Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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The rain woke me up around 4 am, too! Doggone it, I thought it was supposed to help you sleep, but I had a hard time falling back to sleep after that, especially with the cats all spooked from the thunder. Not complaining, though - we need that rain.
Gosh, that's the most enthusiastic reception I've had in a long time. I hope you won't be disappointed to hear that I am not an Egyptian, only a transplanted Connecticut Yankee who is enjoying life in Alexandria.
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Hi Bess! Thanks for your comments on my blog, nice to know someone is still reading it! Whoa, wait, Cynthia from Egypt, are you the person reading my blog (Bossy Little Dog) from Egypt? That has blown my mind for months, if it's not you I want to know who it is! I also want to unmask the Maltese Reader, not to be confused with the Maltese Falcon. Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Monday, June 12, 2006 Woops. Blogger is poky again. I wonder if it’s worth it to even write a post. Well - nothing ventured ... First off - woowoo! Delighted to meet you Cynthia from Egypt!!!! How cool is that? Whenever I grouse about how awful this modern world is and oh it was so much better in the olden days (probably olden of say, about 1969) I need to remember how wonderful it is that I can reach out to someone in Egypt and she can reach back! And I adore all Jane Austen though P&P is my favorite and Northanger Abbey is my second fav. Thanks for posting. Thank you all for your comments. They’re always welcome; little gems I keep in my happiness box. It’s raining right now. Soft slow drizzly steady rain. I have kiddy tours at the library beginning at 9 so must leave an hour earlier than normal, and I’m wondering if the children will even come over, since they have to walk about a block to get here. But as the saying goes - rain before seven, quit by eleven, and by golly - it woke me at 4 a.m. (Fortunately, I went back to sleep) Yesterday BD and I took a long walk through White Oak Swamp. That’s about 35 acres we own across the tar road from home. It doesn’t even touch the farm. When Rennolds Quarters was broken up shortly after the turn of the (19th) century, most of the land around here was open and used as pasture or crop land. The only trees were in WOS - where it was too wet for man and beast. Only trees grew there with any reliability. It was thought that each purchaser ought to have some woodland, so the swamp was also divided into 4 chunks. We cut ours about 16 years ago and used that $ to finish the kitchen and have the house painted. BD planted it in cypress and ash - unlike the max profit tree farming norm: straight rows of loblolly pine. He’s cut paths all around the perimeter and walks them regularly, but they have always been way too brambly and thorny for me. The cool north wind and clear blue skies made long walks irresistible, yesterday, and when we came to the choosing point in the road where we could take Ray’s new road or go around WOS, something prompted me to chose the swamp route and how glad I am! Sixteen years has wrought a wonderful change. There is still some greenbriar but the maturing woods has shaded out all the blackberry and the shorter tree limbs have died and broken off, raising the leafy canopy well above even BD’s 6 foot head. This is a beautiful forest now - I didn’t get a single bloody scratch. The circuit around WOS is about one mile and this adds a wonderful new ramble to our walks. By the time we got home, though, we’d been slightly over 4 miles and my, was I beat! Spent the rest of the afternoon watching more Re-TV videos of Dragnet, so camp and so mesmerizing and again, such a time travel back to my youth! This was followed by 2 episodes of the Mary Tyler Moore show - which was a fav of mine in the olden days but is pretty boring now. I could get all political about why I don’t care for it as I did back then, but there isn’t time and besides, I’m almost never political. I never was - not back then and not now. I’m far too opinionated to go into that arena. I didn’t knit anything, but I did read S’s wonderful handouts about toe up socks and I did wind the Spirit Trail yarn - so I’m ready to get going. Spun a wee bit on Bella - still working on the Romeldale. The goal ... the great yearning desire - is to spin up all 4 bags of that before I start anything new, but the siren song of the Falkland Island Polwarth that wants to be a 4 ply haunts my dreams. Yikes! Look at the time. Off I go. posted by Bess | 7:43 AM |
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