>foto fix

>Nothin’ much happening around the old homestead today.

I woke up feeling seedy and took half the day to get out of my jammies. The breakfast dishes haven’t been done, and I’m still ignoring the laundry successfully. If they ever make laundry avoidance an Olympic event, I’m sure to gold medal for Australia.

The one thing I DID have to do was to go across to feed PND and Brenda’s lot, so I took the camera with me for some updated puppy pics… this was easier said than done, cos Mama Misty is still very anxious and protective. Not that she’s growling or snapping at me, being a very sweet natured little thing, just wanting to lick any puppy I picked up. That and requiring lots of cuddles and pats… which I was happy to supply but I’ve only got the two hands.
Anyway this is #2 boy that I have been calling Bear
all together now … aawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Oakley wants you to know that he is strongly of the opinion that elderly cats who need their treats should not be ignored in favour of young whippersnapper puppies and has therefore taken the catering situation into his own paws:

>if you’re here for the knitting it’s at the end

>I’ve had May 29th circled on the calendar for weeks
D day
D for Doctor and the Dreaded Annual … ahem… consultation of a feminine nature that doesn’t involve getting one’s boobs mashed flat.
Yes, the other one.

normally routine if borderline unpleasant, so I wasn’t really prepared for the news that at some time in the not too distant future I’m likely to need surgery and also that my BP is once again somewhere up in the stratosphere.

So here I am with a wee little loaner BP monitor, dutifully monitoring for a week and then we’ll ‘discuss’ the results.

insert calming spinning pic:

Anyway after that little lot, I decided on some retail therapy and headed to Bendigo to buy cowboy boots [ which are on order from the states, 3 months delivery time and let me just say RoseRed m’dear? you are going to LOVE them ] to pick up some fabric from Honeysuckle Patchwork, take a cruise through Bendigo Woollen Mills – where for the first time EVER I bought precisely NOTHING – and some minor clothes shopping: two pairs of leggings, three baby doll dresses – one was only $6 – and a couple of long sleeved skivvyish things…
oh and the other reason for heading that way – to pick up a lampshade I’d ordered.
I inherited this particular standard lamp when mum passed away in 1994, had it in storage until I moved up here, and it’s taken me till now to find a shade I liked. No point in rushing things!

Timed the arrival back in Castlemaine to perfection for picking up the boy and home for a couple of hours worth of ignoring the state of the laundry.

After Dave headed off for his social group, I jumped back in the car and had dinner with Robyn and Martin. Then Rob and I went to singing practice for a couple of hours. A nice end to a day that could’ve started better.

and here’s the recent knitting that I’ve been promising photos of for at least the last week:
one of three identical short scarves – short versions of The Yarn Harlot’s celebrated One Row Handspun Scarf.
I had a 200 gram ball of BWM 50/50 wool angora that I’d dyed and I wanted three scarves for the aunts and my godmother, long enough to cross over in front and button close about the neck so I knitted for about 65 grams, cast off with buttonholes, and then did it again twice more. I need to decide on the buttons and actually sew the beggars on…here’s the different buttons I’m considering. Opinions?

a pair of teeny newborn track pants in Panda Soft Magnum [ DK/8 ply/sport, 3.5 and 4mm needles ] – still needs sewing up – ETA Patons [ Australia ] Book 6000 Quick and Easy baby Knits
and another EZ Surplice Baby Jacket in Sirdar Snuggly [ DK / 4mm needles ] which is actually finished – except for the buttons – but I haven’t uploaded a photo yet so you’ll have to make do with an in-progress for now :] Vogue Knitting International Spring 2007

and I gave this and matching bootees to my friend Karen’s new little grandson, Jeremy Thomas Cox. Somewhere there is a photo of it complete with its cute little green and white buttons. If I ever find it again, you’ll get to see it.
I think I may have reached my current tolerance for garter stitch.

