Filed under: Culture - pop & other, Weirdness, health, sex | Tags: George Carlin, it is to laugh, Lick the Pig, Random Weirdness
Lyda here.
NOW I understand why I have no short term memory.
And here I was blaming the pot I smoked in college…
I know, crazy, right?
Wait…
What were we talking about?
Filed under: California, Texas, home | Tags: Campaign to Move Lyda to Colorado, Whining, Zombie Army
… possibly right before checking into a nice room with padded walls…
Lyda here. Whole lot of moving and shaking goin’ on.
Anna-Liza is in the process of moving this month. I’ll let her give the details when she surfaces. Last I heard, she was looking for the duct tape. She did mention something about taping the kids to the walls.
I’m sure she was kidding.
Pretty sure.
I’ll be moving soon too. By January 2nd if not before. The reason is financial, and too depressing to go into. So I won’t go into it.
Places are lining up as possible new living areas. Seattle. Texas. Ohio. Pennsylvania. Colorado may even have an outside chance.
Shh. Don’t tell my employers that I may be leaving the state.
As that wonderful role model said, “I’m reviewing the situation...”
I wonder where my Zombie Army would feel at home?
Filed under: Culture - pop & other, Movies, TV, cats, health, love, twelve | Tags: Star Wars, Peter Sellers, Samuel L. Jackson, Pink Panther, cute overload, kittens, Marge Simpson
Lyda here.
I am surrounded by cuteness.
A month or two ago, we adopted two kittens from one of my coworkers (they were free – she had even taken them for their shots). They are adorable and playful and energetic, and they make us laugh. We both need to laugh more. And they cuddle with me at night and that helps me sleep. I hesitated a lot before taking on the additional responsibility, but I think it was the right decision. I am battling the Dread Demon Depression (now as always) and it was horribly bad after Tommy’s death and I wasn’t sleeping at all. The kittens help.
Of course I still miss Tommy, and Jason too. How strange it would be not to miss them. I lived with them for so long, fourteen or fifteen years. Much longer than my marriage.
Which I don’t miss at all.
But I digress…
And the kittens are company for me when I’m alone, and that is more frequent now, what with the Resident Sith Master being an adult now and attending college and all. This fall he’s a full time student at the community college near our place – have I mentioned that? He’s taking Economics and Political Science and a history class that is called “Current Issues” and… another class I can never remember. Have I mentioned that I seem to be losing my memory?
Have I mentioned that I digress a lot?
So, we now have two short-haired gray tiger striped demons kittens. The slightly larger, slightly grayer cat we named Cato* because he attacks everything all the time and without warning.
Cato in an uncharacteristically mellow mood
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We named the slightly smaller, sweet-faced cat with darker stripes Mace Window*, because he likes to hang out on the window sills between the glass and the blinds. Although RSM was saying the other day that his name should be Juggernaut.
Mace pretending he is not evil
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They certainly create chaos, but it is mostly really funny. Every few hours Mace discovers his tail and does Olympic-level gymnastic flips chasing it. Every few hours. If I had a video camera, we would absolutely win on America’s Funniest Home Videos.
Mace is crazy. Not just chase-your-tail-for-hours crazy, but OCD-evil crazy. Mace will not be turned. Once he gets an idea in his tiny kitty brain, he will continue to try it out. Like attacking the blinds. He pulled one set of blinds down off the window finally.
Mace climbs the screens without mercy, and has taught his brother to try too – definitely not funny as the window screens are old and poorly fitted (so we could lose kittens to the Evil Outdoors) and the screen doors are brand new – so we need to keep them nice for the landlady – and… poorly fitted.
Have I mentioned that my apartment is full of poorly fitting items? It seems to be the major leitmotif. But I digress.
Mace actually found himself outside on one Monday, when my bedroom screen fell out and so did he. At the time, I didn’t even know they could reach my bedroom’s high windowsill. Luckily I hadn’t left for work yet – another 5 minutes and that darn cat would have been outside until RSM woke up and noticed he was gone.
He learned nothing from this experience.
Needless to say, we keep all the windows closed now.
Their favorite place to hang out
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Like Marge, Cato keeps himself in a state of cat-like readiness – the first week or so he twitched almost all the time. He is mellowing a bit now.
But it is a certainty to him that his brother must die. He continues to attack without mercy.
Lucky for all concerned, kittens are easily distracted.
You might even say, they digress.
* I linked to the relevant movies, and here is more info. Cato is the namesake of the character played by Burt Kwouk in the Pink Panther movies (in this clip, Cato is hiding in the freezer). Mace is named after this Jedi character from Star Wars.
