Tuesday, February 27, 2007
I took a picture of Zaria this morning. The distortion is because I had to shoot through the window. I still hadn't shoveled the deck. She came to us from Oregon so the only weather she had experienced before coming here was rain. She's chewing her cud (is that what llamas do?) and completely is contented. I believe she's having Andean dreams.
Monday, February 26, 2007
I caught this picture of finches feeding in the front yard. There have to be at least a hundred of them. No wonder the thistle socks are empty tonight.
Speaking of tonight, I drove home through the worst snow conditions I have ever experienced. I just thought I'd take a picture of one of our llamas contentedly kushed in the snow but all I got was a picture of blowing snow. Buster is on the edge of our deck and, at this moment, those tracks are erased. We haven't had snow much all winter and now it's decided to fall all in one day.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
I might as well have had a bumper sticker that said "I brake for clouds" because that's what I did,multiple times. Every time I drove into another valley, I'd think, oh man, look at them now. Pull over, get out camera, shoot from car window.
Suddenly I realized that I had reached the clouds and was driving under them. Brake, grab camera, get out of car, shoot picture, see man in truck in driveway across road with tractor on trailer, wave, get back in car, go through gears to get to speed because car is coming and promise self not to stop anymore or risk being late for work. I'm bummed because my brand new camera, now two months old, needed to have the battery charged. But you can still see the lovely eastern Sierra clouds. The wind has blown hard all day and snow is forecasted for tomorrow, however, my head and knee have not confirmed that forecast. When I drove into the next valley, I realized that these clouds were the northern-most of Reno's cloud cover. Sometimes they will get a storm that will completely miss us - weird.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Meanwhile, the Foothill Fiber Guild is having a dye day on March 25th. Sara Lamb will be there and has promised to answer any questions we might have. Allison emailed to say that she would drive if I wanted to go. We both belong to this guild even though it's on the west side of the Sierras and we live on the east side,. It simply cannot snow that weekend! I'm really excited for this opportunity and am spinning up generic yarn to dye. I'd like to take some roving too, but will wait for the emailed supply list before I finalize my selection. And so I postpone my order of more dyes, yet again.
I was disappointed to realize that the fused glass class this Saturday is in conflict with our grandson Logan's sixth birthday and he would like us to buy him either clothes or books. It will be books. We gave him the first two dozen of the Magic Tree House series last year and they were a huge hit. That's my boy.
I don't know what I was thinking when I enrolled for this glass class. It's on the 24th. Logan was born on the 24th. He carefully printed the information on his own invitations. I'll cancel as soon as I get to work tomorrow. So, no Amy, no fused glass buttons for your birthday this year.
Friday, February 16, 2007
During my houseboundness, I found myself watching a lot of mindless TV and movies, thanks to the brainfog of Percocet. And in that mindless TV and movie watching, I was thankful to have yarns available for mindless knitting. I did finish these three bags
The body of the purple bag is rainbow dyed, not so you can notice, but it was supposed to be rainbow dyed with purple, pink and green. I dyed it with hot pour and didn’t wait long enough between pouring to get good color definition. The color variation is slight, but it looks pretty cool against the contrasting purple.
The biggest surprise was the connecting color on the bag going from purple to claret/merlot/whatever-red wine. That was the last of my very successful rainbow-dyed yarn that I did do the dyeing right. I actually waited in between pours and, boy, does it ever connect the two colors in the bag. When I do something like this, I get all excited and want to stay up all night and dye yarns and rovings. Thankfully I have a sane husband who brakes my insanity.
I get such a kick out of how each one of the bags turns out, because while I’m knitting, they look shapeless and ugy. It’s not until going through the several washing cycles that they look completed. And they don’t look like bags until they’re blocked. I’m starting to get the feel of how the different wools felt, and now I’m ready for a change. I’m finishing up knitting the wools that I have spun or dyed and am contemplating how to put different wools together to take advantage of their various rates of shrinkage.
