Cats Do Not Eat Bubble Gum

I meant to give a Toby update at the beginning of the week, but by the time I got the quotes and Tuesday's project out of the way, he wasn't really getting any better. Friday's trip to the vet was pretty major--three shots and fluids in a kitty IV, none of which went well--and I hated to take him back, but back he went yesterday. All I can say is, it's a good thing I can take the top off of his kitty carrier, because he wasn't about to come out of it in the office.

It's an even better thing that he doesn't appear to have swallowed any of my crafty supplies and that we think we can get him better with more antibiotics. I'm still giving him tuna-flavored medicine and now I get to squirt pink medicine in his mouth, too, that's bubble-gum flavored. Which makes me wonder: "Who in the hell thinks that cat medicine should taste like bubble gum?"

Here's the little tyke in the happier times of early last week, before someone tried to squirt things in his mouth three times a day: He's improving already. He just doesn't like the taste of bubble gum.

Cute Animal Story Of The Week

This actually isn't that heart-warming, but it had the best line of my internet reading yesterday. Apparently, an emperor penguin has been part of the King's Guard in Norway since the Edinburgh Zoo let them adopt one in 1922. The latest penguin (they're all named "Nils Olav") just got knighted:
"During the ceremony, Nils had a sword dubbed on each side of his head, where his shoulders should be, to confirm his regimental knighthood."

Tuesday Project Roundup: "Nothing Is More Chic"

I thought I should wear all black, the universal sign of sophistication, to my high-school reunion, but I hate wearing black and sewing it is even more boring. So I decided on navy blue, since, as Cecil Beaton said, "Chanel demonstrated that nothing was more chic than fine linen, navy-blue serge, and lots of soap."

I had a pattern from my mother's stash that wanted to be made for a special occasion (well, it wasn't a muumuu, so it seemed dressy), so I went for the "navy-blue and lots of soap" Jackie O look, minus that back belt:
It actually doesn't look like much on the hanger, but with a tan, pearl studs, and a yellow clutch, it was just right:

"It Was As If Everyone Had Swelled"

And with that Grosse Pointe Blank quote for a title, here's the high school reunion experience...in quotes. I went with Mr. Isbell; the lovely Amber and her Ideal Husband shared in the alienation and hard alcohol.

"Everyone looks vaguely familiar, but only in the way that people who live in Salt Lake all look familiar."

"I expected there to be baby races or something."

"His wife's cute."
"Apparently, she's a good cook!"

"Sweetie, can we have one baby while the first one is still a baby?"

"I have, like, a million ants."
"We have half an acre of ants."
[There were awards for things like "Most Pets." We wanted to win.]

"Look around the room: We have cookies from Costco."
[Ideal Husband went to Judge Memorial and had a guy selling cocaine from the next locker. Amber had a bag of cookies from Costco in her locker during high school. That phrase just summed it up for me.]

Friday Unrelated Information

1. It’s Julia Child’s birthday today. If you’re a procrastinator like me, take comfort in the fact that she didn’t even learn how to cook decently until she was 32.

2. Toby has to go to the vet today. He has what seems to be kitty stomach flu—not too alarming, but enough that he has to go visit kindly Dr. Nan. Send some kitty-get-well vibes his way.

3. After a difficult week—which will be topped off by the vet followed by the high school reunion tonight—I’m going to do nothing tomorrow. I’m not even going to clean or go to the farmers market. Instead, I’m going to enjoy all the sunshine that we have left. And I might think of this Mary Oliver poem, “The Sun.”

Books That Feature My Imaginary Boyfriend

I’ve always been a fan of Sherlock Holmes—to the point where I was accused of having a crush on him in high school—and I’ve been unable to focus on any serious literature this summer. So imagine my delight to find a mystery that features a young lady with mad observational skills of her own who meets Holmes in retirement and becomes his newer, smarter Watson. The book is by Laurie King and there’s a whole series featuring the two, which is good because I was more than halfway through The Beekeeper’s Apprentice in just one day.

