gaysknits

on day two...

i woke up groggy and aching and covered in a little tiny rash.  isn't yard work the best?  yesterday started out on the chilly and gloomy side something like today but blossomed into a beautiful day for yard work which there is plenty of in the yard and even more to be done in the back forty.

we won't go there yet...this week anyway...this week is reserved for work in the front back side yard and so far every muscle in my body got a work out yesterday and my forearms which were the only parts of me uncovered are now covered in a prickly little rash.  poison ivy is no where to be found yet so i'm placing my money on the tiny little hairlike thorns of the rosa rugosa.  yep that's where my money is. 

hope the neighbors like the looks of them because they sure did a number on me. speaking of blossoming  the back forty is a blossom. this is the first year the cherry tree blossomed...maybe the second year but this is the first year that the eastern redbud blossomed and those are awesome when they blossom and if you look down you'll be up to your knees in another kind of blossom and it's not the kind you want to have around.

i'm building a forest...slowly but surely.  no grass has been planted nor will it be and it is taking a while for the trees to get big enough to be a canopy and create the kind of natural mulch on the ground to keep the weeds down.  it has not yet happened in all parts of the back forty but i remain optomistic.  there was still time for knitting last nite.  the body of the linen isle cardi is off the needles and the when the sleeves are finished which should be quite soon...this week even it will be ready for modeling or for wearing if it stays as cold as it has been. i need a closure so i'll be stepping up my efforts to look for one although i think i have the perfect pin in mind but now that i see it without a closure it's growing on me...hmmm.

i have work to do today before the rains come back. rock hauling is in order and weeding the front hill side and bundling the sticks...fun huh?  see ya later...love   g

this sweater is not giving me fits...

at all. this has been pretty easy after i finally got the right number of stitches on the needles. everything has gone smoothly except that one time i turned in the middle of a row and created a bit of a funky stitch which was a short row of sorts without a wrap so it was a bit of a hole i suppose you could say . everything has gone just as anticipated unless you count the time i messed up the seed stitch and tried to fix it by dropping and picking up the stitches and just seemed to do the same thing over and over again until i was forced to tear it back a few rows in order to have a proper fix and avoid the feeling that i have been here before. i took pics  last night because lets face it the gloomy damp days we've been having don't make for much better light for picture taking in mid day than in a room after dark lit only by tungsten.  so there you have it. i don't know that i'd be happy wearing with this open without  a closure of some sort and what type of closure is giving me pause.  a button seems like a bad idea because it seems one would want to move the closure as needed or i should say as  desired or as ones mood dictated or depending upon what they are wearing under or how hot their flashes are is probably more to the point.  a pin maybe but nah i'm not into pins these days.   perhaps one of those closures that are a ring and a stick if the stick didn't poke you in the guts or the throat depending on where it was aiming.  i'll think on it a bit.  i'll shop around a tad.  at any rate here she is and i'm hoping to get my boots muddy today but that is only a dream as yesterday it was raining and cold as heck and today is more of the same but hopefully not so cold.  when it finally stops raining i will have to cut the grass with a sickle!  later...love   g

rainey days and mondays...

i know you thought i was going to say they always get me down...not so today.  it is raining. it is pouring. it is raining cats and dogs but i don't mind. all the dogs in here and out on the porch are dozing and relaxing and doing what dogs do best especially after a long night of being scared to death from all the lightening and all the thunder.  they sleep and i am plotting my next move. my first move of the day and of the week. my first day of the vacation. obviously i will not be doing any yard work or washing my filthy truck.  my house is clean and my furniture rearranged and all my closets reorganized. all my shoes are in a row in my closet and my whites are washed and starched and ready for the next bright summer day and a special outing like the one we had yesterday to lidias in the strip for brunch and a trip to the frick gardens and museum and an icecream at the cafe in regent square and a quick trip to old navy to stock up on flip flops for the youngladygrandaughters summer flip flop wardrobe and eventually a poolside visit at the daughters where we discussed all manner of important topics like the next future president of the united states and what kind of bush or grass to plant poolside and where to find the best wicker furniture and how cute are these puppies anyway!  pics soon i promise! i am finishing my coffee and making a list of things to do. like visit the construction junction. make a trip to the wine store. perhaps a visit to bonnie knits and maybe a return spree...the opposite of a shopping spree. and perhaps later i'll get around to making dinner and i may even find the time to watch oprah. don't hate me.  later...love   g

i am dreaming...

