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Wild Alaskan Codpieces

Geekie Linkies

Here are some things I've seen on the web recently that I recommend to you:

So, go, click, read more, explore. Enjoy!

Pants Squee!

Woohoo! Three pairs of pants, three different styles, each one a full two sizes smaller than the last pair I bought:

Three zipped-up zippers! Three abilities to sit down while wearing them zipped! Three over-the-shoulder glances at a great-looking tush!

Muffin tops are "in" this year, right?

Pants Apprehension

Recently I found some unused shoes from Zappos that I'd intended to return last year... but Vijay had his heart attack and they were set aside, forgotten for a while. So I returned them, over a year later, and the wonderful people at Zappos still gave me store credit, hurray!

After much consideration I decided to use the credit for some much-needed pants. They're scheduled for delivery this afternoon, yay! I ordered two sizes smaller than usual, because I've been losing weight. Will they fit? Will they be comfy? Or will they be unzippable? THE SUSPENSE IS BUILDING!

What's Cooking at Aglarond

These are people who do not eat. The fridge was so full of leftovers this weekend, there seemed to be no point to cooking anything more! I finally had to send the rest of the delicious squash and lentil soup home with my mother. It was really, really tasty soup; there was just so much of it, and neither maiabee8 nor alataristarion generally take seconds of anything.

Although, to be fair, I have not been eating either. I saw my doctor yesterday, a checkback to see how I'm doing on the new arthritis med we started in August. "You've lost 16 pounds in the last 3 months!", he proclaimed. "It was all in the last month and a half", I told him. "It's called the Heartbreak Diet. Very effective, but I don't recommend it."

So, here's what's cooking here this week -- with what I'm actually cooking underlined, for my convenience:

Sunday: Graze on leftovers.
Monday: I went to play in a Magic draft with my other son-in-law, Adam, and just noshed on trail mix between rounds. Maia and Paul made brats-in-blankets and a big yummy salad. (I had leftover salad for lunch today.)
Tuesday: Tortilla soup (from mix) with added chicken, peas and carrots; re-crisped leftover roasted potatoes (perhaps with added onion?). (This will be only about a four servings of soup, I hope!)
Wednesday: Weekly gaming night at Aglarond; I'll be at my knit night and need to remember to eat something before I go.
Thursday: Big green salad; beef and broccoli pasta skillet (use a box of pasta, some hamburger from the freezer, broccoli ditto, an onion or two, and maybe the can of cream-of-broccoli-and-cheese soup... or maybe just deglaze the pan with a little wine and throw in a spoonful of ancho chili powder... hmmm....)
Friday: Need to check and see what the weekend plans are, TBD
Saturday: (But will most likely involve a round steak.)

Something Not About My Relationship Woes!

My fabulous daughter took me shopping today, to get a whole bunch of little things that will make me feel more comfortable: a detachable shower head, shelves for my room, a hook for my towel, that sort of thing.

And we got them all at a discount, because a sudden freak windstorm knocked out power to the store just as we were in the checkout line. Target gives good customer service -- as soon as the generators kicked in, while the cash registers were still rebooting, someone came around handing out discount coupons to everyone caught waiting in line.

I'm looking forward to getting my yarn in order and finishing up all the old projects, so I can start on some new ones. What do you think about this cool wolf hat? wolfhat_large
I think it needs two grey I-cords coming out the top, with white fluff balls on the end, for the wolves to play with...

And my mind is clicking with cool knitting ideas, inspired by this great article combining statistical analysis and handpainted yarn to created amazing designs using planned pooling.

Let's see, what else am I excited about? Programming! I have an opportunity to mess around with databases again! My cousin is involved with a small nonprofit that's migrating its donor and client databases to SalesForce. He doesn't have the time to figure SalesForce out, and the nonprofit doesn't have the money to pay for training. So I am figuring SalesForce out for him, and optimizing the database, and designing queries, and having a ball.

It feels very, very good to be back in the saddle again. Here, have some coding humor to celebrate with me!

So tired

Exhausted today. I hate surrealism.

Posted via m.livejournal.com.

Now had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer,
And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters.

Birds of passage sailed through the leaden air, from the ice-bound,
Desolate northern bays to the shores of tropical islands.
Harvests were gathered in; and wild with the winds of September
Wrestled the trees of the forest, as Jacob of old with the angel.

All the signs foretold a winter long and inclement.
Bees, with prophetic instinct of want, had hoarded their honey
Till the hives overflowed; and the Indian hunters asserted
Cold would the winter be, for thick was the fur of the foxes.

Such was the advent of autumn. Then followed that beautiful season,
Called by the pious Acadian peasants the Summer of All-Saints!
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new-created in all the freshness of childhood.
Peace seemed to reign upon earth, and the restless heart of the ocean
Was for a moment consoled. All sounds were in harmony blended.

Voices of children at play, the crowing of cocks in the farm-yards,
Whir of wings in the drowsy air, and the cooing of pigeons,
All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love, and the great sun
Looked with the eye of love through the golden vapors around him;
While arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet and yellow,
Bright with the sheen of the dew, each glittering tree of the forest
Flashed like the plane-tree the Persian adorned with mantles and jewels.

Now recommenced the reign of rest and affection and stillness.
Day with its burden and heat had departed, and twilight descending
Brought back the evening star to the sky, and the herds to the homestead.
Pawing the ground they came, and resting their necks on each other,
And with their nostrils distended inhaling the freshness of evening.
Foremost, bearing the bell, Evangeline's beautiful heifer,
Proud of her snow-white hide, and the ribbon that waved from her collar,
Quietly paced and slow, as if conscious of human affection.

Then came the shepherd back with his bleating flocks from the seaside,
Where was their favorite pasture. Behind them followed the watch-dog,
Patient, full of importance, and grand in the pride of his instinct,
Walking from side to side with a lordly air, and superbly
Waving his bushy tail, and urging forward the stragglers;
Regent of flocks was he when the shepherd slept; their protector,
When from the forest at night, through the starry silence, the wolves howled.

Late, with the rising moon, returned the wains from the marshes,
Laden with briny hay, that filled the air with its odor.
Cheerily neighed the steeds, with dew on their manes and their fetlocks,
While aloft on their shoulders the wooden and ponderous saddles,
Painted with brilliant dyes, and adorned with tassels of crimson,
Nodded in bright array, like hollyhocks heavy with blossoms.

Patiently stood the cows meanwhile, and yielded their udders
Unto the milkmaid's hand; whilst loud and in regular cadence
Into the sounding pails the foaming streamlets descended.
Lowing of cattle and peals of laughter were heard in the farm-yard,
Echoed back by the barns. Anon they sank into stillness;
Heavily closed, with a jarring sound, the valves of the barn-doors,
Rattled the wooden bars, and all for a season was silent.

Holiday Gift Plans

I have several WIPs -- Works In Progress. For the most part the actual knitting (the fun part) is complete; what remains to be done is the boring, picky finishing work. Seaming, weaving in the ends, picking out and redoing a bind-off that proved to be too tight... all boring, picky work that I could easily be distracting from.

Some of these have been sitting around waiting to be finished for a few years!

So I intend to do something about this and start finishing them up for holiday presents this year.

Anyone who doesn't get a knitted something-or-other will get baked goods.

If you are really really lucky, you might get a newly-finished knitted cap AND a plate of pumpkin cookies. Oooo! Ahhhh!
This description, from the poem "Evangeline", caught my eye. I thought it a fair description of bbwoof's expression of contentment in the picture below it, from the Queen's Croquet in June 2011:

"his face, like the face of the morning,
Gladdened the earth with its light"


I like thinking of him looking this way.

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