Friday, September 24, 2010

ode to the Craft Queen

Twice a month she steals me away to knitting club.  We trek over the river to a local bakery/coffeehouse and sit with the other ladies in our club, doing what women do best...DIALOGUE.

We sip our chai teas, eat our double decadent chocolate chip cookies, knit our socks, cowls, or scarves and solve all of our relationship issues.  We solve all of each others issues.  And then we solve all of the world's issues.

All in two hours.

We listen to each other.  We empathize with each other.  We laugh and sneeze and then laugh some more.  We then get up and get each other napkins (no tissues in our purses) to wipe our noses which have decided to started running because of the continuous sneezing and laughing.   And then we discover that no matter how crappy the week might have been,  no matter how utterly hopeless about a situation we might have felt before getting to club, when we leave, everything will be right with the world.  This is truly an amazing phenomenon.  This is why women need each other.  Why everyone needs a friend like Craft Queen.

If you don't have a friend like Craft Queen.  Maybe you seriously need to consider taking up knitting. Maybe if you do, you'll find your own Craft Queen.  And when you do, you'll know like me, how very lucky you are.


Tuesday, September 21, 2010

albino on the loose

When our family first moved to Pennsylvania from the Arizona desert, one of my first delights was watching the little squirrels scampering around trying to find their food.  I grew up in the mountains of AZ and we had squirrels all over the place, heck, I'd even ran over one on my way to school one day when I was about eighteen and had felt really remorseful that I might have taken out some little squirrel family's sole provider of winter acorns.

I don't think the desert has acorns.  Which would explain why for the three years we lived in the Phoenix metropolitan area, I didn't notice any squirrels.  Didn't even think about them at all actually, until we moved here.

Well, here is a little oddity that happened to be running around our neighborhood the other day, minding his own business.  This albino squirrel was such the sight, that my friend who happens to live right up the road from me, had to give me a call and tell me all about him.  Her sweet daughter was able to capture these shots.


Thursday, September 16, 2010


We have just purchased some mousetraps.  Our home was built in the 1930's and desperately needs to be repointed.  Fortunately, the little rodents haven't discovered our little abode as a refuge from the cold PA winters and so we have never needed to have one lose their head.  No.  These mousetraps are for another reason.  There is another little critter in our home that needs them.


I have to admit that I am not a very good "alpha" dog owner.  When we first adopted our little dog, my neighbor must have seen the worry in my eyes when I explained to her that we were having "readjustment issues".  She loaned me her book Cesar's Way: The Natural, Everyday Guide to Understanding and Correcting Common Dog Problems by Cesar Millan.  It was helpful.  He has the pet owner commit to taking their dog out each day for at least an hour for exercise.  I was really good about that for the first summer.  Now she is down to her morning half hour walk- and that is about all she gets.

Lately we've been finding dog hair on the couch.  Each night, we've been having to throw the guitar case up there in order to deter her from sneaking up for her nightly snooze. We've also had to put a multitude of other items on the other chairs in the living room to keep her from sleeping on them, too.  In frustration, Mr. Hero was talking to a dog loving coworker about the situation knowing that she would have some brilliantly tried and trusted wisdom that she could impart.  He wasn't disappointed.  Her suggestion?


 Since this coworker happened to grow up on a farm and is very handy with chopping off the heads off of gang raping roosters, I should not have been the least bit surprised that she would have mentioned this idea, which ultimately would cause our dog a painful surprise. Mr. Hero of course LOVED it and didn't give up on this suggestion for months.

Finally he had had enough of the whole guitar case placement routine and marched right on down to the Home Depot and bought a pack of twenty.  That very night, he strategically set up all the traps in their proper places on the couch and chairs and the little trash can under the computer desk that she likes to disobediently poke her head into.  With that done, we went to bed.

And slept peacefully through the night.

The next morning, we went down to check out the traps, and sure enough, not one of them had been set off.   I'm not sure if it was because she is smart enough to know that we are setting those up for her.  She did poke her nose up on the couch to see if something was there.  Could she smell them?  She knew something was up, because she wasn't taking the bate.

So each morning we've been having to set them off ourselves.  And our Superdog walks away...unscathed.  Probably secretly laughing inside at the stupidity of her owners.

Until last night.

I'd just finished putting the kids into bed and all was quiet in the house, when all of a sudden I heard, "SNAP!" and then the pitter patter of her little feet as she ran around downstairs in fright.

And that was it.
I knew that she had finally met her match... and with a chuckle, I drifted right back to sleep.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

thorpe for mr. tailor

He's had to wait the longest.
What's the old saying? " Good things come to those who wait? "

Thanks for your patience, kiddo.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

mr. cook's copy work

Mr. Cook is starting 3rd grade this year and so he has copy work about every day to help him with his writing and spelling skills.  The librarian recommended some poetry for us, one collection in particular entitled:  A Family of Poems,  My Favorite Poetry for Children by Caroline Kennedy. 

This one gave Mr. Cook a chuckle.

Ariel's Song
The Tempest V, i, 104-110

Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily:
  Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
  Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
                                   William Shakespeare

And we'd both like to know what a cowslip is... anyone?

Monday, September 13, 2010

away to NY we go...

Labor Day weekend found us up in Watkins Glen, NY.  The crew decided to have a camping trip at the local state park, famous for it's 19 different waterfalls.  Well, I discovered that this little town also has a fun yarn shop that we couldn't resist dropping in.  Here are some of the pics.

The shop not only has a cute store front, but offers very friendly, knowledgeable service.
This kind lady spun my shank of Araucania yarn in Ranco Multy into a pretty little ball for me.
(taken by Mr. Reporter)
Who can resist?  Yum.