A few random things for a Wednesday

I am still in the doldrums.  But now it is worse.  I did finish the sleeve of the sweater I mentioned.  I would show you a picture but it is hard to take a picture of a half finished sweater that doesn’t end up looking like a picture of a dead body.  So never mind.  You will just have to trust me.  The problem now is I made some adjustments to the sleeves so they would actually fit without being painted on tight and now I have too many stitches for the prescribed decreases.  This means I have to do math.  And at the moment, I am really not in the mood.

The doldrums are worse now because I have added another project to the mix.



This is (part of) a sock.  Specifically this is part of a Pointelle sock from knit. sock. love. by Cookie A.  This is a book I should own, but I do not.  So I checked it out of the library to knit these socks.  The problem is, I still have about 20 rows of the leg to knit on this the first sock, and I can already tell they are going to be too small around for my big fat (kind people call them athletic) calves.  This is discouraging because I have so enjoyed knitting it.  Now I don’t know what to do and this is discouraging.  So discouraging in fact that I may have to start a third project just to keep my spirits up.

A Quandary

I am wracked with indecision.

The Formula One season has begun.  (I can hear my mom jumping for joy).  

The first race this season is in Melbourne, Australia.  This makes for some time zone gymnastics but thanks to the miraculous invention of the DVR it is not a big deal.

However I have a problem.  Because the race is in Australia, that means it is on my television starting at midnight.  Normally, I would just go to bed.  But tonight I am tempted to stay up. 

This temptation has been brought on by the fact that qualifying was rained out last night.  This doesn’t happen very often, but it does happen.  Do you know what this means?  It means they will have to run qualifying before the race starts.  So that will be on NBCSports (America’s new home of F1) starting at 11.  But if I stay up to watch qualifying, I will want to stay up for the race.  And if I stay up for the race I will be up until about 3am.  

I have to be at work at 7am so staying up until 3am is probably not a good idea.  But I am not sure I can resist.  Watch this space.






I just spent a few days (six of them actually) in Canada visiting Rick. It was a lovely trip.  But now I am home.  And now I have to unpack.

I hate unpacking.  Packing is kind of fun, in a stress-inducing kind of way.  Stress-inducing because you have to decide what outfits to bring with you.  I don’t know why I find this stressful because I wear the same things all the time.  But I do.  That is just the way I am.  I am a nervous traveller.

But there is nothing fun about unpacking.  I am always very tempted not to do it.  To just leave the clothes in my suitcase and take them out as I wear them. That way eventually all the clothes end up in the laundry (which I also hate putting away) and I have a nice empty suitcase, ready to put away all in just a few days (okay, maybe a week).

Am I the only person who does this?

The Perfect food day

Regular subscribers know that I have a not-so-secret love of junk food.  It’s true.  I would eat it all the time if I didn’t think it would kill me.  In fact, I plan to eat at McDonalds every day once I reach my 80th birthday.  I realize this may cut down on the number of years available to me, but my quality of life will be amazing.

Anyway, today was just about the perfect food day.  I was at my sister’s house in the Chicagoland Metropolitan Area this morning, so we went out for lunch.  And where did we go?  Portillos.  Home of the most delicious Italian Beef.  I hear they make a killer Chicago dog too, but I wouldn’t know because I only ever have the Italian Beef.  A 6-inch with sweet peppers, dipped.  It is so delicious.  I love it.  I have one every time I go home to Chicago.  Sometimes I have two or three.  But, this trip I only had time for one.  Tell me this doesn’t look amazing:

I didn’t think to take a picture of my lunch, which looked exactly like this.  But I found this photo here.

After lunch I went to O’Hare to pick up the Princess.  She had been on a Royal visit to see my brother in San Francisco.  We drove to Michigan straight from the airport.  And of course if you are driving to Michigan you have to stop at Redamak’s for dinner.  Did I mention it was in the Midwest Living Magazine list of top 25 burger joints?  And this is only correct.  I did take a picture of my dinner.  Here it is in all it’s glory

Yum.  And the Princess taught me something new.  Dipping your french fries in your chocolate shake.  It is delicious.  It has a kind of hot/cold, sweet/salty thing going on.  I love it.

Now if only I had thought to have Dunkin Donuts for breakfast I would have had the trifecta.  Oh well.  Another time.


Here’s a head scratcher for you.  I overheard this fragment of a conversation between Princess O and the C-man tonight.

C:  “If you use a monkey to kill someone it was the monkey who killed them not you.”

O:  “What if I use a dead monkey?”


I love my children. Thanks for sharing this T

Domestically Challenged

We’re going to see Rent this weekend.  The ticket lady looked at me when I exchanged tickets yesterday and said “two kids’ tickets?  For Rent? Are you sure?”

Yes, I’m sure, but just to be safe I told the kids this morning that it had some adult subject matter.  They were completely blase but also curious.

“There’s some sex in it and some of the characters are gay,” I told them.  They shrugged.  “Not a big deal.  I just don’t want you to be surprised.”

O explained to me–patiently–that they’d seen it all before and that her circle wasn’t hung up on sexual orientation.  Her latest fave band was her latest fave band, in large part, because the lead singer was comfortably out.

“Yeah,” said C.  “Everyone’s cool with gay people.”  And then he paused.  “Except Republicans.”

I have great faith in this generation.

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