Still trying to produce bazaar stock. Can't. Stop. Knitting.
So I amuse myself with little knitting games, like trying to knit in a spiral. Here I've got three yarns going at once, chasing each other round and round. This way, the stripes join each other seamlessly. Helix knitting is old news, like all knitting is, but it's new to me.
It's finally getting colder. Crisp and sunny. I am praying all the ragweed disappears and leaves us breathing freely again.
Z asked if she could put her pants in the microwave, but as they have a metal zipper, I advised her to hang them over the space heater instead.
Z's Halloween candy lays on the living room floor, where I can just pick one up and eat it every time I pass by.
The Reeses cups got to me: a reaction not unlike a sunburn, in all the places on me where the sun has been. I even had swimsuit lines, and heat pouring out of my skin. Also there was no sleep to be had, because my brain was running high speed.
A consultation with someone who would know revealed that there is a big difference, healthwise, between good chocolate and this sort, especially for a woman of my particular age. I have overdone it and hurt myself.
I was told red wine does it too, but I knew that. Tell me, what is there to live for, without red wine and chocolate? Apparently quality is the key.
So I must banish the bad, tasty candy. -- P.S.: Artwork by Z
Mornings can be difficult. Z is waiting outside the house of a fellow walker, getting ready to go to school.
At least it's not threatening to be a dark walk anymore... perhaps in a month we'll notice the darkness again.
No school on Monday (teachers always get the day after Halloween off) so we made a visit to the pumpkin place.
We were each allowed to take home one of these little pumpkins. They were all out of big ones.
The rooster still predicts alien abductions in our futures.
The vortex still whirls inside the corn maze.
Tonight is one of Z's favorite nights! She has her costume ready -- designed by herself, sewn by Mom (and the thrift store). We'll have photos tomorrow.
Isn't it great that pumpkin carving tools have been invented? When I was Z's age, a very sharp knife was given to me, and I have renewed respect for my mother's ability to let go and let us learn.
We never cut ourselves seriously, fortunately.
...when one's laptop would rather be some hacker's zombie than a home computer.
Ours suffered being age 6, having no antivirus software, and me spilling a glass of water on the keyboard.
Or, as E says, him catching me spilling it.
Here was the myth we believed: email is virus checked by Google, we have two firewalls, and NEVER has a virus ever been found by any of the eight different varieties of antivirus software we've used over the 17 years we've lived with computers.
But guess what? AVG found a few trojan horses this week, and they were nasty. They did some damage.
SO... E got to do what he's been longing to do--cross fingers on the upcoming house sale and build his dream machine.
I'm making friends with the monitor.
Found a tick, first one this year. Dispensed the tick-fighting liquid onto the back of Fuzzy's neck.
Serious stuff, ticks and lime disease. Nonetheless, she's not pleased.