Yet I am trusting that most of y’all will understand both references without the links. Only one person at work got it – she’s the only one who has seen both sets of movies, and we even discussed the color of Samuel L. Jackson’s light saber. Oh yes we did.
One other person at work got the Peter Sellers reference (but not the Star Wars one). The rest of them were clueless.
I weep for the lack of culture in my work place.
But I digress again.
Filed under: California, Culture - pop & other, Food & Drink, Weirdness, gardening, twelve | Tags: dork, Lick the Pig, obscene vegetables, OC Fair, Random Weirdness, twelve
Lyda here. This is the third installment of my adventures at the Orange County Fair. If y’all are interested, here’s part one – fair animals and part two – fair fiber. Yes, I went to the fair in August, and it’s now the end of October. Let’s just say this whole post is a diversion from my fall. And I’m not talking about the season.
I only took two pictures of the quilting, both of the same of the award-winning quilt:
Blue ribbon quilt
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This was a beautiful baby quilt. I even took a close up:
detail of blue ribbon quilt
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I love the colors, the design, and the lavish quilting in golden thread. It was perfectly executed. Something to aspire to.
But I promised obscenity, and I’ll get there, y’all. Heading into the produce section, I saw that the fair has a huge… floral clock.
Time to flower.
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Yes, that is just one carrot on that plate...
Broccoli-Spinach
The mind boggles...
See if you can guess which of us posted this on her lunch hour.
moar funny pictures
Only 8 days to Halloween…
Bwahahahaha!
Hi, Anna-Liza here. Just like everyone else (with the possible exception of Marin), my knitting budget is almost zero quite restricted these days. I’m mostly knitting stash with the exception of a few skeins I bought for Knitting Sprite’s impending Wee Sprite. (She’s due in December). There are some other things that can help keep you knitting and sane even if your cash for acquiring stash has diminished. Or disappeared.
Okay, maybe not sane. But closer to it.
So the first tip is pretty obvious - knit stash. ‘Nuf said. But there are variations on this theme, Grasshopper.
Variation one: Get out all your UFOs and either knit them or rip them. This will add to your existing stash (by returning yarn to it that you no longer have tied up in pointless projects), and make you feel all virtuous. For me, that feeling is rare enough that I really enjoy it when I have an excuse to feel that way. And you get to dream about new projects for the reclaimed yarn, too! Plus you get re-enthused about projects you had sort of (or really) forgotten. If they’re not enthusing you, you should rip.
Variation two: When you’re feeling dangerously close to a yarn shop binge, go reorganize your stash. If you have even a moderate stash, you will find some forgotten treasures in there, and by handling and reorganizing all your yarn, you will most likely take the edge off your fiber jones. While you’re at it, organize your patterns, too. You’ll probably rediscover some that still excite you and can toss the ones you’re disenchanted with into recycling, freeing up some space (physically and mentally) for new loves. Doing this in close association with stash organizing might yield some brilliant new ideas in the pattern/yarn matchup area, too.
Another variation on the theme is to have a yarn trade with your knitting buddies. After you’ve all reorganized your stashes, bring any fiber you’re no longer in love with to a knit night. Trade in any fashion all of you feel is fair. A good general rule of thumb is to take the same amount you put in, without (much) regard to fiber content. Pull numbers out of a hat or roll dice to determine the order. Or just trade around the group.
So, abandoning that theme altogether, here’s a great tip I got from Cheryl Oberle several years ago. For a blocking board, try using a sheet of 2″ thick styrofoam insulation board. I like the kind with the thin plastic skin on both sides. A new sheet will cost about $25 to $30 at any home improvement center. I have a scrap leftover from a remodeling project, about 3′ by 4′, that works for almost everything, and I will be getting an intact 8′ sheet for larger projects, like the lace shawl I finished about a year and a half ago that still needs to be blocked. (Hey, I only just got Eris blocked after having cast on three years ago and finished the knitting last February).
If you don’t like the look of the plain board, cover it in contact paper – pick something that won’t interfere with getting your blocked items straight when you pin them out. An important bonus for me is that once the blocked item is pinned out, you can prop the whole thing up against a wall, which saves floor space and makes it somewhat less attractive to kids and kitties. I said “somewhat”.
Can’t find your stitch markers, or need more than you have? Paper clips work very well. The large ones will fit up to a size 10 needle. Get the coated kind if you hate that metal-on-metal scraping sound. They’re prettier, and still pretty cheap. Also, you can use them for color-coding your lace patterns. (Oh yes I do!)