I can’t recommend my new discovery enough. If you’re a fan of Holmes at all, you’ll love them—the continuity between the Conan Doyle and King versions of Holmes is perfect, and there’s just enough period costume and descriptions of brandy being drunk. It’s light reading, yes, but not silly. (There’s an excerpt here.)

And I have to say, I think Holmes would approve of having such adventures with a 20-year-old in his retirement.

A Poem For The Housework

Monday's Writer's Almanac featured a Mark Strand poem that I really liked, with the love/tepid relationship with cooking and cleaning that I have. (I like to eat and I love a clean house, but sometimes I get so tired of providing food and order.) (My budget doesn't allow for restaurants. Or a maid. Someday.)

But this elevated things, if only momentarily. From "The Continuous Life":

...O parents, confess
To your little ones the night is a long way off
And your taste for the mundane grows; tell them
Your worship of household chores has barely begun;
Describe the beauty of shovels and rakes, brooms and mops;
Say there will always be cooking and cleaning to do,
That one thing leads to another, which leads to another;
Explain that you live between two great darks, the first
With an ending, the second without one, that the luckiest
Thing is having been born, that you live in a blur
Of hours and days, months and years, and believe
It has meaning, despite the occasional fear
You are slipping away with nothing completed, nothing
To prove you existed.

Tuesday Project Roundup: Morbid Curiousity Edition

So...Friday is my 10-year high school reunion. I'm going, because the curious part of me that "has hobbies and sees what happens" knows that if I don't attend and see how bad it really is, I'm always going to wonder. (Also, I thought, "What if someone in a book I write needs to go to a high school reunion and I don't know the exact feelings of displacement? I'd better go.")

Of course I made a dress for it (pictures next week). But I also decided to make a clutch, which gives you something to do with your hands when you're standing around talking at an alcohol-less event.

Obviously it still needs a lining, but it's turning out well.

Most importantly, it's nice and roomy, as Toby shows...

...because it needs to hold my flask. To quote the best high school reunion movie ever,
"Who needs hard alcohol?"
"I do!!"

It's That Time Again

To look for Elvis at the corner 7-11?
To remember the Alamo?
To go to work?
To celebrate that my parents now have high-speed internet by posting an Animaniacs compilation?
To just link to the video instead because I can't figure out how to embed video on the most user-friendly blogging platform around?

YES!

Enjoy it.

Friday Unrelated Information

1. As soon as I posted about how much I was biking, I got a weird, symptom-less sore throat and had to drive to work two days. Serves me right for showing off, I guess.

2. Speaking of biking, did anyone see Holly Mullen's editorial in the City Weekly a few weeks ago? She thinks it's not cars that are a threat to cyclists, it's cyclists not following the rules. I have to disagree, as long as we get news stories like this: Kamas man charged for swerving truck into cyclist.

3. IT'S A GIANT CHICKEN!
(That was for you, Dad.)

No More Frat Boys For President

I haven't made it a secret that Barack Obama is "my new bicycle" (click on the site to refresh and get a taste of what life will be like with Obama!), but I also haven't really mentioned that we shouldn't vote for McCain because of a host of reasons, not just because Obama is clearly superior.

Consider this one, from the beginning of the week: McCain went to the Sturgis motorcycle rally in S.D. because, well, I'm sure a lot of people there think Obama is a sissy boy [redacted] [redacted]. Easy political points, right? And what better way to win over your new biker friends than to offer up your 54-year-old trophy wife to compete in the topless Miss Buffalo Chip pageant? Dudes love that.

McCain: he'll pimp his wife for your vote--or at least make her laugh uncomfortably on stage while he's being a boor! As a commenter on one of the articles I read asked, "Do they have a dedicated group of fratty morons making up strategy there or something?"

Biking Report

I’ve been biking five days a week lately—four days to work and then to the farmer’s market. When I first started riding to work I was only able to ride two out of the seven blocks (straight) up to my apartment; now I can ride four. I’m getting much better at carrying things home, too: I’ve finally figured out how to get a dozen eggs* back from the farmers’ market unscathed. And yesterday I got two crystal lowball glasses that I bought at lunch (to drink Mad Men-style) home in one piece.

