order to keep the fuck away from us both.)
Anyway.
Sweetie and I came to the understanding yesterday, even before this latest event, that we are going to move away from
He is looking for jobs all over the country. As soon as we can swing it, we are going to be long gone from here.
One good thing? Three banty eggs in three days!!!
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