I will frequently get my mid-size wooden needles, stitch holders, and other notions at Michael’s or Hobby Lobby when they have one of those 40% off coupons running. I will also buy yarn there. I am a bit of a yarn snob, but there are perfectly good yarns available there. And I can’t afford to be too snobby these days, frankly. (If you can, please please indulge!)
I’m sorry if this shocks you, but I will knit acrylic if it serves my purpose - but not the oldtimey Red Heart, which just doesn’t feel good to me. Wait ’til you see the baby item I’m knitting with a cheap very inexpensive acrylic that people keep thinking is handspun. Super soft, washable, and the whole thing cost about eleven bucks.
So what are some of your tips? I’ll collect them and do another post some time when it occurs to me. After all, the more we save where we can, the more we have left to spend at our LYS for the more critical things – like the perfect sock yarn for the gift knitting we’re doing right now.
Oh. Yeah. Gift knitting. I’ll get right on that.
Filed under: Whining, health | Tags: autumn, Ogre of Depression, Whining, Zombie Army
Lyda here. Yes, it really is me. Y’all can call off the search teams. I haven’t been eaten by my Zombie Army, although there have been times when I thought I was becoming a zombie myself. Hell, there have been times in the last month or two when becoming a zombie sounded pretty damn good.
Sorry for the long silence from me. Too much work, a not-fun-at-all health scare (I’m okay now though), and other things that are not-fun.
What is fun are the two kittens that are now terrorizing living at our house. I have a whole post written about them, I just have to add the pictures which have to be downloaded from my camera. I need to get to it before they finish growing up! Y’all know how it is. I even have another county fair post from the summer – weird and obscene veggies! – that also just needs the photos added.
My hours at work have changed, which I’m still adjusting to. And other changes are afoot at work, which I’m still only suspecting but which may be good for this Pollyanna’s career. I hope.
And we just got past the Ides of October. I just checked my Half-Bucket List. I have 5 things to complete by January 1, my 50th birthday. I can either hustle, or I can lower my expectations.
The middle of October feels like autumn. We even had rain last week. Our place is a wreck – thanks in large measure to the aforementioned furry demons that have made us their servants. And because I rearranged a bookcase to give the Resident Sith Master a better study area. Which means my books are on the floor in a (neat) pile, and some other decorative items are on my desk, awaiting decisions about keeping/donating/selling/sending to friends as holiday presents - hey – there’s an idea!
I’ve been struggling with the Ogre of Depression most of my life, and the last six weeks or more I felt like I was losing the battle. Because of the Evil Health Scare. Because of the financial stuff which continues to suck, let’s just not go there. Because of everything and nothing.
When the Ogre has me in his grip, I pull into myself. I cocoon. I isolate myself from everyone and everything. Including the things and the people who have proven time and again that they help lift the depression. Journaling, meditating, sitting in nature, creating art, sewing, knitting. Even cleaning. And talking to Anna-Liza, and GAAE Brother, and my other friends, and reading your blogs. I haven’t been doing any of that for a month or more.
Now I’m once again gingerly putting my head out of the cave, hoping that it doesn’t get smacked. I’ve done a tiny bit of journaling. A dab of cleaning. A smidgeon of being in nature.
Squeaking past the Ides of October.
Heading toward the holidays.
Scary stuff, kids.
Filed under: Colorado, Knitting, cats | Tags: Campaign to Move Lyda to Colorado, snow
Anna-Liza here. This is today:
That is all.
Filed under: Craft stuff, Friends, School, Spinning | Tags: Campaign to Move Lyda to Colorado, Carol Lee, dyeing, road trip, The Sheep Shed Studio, weaving, Wyoming
Hi, Anna-Liza back again. Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting!
I suppose that technically, I can’t really be late on my own blog (except when I say so), but I’ve got all these things to tell you about and I can’t ever seem to blog about them immediately after they’ve happened! So I’ve given up doing them in order, and this time I’ll tell you about what I did last weekend. And then I can throw in other stories whenever I’m not doing anything in particular, which I used to think was all the time.
So last weekend was the birthday weekend for both Knitting Sprite and Mr. R, who were born 16 years apart to the day. Unfortunately, that was also the weekend of The Gathering at The Sheep Shed Studio in Wyoming. Since The Gathering happens once a year and birthday celebrations can be moved, I abandoned my weeping offspring and headed north. Okay, neither of them wept. They were perfectly okay with this, what with liking having a sane and happy mom and all.