So all in all, I think the bike is working out. Especially since I bought it to be stylish first and functional second.

*Why make a special trip to buy local eggs? Because I read this, briefly considered becoming a vegan, then decided I could do better than than the generic “cage free” eggs in the grocery store.

Tuesday Project Roundup: The Lounging Before The Crafty Storm

Presenting: Lounge pants! These are a vast improvement over my old John Deere green pair from J. Crew.
And lounge shorts! Mr. Isbell really doesn't get any sewing done for him, so when he asked I had to make him something. (Of course, he originally asked for a suit, and couldn't understand why I didn't jump on that project.)
And after I finished these, I went crazy thinking about fall patterns and fabrics and sewing plans and knitting plans and how I could replicate this coat for less than $250. It's like the crafty version of the ant getting ready for the winter, I guess.

Like Christmas Morning

I was going to put these up Friday, but then Karma the alpaca had her baby (named Liza!) and I thought that would just be too much cute. So here's your Monday pictures of Toby, enjoying his new cat house Thursday night.


I understand now why parents can go completely overboard with buying their kids stuff--look how happy he is!

Friday Unrelated Information

1. Karma the alpaca, the one I fell in love when I saw her as a baby two years ago, had a cria of her own yesterday! The baby's name isn't decided yet, but there are many cute pictures here. (I can't help thinking I should have bought Karma when she was for sale while pregnant last fall...I would have double my investment.) (I guess the fact I didn't have $15,000 laying around was a good reason, though.)
2. Druidic holiday alert: Today is Lughnasa, celebrating the end of summer and the beginning of the harvest. Let's hope my tomatoes ripen soon so they can join in.

3. I let myself drive to work today, which is the first time since last Monday. How decadent!

Crazy Cat Lady

Tonight will be an exciting night, because I'll take out the car and drive to buy a cat toy on sale! While wearing a muumuu! I'll be doing this fifty years from now, too!

But look what BigLots had in its ad--Toby needs one:

And I'm not even thirty yet. Just think how bad it's going to get...

Happy Birthday, Maria Mozart; Sorry We Insisted You Get Married

The Writer's Almanac, my new favorite source of blog material, tells us that today is the birthday of Maria Anna "Nannerl" Mozart in 1751, Wolfgang's older sister. She was a child prodigy on the harpsichord and clavier and when she and her brother toured together as children, she often received top billing. She composed, too--Wikipedia tells us "there are letters from her brother praising her work"--but nothing she wrote survives. After she reached her teens, her parents didn't allow her to tour, she stopped performing and probably composing, and she ended up getting married, raising a family, and giving piano lessons.

The whole story reminds me of Virginia Woolf's idea of "Shakespeare's sister" in A Room of One's Own--that even if Shakespeare had had a sister just as talented, she could have done nothing to develop it in the 16th century (or the 18th, apparently), because "she would have been so thwarted and hindered by other people [and] tortured and pulled asunder by her own contrary instincts." (The whole chapter is here.)
I certainly don't have the feminist or musical insight any more to make a point other than, "What a shame," but at least we're remembering her birthday.

Tuesday Project Roundup: Big Enough For A Sixpack And A Sock Monkey

I decided to revisit the cotton knitted bag pattern that turned out too small to hold anything except a tomato, and the result is I overcompensated, ran out of yarn, used up some odds and ends to finish, and ended up with a bag that's big enough for a watermelon and looks like a sock monkey*:

The bag stretches a lot; it could probably hold TWO watermelons. But it's useful and it's finished. I'm so tired of knitting with cotton, though--it's time to break out wool and start planning fall projects.

*Monsieur Le Singe, Guiseppi Tomasi, was something I made in high school. Because I was cool like that in high school.

It's Monday

Attack it like it's a bike pedal:


Or just lay on it and impede progress:

Friday Unrelated Information

1. Werner Herzog, the crazy German filmmaker I studied in a college film class, has made a film about McMurdo station in Antarctica. My uncle is returning for another six months in McMurdo in August, so it would be cool to see what a crazy German filmmaker has to say about it in Encounters at the End of the World. The Salt Lake Tribune review can be read here.