I knitted this bag a while ago but just wasn't happy. I moved the button and changed the fastener from i-cord to crocheted band. I loved the button but it didn't show up well before. I'm taking another fused glass class next Saturday. My focus will be on buttons. I think glass buttons on the bags are oh-so-cool.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
I love you so much,
I’m knitting you a treasure.
I hope you enjoy it too.
It gives me lots of pleasure.
I knit it in the airport
I knit it in the car.
I knit it on my breaks at work.
I knit it in the bar.
Am I being obsessive
Have I gotten carried away?
Only when you receive this eight foot scarf,
Will you be able to say.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
This is Eddie. He is the first dog we got after we moved out here four years ago. In town, we had three large dogs, but within six months lost them all in a short succession of deaths. Ian was reeling from the loss of his companion of 16 years, a remarkable dog that loved him unconditionally when he was drinking and no one could stand to be around him. Ian wasn’t ready for another dog he said – no one could replace Bud. And I couldn’t argue that. This was a dog who came racing through the dog door when he heard the theme song to his favorite TV show – America’s Funniest Videos then would kneel in front of the TV to watch and comment on the whole show. The other two dogs were my running partners. It’s hard to start over – dogs are family.
One day Allison called me at work and said there was a terrific dog that needed a home. She wouldn’t call if he wouldn’t something special. At first Ian balked, but co-incidentally, that issue of Black Sheep Newsletter had two articles of incidences of people losing livestock to neighbor dogs. We had purchased our llamas and were boarding them with Toni in Chilcoot until Ian finished our fence. I was nervous. Ian reconsidered and agreed to the meet this dog of Allison’s where he was being kenneled. Eddie had Ian at hello – still has him.
Eddie had wandered into the ranch where Allison boarded their horses. She and her girls loved him. He went by the name of Lucky. The name reminded me of the joke about the three-legged dog who couldn’t see out of one eye. Ian and I are big fans of the black and white photographer, Edward Weston, and decided this dog needed a black and white name, hence Eddie.
Yesterday when Allison drove down our long driveway, Eddie was waiting for her at her driver’s door. After four years, he was thrilled to see her. Different truck, different smells, but he knew her just the same. How do dogs do that?! He loved all over her, but when Ian came home it was clear to me whose dog he is. It was hard to take the first step of starting over on our dog family, but Eddie is lucky and so are we.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
We've had moisture for three days now and I was thrilled to wake up this morning to see snow. It's been raining on top instead of snowing. Carolyn comes to the guild meetings from Truckee and reported that it was raining when she left home. It's not a good year for skiers. Lake Campbell continues to grow. That's as far as I got laying the stones before winter and other things set in. I'm glad to see that they work as I had hoped. Those things are heavy and it makes it tired just looking at them. Lifting them out of the truck is what ruptured the three disks in Ian's back. With that in mind, I drag them.
I finished two more hats so will get the hats sent off to the Brewery Arts Center when I go back to work on Wednesday. The post office is right on my way. It's the first time in my life that I have had a convenient post office.
They're been a great mindless project during my house arrest. Everything is green and purples and shades of. It's clearly time for me to buy more dyes, and after much deliberation, I've finally decided what I'm going to buy - more on that later.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
It rained last night here - finally. I was so excited to see a pool of water this morning that I ran, well hobbled, back into the house for my camera. The LadySmith Black Mombazu song, "Rain, rain, rain beautiful rain" keeps running through my head.