The original plan was that I was going to go with my friends Brandie and Sasha and their three girls, but Friday afternoon Brandie called and said she felt lousy and decided she’d better not go. Sasha didn’t want to go if Brandie wasn’t going, so from six of us heading up together it turned into me driving up by myself. I decided to head up Friday night, which meant getting home after work, finishing the packing and heading up I-25 as early as I could manage – it’s about a 4-hour drive door-to-door.
I managed to get out of here a bit before 8, what with packing and dinner and saying goodbye to the kids and Darlin’ K. If you’re wondering why I wasn’t already packed, Plan A had called for me to arrive at Brandie’s place late in the evening and drive up with her early Saturday morning, plus, you know, think who’s blogging here. Procrastination a specialty. Anyway, that meant I would arrive a bit before midnight, and keep in mind I’d never been there before and had never met Carol Lee. As far as I knew, there was one person there that I had met before – Brandie’s housemate and old friend Harvest – and that was it. So I did sit out in front of the (dark) house, wondering how sure I was that it was the right house and maybe should I sleep in the car?
But I shook off the momentary vision of walking into the wrong house and getting shot, got out my flashlight, (dark, remember? Very Very Dark) and saw that there was a sheep carved into the front door. Good sign, I thought. The door was unlocked so I walked in and looked around. More dark, but there was a light on at the top of the stairs, so I went up there to see if maybe there were awake people around. No luck, but there were skeins of yarn hanging on the walls and spinning wheels everywhere, so I was pretty sure I was in the right house.
I couldn’t hear anyone stirring, and I didn’t want to wake anyone up, so I put my sleeping bag on the floor and sacked out there. (I didn’t use the couch because the kitties were on it. I’ve been a lifelong cat slave, so I automatically defer to them – just conditioned that way). I hoped I wouldn’t startle anyone too much in the morning.
About 5:30 a.m. Carol’s husband Carl got up to feed the wood stove and the cats, and after they’d been fed a couple of the kitties decided to come check me out. Churchill, who is a very large (not fat, he’s kind of rangy, but just tall and long – Carol says he’s part ocelot) came and sat on my chest and nudged my hands ’til I started petting him, and Jaygo the kitten came and curled up next to my head.
Carl saw the motion from my petting activities and came to investigate. He didn’t blink an eye – he just stood looking down at me and said “Well, you don’t have to sleep on the floor!” He directed me to a spare bed, I moved my stuff there and slept for another couple of hours. I love their house, but all I will say about it now is that it’s big, really comfortable, and sort of strange in a really good way that makes me feel oddly at home! And it has spare beds, books, spinning wheels, and fiber just everywhere. Plus a few looms and wood stoves.
Anyway, next morning I woke up to homemade biscuits and a big group of women sitting in the sun room knitting, eating, and talking about the day. The first day was all natural dyeing. Carol had five big dyepots (one big enough for me and a small child to fit into) all over the big fire ring in the back yard and five pots of different mordants going in the dye kitchen, which is a converted trailer behind her house. Hi it’s Lyda, here’s a link to a definition of “mordant” in case anyone (like me) has no idea what she’s talking about. Here are the dyepots -
I had brought various skeins of yarn, including some handspun alpaca from Techieangel, a bit of roving, a cream colored silk knit sweater that I had managed to get blue stains on, and several old pairs of cotton socks just for experimenting.
We used logwood, sage, pine bark, brazil wood, and aspen leaves. I got some incredible deep purples from the logwood and a lovely bright purple from the brazil wood with a chrome mordant. The aspen leaves gave me a soft green pair of socks and a harvest gold pair – same dyepot, different mordants. Here’s some of the stuff I dyed:
Sorry for the blurry photo, but you can see the color. That’s the silk sweater – now it’s a lovely mottled olive green and I can’t even remember where the stains were.
The second day we spent with commercial dyes and handpainting.
I did a bit of that, but I also spent some time weaving a shawl on a triangular shawl loom. It was a little tricky getting started, but fun, easy, and kind of meditative once I got going.
So there you go, all I need to do is add fringe. I’m thinking I’ll put beads on it.
On Carol’s website, it says of The Gathering, “Much talking,
story telling, and laughing are ongoing.” This is an exact description. The group was comfortably-sized, almost entirely women, joking and talking and spinning and knitting and crocheting and weaving and dyeing (lots of dyeing). Ages ranged from teens to (I think) seventies, with some skew toward over forty. A couple of women who were there for just Saturday called themselves “The Old Bats” and designated me an official Batlet, or “Old Bat in Training”.
I think I’ll add that to my resumé.
