Archive for October, 2009

Tunnel Vision

It’s not that I am particularly obsessive; it’s just that I just can’t seem to think about anything else.

Weaving.  I wake up at night thinking about fibre combinations.  I make deals with myself:  “Empty the dishwasher and you can warp the loom for another project.”  “Put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and you can weave for an hour.”  I am sure that the novelty will wear off eventually and it will just become a part of what I like to do, but in the meantime, am I ever producing a lot of scarves.

Yesterday’s production:


It’s AslanTrends Santa Fe sock yarn with DROPS Lin. Hopefully it will soften up with washing- it’s a little, shall we say, crisp for a scarf now.



Attie is already getting bored with the whole thing.   Too bad; it’s not like her schedule was full anyways.

And in the “Nothing says happy birthday like shredded cheddar on your dog kibble” department, Wallace turned 6 yesterday.  We’re expecting maturity and the cessation of barking that comes with it any day now.


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I was so happy that I got back from holidays in time to head on over to Prairie Lily last week.  Charlene was having her big fall sale, and it was a gooder!  I met Terri for tea and goodies (packed my own picnic- I told Charlene if I’m going to be entertaining at her store, the least I could do is bring the fixings.  That and enough coffee to offset at least part of what I have consumed there over the years.) and we did a little visiting and a little shopping.





It’s funny how you look at fibre differently depending on what you plan to do with it.  Right now I seem to be a little obsessed with Simon Baker weaving, so every choice seems to be a function of that.   Along those lines, I got brave and tried to add a few floats to the most recent scarf.




I promised Mike I wouldn’t warp for the next scarf until I had our company books ready to go to the accountant for yearend, but I’m having trouble getting the stupid frickin’ files transferred to the thumb drive.  I really hate stupid Windows Vista, and the stupid accounting program I had to switch to because of stupid Vista, and the stupid computer (which I suspect is woefully under-memoried) and having stupid real life interfere with my fun.   At least I don’t have a spider crawling down my pants.

Is it happy hour yet?

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We watch a lot of television.  Since the acquisition of our PVR (or personal video recorder, for those who aren’t tech savvy (like me, before we got the PVR, and Andy and Mike made fun of me because I didn’t know what it was)) we have been much more selective about what we watch, and when.  While it’s handy to record shows and watch them at our leisure, it has also taken some of the fun out of viewing and turned it, on occasion, into more of a chore.

Take this week:  We were away last week, but the PVR has been programmed to record everything in our absence (it only stops when it’s full- like with twelve thousand hours of captured tripe).  Modern technology- who’d a thunk it?  So, we got home, and have spent every evening since “catching up”- like the world would cease to turn if we missed an episode of CSI.  (or Two and a Half Men, or Bones, or the Mentalist, blah blah blah.)  I enjoy most of these shows, but I  feel quite free to leave the room if I don’t want to watch.  One big attraction is that we can skip through the commercials, although a certain husband is not very quick with the remote, and quite often has to backtrack to where the actual show picks up (and how do I know what to buy if I can’t watch commercials?  Advertisers must hate PVR’s.).  Another advantage is that you can pause the TV any time, and until this week our favourite place to pause has been the Chuck Lorre vanity cards at the end of Two and a Half Men and my current favourite show, the Big Bang Theory.  These are the last screen of the show, and are only visible for one or two seconds.  I suspected for a long time that they were each different, so when we started pausing them long enough to read, we found that they are quite funny;  right up the twisted alleyways that are this family’s senses of humour.  Well, night before last the big light bulb went on over my head and I thought “I bet these are online.”  Sure enough, a quick check of  “Chuck Lorre” and I hit the motherlode.

This is the very first one Chuck shared with us, and there have literally been hundreds since:


Thank you for videotaping “Dharma & Greg” and freeze-framing on my vanity card. I’d like to take this opportunity to share with you some of my personal beliefs. I believe that everyone thinks they can write. This is not true. It is true, however, that everyone can direct. I believe that the Laws of Karma do not apply to show business, where good things happen to bad people on a fairly regular basis. I believe that what doesn’t kill us makes us bitter. I believe that the obsessive worship of movie, TV and sports figures is less likely to produce spiritual gain than praying to Thor. I believe that Larry was a vastly underrated Stooge, without whom Moe and Curly could not conform to the comedy law of three (thanks, Lee). I believe my kids are secretly proud of me. I believe that if you can’t find anything nice to say about people whom you’ve helped to make wildly successful and then they stabbed you in the back, then don’t say anything at all. I believe I have a great dog, maybe the greatest dog in the whole wide world, yes, he is! I believe that beer is a gateway drug that leads, inevitably, to vodka and somebody oughta do something about it. I believe that when ABC reads this, I’m gonna be in biiiig trouble. I believe that Tina Turner’s “River Deep, Mountain High”, is the greatest rock song ever recorded. Once again, thanks for watching “Dharma & Greg”. Please be sure to tune in again to this vanity card for more of my personal beliefs.

