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Happy new year!!!

Spending my evening with Nick and Nora. Wild times!

Earlier today this got started, along with a lovely Christmas gift- a selection of luscious murder short stories.

The earlier post got shanghaied somewhere between this p&#y tablet and your screen… none the less…

Happy New Year!!!


silly saturday

Walking to the library . . .

If that lamp post and the trees are straight, what does that mean for the sidewalk?

On the other hand . . .

. . . if the sidewalk is fairly level, the trees and lamp post are definitely leaning.

Is it any wonder I feel a bit weird once I arrive?

Perhaps if I just concentrated on the ground  . . . but that’s rather boring.

Joining Sandra over at Wild Daffodil.


Letter From New York by Helene Hanff, author of 84, Charing Cross Road

For once it has been decently cool down here in the southern portions, and actually feels like Autumn.

And thus, after a hectic beginning of the month, we’ve progressed to the fourth Thursday of November which is traditionally Thanksgiving here in America.

My thoughts have gone to Helene Hanff’s description of the holiday as written for the BBC Women’s Hour audience of 1978, and kept for us to enjoy in her 1992 volume, Letters From New York, BBC Women’s Hour Broadcasts.

November, 1978 . . .

“Before the days of James the First, a group of English farmers disagreed with the Church of England. “They will conform,” said King James, “or I will harry them out of the kingdom.” They didn’t conform, and he harried them out… They got on a ship called the Mayflower and sailed to the New World, and landed at Plymouth, Massachusetts, and established a colony. And since they called themselves “pilgrims” they became known to American history as the Pilgrim Fathers…

“What happened was: the Pilgrims were befriended by the native Americans—the Indians—who taught them how to fertilize the land with eels, how to grow Indian corn and eat it off the cob,

New York City’s finest (Ceremonial division) in the parade rather than walking the beat. Rest assured there were plenty on duty amongst the crowds. I get misty over these guys because 9/11 always comes to mind.

and how to cook and eat an American bird called a turkey. And the next autumn, when the Pilgrims reaped a bountiful harvest, they invited the Indians to a feast where everybody gave thanks to God for the harvest. That feast was the first American Thanksgiving…

“What makes New York’s Thanksgiving unique is the Macy Parade, which has been hauling parents out of bed on Thanksgiving Day for fifty-five years.

(Note: Today is the 92nd parade.)

“The parade features helium-filled balloon likenesses of cartoon characters each as tall as a six- or seven-story building.

(Note: In between the balloons are high school bands and flag wavers and floats from across the country. There was a balloon missing, but as it was windy and below freezing, perhaps they decided a Florida golf course was a better place for someone in a diaper. 😉)

“Americans across the country are determined to get home for Thanksgiving, our quintessential family holiday, more so even than Christmas, since it embraces all religions and recalls the Dissenters’ faith on which this country was founded.”

His Good Self (Santa) always ends the parade at high noon. (The snow was fake, but the 26℉ wasn’t.)

Hope everyone, everywhere, is giving thanks for this day, and enjoying it.

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Lovelies, a bit more about voting last week. I didn’t sew, knit or crochet whilst voting, so you might not be enthused about reading on. You’re forgiven. 😘 See you again soon!)

Polls in this Southern state have just closed, and the traditional network commentators’ vigils have begun.

This year there seems to be a new subject added to their conversations: How easy has it been for people to vote. Voter suppression has become a common thread.

Being a new resident in this state just before the last election (presidential), I decided to bring all my necessary identifications to register and vote early. No problems, and a minimum wait time.

Then I moved.

Six months afterward, I got a post card asking me to confirm my new address, which I immediately completed, copied, and sent back.

Fast forward four months. Another card arrives, addressed to my former residence and forwarded by the post office.

Again, I immediately completed this second card, copied it, wrote a letter with the history of my move, and mailed the letter, the copy and the second card.

Hearing all the national efforts to suppress voters, it seemed wise to bring all my id’s, my copies of that letter and the two cards, and vote early again.

Just in case I had problems.

Last week I got inside the polling location, gave my name and address, and was told I was off the Voter Roll, classed as Inactive.

Uh ,. . . . . .

I started digging in my purse for my paperwork, explaining what had occurred.

In a rather tired, been-there, heard-that-before kind of voice, the woman said, “Never mind. Just sign this.” And she printed out a form, asked me to verify the information was correct (my name and address), and sign it. I did and I got a ballot.

After two hours, I voted.

personal identity & what to wear . . .

Really, how important are our clothes? What do they say about us? What are they saying to others?  Could changing our clothes really change our lives??

If you didn’t see this on Hila’s blog , grab a cuppa, take a break and watch it now.

AUTUMN ! ! ! And just in time for any chilling winds, the crocheted hat & scarf are tasselled & done!

My wooly news from last week was finishing my green acrylic hat & scarf set. Yeah!  And just about completing the 8th of my blankey rectangles. Many more to go. Also continuing to slow knit my autumnal scarf. (All my knitting is slow.)

The teal shorts continue to sit, whilst I decide what to do with a nice bit of leftover rayon…

this will make more sense after you’ve seen the last video – promise!

just another saturday
Having survived a side swipe from the latest  hurricane, it was going to be regular Saturday laundry & maybe cooking a meat loaf. Plus doing a bit of sewing whilst  listening to “Good Neighbors,” a 1970’s BBC series.

If you’d like a peek at the program, click here and here.  Margo’s outfits are so 1970’s I’m putting together a small collection to be aired after I’ve finished watching the 3rd season.

But about that meat loaf. Remember the meat loaf??

About half way through the bake I went out to check it. As I put my hand on the stove top it almost raised a blister. Uh-oh. Something was wrong.

Seems the thermostat had baked it’s last bake and was registering its’ displeasure by refusing to turn off.  Grr… Not an option.

Maintenance came to the rescue, and the dead thermostat was replaced once everything had cooled off.

The glass pan did scrub up fairly easily, and the meat loaf is edible, thank goodness!

But the meat loaf, once I got it out of the cooker, appeared to be more than done, registering well above the appropriate internal temp.

So while I didn’t get any sewing done, the meat loaf is edible.   😳

a life without books is…
Death in the Tunnel.  Despite the fact of the train’s not “com(ing) to a screeching halt” in the middle of the  2½ mile tunnel, I found Miles Burton’s book both challenging and boring; however, the layers of detail kept me interested.

Sergeant Cluff Stands Firm, and taciturn, as reflected by the author’s prose style. I don’t know if I like this one or not. It’s currently feeling ominous. Maybe that’s intentional, and I’ve decided its’ not best to read it before bedtime!

Rather than leaving you with the image of burnt beef and an iffy thriller,  here’s something many of us will find interesting.  And it explains my hand in the middle of the teal fabric…

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