2. My latest favorite TV-on-DVD show is Mad Men, which has yet to make me feel angry or used the way Battlestar Galactic did. I started watching it for the costumes and to see how it compared with agency life today, and now I can't get enough. Season 2 starts Sunday.

3. I somehow ended up reading about what you should have in a chicken first aid kit and a story about raccoons trying to kidnap Tickle Me Elmo online this week. I love the internet!
In the middle of one night we were awakened to the sound of Tickle Me Elmo laughing his little head off. Upon investigating we found Elmo stuck in the cat door unable to stop laughing and vibrating. The raccoons had abandoned him when they couldn’t squeeze him through the door.

Why Is Today Special?

Because it’s the birthday of Amelia Earhart and Zelda Fitzgerald and my friend Tiffin. It’s also a day after the birthday of Raymond Chandler, the best detective novelist ever, and a day after the birth of a yet-to-be-named cria at Blue Moon Ranch (I’d call him Nero):

It was also pretty special to go four blocks out of my way on my ride in this morning to avoid the crowds of pioneers.

The Garden

I've finally stopped complaining how far behind and puny my garden is, because you can't really do that if the tomato plants are as tall as you. The ripening is still a little behind schedule, but at least the plants look healthy, if not completely out of control.

I planted mostly tomatoes:


And some zucchini, because about 85% of vegetarian recipes involve zucchini.
I have a feeling I will regret the zucchini in a month, but right now I'm still excited.

Tuesday Project Roundup: It's A Skirt AND A Picnic Blanket

I think you can see why:

Details: Vintage 70's pattern, plaid from JoAnn, very large useful pockets, doubles as a picnic blanket/tablecloth when seated.

Dear Emmylou Harris

You are awesome and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it until the concert last night. I knew you sang backup for some good Neil Young albums and I remember seeing you in Heart of Gold recently and thinking, “Whoa, plastic surgery!” But I really didn’t know what you sounded like on your own, and I have been missing out. I’m going to go find “Orphan Girl” on iTunes now.

Also, your dress and boots were great.

Best,
Karen

PS: I really shouldn’t have taken your advice from the encore: “Two More Bottles of Wine.”

Friday Unrelated Information

1. Wednesday I made my best riding time to and from work so far: 12 minutes to get there and only 20 minutes to get home. Now I'm pretending I'm competing for the maillot vert!

2. Wednesday also marked the 63rd anniverasary of the first nuclear bomb test in Los Alamos. I've known that Oppenheimer said, famously, "I am become Death, destroyer of worlds" but I didn't know that he was quoting from the Baghavad Gita:
"If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the mighty one. Now I am become Death, destroyer of worlds."

Something else I didn't know: That Kenneth Bainbridge, the site director of the test, retorted, "Now we are all sons-of-bitches."

Indeed.

That's A Nice Farm You Got There, Little Lady

So the NY Times has a feature about women farmers up online. I read it because I, too, am a woman. And I like farms. (And because it's been slow at work this week. I've been reading anything.)

The article...left something to be desired. Do you think a journalist would use the following sentence when talking about a male farmer? "[She] flits effortlessly between trimming vines and fixing the tractor, a farmer at heart." Um, wouldn't the fact that she's trimming vines and FIXING A TRACTOR make her a farmer in actual PRACTICE, too? Seriously, "flits"? Come on.

And get this sentence from the intro:
"Whether raising heritage livestock, combing the woods for exotic morsels or coaxing delicacies from the ground, these women forge new bonds between field and table, strengthening the connection between things we love to eat and the stewardship that makes them possible."
Awww, who knew farming was so nurturing? And did you know WOMEN are good at NURTURING and these are LADY FARMERS we're talking about? God.

I would expect this from, well, a women's magazine (with a little sidebar about "Get The Farming Look!" telling us to buy an Hermes headscarf); but not from a newspaper. Farming is hard work. I bet any of these little ladies could have told the reporter that.

