Like The Queen
Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.


So sorry about all the health issues that have cropped up in the family this week. May they all clear up completely.

And hey, I may see you at the Celtic games, although I think I'm going on Sunday. (I'd rather go on Saturday -- that's when the big burly men are throwing trees while wearing kilts).

Love the pictures! ;-)

By Blogger Mary, at 12:21 PM  

Did I mention that I have a thing for big burly men? I think I'll be in heaven this weekend....

By Blogger Mary, at 3:04 PM  

Don't worry about the huge photos. I am just reveling that you are using your glorious new camera and we are reaping the benefits!!

By Blogger Carolyn, at 4:39 PM  

I LOVE the big photos!!! Don't change...hope all is well with your mom. I do know a great local gastro if you need one, Jane

By Blogger jane, at 6:45 AM  

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006  

Happy hump day. It’s truly a hump of a day for me too. I had the great pleasure of Tuesday, when M visited and I got to be a digital camera acolyte and a tour guide in the same day, and found exactly what to spend that $30 gift certificate on (oh really such a necklace and it’s begging for a turtle neck or an absolutely fabulous date dress with plunging neckline). I got to show off the absolutely fabulous knitting book collection in our public library and we had a fun lunch across the river in Warsaw. We took some 1980's knitting books from the collection and poured over them while we ate. It's such fun to share time with knitterly friends.

Later on, though, I took a call from my Dad, to hear that Mama is in the hospital. Something in the nature of Krohn’s Disease or maybe the real thing, they’re going to be testing away on her this week. She’s been pretty sick for a while so I’m glad she’s under a more eagle eye than home health. It’s a physical relief for Dad too, although I think he’s dreadfully lonely.

La de da. I don’t mean to drop into gloom and doom. Just a bit of a cataloging of stuff in the middle of the week. Like another funeral. And I need to call the dentist. My jaw is humming bad news into my ear. And BD has to see another dr. - about his kidneys. Hmm. Slip sliding downhill again.

So. Hmmm. I could wallow here if I kept at it so I think instead I’ll just think of today’s post as the trash can. Dump. There. Gone.

Because I think there are a whole lotta good things to suck into our orbit - like an invitation to a land conservation meeting tonight - where I’ll get to see L, who is visiting this month and whose schedule is about as wacky as mine. I might not have seen her at all - till after Christmas - but she’s coming to the meeting tonight too. And an invitation to join friends in Richmond for a combo of Celtic Games and Oktoberfest. We’ll hit to European countries in the same day! I’ve always wanted to go to those big CG’s in Richmond and just never gotten around to it.

Course, wouldn’t you know it? That is the same day that an incredible auction is taking place - where there will be hats and hat boxes to bid on - but which I will ask a friend to bid on for me, because I can’t find hat boxes anywhere and my poor hats sit on top of the wardrobe in white plastic garbage bags. Besides, who knows? I may even want some of the

And Saturday is when a writer’s group is hosting guest authors in exactly the opposite direction as the auction and the festivals and probably at exactly the same time.

This just goes to show you that our weeks are set up wrong. All these interesting things to do and only 2 days to do them in ... when our work load sits around forever and surely could be put off a little longer, no? So we can go play say, 3 or 4 days a week and deal with this OtherStuff (that pays for the play days, I know, I know) that isn’t going anywhere anyway?

Well, there. As you can see, I can find wry laughter pretty much anywhere. And I don’t mind real work either. Mine is pretty nice.

And one of the nicest things of all are the autumn colors. This is what I see every autumn evening when I come home.

And this is the sweet gum putting on it's regal cloak. Not much brilliant orangey yellow this year - but still richly pretty.

Sorry about the huge photos. I'll try to shrink them from now on.

posted by Bess | 11:30 AM