True story: I had a really crazy dream this morning wherein I was hanging out with the Yarn Harlot and a bunch of other knitterly-type people (Hi Deb!) but instead of knitting, we were all sitting at a table, trying to put together this strange and extremely complicated wooden puzzle. We were having a great time, though. I would totally do that in real life.
Oh my goodness. Sometimes I really feel as though I am not interesting enough to keep up with this post a day thing. My life is so very ordinary. For example, I’m so bloody tired today, so much that I am starting to wonder if I’m ill or if it’s just the weather. (Did you know it is snowing here today? We’re expected to get at least a couple of inches, plus some ice too!) The fatigue is pretty bad, actually. I am tired at 9 pm in spite of a full 10 hours of sleep and I just can’t seem to shake it. (Although here I am, still up at 11 pm. …) Anyway, when this fatigue is wearing me down, every little thing takes an enormous effort and I end up just sitting still for most of the day. Which, honestly doesn’t make for very interesting blogging. I’m sorry, Dear Reader, I’m trying. Really I am. But I am too tired today to think of ways to make tales of going to the dentist followed by a trip to Trader Joe’s sound interesting. Have a nice night, Dear Reader. Maybe tomorrow will be more exciting/interesting.
So yup. It’s nearly 9 pm and there isn’t enough light left for a decent photo of the sleeve of my sweater. Which I totally have been working on, like ALL DAY. I swear. No, really.
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Ahem.
Hey, look what I found on the Internet today!
It’s the Vlogbrothers! They’re pretty fucking cool if you haven’t seen them yet. Hank’s explanation of the nuclear disaster in Japan is excellent.
Speaking of the nuclear disaster in Japan, XKCD has a really interesting info graphic up, although at least one person I showed it to today thought it was too complicated. She called it a tc;dl. Hrm.
My mother-in-law just emailed me this movie:
That little girl deserves an Oscar. She reminds me of one of my favorite Ray Bradbury stories, actually (spoilers at the link, fyi).
Lastly, try to forget the chilling Ray Bradbury tale and watch this, the cutest thing on the Internet FOREVER AND EVER:
As I type this I am sitting tacet at orchestra rehearsal, knitting and listening to the conductor rehearse everyone else in the Peer Gynt Suites (and trying to stay out of trouble; bored trombonists are often unintentionally disruptive to orchestra rehearsals). If I had a TARDIS I would go back in time and find out what exactly Grieg’s problem with trombones is. ALL THE OTHER BRASS sections actually play in this! I mean, what the hell Greig?!?!? Did some lady trombone player break your heart or something? Did a banker trombonist lose all your money in the stock market? Did a cattle rustling trombonist steal your cow? What is your problem with trombone players? Why single them out as the ONLY SECTION that doesn’t play? BLAAAAAARG!!! I’m coming for you Grieg. I’m going to to travel back in time and lose all your money in the stock market and then I’m going to steal your cow. RIGHT AFTER I BREAK YOUT HEART you trombone hating jerk wad. That’s right. I said it. Grieg is a jerk wad.
I admit that my regular routine gets a relatively late start around here. But, ordinarily, getting a load of laundry going by 11 am is no big deal in the grand scheme of things, because I can do the laundry at my leisure. Except today when, on the second load, the washing machine started making a strange noise and stopped agitating and stopped spinning and basically stopped doing anything except being an extremely large bucket. After calling for a repair appointment (which is a whole week away dammit), I packed up all the laundry in the house and the kids and myself and we headed out the door for the local suds n’ duds. It was about 130 by the time we got there and even though I was able to use as many washing machines and dryers as I needed, it was still 330 before we got out of there. And by the time I got home and put everything away (and folded the previous laundry loads I had done), it was 6 o’clock and I had no plan whatsoever for dinner. Laundry jacked my entire day. But, on the bright side, I did ALL THE LAUNDRY IN THE UNIVERSE today and shouldn’t have to even think about it again for a couple of days (at least). This frees up time for knitting, which is always a good thing.
I find myself peering at the
Profile picture you have posted
And comparing it
In my mind’s eye
To the one of us
In Yellowstone
So many years ago
Ball caps
Round pubescent faces
Hair sticking out in all directions
Could that be you?
One if my first friends
Lost but not forgotten
Found again on Facebook.
Good day: Overnight, I made broth from the carcass and bones of last night’s leftover turkey. I woke this morning to the most delicious aroma of rich turkey broth which I then made into an easy turkey-noodle soup for tonight’s dinner.
Bad day: We had the HVAC guy over to do our annual tune up of the heating system and while he was here I had him take a peek at our hot water heater (which has been seeping water for a little while). It turns out that the upper heating element is totally corroded and therefore the whole hot water heater must be replaced ASAP (as in tomorrow and there’s no hot water tonight) before a catastrophe occurs.
Good day: A hot water heater catastrophe has not occurred up to this point.
Bad day: Preventing a future hot water heater catastrophe costs a lot of money.
Good day: While we don’t have the cash on hand in the form of savings, cash can be gotten relatively easily in the form of credit.
Bad day: This means more debt. :-(
Good day: The turkey soup was awesome.
Cross posted from Fat Sisters because I am a lazy fatty fat. ;-)
Getting in some exercise doesn’t have to be the torturous chore it so often is (for me anyway). We have had an inordinate amount of snow around these here parts so these two Fat Sisters went out this weekend and hit the local sledding hill.
When we were done sledding, we had a vigorous snowball fight. It was truly joyful movement and a good time was had by all. Anyone else out there having fun in the snow?
*the title of this post is a phrase that was uttered a few months ago on a Two Whole Cakes Fatcast by Lesley Kinzel as she described her idea of a perfect Fat Camp. Sounds pretty good to me too.
It looks like it will be a shitty end to an already shitty day, so I don’t actually have much to say to the blog tonight. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day and I’ll have more to share. See you then.
So, my uncle, the younger of my father’s two brothers, died on Friday. Honestly, sadly, I’m not much affected by it; I barely knew him. I know that eight of my forty-five cousins are his children, and my heart hurts for them, but I can’t even remember the last time I saw him or anyone his family. I’m certain I was a young child, perhaps even as young as Isaac. I guess, for reasons I am only vaguely aware of, my dad didn’t have much of a relationship with him. It’s a shame, really, but it makes me realize how very lucky I am that I have a totally awesome sister whom I love, who is in my life, and whose company I enjoy very much.
Thanks mom and dad, for giving me such a great baby sister to love.
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