Third Saturday of the month
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vanillafluffy Interesting couple of weeks...delivered flowers with GK last week. That made me a few bucks for the ASFS auction, which was last night. I spent a total of $7--got a few goodies: an insulted bag for shopping, a sequinned tube-top and a sweet little creamer/sugar bowl set. As usual, there were deeper pockets than mine, but that's okay. I got rid of at least twice as much stuff as I brought home, which is helpful.
Not sure if I've mentioned the bookcase situation...found a beauty a few weeks ago. It turned out to have five shelves to insert into it, but only enough pegs for four of them. No prob--I went to Walmart and got another set. Tried to put them in, and while I was trying to get the shelf set, two of the pegs fell out...which wouldn't be a problem, except that back of the bookcase gapped at the bottom, so now there are two keys lodged somewhere behind/beneath the seven-foot tall bookcase that's loaded with DVDs and stuff. My choices are, take everything off the bookcase and move it OR go get another set of pegs at Walmart. I am electing to do the latter.
Gudrun--I have decided that Swedish weaving is not for me. I love the look of it, but I simply haven't got the patience or the eyesight for it. Trying to sew on dark grey-black fabric was making me squint, and it took days just to do a couple rows. I sold it yesterday to another lady in the group--I got $20 for it, and considering it only cost $23 with shipping, I thing that was a not-too-expensive lesson. I may try it again later with the off-white fabric--much easier to see the threads! The weaving group is chill; I'm perfectly welcome to come and crochet and hang out. Likewise, LL, who is very skilled at crafting, has moved on to tatting, and is happily adding contrasting lace trim to a variety of tee shirts.
I'm working on an afghan, which is much more relaxing. It's easy to sit in front of the TV and pop out hexagons--I can do a couple-three every evening. My plan is to make a throw big enough to cover the ugly chair in the living room. The other day, I went out to the shed and single-handedly unearthed the storage bin of yarn I had out there, because I knew it was out there and I was running low on the colors I started with. Very little of what was out there is suitable for the afghan, but I certainly have plenty for other projects!
Decluttering in fits and starts. Got a wild hair the other night and let "The Unicorn" drone on in the background while I reconfigured the other bookcase in the living room. That whole corner needs to be taken in hand, but not until I've got the shelf in the new bookcase so I can get the pile of DVDs off the table (on loan from GK, although I've concluded that I need to acquire one of my own; it's much handier than the old breakfast bar that used to be there. That'll give me a place to set up my sewing machine, for one thing. Or pin and cut out patterns, or arrange afghan squares before joining them, or quilt blocks--you get the idea.
I also saw my bariatric counselor last week. We're very simpatico--she's a reader, so we always have something to talk about. She adored my new tee shirt--a Day of the Dead skull with the legend "Dead Pancreas Society"--which was a surprise gift from GK a few weeks ago. I told her I've been staying busy around the house as well as working out with hand-weights. She asked what had motivated me, and I told her I'm turning sixty this year; I'm beyond middle-age, so if I want to have a decent quality of life for my golden years, I figure I need to get my ass in gear and do it.
She was surprised--said she thought I was in my 40's. Bless you, darlin'! I wish I *felt* like I was in my 40's again! Part of it is the hair--it's short enough that the grey doesn't really show. Some of it is the luck of Scandinavian genetics--I've got good skin. And then there's some truth in the old adage "A woman has two choices as she ages--she can be thin or she can look good". I have minor wrinkles, and more chins than I'd like, but on the whole, I know people younger than me who don't look it, so...could be worse.
Writing...not a lot lately. I've got two largish things in the works. One's a Trixie (although technically it's more Three Investigators, I suppose), about 85% done, while the other is MCU circa 2050. (How would you like to have Bucky Barnes for your potential father-in-law?) that's maybe 40% complete and just getting traction. In addition, there's all the other stuff floating around in my head. I really need a telepathic typewriter, like in that Stephen Kind story!
Speaking of which, there's a guy named Joe Hill, who's Stephen King's son, who also writes really creepy shit--he's got a show on Netflix called "Locke and Key", which is weird AF...I'm working my way though that. I highly recommend it!
