when the oil delivery company screws up and doesn’t deliver the oil and when you no longer have heat or hot water in the house, and when the temperature inside is 52 degrees and you need to get clean before you go to work, simply fill four of your biggest pots with water and bring them to a boil on the stovetop. Carefully carry them into the bathroom and pour them into the tub. Add enough freezing cold water until the temperature is tolerable. This should be enough water for a bit of a quickie bath.  Move quickly and don’t linger.

***Do not remove your bathrobe until the water temperature is just right.

self portrait thursday 1.1.09 – happy new year!

Originally uploaded by gerrijo

I found a Far Side Reenactments group on Flickr. Check it out, it is hysterical.

damage your health, move mountains, build a bridge, break your heart, falter overnight, cannot mend an imperfect heart, be an addiction.

These are the Google search results for Love Can. I am surprised that so many negative ones came up on the first page – would have expected more bubble gum pop lyrics in the mix.

The point however is another one needs to be added. Love can …. inspire D#2 to pick up the needles!!! Here is a picture of her Thorpe hat knit for Boyfriend.

I taught both girls to knit when they were around five years old. And they both managed to churn out the occasional blanket for Barbie. D#2 flitted around the idea of whipping up some scarves for friends while she was in middle school, but nothing ever came of it.

Well, I am pleased to see that it really is like riding a bike —- check out the evenness of her stitches! Yes, I did help, but only a bit — I will take credit for the initial cast on and a few of the increases and also the entire crochet edge….. but other than that, it’s all D#2!  is it premature to say that a Knitter is Born?  should I send out announcements?

maybe I can get her to join Ravelry …….

and isn’t Boyfriend a cutie?

I think he needs another hat.

Dear Blog,

Could I get any lazier? I am typing this entry from my comfy chair in the den and surfing the internet on my TV. That’s right … my television.

Mr. Boar has worked some magic and has somehow hooked up the internet to the new television and bought me a wireless mouse and keyboard. This is complete, wireless decadence. I have been surfing the web all afternoon. I am so enthralled I even read my spam emails.

If I hooked up a catheter, I would never leave this chair.