>Don’t have a heart attack

>Yesterday started out as ” I’m stuck home and not at quilting because Dave has a day off and isn’t in a mood to go out” but as it turned out, that was meant to be.
Late morning I had a phone call from #1 son – who has been here precisely three times in three and a half years – to say he was working in Castlemaine and what time would I be picking up David? When he found out that we were at home for the day, he came and had lunch with us.
It wasn’t a very LONG visit because we discovered the hard way that his system seems to have become sensitised to cats – horrors – wheezing, spluttering and a nasty rash meant antihistamines and a race for the great outdoors. I’m not sure that was any better – goat hair!!!!!
anyway here’s both my boys
Stephen is one week into growing a beard and not at all sure if he’s going to keep it but I like it so far… granted he looks a bit grim here but I think it’s mainly due to the whole not-being-able-to-breathe thing.

and still speaking of my eldest:

This went home with him for Master Riley.

It’s a really simple ‘I-spy’ quilt – lots of things to talk about – made a few years ago and always intended for the first grandie. It’s sturdy, bright and hopefully my DDIL won’t be afraid to use this one.
Apparently she has said that she feels like the wedding quilt isn’t really theirs… that they are merely it’s custodians … and while it’s lovely that they appreciate it … well … bed quilts are meant to be used.

>still no knitting content part 2

>still playing catch up … we’re up to last Sunday now.
Don’t all start cheering at once.

David and I hopped in the car at about midday after a semi-leisurely start [ goats don’t know about weekend sleep-ins apparently ] and headed down towards Melbourne with a stop at MacDonald’s Calder Park on the way. I totally ignored all the healthy choices on the menu – like my usual turkey and cranberry deli roll – and went instead for a serving of fat-and-carbs with orange juice on the side. That counts as fruit, right?

Spent an hour or so with Nadie before leaving David and The Girl to an afternoon of DVDs while I headed back to Corrie and Ian’s for the trip BACK into Melbourne and a 5pm performance of a new opera – Through the Looking Glass – which was just as odd and incomprehensible as the Lewis Carroll book it wSas based on.
David Hobson and Suzanne Johnston – who was three years behind me at school – et al were all in fine voice and it suited their quirky personalities. Alice was sung by both an adult soprano and a trio of little girls who held their own against the adults incredibly well … but there was a slightly uncomfortable undertone at least for me.

I’ve not felt quite the same about Alice since reading that the very Reverend Charles Dodgson, aka Lewis Carroll, was besotted with taking photographs of half naked children and although I’ve never read that he behaved in a way that would land him on a child sex offenders list today, I do most certainly have a problem with any man who rhapsodises about the “exquisite beauty” of semi dressed kids and I have trouble reconciling his two personas… bleurckk!!!!

Notwithstanding all that, I had an interesting time and later a nice [vegan] dinner with Corrie and Ian before heading back to collect Dave, and then back AGAIN in the direction of Melbourne and then points north.
A good run, and after 2 hours on the road, we finally got home around 11pm and I think David was probably asleep within 5 minutes.

Repeating the teaser photo from yesterday:
that’s the program from Sunday on the left with a photo of the ‘real’ Alice, a flyer for August’s Elixir of Love which as you can see will also feature the lovely Mr Hobson AND a flyer for July’s Coronation of Poppea which I wasn’t going to see until Corrie’s friend Kay handed me her unable-to-be-used ticket. That’s Tiffany Speight on the Poppea flyer. She lives reasonably locally and although I’ve never met her, I do know her mum … who also knows Corrie’s friend Kay that gave me the ticket … who knows Jan, who knows Alice, frequent commenter on this blog. Alice and I will finally get to meet when she drives down to Ballarat next month for a concert where I will be sitting 3 rows in front and five to the side of her. Talk about six degrees of separation.

and btw don’t feel sorry for Kay – she’s missing a couple of operas here only because she’s spending July and August in Italy and then seeing the Ring Cycle in Bayreuth, Germany.

I’m going to gloss over Monday and Tuesday – dancing, more dancing, no quilt class and no dancing cos I felt like S**T – but I’m fine now – which means I’ll only be one day behind for tomorrow’s post.

