Above is another photo from our California trip—Misty Rock2.
I have discovered Pod casts. Now, I understand they’ve been around for a while. Okay, when I first explored them with my spiffy new iPod (thanks Blake!), I found that the ones I tested out were utterly boring. I won’t name them, but I wondered why anyone would bother wasting time and energy and money on blathering to create a stultifying Pod cast. Needless to say, I didn’t save them.
But today I explored a wee bit further and discovered: Cast On! It’s Podcast from Wales, which in itself is totally cool, hosted by Brenda Dayne. Sure, it’s about knitting, but the gal do9ing the cast plays amazing underground tunes, includes some additional great writing by others, has several sheep sounds (always a pleasant addition), and, best of all, has a wicked sense of humor and irony. I’m hooked. Here’s the Web site: www.cast-on.com. And you can, of course, get the Podcast for free from the iTunes store.
So weird, but I still love listening to ‘60s and ‘70s music. Where are today’s Mamas and Papas, Cream, and Rotary Connection?
Just got my Publisher’s Weekly review for The Grief Shop (comes out Aug 29), and – boy – did it make my day. Several days, actually. It’s on my Web site, in case you want to check it out yourself.
Just got some brand new and spiffy buffalo fiber from Buffalo Gold. Oh, yum. The stuff is gorgeous, and I plan to knit up some mitts as soon as I finish my current progress. I've also just ordered some new yarn (baby alpaca and silk) from Liza Souza, the most divine spinner and dyer in the world. And, no, I do not exaggerate.
Ms. Gracie, the dog who can’t tell the difference between doggie toys and human ones (duct tape, chair legs, shoes, used underwear) has sinned. She was sitting beatifically on the floor as I went to take my shower this a.m. I sang, per usual. Today it was Les Miz, which is what perhaps drowned out Ms. Gracie's glee.
So anyhoo – out I come, sparkling fresh and happy with cleanliness, and what do I see? Ms. Grace looking utterly content, my latest knitting project disturbingly close to her mouth. Yes, she had been investigating.
Fortunately for her and for me, she ripped nada regarding the knitting. Since I’m knitting cables, that was a huge plus.) Ah, but my lovely number six bamboo needles? Three were fine, but one had suspicious-looking teeth marks on it.
Now, I could have chewed on that needle in my sleep. Anything is possible, right? But being the smart detective that I am, I knew, with great certainty, that Ms. Grace had defiled my needle!
Tonight, I test if the needle is still in working order, meaning that the yarn slips over it like oil on a baby's bum. I sure hope so.
Nonetheless, Ms. Grace is the cutest thing in the world. And, yes, I did scold her in a solemn voice, which made her quiver. I'm not sure if it was in fear or from laughter. I suspect the latter. But then I had to kiss her. I mean, c’mon, one cannot stay angry at a basset, particularly one as adorable as Ms. Gracie. It’s an impossibility.