Maybe I'm Not An Idiot After All

I spent the morning reading the newspaper and doing all the puzzles.  I even managed to solve the 5-star Sudoku today.  I did the 4-star one yesterday too, and it was even correct.  I have to wait until Monday to make sure I did the 5-star one right but I checked all the rows and columns and there was 1-9 in each one, no repeats.  Maybe I have a logical brain after all.  Maybe I'm paving new neural pathways in my rapidly aging brain so I'll hold onto the few flickering brain cells I have left.  Whatever, I was so proud of myself I forgot to blog this morning so I'm doing it tonight which means I'll probably have next to nothing to say tomorrow but them's the breaks.



The other thing I did instead of blogging was first to contact Spectrum for help getting my Wii hooked up to the wi-fi again so I can stream videos from the comfort of my sofa.  Turns out I'd changed the login password when we switched from our modem to Spectrum's.  *head, smack*  There's a whole list of "slow TV" shows out of Norway that are nothing more than a camera recording mundane things in real time.  I'm watching a group of spinners and knitters try to break an Australian record for shearing a sheep, spinning the (unwashed & uncarded) fleece into yarn, and then knitting an adult-size sweater in under 5 hours.  Of course they're speaking Norwegian (go figure) so there are subtitles but it's still pretty riveting... well, maybe not for a non-knitter but I myself am fascinated.  I'm looking forward to watching the train ride from Bergen to Oslo and the three different firewood chopping and burning shows.  I know it sounds about as interesting as watching paint dry but for some reason I find it soothing.  After I got the Netflix going I finished Pink Pussycat Hat #1.  It's a bit tall but I found that by folding the freakishly wide ribbing in half it fit the way I wanted it to.  


When I was out in the garden checking to see how many slugs were lured into the custard cups of beer I put out last night (only one, dang it) this catbird sat on top of the fence giving me holy hell.  For some reason I am enjoying the daylights out of seeing them this year.  I really like their sedate gray and black coloring.  Very elegant plumage which is in direct contrast to their cat-like caterwauling call.

I was so tired when I got to bed last night I only managed to scribble a single line before my pencil wandered off to draw hieroglyphics in the margin so I think I'm going to have another stab at it tonight hoping for a better outcome.
--Barbara