I rode into the CSSW guild meeting with Mim this morning. Our new meeting location at the South Valleys Library is absolutely perfect for our needs and central to the widespread geographic spread of our membership. We have to drive an hour, but many people do, and today 33 people did. It was great to see Wayne. He came with samples as he has just sheared and has 60 gorgeous fleeces. We don't get to see him much outside of the fair, so it was a treat. He told me that he lost three lambs in the freezing temperatures last month. One ewe lost both her babies. When he found her, she was frozen to the ground, one lamb dead and one partially born but dead. He had 15 lambs in his kitchen at one time. He said that when he was growing up, there was rule that if you came into the kitchen and found the oven door partially open - don't turn it on. He still uses it as his incubator. He was clearly sad about the loss of his lambs but happy that about his kitchen babies. Oh, he was able to save his ewe and she's fine now. Another treat, after running the Jimmy Beans store in Reno since its opening, Allison has retired and was with us today too. And more good news, it's raining again.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
I finished a couple more hats and have decided to do two more so I can send another half dozen to the
The sweater is an absolute disaster. I carefully blocked the pieces and sewed up the side seams. What I failed to do was wash my swatch or I would have calculated the measurements differently. The armholes that I carefully measured at nine inches are closer to a foot and the sleeves simply don’t fit. I’ve ripped them back and will knit them longer but I have a feeling the final sweater will fit Goliath. It’s a jacket so I was okay with loose – this is way beyond loose.
After the wasp incident, I went back upstairs and finally found his unrepentant self and sent him to reside in the septic tank. I can’t believe that six months before my 60th birthday, I who have never ever been stung by an flying insect in my life, get stung, not once but twice by the same miserable creature. I mean, what do wasps do anyway? They don’t make honey and as far as I can tell, they live to sting. Anyway, that run of luck is over.
If you haven't heard about Sock Porn, my daughter sent me this. The sock porn part is unfortunately at the end. http://www.zefrank.com/theshow/archives/2006/04/040306.html
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
I'm really bummed about the wasp. We had a horrible problem with them last fall and it looks like we're going to have a bad go of it again. I think it's time to call the exterminator.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
My foot on drugs.
I just read "Made in the Shade: Annals of Commerce" in the January 22nd New Yorker. It's about the Color Marketing Group and their role in forecasting color for industry in the next year and beyond. I learned that the screeching green that we've been seeing this year is Wasabi Green. Aren't you glad to know that? I first heard about it from Judith MacKenzie when she told us about the group in a dye session I took at the Black Sheep Gathering. I thought, "Nuh, uh - I'm not color suggestible." But when I finished the article and looked down at my gray sweatpants and navy blue T-shirt, one of my favorite color combos, I had to think twice.
I love all my Japanese plates - I'm not sure why I want to dress like one.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
1. I grew up on an organic farm in
2. My parents had me so late in life that was father was born in the 19th century.
3. My parents lived in
4. I was born in
5. My mother taught me to knit and the Red Cross taught her to knit as part of the war effort – the first world war.
6. My great grandmother hiked the Chilcoot Trail to the gold rush in
7. The gold bracelet I wear comes from a single nugget she was given for bringing good luck to her outfit.
8. My mother wore the bracelet until she gave it to me when I got to high school.
9. It doesn’t come off any more so I am always wanded at airports as a potential terrorist – me and the other old folks with implants and plates.