>and still no knitting content – part one

>One of the major ironies of life in the Great Blogiverse is this:
that the number of blog-worthy things that happen in one’s life are in inverse proportion to the amount of time one has to blog about them

which both sucks and blows big time

yes folks, it’s been one of THOSE weeks – you know the ones – where I compose scintillating posts under the shower because that’s the only time I have to think stray thoughts and then can’t quite recapture the coruscating turn of phrase once I’m dried, dressed and seated before this dread machine.

so basically you’re getting “a little bit of what I did this weekend”

when I left you on Friday I was actually onto day 2 of a migraine – rather a minor one as such things go but still… something that feels like an ice pick through the temple is never pleasant.
Saturday dawned and with it and day 3 of the aforementioned which required that I hit the meds with a vengeance because friends Kath and John were coming for a visit from Sailor’s Falls [ slightly beyond Daylesford ]
They were bringing bread from Himalaya Bakery, I had promised soup.
Soup is good.
Soup is easy.
It was sort of tomatoey, garliccy, lentilish and heavy on the cauliflower.

I can’t quite remember the precise order of the afternoon but the Imagran worked, lunch was consumed, the bee-oo-t-i-ful book that bookbinder John had made and covered with the results of one of my silk paper classes was duly drooled over all goats in the vicinity were petted and admired , puppies were cuddled, horses patted, Kath got her crochet lesson,

and given that you have already seen John’s book and in the interest of equal opportunities for admiration, you may now have a closer look at Kath’s [knitted] shibori scarf.Kath and I both scored show quality chryssies from Brenda next door. It should surprise no one that most of mine were pink. Never EVER wear it, rarely decorate with it, but LOVE it in flowers. the dogs alas had to spend the afternoon inCARcerated and I’ll leave you with a teaser from Sunday because I’ve just realised it’s after 11pm and I should be thinking about bed.

>lead me not into temptation, I can find it all by myself

>I’m all for some of the Ten Commandments.
You really can’t argue with that whole “thou shalt not kill” deal.
Granted I’m not entirely sure where I stand on the graven images issue, and the sabbath is for sleeping in, if at all possible, but certainly I don’t usually have all that much trouble sticking with the tenth commandment. I’m not big with the coveting.
My neighbour’s wife is quite safe and so is his ass.
For which he is eternally grateful.

you can have your fancy-schmancy house or car, and I promise I won’t covet it, not even a little bit.

… but then Sheepie had to go and blog about this

and every covetous atom of my being began screaming it’s little atomic sized head off
want one right now

Sheepie – just so you know, you are a bad influence!

It arrived this week from a very nice little man in Texas
all mine

I’ve got the robe
the slippers
I’ve got the flannel jammies
three cats
so now all I need is the headband and the scary eyeliner

>another book meme

>I pinched this from Elspeth

Below are the top 106 books tagged “unread” in Librarything.

The rules:
Bold what you have read, italicize books you’ve started but couldn’t finish, underline those ones you read for school.

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna Karenina
Crime and Punishment
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion
Life of Pi : a novel
The Name of the Rose
Don Quixote
Moby Dick
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey
Pride and Prejudice
Jane Eyre
The Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies
War and Peace
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Iliad
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations
American Gods
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran : a memoir in books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Wicked : the life and times of the wicked witch of the West
The Canturbury Tales
The Historian : a novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Fountainhead
Foucault’s Pendulum
The Count of Monte Cristo
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible : a novel
Angels & Demons

The Inferno
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Urbervilles
Oliver Twist
Gulliver’s Travels
Les Misérables
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes : a memoir
The God of Small Things
A People’s History of the United States : 1492-present
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake : a novel
Collapse : how societies choose to fail or succeed
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame –
Freakonomics : a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
The Aeneid
Watership Down
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood
White Teeth
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers – does reading it in french count?

eta – some of the ones that I thought I had bolded hadn’t so I’ve redone them