The Dining Room is now the office. It’s light and spacious and very organized. Ahhhhhhh.
My little Chinese apothecary cabinet fits just right in the corner.
The refining never ends.

Thank God. What would I want with perfection?

I’ve put down the sweater I started knitting with my fancy yarn to knit a quick scarf using some odds and ends. Nearly instant gratification instead of endless counting of rows and stitches and decreases and increases. It was making me crazy even though I was going at it slowly and in a carefree, who cares how long it takes me sort of way. I think it was giving me someone else’s dreams. I dreamed I was overwhelmed with tasks. The dogs barking like mad at the back door while someone needed help at the front door and me with a dinner to prepare for guests. Nothing like present circumstances. But they can change so drastically from one week to the next.
Say, next week when Em comes home for Winter Break. :O/

what a lovely thanksgiving day we had. salmon cakes, smashed potatoes with carmelized onions, only slightly charred collard greens and plenty of good wine to wash it all down.
just the two of us. it was lovely. one of only two thanksgivings i played “hooky” from the whole affair. the other one was when i was 17 and Marc, my boyfriend’s next door neighbor and i went to a diner in Flushing, NY and had omelettes.

a newish necklace.

what a lovely thanksgiving day we had. salmon cakes, smashed potatoes with carmelized onions, only slightly charred collard greens and plenty of good wine to wash it all down.
just the two of us. it was lovely. one of only two thanksgivings i played “hooky” from the whole affair. the other one was when i was 17 and Marc, my boyfriend’s next door neighbor and i went to a diner in Flushing, NY and had omelettes.

a newish necklace.

Lu is OTR. Again. Life is messy.

I’ve been waking in the night and feeling the bed vibrate. It feels like there’s some machinery under the floor. I can hear it too. I woke the Dishwasher the other night so he could explain it to me but he didn’t feel anything. Sometimes it’s weaker than others so I’m waiting for it to be really huge to wake him again. I feel like William Shatner in that old Twilight Zone where he kept seeing the monster on the wing of the airplane but whenever anyone looked, it wasn’t there.

And that’ s final.

Lu is OTR. Again. Life is messy.

I’ve been waking in the night and feeling the bed vibrate. It feels like there’s some machinery under the floor. I can hear it too. I woke the Dishwasher the other night so he could explain it to me but he didn’t feel anything. Sometimes it’s weaker than others so I’m waiting for it to be really huge to wake him again. I feel like William Shatner in that old Twilight Zone where he kept seeing the monster on the wing of the airplane but whenever anyone looked, it wasn’t there.

And that’ s final.

hmmm

hmmm

The Monk sent some very good photos from Taiwan. This is one of my favorites. Nothing is too horrible to contemplate loading up on these motorcycles.

Chilly mornings and warm days have got me feeling discombobulated. That and having 2/3 home. She leaves a wake of debris wherever she goes, bosses me around mercilessly and makes my stomache ache with worry when she’s out and about.

And now the Dishwasher is sick.

Time to start knitting.

Saturday the local yarn shop, Ball & Skein, had a sale. She didn’t have any of her super fancy hand dyed hand spun $50 and up per hank yarns there, just the ordinary wools, cottons, silks and blends. All half price. It was a feeding frenzy. There were women there with tote bags that said “eat, sleep & knit” and they weren’t kidding. I could tell. They all had giant boxes full of yarn to purchase and the line wound around the room. There I stood with my one little bag behind a woman who casually threw down $950 for her yarn. Enough yarn for years and years of worry.

The Monk sent some very good photos from Taiwan. This is one of my favorites. Nothing is too horrible to contemplate loading up on these motorcycles.

Chilly mornings and warm days have got me feeling discombobulated. That and having 2/3 home. She leaves a wake of debris wherever she goes, bosses me around mercilessly and makes my stomache ache with worry when she’s out and about.

And now the Dishwasher is sick.

Time to start knitting.

Saturday the local yarn shop, Ball & Skein, had a sale. She didn’t have any of her super fancy hand dyed hand spun $50 and up per hank yarns there, just the ordinary wools, cottons, silks and blends. All half price. It was a feeding frenzy. There were women there with tote bags that said “eat, sleep & knit” and they weren’t kidding. I could tell. They all had giant boxes full of yarn to purchase and the line wound around the room. There I stood with my one little bag behind a woman who casually threw down $950 for her yarn. Enough yarn for years and years of worry.

More Flintstone jewelry.
A mess really but that’s in keeping with how I’m feeling just now. That strange little cold has turned into a full blown crazy ass cold. Yesterday Maria told me about a Mexican “remedio casero” (home remedy). It involves cinnamon sticks and garlic and I thought I might try it when I got home but I went for the ass kicking remedio instead. Benadryl.
And because I have yet to be sick enough not to want to eat, I made a broccoli rabe pasta with kalamata olives, garlic and chili peppers. That was pretty kick ass too.

More Flintstone jewelry.
A mess really but that’s in keeping with how I’m feeling just now. That strange little cold has turned into a full blown crazy ass cold. Yesterday Maria told me about a Mexican “remedio casero” (home remedy). It involves cinnamon sticks and garlic and I thought I might try it when I got home but I went for the ass kicking remedio instead. Benadryl.
And because I have yet to be sick enough not to want to eat, I made a broccoli rabe pasta with kalamata olives, garlic and chili peppers. That was pretty kick ass too.

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This is a Ruth Asawa sculpture hanging at the DeYoung Museum in San Francsico. I was hoping for a trip up again this weekend but decided to stay home and “nurse” this strange little cold. Nursing the cold entailed Huevos Rancheros for me and Eggs Benedict for the Dishwasher at the Redwood Cafe this morning followed by hours of tv. I watched The Haunting a 1960’s thriller that took me about 6 hours to watch thanks to tivo, while the Dishwasher worked at the computer most of the day. I snuck in a couple of 6 Ft Under episodes too, while glueing some layers of papers for books or cards.
All that laying around made us especially hungry for some of Deb’s (Wild Ginger) Mussels and now it’s a glass of brandy before bedtime.
San Francisco will be there in a couple of weeks if all goes well.

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This is a Ruth Asawa sculpture hanging at the DeYoung Museum in San Francsico. I was hoping for a trip up again this weekend but decided to stay home and “nurse” this strange little cold. Nursing the cold entailed Huevos Rancheros for me and Eggs Benedict for the Dishwasher at the Redwood Cafe this morning followed by hours of tv. I watched The Haunting a 1960’s thriller that took me about 6 hours to watch thanks to tivo, while the Dishwasher worked at the computer most of the day. I snuck in a couple of 6 Ft Under episodes too, while glueing some layers of papers for books or cards.
All that laying around made us especially hungry for some of Deb’s (Wild Ginger) Mussels and now it’s a glass of brandy before bedtime.
San Francisco will be there in a couple of weeks if all goes well.