literally dreaming...of knitting.  i have been knitting in my awake time as well and for my next post i will model the asymetrical linen in progress and i have made good progress but last night i only dreamed of knitting.  i dreamed i moved into an apt by the sea and across the way...so you could see each other in your homes lived shobhana and shobhana who knits constantly i assume in real life did not do any knitting in my dream but her sister the one she has in my dreams was knitting her a sweater.  it was a pretty sweater and colorful and soft as all get out...in my dreams!

 

don't you wonder what makes for dreaming material?  i figure all that stuff stuffed in my subconcious just has to do a little rearranging and move around in there so it comes to the front and shows up in one of my dreams.  today is the first day of what i have named my selfish vacation where i get to do whatever i want to whenever i want to do it...for a whole week.  i have a list a mile long of yard work i want to do and home improvement work i want to do and sitting around  and lunching and shopping i want to do.  i want to shop at construction junction for antique shutters not for shoes...i have millions or jewelry...i have tons or clothes...i have too many items of clothing to wear in a season except i would like to make some skirts because mine are all too big as are my shorts but i've taken to wearing my too big shorts anyway and am finding them to be quite comfy and very trend setting so i'm going with that look.

no one ever accused me of being overly stylish while i'm sitting around my own house.  since i mention rearranging and moving tings i have done a little of that in real time and although i have the intention and the plan to move the dragon lady's cage away from the window where the air conditioner will be installed i have as yet only moved my desk into the front room aka my dressingroom/guest room/the guys office room and although you could not get another peice of furniture in there now it works and the dining room is roomier.  yeah for roomy rooms!  things are blooming here. my new magnolia is in full bloom as are the azaelias and the forsythia and the cherry blossoms and these cute and tiny violets that are littering my lawn much to my delight and my neighbors horror i'm sure.

some people are just too anal when it comes to living their lives if you ask me.  i mean i like to have some semblance of order and to have things be in the right room or at least on the right floor of the house but really that's what junk drawers are for isn't it?  i have decided something about myself of late. i have much better things to do with my time than sweep the sidewalks and vacuum the rocks in my flowers beds. i like to stop and smell the flowers and let the lovely little violets grow amoung the grass for the short time that they will grow anywhere and the rest of the landscaping chores...i do it it i get around to it.  i would love to plant a garden this year so my real goal is to get the garden soil ready and to repair the fence but a truck bed of manure from the horse barn would do nicely and add to that a few packets of seeds and maybe some tomato plants and maybe the dragon lady will thrive on fresh grown veggies this summer and maybe we will too...but even that is a lofty goal for me.  we will not be visiting the barn today as planned due to the youngladygrandaughters trip down the cellar steps on her butt causing her to be in a cast and on crutches for a while instead of on the back of a big horse!  happy saturday and enjoy the season, the flowers and the warm and balmy temps we've been having in these parts and later...love   g

ed rendell's been calling me...

for days on end to ask me to vote for hillary. today hillary just called me herself to tell me her father was raised  in pennsylvania and he taught her to hunt.  that's nothing...my father was raised in chicago and he taught me to drink heavily, to spit shine a pair of combat boots, to starch his sirts and to swear like a soldier...good thing i'm not running for anything that's not exactly a story that would steal a vote or two. later obama called me a couple of times but he just left a message since he is speaking at the college down the road in a few hours so he's a little busy.  in the beginning when the candidates had just started to pay attention to us in pennsylvania i thought it would be cool to go listen to either one of them speak at a rally since it stands to be a ground breaking moment if either one of them is elected to the presidency. then i thought about it...after i was sick to death of them calling me and getting their friends to call me every single day so i no longer care to hear them talk trash about each other. don't care at all.  not one little bit and as a matter of fact i can't wait til it's all over but the counting.  i'll get up with the birds and go on down to the corner for a little voting action tomorrow but truly the guy may have to drag me.

i'm a little more enthusiastic about this linen isle sweater i've got going on.  i am making progress and am almost ready to put the sleeves on waste yarn and join the body.  yihaaa and i am really loving this yarn!  happy voting and later...love   g