1st Aired: 24 Sept 2007

If you check any of these out, and find that they don’t make you at least smile, and then you think that “Judy has a really stupid sense of humour”, please keep it to yourself.  I like to live with the delusion that I am smart and funny, and that I appreciate funny, and I would be heartbroken to find out otherwise.  (You know when you hear that every family has a black sheep or strange person in it, and you examine your own family, and you can’t figure out who the black sheep or strange person is, and then you start wondering if it is, in fact you?  That’s where I sit.)

Anyways, I hope this brings a smile to your face, or at least a feeling of superiority.  Have a nice weekend.

Oh yeah.  I almost forgot.  I wove a scarf.scarf4.7

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There and back again

We had a lovely visit to San Francisco, although even with my physics prowess in high school, and a little geography thrown in, I cannot for the life of me figure out how everything is uphill there.  I mean, you go out for a little walk for ice cream and it’s uphill, okay.   Then you come out to walk back to the hotel, and it’s uphill.   I don’t know how that works, but the shinsplints were just as real as if I had imagined the whole issue.

A few highlights from the trip (which was just recreational; we couldn’t think of a single thing we did that we could legitimately write off as a business expense.)  included a performance of Wicked.  We splurged and sat in the tenth row right in the middle of the theater (the Orpheum, which is a very cool building).  I knew nothing about the show before we went, and Mike had to talk me into going.  It was fantastic!  The music is good, the staging was great, the acting/singing/dancing was marvellous, and one of the Oz citizens was wearing this green sparkly dress that I just wanted to snatch off her and take home with me (the dress, not the person).

We visited several museums- the SFMOMA was a little disappointing.  The building itself is pretty cool, but the exhibits left me a little cold.  Now, the de Young and the Palace of the Legion of Honor were fabulous, especially the latter.    Favourite things:  the de Young has a really great textile collection, and I found a pair of knitted stockings there that were so finely knit I could barely make out the stitches.  I tried to find a picture of them online, but so far no luck.  Also, there was a picture called Sunlight and Shadow by Albert Bierstadt that mesmerized me.  The whole Legion of Honour was just what I was looking for after the SFMOMA:  Large, quiet exhibition galleries, not many people, and those that were there were talking in hushed tones as befitted the old masters paintings and sculptures.  There was enough furniture to keep me happy, and paintings by artists whose names I recognized.  There was also a whole Impressionist gallery, which is probably my favourite genre.  Also the biggest collection of Rodin sculptures this side of wherever the biggest collection is- somewhere in France.

Mike and I got much use out of our transit passes.  We took the F-line almost to the end, and ended up in the Castro district (which to you less worldly folk is the GLBT-friendly neighborhood, although the whole city seems to be that way.  Castro is just moreso.)  which is home to Imagiknit.  What a great store!  There was a dog to keep Mike entertained, and two big rooms chock full of things to make me happy.  I bought Betty Linn Davenport’s Hands On Rigid Heddle Weaving, and a little fiber.   Some Misti Alpaca Pima Silk Hand Paint which has already become


There also was a little Mirasol hand dyed merino that jumped into my bag, but that doesn’t have a plan yet.  (The colour is fifth from the left.)

My stealth knitting is nearly done, having advanced during airport downtime and that rare opportunity called A Whole Row On The Airplane To Myself, aka elbow room.   I’m excited about it, but cannot post pictures because the recipient might check in here.  Rest assured, I am still knitting.  (as if anyone cares.) (except people who do.)

We got home to snow and sub-zero temperatures (or sub 32 if you’re from stateside).  It’s supposed to warm up this weekend, which is good because we need to get the underground sprinklers blown out before a really hard frost so the lines don’t rupture and cause all kinds of issues in the spring.  I should also dig up my pathetic flower bed (which featured volunteer snapdragons from last year.  I planted nothing this year; not a single thing)  and put away the patio furniture.  All this while my brain is in overdrive with weaving ideas.  The icing on the cake is the big sale on now at Prairie Lily, so I’m trying to plan a little purchasing for tomorrow when I meet Terri there.   All this activity and planning has made me hungry, so I think I have to go and eat lunch now.

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It’s Fleet Week here in San Francisco.  What does this mean to me, a Canadian?  This means that down on Fisherman’s Wharf, while the Navy recruiting booth was enticing potential recruits with their message of  “Defend the country- protect the environment”, the Blue Angels were screeching overhead using up as many carbon credits as Al Gore can buy in a year.  Go figure.

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