Mac says

My days of struggling with Vista are over.  And none too soon.  (See high velocity trajectory of PC through glass window.)

I love this little guy.  (Wouldn’t Mac be a male?)  He’s fast and efficient and knows exactly what I’m telling him to do.  

There will be no comment on the Macbook user who could not figure out how to right click on a Mac for nearly two weeks, however.  (Please note I did figure it out, eventually.)

And the software.  Yum.  I got this totally free software called FreeMind that is stunning in that it maps out your thoughts in outline/bubble form. So it seems as though I make sense…at least on paper.  

(If I had the skills to show you a screenshot, I would.)  Maybe this will do, instead.  

Note that I have all the skills necessary to show you this utterly useless wonder. 

 

The garden is OUT OF CONTROL.

I need to find some stakes today, and get those tomato plants standing up, before they rot.  

The herbs are going wild, too.  

I’ve been spinning my favorite color of green.

 

And knitting a new Clapotis in Noro Silk Garden Lite.  

Quite inadvertently, the stitch markers match the yarn.

I am now a Reiki II practitioner, which is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.  The class was held last weekend — Friday evening, all day Saturday, and all day Sunday.  Reiki is something I can use both at work, and at home.  

Work.  Yeah.  Still the same.  The agency, and more specifically, the hospice, is undergoing multiple management changes all at once, so it’s not an especially peaceful time.  But this too shall pass.

The boyfriend is all moved in.  Things are going well.  We generally get along quite well. Sometimes he reminds me of my grandfather, though.  My grandpa used to yell from the living room, “Helen?  Where are you?” like he was some sort of lost lamb without her sitting next to him. The boyfriend does this, too.  This generally drives me insane, until I remember my grandfather, and then it seems like this is the natural order of things.  So I go with the flow.

In terms of animals, things are much the same.  Harrison P. Cat, Little Man, and That Goddamned Cat (synonyms for the same creature) is fine.  He is involved in the same activities as always.  

We had a couple of visitors a few weeks ago.  Both times we are woken up by soft flapping of leathery wings and the muffled ‘thump’ of body hitting wall, presumably while their radar system failed them.

They were both escorted outside peacefully.  But not before at least one photograph was taken.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I miss you…

Dear Blog,

I know you feel neglected and unloved.  The fact that I have caused you this pain hurts me greatly, too.

I have no excuses, other than life has gotten away from me.

1. The boyfriend is all moved back in.  Sometimes it’s hard to take time away from playing house with him to make time to blog. 
2. There was a little issue of a cancer scare in the family that had my mind occupied for several weeks.  Join me in screeching from the rooftops, would you?  ”Benign!  Benign!  BENIGN!!!!”
3. My internal furnace (hormones and hot flashes, oh my!) coupled with the humidity of summer in western New York make the fondling of wool rather unappealing.  Hence, there has been limited activity in the knitting/spinning departments.

However.  

I miss you.  I do.  

I’ll be back.  I’ll be better.  I promise.

Lame

While I’d like to be the type of blogger who posts regularly, so as not to disappoint the readership; I’m afraid I am quite lame in that department.

Though it could also be argued that one has to actually have a readership in order for anyone to be disappointed that there are no new posts.

So it’s the chicken vs. the egg, isn’t it?

I don’t post because I have no readers.  I have no readers because I don’t post.  

Whatever.  I have bigger fish to fry beyond overthinking this one.

Knitting Projects:

 

• Noro Silk Garden Lite Clapotis in blues and greens.
• Socks That Rock in Tinklit (a Raven colorway) socks.  Soon to be frogged, because I’ve proven to myself that I can indeed knit lace socks, and they are too big.
• Schaefer Laurel Clapotis in reds and greens.  

In the past few weeks I’ve planted a garden.  The tomato plants have grown twice their original size already.  

Tomatoes.  Such a shocking word.

We used to be afraid of terrorists.  Now we have been instructed to fear tomatoes.

It just never ends, does it.