"That's not writing - that's typing." --Truman Capote
We had a good Thanksgiving.
Some cats had some nice lounging
The meal seemed to go over well:
I made a particularly pretty pie:
And Mom indulged in the creation of a bunch of teeny sweaters – it was like a particularly cute obsession acted out in scraps of leftover sock yarn:
And finally, we’re currently sitting here deconstructing the performance art piece that is John hanging lights on the Christmas tree. It’s rather nice.
We’re doing Thanksgiving at our house this year – our usual routine is to go to my aunt’s, but she’s had an emergency in her family, so we dropped back, punted, and John’s brining a turkey this very minute.
As the household baker, I am in charge of pies. Mom and I powered through pumpkin and had the apple in the oven, when I came in to see Dash on the counter and this:
Dead. Cat. Walking.
You wouldn’t think he was evil, to look at him:
Anyway, there’s another pie in the oven. Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends, and happy Thursday to the rest of the world.
…if he were still alive, that is.
My friend KHM asked me to do a guest review over at her blog . Music is one of her passions and as she says, our tastes overlap to a frightening degree. Head on over if you’d be inclined to hear me bloviate about a recent album. (Warning: those who know me might be rather surprised.)
The Wall Street Journal is suddenly indulging in a fit of hand-wringing over privilege? Pardon me, I think my head just exploded.
*Voluntary blogger disclosure: I attended private schools from sixth grade on, and my best friend works for the institution in question.
A small PSA: if you have occasion to call chez Writingortyping, we may now be reached via our cell phones. Cell coverage in our area finally improved to the point where we could (and did) tell Verizon where to get off. Since it seemed our home phone number was primarily used by pollsters and alarming prerecorded messages that started, "Don’t be alarmed!" I can’t say I will miss being landlined.
If you don’t know our cell numbers and should, shoot me an e-mail or leave me a comment.
ETA: I also have a skype account for people who have that preference. If you want the connectivity info, same drill applies.
My Ravelry page has been rather a fly in amber over the last few months. Not much going on over there for me. Frankly, I’ve been pretty much just doing socks lately, and I mostly don’t document those – just pop ’em on my feet.
But I did pick up some Misti Alpaca handpainted sock yarn as a souvenir in Maine, and did up a Lace Ribbon scarf . I wanted a longer, skinny kind of scarf – multiple wraps ’round the neck, or a long, loose drape – so I took out two of the pattern repeats. It was perfect train knitting – quickly memorized, small, portable. Best of all, it’s not a sock, so it really wanted to be photographed:
Yes, it’s VERY long.
But very pretty. I think it’s a good’un, myself.
It seems that everyone is writing about that silly cat in Japan who dives headfirst into boxes.
Well, that’s about the level I’m working at this week, so enjoy:
After some recent whoops-a-daisy with the thermometer, we seem to have settled firmly into the cold:
A thin rime of ice in the old watering can – Rime of the Ancient Geranium, perhaps. In point of fact, the geraniums came in weeks ago, and are still behaving like overly-corseted Victorian ladies: weeping and sighing and coming close to fainting as they wonder how on Earth anyone would be so cruel as to haul them inside into the warm. Not known for their brains, geraniums. But pretty when they’re not turning yellow and fussing.
We have today off, in honor of veterans. John is running up and down ladders, in hopes of finishing the house project that Will Not End – repainting the master bath. We’ve been camped out in the guest bath for about a month now, and while I am grateful for the fact that we have a guest bath to camp in, I am well and truly ready for this project to be over. In a master stroke of poor planning, we had the main mirror in the master bath removed right before the busiest time at work for John – late summer. So even though we have been able to use the room until very recently, it’s been… challenging.
Such first-world problems I have. What a brat.
School colleagues are set to come over later today to finalize a project, so I must off. So odd to have this day in the middle of the week. But nice. Thank you, veterans.
This Jezebel post articulates some of the very thoughts I have had, not just since the election, but before.
Interesting.
The view off of our back deck this morning. Sometimes early rising is worth it.