things I would have shown you today if I wasn’t too lazy to go and get the camera and take a picture:

1. my chipper/shredder — now that the leaves are falling, I am spending a lot of time with this beast.  I have a love/hate relationship with it — hate that I need it, but love that I have it.

2. cowl/scarf type thing I knit from a kit purchased at Rhinebeck.

since life here at purlingswine has been mostly devoted to yard work, I have little in the way of knitting fodder. 

Content yourselves with yet another funny email I received (thank God I have funny friends!):

THIS SHOULD END ALL 3 BEARS STORIES

Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the table, he  looks into his small bowl. It is empty. "Who’s been eating my porridge?", he squeaks.

Papa Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looksinto his big bowl, and it is also empty. "Who’s been eating my Porridge?", he roars.

Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, "For Pete’s sake, how many times do we have to go through this with you idiots?  It was Momma Bear who got up first. It was Momma Bear who woke up everyone in the house. It was Momma Bear who made the coffee. It was Momma Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away. It was Momma bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper. It was Momma Bear who set the damn table. It was Momma Bear who put the friggin cat out, cleaned the litter box, and
filled the cat’s water and food dishes. And, now that you’ve decided to drag your sorry bear-asses downstairs, and grace Momma Bear’s kitchen with your grumpy presence, listen good, cause I’m only going to say this one more time.

"I HAVEN’T MADE THE F—ING PORRIDGE YET!"