I’m finally back into crochet again after not seriously touching it since April of 2016. By the way, do you say ‘two thousand and sixteen’ or ‘twenty sixteen?’ I say the latter. It just seems simpler, less syllables or something (and I’m all about saving syllables!).
This Log Cabin Retreat Throw is supposed to be different colors, but it’s been so long for me that I lost confidence in changing colors. For Pete’s sake, I forgot how to do a chain and had to look it up! 😲
This throw will go on the back of the couch when Mom and me move to a condo this spring. I tried (and failed) to do a snapshot of the pattern, but you can also find it in this book: Quick Crochet for the Home at Amazon for a wonderfully reasonable price.
Have a wonderful day!
We all know learning does not always come easily, in fact sometimes it’s at a high price. I’ve learned something in the past six months which has become my new mantra, and it goes like this: “I don’t need to explain myself.” Period. (Except probably to a boss, if I want to keep my job.) Now, I could think it’s a waste to learn something valuable in my early 50’s, but try to just look at it as added wisdom, and practice it. That’s the ticker. It’s one thing to know, and quite another to do.
Wow. I almost emotionally vomited all over this page. That was close.
Moving along, today is brought to you by the letter F. How about a lively night where you and your friends are locked in a room together and granted thrilling challenges of teamwork, brain power, and physical stamina – all competing for hidden clues each round to the spy’s identity. Your friends will have a great time with exciting rounds of digging up clues and challenges while they try to figure out who the spy is among them and why they were invited to this special dinner party.
Thanks for playing.
Hi. Hey there. *tap-tapping on the mike* Lou, is this thing on? Yeah? Okay, cool. That’s cool. So anyway, for those of you who don’t know me, I’m Chris, the owner and sometimes maintainer of this blog. I’m in the middle of changing the main content, but I can’t really figure out what I want to say with it from here on out. I just know I want to feel happier, more joyful and grateful about things in general. I think it has to start here *touches chest* and here *points to laptop, where blog appears on-screen*.
So anyway, I’m doing the April A-Z Blogging Challenge, but on my own. Mostly because I had signed up for the official A-Z Challenge–but I forgot. And kept forgetting. Which is not that difficult seeing as I take a medication whose larger side effect is upon short-term memory. I hope I don’t sound like I’m trying to make an excuse. If I do, I deeply apologize. I’m just trying to explain, that’s it. Now then, what was I explaining?
Well, if you haven’t already guessed or figured it out, my theme for this April is tabletop board games, specifically of the murder mystery variety, from A-Z. Or, if you want to get all technical about it, D-Z, except for Sundays, which is a day of rest. The murders will include many-varied kinds, and I hope you will be quite entertained. I’m not actually sure why I was drawn to this topic. I’ve played board games, yes, and I’ve been bored by games, but I’ve never played the murder mystery variety. Have you?
And also, can you please tell me what that is on the floor in front of the nurse in the picture of the box? Oh dear, so many prepositional phrases all in a row in one question. I’m freakishly filled with pride. Anyone? Anyone?
Welcome to the Murder Mystery world, a world like none other. You like murky goings-on, tolerably tangled twists, mystery, unclear urges, and substantial subterfuge? Now you’re than a mere passerby or a gossip monger–this time you’re leading the investigation! Set aside an evening, call up some friends, pass out the roles, and let the fun begin!
“In Detroit’s Brighton Hospital, a well-known and well-liked doctor has just been found dead. The staff and visitors present at the time of the murder gather, and the inevitable begins – find out who committed the evil deed before they can escape!”–BoardGameCity.com
Please be assured, the rest of these posts will not be nearly so late. In fact, I should be sleeping by now (usually in bed by 8:30; I’m an early riser). My intention was to have this posted before noon. Well, you know. Tomorrow will be a better day. Thanks, Lou. That’s a wrap.
Peace to you and yours,
The holidays are a weird time for lots of people. It can be fun and sentimental if we have family to count on.
But what if we don’t? What about those of us who are all alone, or estranged from family members? What if we’re homeless, and the best hope we can get tonight is shelter over our heads?
And don’t even get me started on expectations. We think we have the perfect Christmas in mind, but does it ever turn out that way?
This year, be happy for what you have, for where you are. Merry Christmas.
It’s ridiculous how nervous I was. It had been at least twenty years since I’d even touched a piano. It made the eight years of lessons and then some seem insignificant; the Excellent certificate I’d earned at a recital meaningless.
I arrived approximately 20 minutes early for the lesson, at Expressions Music Academy, smoking a cigarette of course. If I could have smoked two at a time, I would have done so. Then, since I was parked in front of a window, I became very self-conscious about the fact I was parked in front of a window, promptly put out the cigarette, and began to chew on my fingernails instead. I’m not even kidding.
At precisely 3:00 I went in, clutching my music, to introduce myself and say that I had an appointment with Vanessa when, lo and behold, Vanessa piped up behind me and introduced herself! She’s a very peppy Chinese woman (from China–very interesting story, she studied piano in Beijing!). We went into a room with a piano, thank God, where I told her I was terrified (my exact words), and how long it had been, that I wanted to learn two pieces for my mom’s 88th birthday on Oct. 17th. I don’t think I took a breath I was so anxious. She laughed and smiled and said she thought it was a wonderful present.
Then she wanted to take a look at the pieces, and after looking closely at the pieces, we decided it would be better to do just one (it was a longer piece, but easier, and really a lot prettier), that way I can focus and not be so scared and scattered. We chose Joy by George Winston.
The bad problem came when went to pay. See, I don’t have a credit card, or a checking account. I pay for everything with cash. I pay rent to my mom with cash, and if I need a check, I give her money, and she writes me a check. The office wouldn’t take my cash for two lessons in advance! I was like, “Okay, so you’re telling me I have $120.00 right here right now that you won’t take because you have some hang up about cash?!” They have you pay through your bank accounts or something which I totally don’t trust.
Eventually they took my money, but it’s the only time they will do that. Maybe if I need more lessons and I give my mom the money, they’ll accept her checks?
Arrivederci my friends!
I’m so sorry. I should have written this earlier today, but I kept trying to put a post together. It was actually last Thursday I went to the doctor with swollen glands on the right side of my neck. He said I have a virus, and asked if I’d been around any sick people lately. When I said I hadn’t, he said I could’ve gotten sick just standing in line at the grocery store or something.
Anyway, I’m on 2,000 mg of Keflex a day and it makes me really sleepy, plus I’m commanded to rest whenever I get tired. It’s weird, but no matter how many catnaps I take during the day, I still manage 8 hours of sleep at night!
I will do my best to get a post out tomorrow. It’s mental health month, for crying out loud!!