Guaranteed to Never Go Up

So.

It is Wednesday night and we still don't have running water. Sweetie and our renter (who owes us a lot of back rent,) are working on it even as I type, so maybe if the rain holds off for a few more hours, maybe, maybe, maybe it will be done. Tonight.

I'm not holding my breath.

Sweetie just now reported on their progress. The Town Drunk and the Village Idiot both came by to tell them that they were doing it wrong. Because, you know, they know so much and are ever eager to share. My job is to come out with the pistol if they show up again.

I finished knitting the little hat I was working on. This is Lezlie modeling.




(Isn't she a pretty six year old? She's smart, too.) I am knitting another hat, basically the same, but with some tweaking. Then, finally, I will spin some of my Fuzzy Nuggets and knit another, in order for The Woolery to have the pattern and a sample for their showroom. It will also then become one of my "free with purchase" patterns, as it can be made from only one ounce of Fuzzarelly Fibers. This has been fun to work on, as I am taking the ubiquitous cloche hat, or watch cap, and making it my own.

This is Autumn, Lezlie's aunt. Autumn is almost four, going on 20.



And now, Linx!!!

Russian Jedi Skater.

Rowlf on the old Jimmie Dean Show.

No Rain in the Forecast

So.

We have no water. This is not a fun thing, especially if one likes to wash ones hands. And clothes. And dishes.

We are in the midst of replacing out water line from the meter to our house. Also, we want to extend the line to a faucet out to the barn, so I can tend the bunnies more easily.

The initial excavation went well until the rain came, all 2 inches of it. Sigh. Clear skies are forecast through most of the week, so maybe by Wednesday we will have running water again in the house.

Thank goodness the 2" of rain allowed us to collect enough water to flush the toilets and care for the critters. We humans can cope. Sweetie can wee wee by the barn doors. (Keeps out the coyotes and opossums.)

In the meantime, I am knitting a hat of sorts out of Fuzzarelly Fiber and am carding batts of angora. I have so many bags o' angora that is not funny. Several years worth. Enough to keep me out of trouble for awhile. Until the water is running again, however, I cannot dye anything.

It makes me appreciate how precious water is, all over again. You see, I grew up with well water. I took baths of three inches in the tub and shared that water with my two older brothers. Water was precious. I knew children that bathed once a week, on Saturday night, and used a wash cloth to clean themselves the other days.

I knew people that used outhouses.

So, I am not icked out by not having water, even though it is inconvenient.

Clean water is a precious thing.

And now, video.

Go Ask Alice

If you have happen to have any little bit o' change laying around, send it, via PayPal, to Alice at contact@rubinelliglass.com. She is an artist with bunnies. I can relate.

I helped her out because about 18 years ago, I was newly divorced and practically homeless. Several friends stepped up and took care of me in all sorts of ways.

Once I was on my feet again, I began the Payback. I try to help other folks that are down on their luck. Even though we are almost broke, too - what with Sweetie's job termination and all - I was able to help Alice a little bit.

Here is her blog post - http://potentiallynervous.blogspot.com/2009/07/any-millionaires-or-dentists-out-there.html

Post in a Public Place

I delivered my order to The Woolery yesterday. Glad to have that order scratched off of my Must-Do list.

Today has been spent cleaning the studio. I found a box, unopened, that was brought home from my bricks-and-mortar store. Four years ago. It was full of patterns and little sewing goodies. It made me want to do a little sewing, at least a pair or two of shorts for the girls next door.

I also ventured Into The Upstairs, which has become the catch all. A fire hazard is what it is. When I was weaving rugs, I acquired five boxes of blue jeans for denim rugs. Hello, Goodwill! There are also boxes of books and curtains and bags of clothes. Oh my. But I am done for the day and so I offer you......

A little something to keep you all amused for a few moments.

Web Site Story. Very nicely done, actually, and entertaining to boot.

Puzzles and stuff.


A thing called Rubikcubism. Several boxes of rubik cubes transformed.


Ironic ads from yesteryear. Asbestos, anyone?

Your Home Town Bank

I never click on ads. This one? Crackered me up. Keep clicking.

Heat Warning

Saving baby bats. I was all set to be cynical, but the shot at the end made me go "awwww."

Do you feel fat today? Or wrinkled? Or bad at laundry? Or, are you a guy?

And duck. Nice.

All disapproval, all the time.

Not my family reunion. Wish it were.

Stuff that Sweetie likes.

0 grams trans fat per serving

Lady Euphoria Deathwatch posted about dreaming in cartoons, and wondered if it were weird.

No weirder than my movie dreams starring Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, and just recently, Stephen Colbert. (Who is way hot and sexy, in my opinion and at my age.)

But the dream I had Monday night was merely disturbing and sad. In my dream, my (long-dead) mother and I were housemates somewhere and she told me that she was pregnant. IMD, I realized that this was impossible only because it had been 42 years since her last pregnancy. But IMD, that part was glossed over and the real news was that the baby was a girl and I was going to have a sister and I was so happy, so elated and so joyous.

After more weird and unrelated images, I woke up and was so very sad to realize that it was only a dream. In fact, I was depressed and sick feeling for most of the day.




Then on Thursday, at the liquor store - this is real and not a dream - I got hit on by a younger, good looking man. WTF?

Twenty, even ten years ago, I wouldn't have been surprised because I was once cute, way back then. However, the way I look and feel now? What sort of sane, young person would look at me twice? Of course, he may have been insane, drunk, fucked up and/or horny.

It was kind of nice, though.