Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Save the Turkey!

Or the 'Truckeys,' if you've misspelled 'Turkey.' This is the second of Bennie's annual Save the Turkey shirts. She isn't vegetarian or vegan. She'll happily tuck into a fine hunk of bird like the rest of her godless meat-eating family. The shirt and its statement is just in honor of a bird that almost, almost became our national symbol. Could you imagine the turkey in place of the mighty eagle on the presidential seal? Just take a minute and mull that over . . .

Today, I'll be helping out at the 4th Grade class' Green Corn Festival. I get to make enough frozen corn for 20 people and serve it up. There's going to be turkey, too, I hear. After grub, we'll be engaging in Native American crafts. I wonder if we'll have to wrastle a deer for its hide and sinew. I think that would be more authentic than breaking out the naugahide and Elmer's.

Until then: Remember the Truckeys!

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Crankin' along

This Hedgerow sock pattern came from my Knitter's Review on-line newsletter. It's a nice pattern. It would be a nicer pattern if I'd remember what I'm doing in each row. Nothing worse than knitting amnesia. It's coming out nicely enough though and will be this year's warm socks to wear for winter.

In the studio, I've started on Bennies' Louet Sunset roving. I'm spinning it chunky because, thanks to finally understanding simple physics and wheel ratio, I can. I simply moved the drive belt in two places:

On the treadle wheel, I moved the drive belt to the largest groove. On the flyer, the belt was put on the smallest groove. A move never before performed in my spinning endeavors. This might just open up a whole new world for me . . . y'know, if you're into that sort of thing.

And I'm reading this again . . .

The last time I read this book was 1991 when I bought and inscribed it. It's a handy little reminder of the Tao. Simple, clear, fun, concise . . . and still an enigma ~ which is the nature of Tao. But I was disturbed by Benjamin Hoff's web site here where he spews vitriol about publishing companies he's been dealing with. I feel like asking, "Ben! Where's the Tao? Where's the 'moving upon the mighty shoulders of the River' analogy?" What gives?" I really feel like writing him a handwritten letter (anyone remember pens? paper? stamps?) about what this book does for me. It reminds me how simple life really is ~ as long as I remember to get out of my own way, of course. Next to that is Buddhism for Sheep by Chris Riddell and Louise Howard. (Nods to Ruth on that.) It's the extent of my philosophical reading these days.

Friday, November 16, 2007

What would make Grendl slap his Momma?

Tom reading Beowulf, that's what. Unbidden, unrequested, reading not even on the school's 9th Grade Required Reading list. It is one of the oldest known pieces of literature. Why the Brits would write about a Dane in Olde English is beyond me, but it's a hefty read and I'm damned proud to see Tom reading it.

This is, of course, hot on the heels of the movie trailer seen on TV lately . . .

I need to read it again myself. This translation by Seamus Heaney seems easy to read. The last time I read this book was when I was in 9th Grade. At least we can see the movie tonight. Better than Cliff Notes.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Busy-ness Around the House

As I was on a roll, I knitted two more hats for Liam and Fiona. I hope to get these dropped off sometime this week. Here they are in the sunroom for now.

But I think this is the cute parts of these hats: dyed mohair locks.

Meanwhile, in the Family Room, I've been working on this Hedgerow pattern sock from one of my knitting newsletters (again, the name escapes me).

In the studio . . . the Rambouillet which still haunts my work table.

And then Millie is waiting to work on this: Bennie's roving choice. She's thinking Hat for the spun yarn. I'm thinking that could work.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Dinner With "Jaws"

Sometimes we gather 'round the boob tube for our evening repast. Tom ordered a pizza for himself as he was not interested in eating what I was feeding the rest of the family: flounder stuffed with a crab stuffing. By the time I got dinner to the Round Table, it was decided that Jaws would be a fine view for the Dinner/Theater atmosphere. Okay. Fine. We're having fish ~ I guess that works. It's a theme.

When Capt. Quinn tosses Hooper a rope to pass his boarding test (for proper "sharkin'", YARR!), we're digging into the first servings. Ah! Flounder and onion rings! The lemon was tangy, the rings were round.

By the time we got to seconds, Brody makes mention of requiring a larger vessel with which to capture their quarry as he has seen the beast and thinks the craft they are in is grossly inadequate. Simply said ~ We need a bigger boat.

And now Brody watches on in mild amusement as Quinn and Hooper compare shark bites whilst the Great White circles said inadequate craft. Dinner time banter is coming to a head when Bennie asks Dad when we're going to the doctor tomorrow. Dirk answers with a puzzled look; Bennie continues the query with "for Ian's brain problem."

By the time dinner is cleared, Quinn asserts, time and again, that the Great White can't possibly go down with three barrels. For perhaps the five millionth time in my life, I watch the shark do precisely that. From that point on, it would only be a matter of time before the boat is eaten in half and then Jaws is finally blown up.

I forget how that all went. I pick up the latest small knitting project and lose myself. But the fish was good.