10. When I was nine, we moved into the little house my father built out of scrap lumber.
11. My parents got our C of O before the house was finished.
12. For the first year we heated water on the stove and took baths in a galvanized tub in the kitchen.
13. We had an outhouse – it was painted green to match the trim on our white house.
14. My mother raised meat rabbits for money so she could stay at home with me.
15. I had to walk a mile to the school bus, uphill both ways – okay, just one way.
16. My mother played piano in church.
17. She gave me accordion lessons – gads.
18. I lived in the
19. My oldest son was born in the
20. Ian is my third husband and we celebrate our 10th anniversary in September.
21. We have seven children and seven grandchildren between us and they all like us.
22. I was a medical transcriber for two years, so I can type really fast and I can type what I hear.
23. My only brother is 23 years older than I am.
24. I fidget – when I was a kid, people used to say, “Can’t you just sit still?” and I would think, “Whaaa….?”
25. I was raised Protestant.
26. I am a confirmed Catholic.
27. I still eat the same as when I was growing up.
28. I am still the same weight and size as I was in high school.
29. Some of my clothes are really old.
30. So am I.
31. My favorite color is green but I’m starting to like purple.
32. I have always hated purple.
33. I have finally learned never to say never – or always.
34. I can’t bear to knit one single project at a time – minimum four.
35. I like to bead with seed beads.
36. I decided to learn to weave because my mother wanted to learn but couldn’t afford a loom.
37. I have two looms.
38. I don’t love to weave.
39. I will learn to love to weave.
40. I love to spin – spinning is my meditation.
41. I learned to sew in 4H which I couldn’t wait to join when I turned ten.
42. I am a good seamstress.
43. I don’t sew anymore.
44. I took cooking in 4H but it didn’t take to me.
45. My mother-in-law taught me to cook.
46. I am a very good cook.
47. I don’t like to cook - I don’t have or make the time.
48. My great grandmother, my grandmother and my mother were all professional cooks.
49. My mother and grandmother were able to work all through the depression as cooks at truck stops.
50. My daughter doesn’t cook either.
51. Both my boys are very capable cooks – the lineage switched gender.
52. My best friend is my husband.
53. He cooks.
54. We met through work.
55. We love to camp.
56. Our favorite campground is
57. I am allergic to sagebrush.
58. Our place is named Sage Creek Farm because that’s what is in our creek.
59. I take allergy shots for sage brush.
60. The hardest thing I have been through is my daughter losing a baby.
61. My daughter is my favorite woman on the planet.
62. Alexia, her daughter, is 2nd runner up.
63. I started running when I was 30 and continued for 25 years.
64. My furthest fun distance was half-marathon.
65. I ran in the Journal Jog as a bride, wearing a Laura Ashley dress.
66. I fell off of a mountain bike and couldn’t get my toe out of the toe clip.
67. I’ve only ridden a mountain bike once.
68. I was able to run after the first knee surgery but had to quit after the second one on
69. My running partners were my two dogs and after they died, I scattered their ashes under some willow trees on our favorite trail.
70. They pulled out the trees and paved the trail over after we moved out here – progress.
71. My grandmother taught me how to make custard and pie crust.
72. I am a good pie maker.
73. I like to make pies, any kind, including quiche and meat or tofu pies.
74. I love dark roast coffee, the darker, the better.
75. My favorite drink is India Pal Ale – I can’t drink just one.
76. I prefer red wine to white.
77. I drink a bottle of wine a month.
78. On the Myers-Briggs personality scale, I am an EFTP, which means I talk a lot and like to have a lot going on all at once.
79. I was a white blonde clear through high school. I once met an albino Mexican girl who looked just like me and my feelings were hurt because she wouldn’t talk to me.
80. I knit really fast.
81. I talk really fast.
82. I don’t drive fast.
83. I love to read.
84. I can’t enjoy the mystery genre, no matter how hard I try.
85. I am angry at our White House Administration.
86. I don’t trust the mainstream media and get my news from the Internet and NPR.
87. I worry that we won’t leave
88. I am a good sleeper – no insomnia here.
89. I was diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome in 1996.
90. I resent it but am glad to finally know what’s wrong.
91. I hated the high desert when I moved here, but after living in
92. I love the high desert.
93. My favorite season is autumn.
94. Spring is my second favorite season but it’s usually very short here. The high desert is spectacular in spring.
95. I am impatient and tend to follow directions after my first attempts fail.
96. I am trying to enjoy every age as I am in it. My mother lived to be 95, so I expect many stages and ages to come.
97. Ian says I “spread” but it’s important to have all my tools around me when I’m working. That’s why he insisted on a workroom for me when we had this house built.
98. We only fought over leaving a window open from my workroom to the great room – he was right.
99. I asked him what he wanted when we were planning the house – he said, “A view.” I’m glad I listened to him. He was right.
100. I don’t have to be right all the time, but I do like to be right.