I just checked the “Pending” link and found eleven comments there. About half were spam, but there were real comments in there, too, some dating back to September. Krissie and I will do better. (Krissie, when you come to stay, I will show you how to clear the pending file.) SORRY.
It’s Monday, I’m still energetic (though in a shitload of pain, but hey, chest la vie. Or Det er liv, in Danish, but I imagine there’s an idiom. I have been studying Danish for 307 days straight (I’m doing Duolingo and it keeps track – it’s a free app and has tons of languages if anyone’s interested). I’ve also finally been watching the Craftsy courses I bought – I particularly like one on using precuts of Jenny the owner of Missouri Quilt Co. or whatever it’s called. there’s another on creative quilting with a walking foot, plus several others. I’ve been bouncing around, watching a lesson here and a lesson there.
Which brings us to the point that learning new things, or refining old things, is fun, rewarding, and really good for your brain. Yeah, it takes time, though for me it’s just part of my nighttime ritual. Instead of surfing or playing solitaire (well, I do a little of that) I do my dansk (the Danes don’t capitalize much) and Craftsy. The only drawback is that I do Pinterest and other craft ideas (look at patterns, etc) and it gets me energized at 11 at night, when I need to be falling asleep.
I might humbly suggest that you guys might consider taking a class. If I lived in civilization I’d love to take a hands on sewing class, but at this point my main options are on-line. (Though I’ve love to learn excel and they do sometimes have courses on that. I imagine I could also learn that on line).
I’m also relearning the guitar and learning new songs. I used to play a lot when I was young … I mean, really a lot. Guys would always get me to sing with their bands or just with them, I wrote songs, sang at weddings and benefits, etc. Richie and I first met over music. I’m slowly getting my fingers toughened up and can even play my Martin D-35 (which is a really stellar acoustic guitar). I stopped playing in my early thirties as writing became more demanding, and there have been so many wonderful songs since then that I never learned to play. Fortunately I have a decent ear for figuring out what the chords are for various songs, so it’s been fun and satisfying. I’m even learning “Elle a les yeux revolver” which inspired Black Ice and the ice series, arguably my most popular books.
So guys … any of you play the guitar when you were younger? Do you still have it around? Failing that, ukulele’s are easy and fun. In fact, back in 1963 I taught myself guitar on my father’s baritone uke – the four strings are the same as the top four on a guitar. I learned “Blowin in the Wind” and “We Shall Overcome” in the key of A. Ah, youth. Kennedy was still president and I was a sophomore in high school.
I digress. If you’re musical, drag out your guitar or buy a ukulele. Singing is really good for you physically and spiritually – the breathing, etc.
And learn something. I want you guys to do some research and find a course/class you want to take in the new year. Fuck losing weight – it never works and in the beginning the main reward is vanity. Check your local colleges and community centers, etc. Check on-line – Craftsy and tons more. If you’re not into it, tant pis (don’t know a Danish equivalent) but I don’t care. Choose something, and report back.
On a mixed note. Speaking of music, Mel Tillis just died. I used to sing “Mental Revenge” – one of his songs. And I’m sorry, but I saw that Charles Manson had died and I cheered. I don’t know if I believe in evil – I tend to think it’s sickness instead – but if evil existed there was a lot concentrated in that pathetic creature. I hope next time around he can expiate his sins. (No, I don’t want him roasting in hell if I believed such a thing existed).
Enough wickedness on my part.In the meantime, happy Thanksgiving. Richie and I will do it alone again (alas), but we’ll have fun. I’m going to try a canola oil piecrust – my aunt Ailie use to make fabulous pie crusts with cooking oil, so I’ll see how I far.
What are you doing for Thanksgiving? I know, too many questions, but I’m curious.
Krissie is without internet for awhile so here’s your Monday post. What’s in your plans for this week, assuming you’re not in northeastern America and about to be hit with a major storm? I’m working on Nita and the house and hunkering down until tomorrow. The power will probably go out. It’s just one damn thing after another. But if that happens, at least I can do nothing . . .
Krissie has just pulled out of my driveway with a chunk of my yarn stash in the back of her car along with the shopping she did while she was here and her overnight bags (notice the plural) and her cooler and a lot of grapes and tonic water. She did not take Milton (although she tried).
So Krissie’s on the road for the next seven hours. I was up until four, so I need at least another hour of sleep and then it’s back to cleaning out the house and finishing Nita. What’s up for you? Continue reading
I’m going through my kitchen and figuring out what to keep and what must go and what I need to get. Yeah, there are some things I need. Mollie’s doing the same thing, so we’re swapping ideas which is always tricky for us because we are complete opposites. But there are some things we agree on, like tossing worn out cookie sheets (those things get used for everything) in favor of new, insulated ones, and–this one was surprising–heavy duty #20 cookie scoops. And of course some things we probably wouldn’t agree on, like the cherry measuring spoons I needed because my measuring spoons have had it and because they”ll look so great hanging on the edge of my shelves.
Everything else, however, must go unless it is useful, beautiful, in good shape, and essential to my wellbeing. Or on a really high shelf where it’s not going to get in my way. There are some things like my NYC taxi and Betty Boop cookie jars that stay. (My three-foot tall Betty Boop statue, however, is in the garage.)
So how did your work week go? I got my lavender planted, so that was something.