Toby Up Your Wednesday

His current nicknames include Tobrito (rhymes with "taquito"), Tobot, and Babypants.


(Be sure to click and enlarge this one so you can get the full effect of Toby lips.)

Tuesday Project Roundup: Tinged With Nostalgia (Or Disney)

Here's another gingham dress from a 1970's pattern:

And here's a better representation of the color:

The yellow and the vintage styling remind me of the look of the film The Virgin Suicides:

On the other hand, Mr. Isbell saw it during construction and blurted out, "That looks like what a Disney princess would wear before she knew she was a princess!"

He meant it as a compliment, of course, and maybe it's the same thing--just give me a grassy field and a daisy to pick.

Happy Bastille Day

While this may just be the day before payday to most Americans, it's Bastille Day and France is partying like it's 1789. (Sorry.) Here's some etymology for you (Don't be too impressed with my French; I had to look it up):

• Bastille is an alternate spelling of bastide: fortification.
• Bastide comes from the Provençal word bastida: built.
• There is also a verb embastiller: to establish troops in a prison.

Friday Unrelated Information

1. I meant to mention this last week, but the Tour de France has started. I've caught some coverage every year since Indurain won his final tour, but none yet for this year. I'll have to catch up on Sunday; in the meantime, I'll pretend I'm winning the polka dot jersey when I ride up the hill from work.

2. Toby was "talking" (prrrit! prrow! mrrrow?) to something last night at midnight, and since he's usually very quiet at night (until 5:00 a.m., that is), I got up to investigate. He was in his veranda and outside a little black cat with round eyes and a collar was visiting--it was Jenny Linsky!

Film And Television

Film: If you haven't seen WALL-E, go tonight. Please make sure the person at Pixar who put his job on the line to make such a dystopian, moving, adult film doesn't lose it because the film tanks after the first few weekends. I still don't know how they managed to get it released; it's that good.

TV: I think I'm the only person here watching the new Battlestar Galactica, but if you're tempted to start, just stop after season 2. We finished season 3 this week and all I can say is: A bad cover of All Along the Watchtower shouldn't happen in space. That was really the final straw.

I Wouldn't Be A Bit Surprised If We All Break Into Song Next

I've now made my biking debut at the farmers' market and at work, and let me just quote my dad--"Life's better on a bike."

I rode down to the market on Saturday and the comments started right away: "Nice bike!" and "Where'd you get that helmet?" from the bike valet dude; "Love your bike!" and "Sweet ride!" from passersby; and "Good morning, beautiful! Nice bike!" as I rode by a homeless guy camped on the steps of the Greek Orthodox church.

Similar things happened at work--people I hadn't talked to in nearly two years at the office admired, offered help with the elevator, liked my helmet. I was riding up Main Street on the way home and a panhandler asked, "Got a dollar?" and when I said no (I really didn't), said "I like your helmet!"

So on the next ride, what will happen? Will it be like a musical, with song and dance and synchronized pigeon flights? It may very well be--because life apparently IS better on a bike.

Tuesday Project Roundup: Cool

I had enough vintage fabric to make a dress AND something to lounge around the house in (although I'm thinking pants will get more use than a robe), so over the weekend I made the dress:

Now I'll get my matching shoes and handbag and go to a pool party, where I will drink a Tom Collins...Wait, no I won't. The dress just makes me feel like I could.

(And because I don't want to keep you in suspense about the sweater, I finished it and did not run out of yarn. I left it at work, though, so no picture. Just imagine something beige and a little lumpy-looking.)

It's Monday

Attack it like it's a couch.


Or a bar stool.

Thursday Unrelated Information

I'm ready for a three-day weekend and doubt anyone will be at a computer tomorrow, so today is the end of the blog week.

1. Yesterday was the anniversary of poor Hemingway shooting himself in Ketchum. The Writer's Almanac (which I just discovered) had a bit on yesterday's page about what may have motivated him--constant pain from a plane crash and elecrtroshock therapy, to name a couple. I just read a Ray Bradbury story about Hemingway getting to go back in time to "re-do" his death: "The Kilimanjaro Device," excerpted here.

