Mid-week and taking stock.

I’m almost ready to (GASP) steek this thing, a recent misplacement of the crochet hook having sidelined the Prayer Shawl temporarily.  This has moved along due to what I like to call “nervous knitting” – knitting that happens after hours, when watching the news, for example, or a movie – things I do with John…

My daughters sent me this

It’s probably making the rounds of the e-mail community, but who cares – it is soooo true:)!! The Price of Children The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from birth to 18 and came up with $160,140 for a middle income family. Talk about sticker shock! That doesn’t even touch college tuition….

Some technical stuff

Well, this book to my left helped me out today, although WordPress had most of what I needed to know all set up for me anyway, LOL.  I have finally decided to get my own domain through wordpress, but am using Googleapps to create e-mail through it.  Since my wordpress blog has all my posts…

Finished!

Finally:)! I just didn’t have the energy at 2:30 this morning to block this shawl.  It’s small – it had to be; I didn’t have time to knit something huge, but it is kind of cute – and it is being paired with another birthday gift.  Three of us are going to lunch tomorrow.  It’s…

Not quite blocked, but almost there

Well of course I should be in bed sleeping, but I figured I’d post a rather poor pic of my almost finished Clothilde. I opted for the smaller version, but added three rows of garter followed by a picot bind off. Gotta go- early morning tomorrow! God be with you ’til we meet again+

Faith

March is going out like a lion – or maybe a lion cub.  It’s cooler outside, because of the wind, but it’s lovely! I wish the weather would stay like this all year – just enough to need a sweater, but not so bad you’re uncomfortable. John, bless his heart, came home from the supermarket…

Shhhhhh…. posting from court…..

It’s a rainy Monday here in Merlin, dear 3.5 readers and I am sitting in court waiting for my last case of the morning to be called. Of course it’s contested. Of course it is therefore the last to be heard. Oh and I just found out that the hearing I was initially told was…

Happy St. Patty’s!

From what little I understand about the Feast of St. Patrick, it is celebrated far differently by the Irish in Ireland that it is by the Irish of the U.S. That is probably because absence makes the heart grown fonder and the poor folks who fled starvation and death in their homeland had a lot…

Good Lord Love a Duck!

Mr. Workman, our Junior High Band Director used to say that all the time. It sounded funny to us. We were native New Yawkas and his slightly southern (Maryland??? Virginia???) accent, though mellifluous, struck a discordant note with our “Mistah Workman!” Especially as he counted out in 6/8 time, “Rest RAIST Rest.” The poor guy….