Ahhhhh. This is the quiet time. Plenty of food and football. BIG newspaper filled with some news and LOTS of ads. Cold day. Actually, more crisp than cold. Pure bright sunshine through my south windows. Gorgeous day.
Tomorrow is back to work and the gym. And the end of any shopping that involves a mall until mid- to late-January. Way too crazy out there and certainly not meant for amateurs like me!
The year is drawing to a close. Amidst all the wildness of the material world, this is a time of reflection. A quiet time amidst the insanity. What happened this year? What will happen next year? Hmmm. Time will tell.
Congratulations to Kim for defending her dissertation so well on Wednesday. The whole thing will be done for her soon. Not much longer for me, either. Back to entering data. And maybe another forkful of rhubarb pie.
Happy Thanksgiving!
The traditional old wood structure that sits by every community ice rink. Battered green paint on the outside. Inside smells of wet wool too close to the heater. Kids everywhere. Little ones on double-bladed training skates. Older ones with hockey sticks or figure skates. Pairs of skaters, including Moms and Dads, skating hand-in-hand. with the required rowdy kids, playing crack-the-whip. A snapshot in time.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Flowers in November!
Even with our nights down in the teens, these violas (and dianthus) survived. I couldn't resist bringing them in. Such a wonderful present for my birthday weekend!
Monday, November 02, 2009
Happy Birthday, North Dakota!
November 2, 1889 North Dakota (and South Dakota) were admitted as the 39th and 40th of the United States. My grandpa Van was part of a homesteading family in what was to become South Dakota. Pretty hardy stock - those people who settled here. Hardy - or committed or stubborn or adventurous - or all of these attributes were required to live here. It's not an easy place even now. But the rewards are beyond measure.
This morning as I walked to work - crisp morning air - full moon still visible in the western sky - a honking V of geese flew over head into the rising sun. A spectacular place even within the confines of the 21st century.
Happy 120th birthday, North (and South) Dakota!
This morning as I walked to work - crisp morning air - full moon still visible in the western sky - a honking V of geese flew over head into the rising sun. A spectacular place even within the confines of the 21st century.
Happy 120th birthday, North (and South) Dakota!
Happy Birthday, North Dakota!
November 2, 1889 North Dakota (and South Dakota) were admitted as the 39th and 40th of the United States. My grandpa Van was part of a homesteading family in what was to become South Dakota. Pretty hardy stock - those people who settled here. Hardy - or committed or stubborn or adventurous - or all of these attributes were required to live here. It's not an easy place even now. But the rewards are beyond measure.
This morning as I walked to work - crisp morning air - full moon still visible in the western sky - a honking V of geese flew over head into the rising sun. A spectacular place even within the confines of the 21st century.
Happy 120th birthday, North (and South) Dakota!
This morning as I walked to work - crisp morning air - full moon still visible in the western sky - a honking V of geese flew over head into the rising sun. A spectacular place even within the confines of the 21st century.
Happy 120th birthday, North (and South) Dakota!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
First Frost of the Season - 09292009
First frost of the season. Covered the flowers last night, so I think they're okay. Too cold. Too soon. Did I mention that I HATE scratching frost/ice off car windows?????
BUT it's Homecoming week at UND - and next week is the Potato Bowl Parade and Game - so it's time. Fall is here. I can no longer say that the leaves are turning yellow and falling off because they're chlorotic. Nope. It's fall.
Wool. Mitts. Jackets. Scarves. It's fall!
BUT it's Homecoming week at UND - and next week is the Potato Bowl Parade and Game - so it's time. Fall is here. I can no longer say that the leaves are turning yellow and falling off because they're chlorotic. Nope. It's fall.
Wool. Mitts. Jackets. Scarves. It's fall!
Sunday, September 20, 2009
HatWars - first level
Here is my progress on the HatWars hat, first level. I'm doing "The Boy Hat" by Elizabeth Heath-Heckman. I'm at 6.5", which by my calculations means I can start the decreases. My victim's earlobe to earlobe measurement is 17". The pattern says to start the decrease at 2" from the top of the hat/head. So. Dividing that 17" in half (figuring just one side of the hat) equals 8.5" from the cast on to the crown (bind off). Since the decreases equal 2" of that total, I figure that the basic pattern should run 6.5". I hope that's right because I'm at 6.5" and I'm going to start decreasing!
My plan is to get this in the mail tomorrow (Monday) morning. Priority mail with confirmation. And then I'm going to come home and wait for my deadly package in the mail! Can't wait to see what yarn/pattern he/she chose for the weapon.
My plan is to get this in the mail tomorrow (Monday) morning. Priority mail with confirmation. And then I'm going to come home and wait for my deadly package in the mail! Can't wait to see what yarn/pattern he/she chose for the weapon.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Just a travelin' gal
Playing - and I saw this map app. I've been to more states than I thought.

visited 25 states (50%)
Create your own visited map of The United States or another interesting project
Day 12 of the creeping crud. On Friday the doc said I would be noticeably better by Monday and I didn't believe her. I couldn't believe her. I was way too stuffed up and coughie to believe her. But she was right. Today is Monday. I'm still a little croakie but I'm much better. The miracle cure? Water. and Time.
visited 25 states (50%)
Create your own visited map of The United States or another interesting project
Day 12 of the creeping crud. On Friday the doc said I would be noticeably better by Monday and I didn't believe her. I couldn't believe her. I was way too stuffed up and coughie to believe her. But she was right. Today is Monday. I'm still a little croakie but I'm much better. The miracle cure? Water. and Time.
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