2. Celebrate the Fourth of July with a poem by Stephen Vincent Benet, "American Names". It begins well, gets a little lost, and ends with a quote that inspired a book title. Here's the beginning:

I have fallen in love with American names,
The sharp names that never get fat,
The snakeskin-titles of mining-claims,
The plumed war-bonnet of Medicine Hat,
Tucson and Deadwood and Lost Mule Flat.

3. Or you can celebrate by watching Yankee Doodle Dandy this weekend. Remember, "My mother thanks you, my father thanks you, my sister thanks you, and I thank you."

Come On, Weekend

"What summer proposes is simply happiness:
heat early in the morning, jays
raucous in the pines."

...and bike rides to the farmers market, and a pool party, and time to nap, and time to work on a summer dress and summer lounge pants, and no writing deadlines. Hurry up, Friday!

(The quote is the opening of "Tahoe In August" by Robert Hass; complete text is here on someone's blog.)

Tuesday Project Roundup: Back In The Saddle Again

I was wondering last week why I felt so thwarted (creatively speaking) and realized I haven't finished any new sewing projects in a month. (The denim dress I was working on the last few weeks did not work. Goodbye, denim dress.) I also realized I hadn't had a day off just to be home and sew in a month, so I took Friday off to pick up the bike and make a dress.This reminds me of cowboys, for no particular reason. Maybe it's the topstitching, which is getting lost in the print but can be seen if you click on the picture below.

On a roll from the Friday/Saturday dressmaking (that worked! and was cute!) I made some placemats on Sunday from oilcloth:

They're reversible, although my camera didn't like taking pictures of all that blue and tried to make it pink:

So a good weekend. I can wear my cowboy dress and serve huevos rancheros on my placemats and sing Gene Autry songs.

Velo Bon! *

If you see a minty-green blur in a pink helmet going down the Avenues, that would be me.

And if you see a girl in a dress having to walk a minty-green bike back home because so far she can only ride two blocks up a hill without having to stop--well, at least she look stylish.

I highly recommend Bountiful Bicycle Center. Nice bike dudes, fair prices, and good inventory.

*French for, "Nice bike!"

Friday Unrelated Information

1. Have you discovered Martha Stewart's blog yet? It's often unintentionally hilarious, but always fun to read. She's been blogging from Warsaw (where she's waiting to get into England), and was taking pictures of a cafe's coffees, baked goods...and customers:Her caption for this one: "A very handsome Polish customer at Bilkle's." Go, Martha!

2. I've been thinking my apartment needs more art...and then I saw this goat print. How cool would that be if it weren't $250?

3. Here's your George Orwell quote for the week: "The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns ... instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish squirting out ink."

Learning Things Online

June 24 was the birthday of Alan Turing, called "the father of modern computing." I only have a faint idea of who he was--mostly from reading about the Turing test for artificial intelligence in a sci-fi book, I think--but BoingBoing mentioned his birthday in a post which continued to say, "that he was persecuted for his homosexuality to the point of suicide is a crime and a tragedy."

Wait, what? Like I said, I really didn't know about him. Turns out he was, of course, brilliant; received the Order of the British Empire for his work on cracking codes in WWII; developed the first computing model; and in 1952 was convicted of "homosexual acts," a crime still punishable at the time in Britain by hard labor (think Oscar Wilde). He was given the choice between that and probation, on the condition he submit to an estrogen implant to "curb his libido."

God, no wonder he killed himself. And what more could this guy have thought of? A new energy source? A way to jump into hyperspace? Guess we'll never know. Good job, 1950's Britain.

Anyway. I was amazed I had never known this about Turing, so thought I would share. I don't mean to depress anyone--it's not like that NOW, at least--but sometimes I think, "This was only 50 years ago" and my mind just reels.

