I was listening last night to my favorite song on the "Rhythm, Country and Blues" album: "(Ain't It)Funny How Time Slips Away," written by Willie Nelson and recorded here by Al Green and Lyle Lovett. What a great version. It's got a real funky beat mixed with steel guitar, then Al and Lyle's easy-going, pleasant vocal interplay, with that final funny, bitter, almost-threatening twist at the end. I could play that song over and over, and did, last night.
Labels: music
If I still lived in LA, I'd be driving him from callback to shoot to audition to sessions all day. Thank god we're not, really.
Labels: solo parenting, son, work
I can feel stirrings of needing to be out in the dirt again, but I'm reluctant to start. Once things get underway, I constantly feel the pull to be working. Weeding, cutting back, replanting, vegetable plot preparation, setting up the greenhouse, hassling with irrigation, purchasing endless supplies, reseeding the lawn, composting, etc. etc.
I love it but it weighs on me. It's my puritan work ethic colliding with my basic indolence - true for every aspect of my life.
Very cool yarn (Noro Silk Garden).
Labels: knitting
From my office window, I've been watching the development across the street on the river. It's a big dusty pit right now, but surrounding it are still vestiges of natural landscape that are disappearing inexorably in Bend. This week I've been watching a herd of deer, a very big rabbit, hawks and geese on this little strip of land. Little do they know what's coming in the way of parking lots, office buildings, streets and "green space" to replace the green space they now inhabit.
Why does our town need more commercial space? There are newly-built empty buildings for lease all over this town, and especially near this little spot by the river. Why are we building more? The city seems hellbent to destroy the very thing that brought most of the folks (and the prosperity) here.
I know I'm singing that same old song, but today it's really disgusting me.
Labels: Bend, Central Oregon, pov, rant
Every C.O. blog is probably posting a similar thought today.
Labels: Bend, Central Oregon, garden, seasons
Sitting down yesterday to knit - something I actually rarely get to do. I took a deep breath and broke out my first skein of Noro Silk Garden - beautiful stuff. Several hours later I had about 5 x8 inches of a shaky but cool-looking piece.
Normally I'm a product knitter vs. process - I can't wait to get the darn thing done so I can give it or wear it. But this entrelac thing is more like working a fairly easy but satisfying puzzle.
A friend told me the other day that blogging is my new sudoku. I think entrelac may be as well. Though my sudoku addiction goes unabated.
Labels: knitting
Labels: Bend, Central Oregon, son
I have been messing with blogger.com (where my blog is hosted) for THREE hours this morning, as my blog wasn't showing up anymore. It appears to be a pretty glitchy program, but I finally got it to work by re-publishing, changing formats, going to the google apps server and messing with my DNS info, etc. Now I have to go back and add a bunch of widgets back in.
All I can say is that again, I learned more stuff. Who knew I'd be messing with HTML and DNS redirects three weeks ago? I guess that's what you have to do with computer/web work - sink endless hours into it until you've seen and figured out most of the problems.
Incredibly frustrating, though.
The only good thing is that my boy brought me some breakfast while I was at the computer. It was reheated tea and an undertoasted english muffin slathered in butter, but it was wonderful. Sometimes they can really surprise you, and in a good way.
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Labels: blog, pov, solo parenting, son
Well, the deal is done. AT&T has officially acquired our company and now . . . uh, nothing. Once again, we're in waiting mode. Business as usual! It will take as long as it takes. The place is abuzz, but with nothing to buzz about. I'm content to wait and see . . .Labels: work
We started some 1-2 session classes led by various talented members, and the first one was entrelac at my house. We'll be doing some sock seminars next.
(Again, if the phrase "sock seminars" sounds utterly Martian to you, just hang with me til I move on to another topic.)
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Labels: Bend, Central Oregon, Knit-Up, knitting
this is not my work, believe meThe Juniper sale goes through Saturday. I know I'm not the only one who's going back - it's calling to me, saying: "Addi turbos" and "handspun," as well as many many other sexy words. Just missed Cindy there, but probably a good thing, as we knitters tend to encourage each other in our stash acquisitions.
[Addi Turbos are the Porsches of the knitting needle world. So sleek and fast.]
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