Smatterings

  • enablers..all

    I got to the RISG meeting almost an hour late, intentionally.  C wanted to get brunch (go to the local diner for spinach omelettes and hash) at noon.  The meeting starts around 1pm and today it was picnic in the park for the meeting.  Everyone brings really good high carb stuff that I really should not eat and today one of the members had for warned us that she would be bringing a lot of fiber for her stash reduction sale.  I planned on missing these two parts of the meeting.  I packed a spindle, some fiber, and knitting, just in case.   RIGHT!  I got there, plopped the extra beach chair Cindy brought along for me down in the first available spot in the circle of enablers friends.  I start to chat.  I take out my spindle and start to spin.  This:

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    We talk.  Cindy passes around some fruit.  So far so good. Cindy asks me if I’ve looked behind my chair.  I turn around.  I buy this…

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    That’s 12 oz. of cormo, 2 lbs of a beautiful grey NZ roving, and 8 oz. of baby camel (crack).  Got it?  Yeah, I could have said "no".  For $32.00 ???

    I could see the black clouds and lightening over my hill as I drove home.  Not an omen, just the weather ridge that I happen to live on.  The sun was, and continued, shining very brightly everywhere, while it POURED through the sun, at my house.  I kept checking for rainbows…

    Oh yeah, Forgot to mention the bead shop.  Spell that sticker shock!  What the heck!

    2 responses to “enablers..all”

    1. What is it about roving that makes one want to dive in head first? I squeeze yarn, put it against my cheek to check for softness. But roving? I want to bathe in it.

    2. We were bad, Judy,huh….buying all that fiber 🙂 Tell all what baubles did you buy?

  • a little respite..

    Most of yesterday was spent trying to understand sound files, their differences and how to record.  Don’t ask, I have a lot to learn.  Kids just seem to know these things, me…?? Guess it’s that I’m not a kid anymore. 
    More time was spent on accessorizing Tivoli.  I don’t even know if it will be the right size.  I’ve got less than 3" done.. but a little play, a little respite from knitting and the news wasn’t a bad idea.

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    I made a few others.  They refused to focus in the bright lights of the camera this morning, so the heck with them.  ummm… nothings very bright this morning…  lots of rain.  Have a good weekend. 

    One response to “a little respite..”

    1. Such pretty bling!

  • on this morning..

    On this morning, of all mornings, the irony amazes me.  I woke again this morning early, not with the yipping  of the coyotes but with the song of birds.  Before I go on, do any of you remember Robert J. Lurtsema?  You probably won’t unless you lived in New England up until the late 1990s.  He was the host of an WGBH morning program called "morning Pro Musica’.  He influenced my mornings for more than 25 years…  I set my alarm clock to come on when he’d begin his program.  The first five minutes was always the same… FIVE FULL Minutes of wild bird calls.  This was my morning wake-up, a great (and peaceful) way to start the day.  At some point through the years, he told his listeners that the bird sounds had been live taped in an area in NW Rhode Island; an area I later moved to.  That was what I was listening to this morning, and thinking about the easy wake-up his program provided all those years.  No late breaking news, he’d read the news himself, sometimes so slowly and in such a gentle voice that you’d have to stop, just to catch the next word.  Then on to Bach, Mozart, string quartets and classical heaven.  I was thinking about the contrast between those gentle sounds and the way the alarm goes off now, the way the news is blared out, staccato beat, dum..da..da..dumm, da.. da..dum, dumm, as a preface.  I was wondering about TOO MUCH news, TOO MUCH information, and how is it being presented.  That’s just about when C yelled up the stairs that London subways had been bombed.  I can hear the way Robert J. would have told us, solemnly, quietly, respectfully.
    Just thinking…  my thoughts are there, here, hope all are safe.  As I look around blogland, friends are checking in.  Thanks.

    All your lovely enabling comments spurred me right along, and last night I started Tivoli.  Seems like a perfect project for some soothingly mindless stockinette.  There, avengers!!

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    Great for doing when I WANT to watch the movie.  We borrowed ‘A Home at the End of the World’ form the local library.  Good movie, lots of nostalgia, I’d give it a thumbs up. 

    0707052  and the accoutrement.. the ‘BLING’..  It’ll be finished before Tivoli!  😉

     

    8 responses to “on this morning..”

    1. My dad always started the day with Robert J. He was certainly an original. The only thing I hated about hearing those birds was it meant soon I had to get up and go to school!

    2. It’s so sad, so heart stoppingly sad.
      The birds accompany my mornings and it is my favorite sound.

    3. It’s so sad, so heart stoppingly sad.
      The birds accompany my mornings and it is my favorite sound.

    4. Yay! You started the Tivoli! And such gorgeous yarn. 😉

    5. I loved dear old Robert…he used to be on the radio while drove to work for some 25 years.Now terrorism wakes us from our fragmented slumber.

    6. Nice bling pix. I remember Robert. He was such a different presence on the airwaves. I do miss him.

    7. su

      I do indeed remember Robert J and miss his gentle vibe. Thanks for reminding me. su

    8. Kathy

      I enjoyed listening to Robert J. and his stentorian voice. I used to chuckle, though, when he would read the news. Sometimes I would turn the radio on to hear….nothing! He was big into pregnant pauses and there were lots of them when reading the news or announcing the music. I miss all those lovely bird calls and the pieces he would sign on and sign off with, I still remember. Whenever I hear certain pieces of Handel or Bach or Telemann, I always think of old Robert J. Now, it’s all news, all the time, and no way to get away from it.
      Lately, I listen to “Breakfast of Champions” on the MIT Radio station to get away from news.

Our lives are dyed the colors of our imagination.” ~ Marcus Aurelius

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