Otherwise, life goes on. I hope you're all well, and that the Corona Virus doesn't wipe us all out*. Love to all!
* Although I can think of a few people the world probably wouldn't miss too much.
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Not sure if I've mentioned the bookcase situation...found a beauty a few weeks ago. It turned out to have five shelves to insert into it, but only enough pegs for four of them. No prob--I went to Walmart and got another set. Tried to put them in, and while I was trying to get the shelf set, two of the pegs fell out...which wouldn't be a problem, except that back of the bookcase gapped at the bottom, so now there are two keys lodged somewhere behind/beneath the seven-foot tall bookcase that's loaded with DVDs and stuff. My choices are, take everything off the bookcase and move it OR go get another set of pegs at Walmart. I am electing to do the latter.
Gudrun--I have decided that Swedish weaving is not for me. I love the look of it, but I simply haven't got the patience or the eyesight for it. Trying to sew on dark grey-black fabric was making me squint, and it took days just to do a couple rows. I sold it yesterday to another lady in the group--I got $20 for it, and considering it only cost $23 with shipping, I thing that was a not-too-expensive lesson. I may try it again later with the off-white fabric--much easier to see the threads! The weaving group is chill; I'm perfectly welcome to come and crochet and hang out. Likewise, LL, who is very skilled at crafting, has moved on to tatting, and is happily adding contrasting lace trim to a variety of tee shirts.
I'm working on an afghan, which is much more relaxing. It's easy to sit in front of the TV and pop out hexagons--I can do a couple-three every evening. My plan is to make a throw big enough to cover the ugly chair in the living room. The other day, I went out to the shed and single-handedly unearthed the storage bin of yarn I had out there, because I knew it was out there and I was running low on the colors I started with. Very little of what was out there is suitable for the afghan, but I certainly have plenty for other projects!
Decluttering in fits and starts. Got a wild hair the other night and let "The Unicorn" drone on in the background while I reconfigured the other bookcase in the living room. That whole corner needs to be taken in hand, but not until I've got the shelf in the new bookcase so I can get the pile of DVDs off the table (on loan from GK, although I've concluded that I need to acquire one of my own; it's much handier than the old breakfast bar that used to be there. That'll give me a place to set up my sewing machine, for one thing. Or pin and cut out patterns, or arrange afghan squares before joining them, or quilt blocks--you get the idea.
I also saw my bariatric counselor last week. We're very simpatico--she's a reader, so we always have something to talk about. She adored my new tee shirt--a Day of the Dead skull with the legend "Dead Pancreas Society"--which was a surprise gift from GK a few weeks ago. I told her I've been staying busy around the house as well as working out with hand-weights. She asked what had motivated me, and I told her I'm turning sixty this year; I'm beyond middle-age, so if I want to have a decent quality of life for my golden years, I figure I need to get my ass in gear and do it.
She was surprised--said she thought I was in my 40's. Bless you, darlin'! I wish I *felt* like I was in my 40's again! Part of it is the hair--it's short enough that the grey doesn't really show. Some of it is the luck of Scandinavian genetics--I've got good skin. And then there's some truth in the old adage "A woman has two choices as she ages--she can be thin or she can look good". I have minor wrinkles, and more chins than I'd like, but on the whole, I know people younger than me who don't look it, so...could be worse.
Writing...not a lot lately. I've got two largish things in the works. One's a Trixie (although technically it's more Three Investigators, I suppose), about 85% done, while the other is MCU circa 2050. (How would you like to have Bucky Barnes for your potential father-in-law?) that's maybe 40% complete and just getting traction. In addition, there's all the other stuff floating around in my head. I really need a telepathic typewriter, like in that Stephen Kind story!
Speaking of which, there's a guy named Joe Hill, who's Stephen King's son, who also writes really creepy shit--he's got a show on Netflix called "Locke and Key", which is weird AF...I'm working my way though that. I highly recommend it!
Otherwise, life goes on. I hope you're all well, and that the Corona Virus doesn't wipe us all out*. Love to all!
* Although I can think of a few people the world probably wouldn't miss too much.
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