Just Buy The Damn Bike Already, Karen

As I said last week, I want to get a bike. I want to ride it to work and to the farmers' market and around the neighborhood in the evenings. I've looked for a month now, getting recommendations from my brother, the former bike mechanic, and my father, a crazy roadie who can put in 130 miles a week on his Kestrel. (Hi, Dad! That's crazy in a good way!)

Following their advice--and my own experience that tells me yes, cheap things are cheaper but not necessarily a good investment (true of shoes, cooking equipment, mechanical things)--I decided not to get the $99 Target special and instead get a cruiser with a light frame and some gears.

I rode the bike I had in mind Monday, but Tuesday, instead of calling and getting a special order in, I just second-guessed myself. This is a lot of money for someone who makes her own clothes. Was I sacrificing functionality for style? Should I get a mountain bike? And if I insisted on a cruiser, should I get something cheap so I wouldn't feel bad about not riding, if I couldn't make it up the hills? And would I hate storing it in the apartment's Minuscule Vestibule?

I thought I had decided, but my internal crazy monologue (crazy in a bad way) hadn't. Fortunately, work was slow yesterday and I could let the internet convince me. I found this post on Copenhagen Cycle Chic:

When she bought her bike at her local bike shop she didn't have a "fitting" at the "full service workshop and showroom". She probably walked into the shop and said, "I need a bike"...

She doesn't know how much it weighs…Likewise, she doesn't know how far she rides each day...She rides at a good pace, not too fast to cause a sweat, and the ride is nice enough. She likes the fresh air…and seeing the transformation from season to season. That will suffice.

She doesn't wake up and make a decision to "commute by bike to work today". It's just a part of her day. She just walks out of her flat and gets on her bike. If it has a puncture, she'll walk it down to the local bike shop to get it repaired and then take the bus or train to work. Picking it up in the afternoon.

Yeah. It really isn't that hard. It's a bike; it will be fine. I have the money, I won't outgrow it, and the hills will make me toned. Even if I have to push the bike up them.

I'll get my order in today.

Tuesday Project Roundup: So Close, Yet So Far. And Probably So Out Of Yarn.

Today's project roundup is a cliffhanger!

Sewing hasn't been going well, so I've been knitting instead. (Knitting is also a lot cooler than sewing, because it doesn't require crawling all over the floor to cut out fabric and having an iron hot for the duration.)

I'm almost through with this in a khaki color; I only have the ribbed trim around the front edges to do. I thought I could even get a good start on it last night during some more Battlestar Galactica--but no, two episodes later I had only picked up the stitches I needed to knit and put them on the needle. Also, I'm not sure if I have enough yarn left...

Will I finish? Will I run out of yarn? What will happen in Season 3 with the Cylon occupation? Check back next week for the thrilling conclusion!

Battlestar Galacatica: Intergalactic!

Mr. Isbell and I watched another installment of the new Battlestar Galactica last night--the "Razor" extended episode. I never saw the original BSG, so I'm not sure if the Cylons (the evil robots) spoke in an evil robot voice in the series, but last night in Razor, they did. And I turned to Mr. Isbell and said, "How come I'm expecting to hear the Beastie Boys break into 'Intergalactic' now?"

So for your Monday morning, here's the Intergalactic video, complete with robot voices.

Friday Unrelated Information

1. After more than a decade, I've rediscovered Mystery Science Theater 3000 (viva Netflix!). People who have seen this will understand. If you haven't, run--do not walk--and find episode 424: Manos: The Hands of Fate.

2. The cocktail of the moment is the Gin Rickey: 1 part Rose's Sweetened Lime Juice to about 1.75 - 2 parts gin (depending on your workday), over ice. Mint sprig garnish is optional.

3. The summer solstice is TOMORROW; does it strike anyone else as sad that after just a week of feeling as if summer has finally begun, we've already reached its high point?

4. And speaking of summer, alpacas know how to stay cool: Play in the sprinklers!

I Bet You're Wondering What's New At The Ranch

Cria season is starting at Blue Moon Ranch! Check the barn cam for daily updates--most due dates are in late June and then again in August, but there are a few that have arrived already.

Here's Willie Nelson:

And here is Shiloh: