For people allergic to wool, one’s heart can only bleed. ~Elizabeth Zimmerman
When I finished this knitting project over the weekend, I decided I didn’t like the long pointy peak. In order to alter, I attempted to pick up stitches with a needle, then a crochet hook, then double-points, but to no avail. I bravely took my scissors and cut through the mohair yarn. It was a bit nerve-wracking, but I had to do it. Mission accomplished.
Standing on the deck this morning and breathing in the freshness of a November morning, I had to chuckle about my selection from the Book of Insults. I decided to jot down in my mind’s calendar to share some of the more witty sarcasms that was noted from historical figures to more recent public ones. But, until then, I’m learning to breathe deeply. It’s medicinal, I kid you not. ( I have surprised myself sometimes at how shallow I respire. It’s a miracle that I’m still conscious.) Anyway, today I’ll be buying the Thanksgiving turkey, so it can begin thawing in the fridge. I love Thanksgiving. I always enjoy the traditional meal, of modern day, of course. I doubt the pilgrims had green bean casserole. So, while I take in deep breaths, I’ll get ready to head out to the nearest grocery chain store to pick up the frozen bird. My brother will be bringing the pie, and my daughter is contributing the stuffing comprised of apple and sausage.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am.” Sylvia Plath
I was looking through the collection of hardcover books that I’ve amassed throughout the years and came across The Complete Book of Insults by Nancy McPhee. Whatever was on my mind when I selected this, I must have figured it was educational.
Shut your fat gob, you nasty little pile of wombat’s do’s! Monty Python’s Flying Circus “A Bad Conversation With the Queen”
What more can I say?
seventy plus pounds
resounding bark,bark at door
music to my ears
my squiggling pup with big paws
Only dog lovers can feel the joy of an exuberant canine companion. When I adopted my Doogs, I knew he’d not only offer the love and friendship that is part and parcel of a good tempered pet, but he’d give me the opportunity to keep my blood circulating. What is it about a four-legged mass of fur peering at one’s face and watching for any slight movement in body language? Doogs will turn his head inquisitively to listen to my chats, snuggle closer at the sound of sobs, and dance a jig with my laughter. This little (?) guy inspires me to don my Paul Parrots (to those under 50, running shoes) and sprint across the field, which would be a feat in itself.
Everyone is the age of their heart. ~Guatemalan Proverb
In the world which we know, among the different and primitive geniuses that preside over the evolution of the several species, there exists not one, excepting that of the dog, that ever gave a thought to the presence of man. ~Maurice Maeterlinck
This really wasn’t a Sunday drive, but it felt like one. Trixie looked so pleased to be invited to sit in the front seat. We had just enjoyed a girls’ day out at the local farm supply store and did lunch at Sonic.
We must do this more often, girlfriend.