Sorry I Skipped A Day

Yesterday I had a very demanding man around so all I did was pay attention to his needs.  We took a walk, we played, we sang songs, we told many stories.  It was a lovely day without time to blog.  S'okay to skip a day every once in a while, right?  *nods firmly & confidently*  Right.

Today the world of college football invaded our little city.  Well, they've been infiltrating for the last few days for the WI Badgers vs. LSU Tigers game that started about an hour ago in Lambeau Field.  It's a big deal.  People drove up here from Louisiana, for the love of all things holy.  I saw a man, a grown man, in a purple and gold harlequin suit standing in front of a hotel on my way across town yesterday.  Not a clown-type suit either, an actual suit jacket and pants-type suit.  Freaky.  (Of course, I live in a city where the "cool" people wear molded foam wedges of cheese on their heads so maybe I should be less judgemental.)  The Goodyear Blimp is here circling over our old house looking for DD (it's a long story) and there was a fly-over.  I'm peeved that I missed it, nobody told me there'd be a fly-over so here I sat indoors when the big, loud airplanes thundered over.  *sigh*  Another cool thing was they had a Badgers pep rally downtown last night and the Badger Band played.  They're awesome.  I'm sorry I missed that too, I had to go knit.

Speaking of that, I crocheted 2 1/2 more hexagons for the first grandson Christmas stocking I need to make in the next 3 months.  Which means that I only need 7 more plus a square one to have the first stocking's worth of hexagons.  I need to get hooking.  (What I really want to do is quit my job [but still get paid], quit doing anything around here [but not have the Health Dept. or Husband Welfare on my case], and just knit.  And sew.  I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna cook, I just wanna play with yarn and fabric when I want for as long as I want, and I want my favorite authors to crank out books faster.  Is that too much to ask?  Apparently.)



We took a little road trip to a cheese store after brunch with friends today.  We went to Wakker Cheese in Kewaunee which is about half an hour east of here right on the shore of Lake Michigan.  I read in the paper a few months back (when I was stuck on the couch with that @$#%& broken ankle) about this guy from Holland who has a dairy along the lakeshore where he makes Gouda cheese using his grandmother's recipe.  Durwood and I keep trying this Gouda and that Gouda but none of them are anywhere near as good as the Gouda we got in Bonaire which is a Dutch island so they have lots of Dutch foods in the market.  We got spoiled, we admit it, so today we tried to rectify the problem.  I'll let you know how it is.  We haven't cut it yet.  I think we might be afraid that if we cut it we'll wolf it down in a heartbeat and then have none for another day.  We got windmill cookies too.



I told you about the new garage doors.  Well, here they are.  I think my favorite part is there's weatherstripping all around them so the cold and snow should be kept out a bit more than before.  Okay, maybe never having to paint the doors or the trim again is my real favorite part. We're thinking perhaps our heating bill will even go down a few bucks.  That'd be good.

September 3--Don B. Stevenson, Autumn Fishing. They looked like they'd dressed between the pages of a catalog.  He wore the most expensive vest and waders and Clyde was sure that was a Pendleton shirt.  Her clothes and gear were equally pricey-looking and still had the packaging creases.  The fishing guide wondered if either of them had ever wet a line in their lives.  Now, don't get the wrong idea, he had nothing against people wanting to learn but it annoyed the daylights out of him when clients tried to pretend they knew what they were doing and scared away more fish than they caught.  From the looks of it this couple was more fisher-wanna-bes than actual fishermen.  PC be damned.

Speaking of crocheting and stockings I think I'll go finish hexagon #11 and make a couple more while Durwood grooves to Lawrence Welk, then we'll heat up Thursday night's leftovers for supper, and maybe I can make a couple more.  Time to hook.
--Barbara