Wish Y’all Were Here

It was a red flag day again Sunday on the beach – which means no swimming – but we still had a great time with the Knight’s brother and his family.  We walked the beach, collecting shells, laughing.  Sissy still doesn’t like the ocean, but we’ve decided the water is just too cold for her.  (I know it’s not a water problem because she got in the shower with me AFTER we came off the beach, but also wouldn’t let us hose her off with the rather cold water in the rinse-off stall…)

Sissy avoided the surf like a pro, but got caught off-guard a couple of times and got wet.  Even with my camera on “action” settings, I couldn’t capture a good photo of her in the ocean, so this is what you get. 

But thanks only to Jessi and her HTML tutorial.  Seems that OBX wireless takes me to a new page (not WINDOW!) for uploading, and that’s the problem.  Today, WordPress correctly says I have 97.3 or some such storage left, which is about right.  I think I was just REALLY confused and frustrated yesterday… And yes, I’m correct, because it won’t let me link to Jessi without the warning that we’re navigating to another page and all unsaved work will be lost.  I suspect this will be my last post until I get home and/or figure out what the problem is.  I’ve reset things to allow for pop-ups, so I’m not sure what the problem is… but I’m blaming the free OBX wireless, which insists on running banner ads above whatever I’m doing.

I just spent another five minutes messing with my settings and allowing all pop-ups, but nothing helps.  Strange.  Can’t even remember what I was going to tell you, so I think I’ll just add a few photos of Sunday’s beach time and wish you well until Friday morning, unless I really get the hang of this HTML stuff.  (And why did it work just fine for that first photo and the link to the Tale of the Whale?)




Picture This

Since we’re on the shore, I’d fly the house flag upside down because I’m in some serious distress here.  No, no, the Knight’s being a saint, and even tried to get Sissy to go outside with him to let me sleep in, but *MY GIRL* would have none of that.  Sissy’s being funny and cute, and calmer than I’d have thought for a dog who has lost her free to run about the woods liberties here in OBX. 

WordPress is the cause of my consternation.  Send help.  Seriously.  It says I’m all out of free photo storage, and wants what I consider an insane about money for a short-term (a few months) solution.  What’s a tech-idiot blogger to do? 

Without photos, I can tell you the weather took a turn for the beautiful.  All the seasonal places we can’t frequent as non-peak visitors are open, so that’s cool.  We’ve only had a problem with crowds at the pizza place that was the Knight’s first choice last night.  (Any OBX regulars have an awesome, year-round pizza shop to share?) 

We also have added The Tale of the Wale  to our musteattherewhileintown list.  Several regular visitors to these parts had recommended it, and we finally got there Saturday night.  The fried oysters were fresh and perfect.  The salads were great, and the dressings must have been homemade; my bleu cheese was the best I’ve ever had, and the Knight’s honey mustard was beyond compare too.  The bread was delightful too. 

There are great photos to share, so Sissy’s play date at the ocean will have to wait for a solution to my storage problem.  I sure hope y’all have some options.  I don’t mind paying for service, but it has to be reasonable.  Seems to impact my “categories” list too, for some reason.

Yes, we are!

Yep.  I know it’s supposed to rain virtually the whole time we’ll be at the beach, but we’re happy to be going, just the same.  I’ve said for years that a bad day at the beach is better than a good day at work.  I’m packing extra towels – mostly for Sissy, who doesn’t own a raincoat yet – and hats, and we’re going to have a good time.

We’re going to rest, read, sleep, knit, watch House Season 4 DVDs, walk on the beach, eat lots of seafood and probably catch up with some friends and family down there.  The Knight will do more of the sleeping, and I will be doing all the knitting, but we’ll still hear/see the waves crashing on the shore, and it will be warm enough to scrunch my toes in the sand most days.

I’ll blog when I can.  Keep your fingers crossed that the weather hasn’t knocked out the wireless connection.  If I remember my card reader, there will even be photos. 

Am I the last to discover the Twilight series, by Stephenie Meyer?  No, I won’t be reading it at the beach, but it will be at home waiting on me.  (Michelle!  I got the whole series with bonus points from a book club membership I keep meaning to cancel.)  It’s not my usual genre, but neither was Nora Roberts, and I’m enjoying her too.  I just like to read, period.  Generally, I prefer the stuff many of you were all but forced to read in literature classes, that and historical biographies, but these days, I need something less demanding of the two braincells I have on duty at any given time.

Knitting.  I lack one repeat (two rows) from finishing the body of my Blue Heaven sweater.  I hope to knock that out tonight, and start on a sleeve.  Then, most likely, before y’all head to work, school or whatever on Monday, I’ll have finished my first top down sweater!  I’m also tossing my travel sock aside in favor of the Chevron Scarf.  (Ravelry links, one and all.)  However, I plan to focus on Fredfoot for the bulk of this trip.  It will be one year on October 5th, and I want the shawl done by then.  I’ll take one more project with me, just in case I really do have some serious knitting mojo going on, but I don’t know what just yet.

What about you?  What do you have planned for the weekend and the upcoming week?

Secret Meme

Skip this post if you’re not up for a challenge.  Seriously.  Because if you see your name below and leave me a comment asking why, you’ve bought your way into this secret meme. 

I found my name on Grace’s post.  I’m rather curious by nature and actually like a meme every now and then, so I was in.  Now, I hesitated to post this just now, because especially with foul weather on the eastern seaboard, I don’t know when I’ll be back online again after tonight.  However, I also didn’t want to ignore this for any longer than I already have, so we’ll just have to hope that either you’re all curious quickly, and/or that we have a wireless connection at the beach.  Otherwise, be curious and patient, and I’ll get back to you with more information as soon as I can!

So, here are my answers to this secret, reverse meme.  (Y’all have to have your sense of humor in hand here…)

1. Stacey
2. Rosanne
3. Gnat
4. Dianne
5. Ann
6. Michelle
7. Grace
8. Anita
9. Jessi
10. Holly
11. ?
12. Claudia
13. Kathy
14. Lacey 
15. Pissy 
16. Ruth
17. Sissy
18. The Princess
19. Gaylen
20. ?
21. Nancy
22. Monica
23. Me!
24. You think I’d name ’em?! 
25. ?
26. The Knight
27. Mary
28. Amy
29. Greg House! 
30. Laugh!  I was in a zany mood when I filled this out…

It’s Not Me

Okay.  It’s not me.  I emailed myself my new WordPress password this morning, but couldn’t sign in this afternoon.  Anyone else having that problem?

Despite WordPress’s efforts to make me crazy, I’ve received a couple of very flattering awards today.  True to my norm, I’m not passing them on according to the rules.  There are so many blogs I love, so everyone deserves that one.  So many of you inspire me to be a better person, so if that shoe fits, pass it on, and keep up the good work.

Dawn honored me with this one.  Here are the rules as she posted them:

If you’ve already received the award, great! That means you really, really deserve it! And feel free to pass it on again!

1) Add the logo of the award to your blog
2) Add a link to the person who awarded it to you
3) Nominate at least 7 other blogs
4) Add links to those blogs on your blog
5) Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs!

Frankly, I think anyone who makes the effort to blog, who puts herself out there to share with the world deserves that award, so if you’re so inclined, consider yourself nominated!

“Com o Prêmio Dardos, se reconhecem os valores que cada blogueiro mostra cada dia em seu empenho por transmitir valores culturais, éticos, literários, pessoais etc. que, em suma, demonstram sua criatividade através do pensamento vivo que permanece intacto entre suas letras e suas palavras.“Este selo implica duas regras:a primeira, linkar o blog do qual recebeu o prêmio. A segunda – escolher blogs para entregar o prêmio.

“With the Premium Dardos, recognize the values that each blogger shows each day in commitment to transmit cultural values, ethical, literary, personal etc. that, in short, demonstrate their creativity by alive thinking that remains intact from their letters and words. ”

Kim honored me with this very special award.  It touches on several things that mean a lot to me, but it also recognizes that each blog, each blogger, is a treasure.  So, please help yourself and share the honors!

Thanks ladies.  When I first started this blog, I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to share much at all beyond knitting, but given my rather verbose nature, that didn’t last long.  Just know that I enjoy reading your blogs too!

Growling Dogs on Thursday

Stolen from Anita

Stolen from Anita

(One of many AWESOME photos Anita took of Sissy.  You’ll be seeing more of them, because each one is simply outstanding.)

Okay, so the dogs aren’t growling; I am.  I’ve had to reset my WordPress password TWICE this week.  It’s okay though; in 48 hours, we’ll be beach-bound!

Kathy sent this to me earlier this week, and I knew I wanted to share it.  There’s lots I could say, but I think I’ll just post it and let it speak for itself.

10 Commandments for Responsible Pet Ownership

1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be very painful.

2. Give me time to understand what you want from me.

3. Place your trust in me; it is crucial for my well-being.

4. Don’t be angry with me for long and don’t lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment. I have only you!

5. Talk to me even if I don’t understand your words. I understand your voice and when it’s speaking.

6. Be aware that however you treat me, I’ll never forget it.

7. Before you hit me, remember I have teeth that could easily crush the
bones in your hand, but I choose not to because I love you.

8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if
something might be bothering me. Perhaps I’m not getting the right food, I’ve been out in the sun too long; or my heart may be getting old and weak.

9. Take care of me when I get old. You too will grow old.

10. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, “I can’t bear to watch it” or, “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember I love you.

Don’t forget to check out all the Dogs on Thursday folks.  Happy  Little Friday!


I have a zillion old family photos that I’d share, if only I had a scanner that I could plug into any of the current computers.  Today’s “Celebration of Life” for Auntie was hands-down, the happiest funeral I’ve ever attended.  Oh, there were tears.  There were soiled linen and lace hankies, because Auntie’s mother inlaw taught her nearest and dearest that tissues were for colds and children, not for ladies out in public.  But all in all, I’m quite sure Auntie looked down from above and smiled.  We laughed, we hugged, we promised to stay in touch better now, because the family’s “linker” is gone. 

Her departed husband’s first cousin gave the homily/eulogy.  That’s significant, because Auntie’s inlaws are Catholic, and Auntie was Episcopalian.  The planets aligned and it was good.  The pastor of Auntie’s church?  His wife was born and raised in Auntie’s favorite beach spot, Pawleys Island.   The dear man even brought back a baggy full of sand from the beach this spring, and Auntie ran her fingers through the grit.  He said he watched the memories wash over her…

We reconnected.  We honored her, and we’ll continue to honor her by staying in touch as she would have wanted.

Believe it or not, there are more goodies for me photos to share.  And since Anita put a photo of us up on Ravelry, turnabout is fair play.  This was taken at the end of the day Saturday, but trust me, we gabbed the whole time, taking breaks only to sleep.  I’m quite certain that despite being raised to have better manners, I spoke with my mouth full more than once last weekend.  I’m smiling too hard for a good photo in just about all of ’em, but that just tells you that I had a blast!

But goodies.  We all like to windowshop on other blogs, right?  Well, here we go!

Anita gifted us each with a different set of stitch markers.  I should do a photo shoot with the assorted markers she’s made me, but today, these silly turtles get the nod.  While several of my girlfriends make neat stitch markers, I think Anita has a lock on CUTE.  If you haven’t been to her Etsy site, you don’t know what you’re missing!  (While you’re there, check out her tape measures, which are a special favorite of Sissy’s.)

Ruth brought me quite the package.  Isn’t this shawl lovely?  Be sure to note the green on the left.  Which side is the “right side”?  (Does it matter?)

She also gifted me some Pecan Tart tea and some rich, delicious chocolates.  (Do you say pee-KAN or puh-cahn? )  Thank you Ruth, for the gift of your time and the great conversation.

Sadly, I was so caught up in enjoying my visit, that even when Ruth snapped photos, I didn’t grab my camera and do the same.  So, you’ll have to wait until she blogs about our meet-up.  We had a very long, leisurely lunch at Michie Tavern, then parted ways briefly before heading to the downtown mall.  

