Dear Diary, Not so much with the sunrise counting anymore.  The weather has been really really hot.  The stick-fighting got under way and I tried not to miss it all that much, and that seemed to work.  The heat probably helped convince me that abandoning my more martial hobby was a good idea, what with […]

We went to Tim’s on Sunday to eat Callinectes sapidus: beautiful swimmers.  That has to be one of the best summer rituals we Americans have come up with.  Water bugs taste gooooooood.  Old Bay tastes gooooood.  Drawn butter with lemon juice tastes goooooooood.  And then all of that together, with perhaps some beeeeer—mmmmmmmm.  Until it […]

Stitching stitching stitching.  I have to clothe the masses, and I have to do it right now.  My yearly sewing freak-out has been much delayed by the release of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.  I read it last Saturday and Sunday, and immediately felt compelled to read the rest of the series.  I’m finished […]

Just, hmmmph, damn I’m mad.  I need to cast on, join in a ring, and make a simple little strange hat for a strange head.  But I can’t seem to stop twisting the stitches.   A girl only has so much patience, hat.  Only so much patience. I will burn you, yarn.  I’ll do it–don’t tempt […]

Friday night, we got to see Old Crow Medicine Show and the Del McCoury Band and some other bands who are sure nice folks but not quite as good as Old Crow Medicine Show or the Del McCoury Band.  It was a good night.   I’ve been trying to see OCMS for years now.  I learned […]

During my trip to Maryland’s western shore, I learned that my friends and I can really go crazy with some glue and wire and pretty paper.  I did this on one cover: And this on the other: And then handed the book over to the masses of lasses, and picked up their books.  It was […]

Some things are lovely: And some things are charming: And some things are downright quizzical Until you figure out how to look at them and how they need changing. I felted the first knitting machine created swatch, and I fell in love with it.  It makes me think of this chunk of Patrick Kavanagh poetry: […]