A Nice Clean Bird

I like watching birds bathe. I especially like watching Sparrows bathe because they're such enthusiastic bathers. In years past a flock of Sparrows would all hop into the birdbath together and flap out nearly all of the water. Lately, though, it's been one bird at a time. I wonder if the bird on the rim got splashed enough that it felt like it had had a bath too.

I spent a lot of the morning listening to an Ad School video about Data Collecting. Actually I listened to two videos about the subject and I confess that I know very little more now than I knew when I started. I get discouraged because I collect clicks so slowly that I'm convinced that all of my categories, keywords, and other parts of my books are pitifully, woefully inadequate and wrong. No, don't try to talk me out of it. Hopefully customers at the farmers market through the winter fall prey to my winning smile and sales pitch.

I took a break in the middle of watching the videos to do a watercolor right before lunch. These are Bachelor's Buttons. They always remind me of my Grandma Angermeier who grew them in her garden and let us pick them for our moms.

After lunch and before I went back to video watching I drew the last four figures in 20 Ways to Draw a Butterfly. None of these winged creatures is especially pleasing to me. Especially the pheasant in the upper right. I probably was in the wrong frame of mind.

The sun peeked out for a minute this afternoon and the trees down the street blazed. Naturally by the time I went out with the camera the sun had gone behind the clouds again but I still like the pretty leaves.

After supper I sat down to watch Jeopardy! and then Finding Your Roots. Once those were over I picked up the hat I was knitting and realized that it was too big and the circular needle was too short. So I pulled the stitches off the needle, pulled out the stitches, put a longer cable on the needles, and wound the yarn back onto the skeins. Then I cast on again using only one yarn instead of two and I'm much happier with the result. I am no longer knitting a hat that will fit Sasquatch.

DS stopped over this afternoon to pull the patio umbrella out of the holder and carry it into the garage for me. I'm too short and not strong enough to do it myself anymore. Thank you, DS, I really appreciate it!

I think tomorrow I'm going to swing by City Hall and vote early. I don't think I want to stand in line with a bunch of people on Nov. 5 so I'm going to take advantage of the opportunity while I'm downtown doing the school run.

--Barbara