We got lucky and made it in The Needle Lady just before closing.  I’ve been on a search for just the right yarn for a very special project, and I happened upon it there.  It’s Cascade Handpaints sock yarn, and had they had more of it, I’m pretty sure Ruth would have bought some too.  Ordinarily, I would have offered to let her have it, but this yarn really does have a mission.  The only hint I’ll give is that both the Knight and MJ agree the colorway is just perfect for the recipient.  Now, to find a pattern, a shawl pattern.  I have over 800 yards, but I’m not sure where this will fall into my queue.

Sissy and I got another care package yesterday too.  No, no, the emory board isn’t for Sissy!  There were some warm-weather Loopy Kisses for Sissy.  The Catalina Pouch is for me too, thanks to Nancy of Days Gone By.  Ever listen, or better yet read, the words to that song?  It was playing somewhere during our travels today, and it really got my attention.  Auntie lived life that way, and I aspire to too.

Yarn Collector’s Day Out

Okay, it was really Knitters Day Out, and the four of us made it a two-day affair, but that’s aside from the point.  I’m sure some of their group shots are better, but since my only gripe about this one is me, I’m sharing it!

From left to right, that’s Anita, Amanda, Michelle and yours truly.  We had a blast together.  Amanda I took different classes by Maragret Fisher.  Ironically,  the class I took will be offered  at one of my LYSs next month. 

In Seven Things that can Make or Break a Sweater, I learned that I was doing SSP incorrectly.  I also learned a new way to make a button hole.  That and more can be found in Ms. Fisher’s book by the same name


My afternoon class was on the Lily of the Valley lace pattern.  I took it to learn how to make nubbs.  The instructor also brought several different items made with said pattern, including some socks and varied shawl and scarf patterns.  She mentioned that nubbs are not the same as bobbles, but I wish she’d spoken more about Estonian lace in general.

Now, we’ll back-track and pick up with Friday’s adventures.  Anita and I won door prizes.  I put my card in the mail yesterday for the Wallaby and something about a dozen scarves.  (That’s a Ravelry link…)

We cruised the market Friday night, but I made all of my purchases on Saturday.  My apologies to the vendors, but I only remember buying the bright stuff from The Mannings.  (A separate field trip to their establishment is required, just as soon as I can bribe Anita to come north again!)

My first purchase was this happy Jojoland Melody.  (Remember when I hated purple?  Ha!)  I can’t wait to pick a pattern and cast on with this yarn.  I’d love to find a dress with these colors to wear for the funeral tomorrow…  I just can’t wear any of the trio of black and brown frocks I’ve worn all summer (and last winter) for funerals.

On about my fifth trip around the market, I found this Ty-Dy sock yarn.  SIGH!  I’m not sure I’ll make socks from it, but I’m always excited when a yarn I like shows up in a new size.  Sure it would make nice baby things, but I’m thinking more along the lines of giving this a whirl in something and then trying some of the shawl patterns that look great in self-striping yarns.

Finally, near the entrance/exit, I stumbled upon the one yarn I’d hoped to find, Panda Soy.  I’m quite certain this will be a shawl or scarf of some sort.  I’m not at all sure why I’m so crazy about soy, but I truly feel a void has been filled now that I’ve added this yarn to my collection.

There’s more to share, but this is getting long, so some other time, okay? 

I won’t be around tomorrow until late in the day, so I’m not sure when I’ll blog again.  It seems my announcement that we were returning to normal blogging was premature. 

Thanks for all of the condolences and support.  Please know too that I simply couldn’t catch up on all of my blog reading, but hopefully, I’ll start anew today and stay connected!

What Else?!

This was supposed to be a long, happy post about a great weekend.  Instead, I’ll mention briefly that Sissy and I abandoned Anita to rush to the emergency vet.  The Diva was attacked by a host of yellow jackets, but a shot of benedryl and a few hours later, and she’s fine.  While we were napping, the phone rang.  Auntie slipped into that good night earlier today.  She’s at peace, finally.


658. Prospice
Robert Browning (1812–1889)

FEAR death?—to feel the fog in my throat,
    The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote
    I am nearing the place,
The power of the night, the press of the storm,         5
    The post of the foe;
Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,
    Yet the strong man must go:
For the journey is done and the summit attained,
    And the barriers fall,         10
Though a battle’s to fight ere the guerdon be gained,
    The reward of it all.
I was ever a fighter, so—one fight more,
    The best and the last!
I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,         15
    And bade me creep past.
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers
    The heroes of old,
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life’s arrears
    Of pain, darkness and cold.         20
For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,
    The black minute’s at end,
And the elements’ rage, the fiend-voices that rave,
    Shall dwindle, shall blend,
Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain,         25
    Then a light, then thy breast,
O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,
    And with God be the rest!

She was a fighter, but this last fight was too much for her aged body. 

One of these days, my blog will be all sunshine and roses again.

On the Throne

Oh please, people.  No potty photos here.  Goodness.  We’ve always politely called it the library…

That’s the not so little princess on her throne.  More precisely, that’s Sissy attempting to assert herself, as she claims my spot on the sofa, after dragging the throw pillows and the blanket (yes Pissy, the ERVFC throw, but we got two with the intent that one would be used and abused) around, and even moving the sofa cushions to suit her.  After all of that, she refused to look at the camera.  Diva?

Happy Dogs on Thursday, little Friday and whoohooo, Anita will be here this evening!  There’s one other little bit of DoT business.

Sorry about the glare, but I wanted you to see the pawprint there in the bottom of the black marble.  You see, that’s Sissy’s seal of approval, which withstood Hanna’s downpours to the extent you see there.

I needed Sissy’s approval, because there was a problem with the stone.  I was almost physically ill when I got the box from our mail carrier, because I knew it was too small.  The Knight made a mistake, and offered to re-order.  I tried not to show HOW upset I was, and suggested we take it outside and look at it before ordering another one, because honestly, what do you do with a spare gravestone?

They’re the same types of stones, same dealer, but clearly, the sizes are very different.  That’s not what I’d envisioned, but it seemed foolhardy to order another.  So, we took it to the garden and I set it in place, and stepped back, trying to like it.  Sissy trotted by, and I asked her what she thought.  She made a wide circle around the garden, and then hopped up in the raised garden and pranced right across the spot you see above, leaving a muddy, gravelly paw print on the stone.  I’m sure she scratched it a tiny bit, but that little sign let me sigh, laugh and tell the Knight to let it be.

Chief Pissy stopped by later the same afternoon.  I say this with love, but the man has more than a few OCD issues.  He rather candidly informed the Knight that it was lovely… and what was the problem?  Mugsy was a smaller dog, so why wouldn’t his stone be smaller?  That soothed me enough that when the Knight’s buddy, normally a very practical, reasonable man, announced that the stones should match, I was able to shrug, and share Sissy’s seal of approval story.  He then agreed that if Sissy thought it was right, it must be.

There’s a little FO report to do too.  VERY little FO.  As in, smaller than I meant for it to be…

The KDO hat:

Pattern:  Hot Head from Stitch ‘n Bitch.  I used the small instructions on a smaller needle to make a small child’s hat, and boy, I sure got a SMALL hat.  I made a few changes.


  1. I knitted in the round.  Why seam when you don’t have to?
  2. I started the decreases after 26 rounds, in keeping with the pattern’s other attempts at sizing. 
  3. I didn’t change colors.  I just used a happy yarn.  I don’t know whether it is self-striping or just has really long variegated runs.

Yarn:  I’ve already confessed that I used Bernat Softee Chunky in the circus colorway.  I maintain that there’s nothing wrong with a no-extra care needed yarn, especially when you have no idea who will receive the hat.  (And yes, you DO see Missy Sissy running at full tilt!)

Needles :  An unknown brand of #8, 24-inch bamboo circs.

Verdict:  Meh.  I’m disgusted with how small it is, but it was a very quick knit and will do its job for some very small child. 

I don’t know when I’ll post again, but rest assured it will include photos and a full report on KDO. Tomorrow, I’m only coming in to do payroll, and then Anita and I will do a few things around town, then head north to meet up with Michelle and Amanda for dinner and some shopping at the KDO marketplace.  We’ll travel home Saturday night, and then Anita will continue southward on Sunday…

What’s up for your weekend?