13 June 2025

Jesus SAVED Us!!

It's true! For those of you who need visual proof in the power of Jesus, look closely at this photo. That tiny pitcher on the baseball mound? That is Philadelphia Phillies pitcher Jesus Luzardo. And when my friend Lisa and I went to see the Phillies play the Cubs this past Wednesday, Jesus saved us from losing another game! (And for those of you wondering, Jesus is regular-sized - I took that photo from our seats.)

It's been a rough few weeks for our Phils, but on Wednesday they beat the Chicago Cubs 7-2. And my fave player, Kyle Schwarber, hit a home run which I am sure he did because he heard I was there. 

😂


Lisa and I try to go to one game together every year. We text a thousand times every day, but generally only see one another this one time. We've been friends now for about 25 years, since we were co-workers. She left to give birth to twin boys, and I moved to other jobs. But we always kept in touch. And she is the one that met my niece Amanda ONCE, and immediately added her to our text chain! The three of us are the ones keeping each other accountable in our exercise routines.

Lisa is hilarious just in general, but she is also one of those baseball fans, that knows *everything* about each player. I swear if you asked their shoe size, she could answer immediately. She's also really impatient with them. Whenever they win, she is on cloud nine, but when they lose and/or play poorly, she texts me: "Sell the team." So it was a really fun afternoon, and though it was warm it wasn't humid, and we were under an overhang, so it was especially nice to be out of the direct sun.

Apparently, the person that Lisa bought the tickets from is a regular, and part of a group that are always there for afternoon games. When we first got there, the two guys behind us asked "How do you know Brian?" And a bit later, when a young woman and her friends arrived, she said to me "Are you Brian's wife?" to which I responded that was "that bastard's ex-wife and he lets me have tickets for one game a year." She looked slightly surprised, but I doubt as much as Brian will be when she asks him about his ex-wife! They were all a fun group of people though, so it made the whole game even more enjoyable.

*****

A bit later this morning, I'm headed out to get my hair cut. I'm trying a different place in my neighborhood, so wish me luck. I like the person I usually go to, she is very nice, but the last few times I've gone, she has just been on autopilot, and not really tried anything I want to try. Plus, we are getting to the time of year when I want my hair short all over, and she doesn't want to do it that way so that I don't "look like a man." 

So I'm trying out a different place, which is slightly more money, but if I can get a haircut even close to what I'd like, it will be worth it. 

I just hope I don't go there hoping for a cut like this


And come out looking like this:


*****

This weekend, it is of course supposed to rain at least some of the time. Tomorrow we are headed to the No Kings protest here, but that is our only specific plan for the weekend. Since our weekends are generally pretty quiet and uneventful, we'll likely need Sunday to recover from doing something out of the house on Saturday! We always joke that, if we are like this at our current age, if we are lucky enough to live to be 80 years old, we'll only be able to do maximum two things a week, so that we have time to recover!

Whatever plans you may have, I hope you can enjoy your weekend. Even if you also get some rain, at least a lot of the plants and flowers are enjoying it, right?

09 June 2025

I Think I'm Finally Back On Track

Have you ever had a week where for the ENTIRE week, you are mixed up about what day it is and what the date is? That was me last week. I spent the whole week either a day ahead or behind, or just confused altogether like someone who just arrived from another planet and had only a tenuous grasp on how time works here.

The good news is that as of yesterday, I was back on track, and it's a good thing, because I have obligations every single day this week. This morning was a doctor's appointment, which thankfully was short and sweet. So I should be good to go for this week, having started it out successfully.  I told my brain that I hope it enjoyed its vacation last week, but there was no response. I don't think it likes sarcasm.

Anyway, June is moving along here. In general, I like June - or at least I used to. It was always the month when it was summer, but not SUMMER. Fortunately so far we've only had a couple of miserably hot/humid days, and I think we're supposed to have one or two this week. So I have been enjoying things so far, and even though we've gotten a lot of rain, it has supposedly helped with the drought, so I think I can live with that.


Alfie had a good birthday. He got one of those catnip "kickers" - it's like a tube filled with catnip, that cats grab onto with their front paws, and then kick with their back paws. It was a big hit, with everyone to be honest. And there were kitty treats and some fancy canned food, so they had a good time. I bought a small cake for The Tim and I to share, and Alfie was both mystified and annoyed by the birthday candles. 😊

Not much is going on around here. I was knitting away on a project I'd started a couple of weeks ago, and realized that I had completely messed it up. So I frogged what I had - not a whole lot, but more than 6 rows - and put it away overnight. This afternoon I sat down and restarted it and to be honest, since I know more what I'm doing, it actually looks a lot better. So maybe all's well that ends well with that. 

I finished the first sock of a pair I'm knitting, though I haven't woven in any ends yet. I like the pattern, and enjoyed knitting it, but haven't cast on the second sock yet. Not that there's a big hurry to have the pair, but I also don't want to let it sit too long. I made a couple of modifications and don't want to forget what they are/were. Why yes, I could write them down, but so far I have not ...

I met two former co-workers on Saturday for lunch, and one of them told the funniest story. She said that a couple of weeks ago, she had stopped to get coffee, and while she was waiting to pay, a guy came in that she saw from a decent enough distance that she couldn't see him clearly, but she noticed he was really good-looking. A few minutes later, he got in line to pay for his coffee and she realized it was her ex-husband, who she had a bitter divorce from! So she tried to get her stuff together to walk away quickly before he saw her, but her headphones got tangled in one of those signs next to a jar that asks for donations for some cause or another, causing it all to fall onto the floor and spill the money! She said that normally she would stay to clean up the mess she made, but she just ran out the door. "I dont' think he saw me." Hm. 😂

I guess just being confused about the day and date is pretty much a non-event compared to that.

I hope your week starts out well, take care!

P.S. I have no idea why the first paragraph is indented like it's "special." And I haven't been able to fix it, so there you go ...

04 June 2025

Scenes From A Walk Along the New Part of the Schuylkill River Trail

Hello! I hope you are doing well this week, and that if you are someplace where the heat is showing up, that you can find a well to keep cool. I know I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, when it is supposed to be 91 degrees (Fahrenheit) here. Ugh. 

But sadly I can do nothing about it. Sigh.

In the middle of May, a new portion of the Schuylkill River Trail near our house opened. It's been under construction for a while, and had gotten to the point where you just kept thinking, "Come on, that looks finished, let me see!" 

A lot of my walking takes place on the trail, for either part of a walk or all of a walk, so I was really excited to see what it was. It's lovely, interesting, and at certain times, you can't really believe you're smack dab in the middle of the city! My Merlin app on my phone identified American Robins, Cedar Waxwings, Ospreys, and Baltimore Orioles on my first walk as being the birds providing me with background music. I saw the robins, and an osprey, but not the others. I would especially love to see an actual Baltimore Oriole - it was one of the first "special" birds I learned about as a kid, and it also fascinated me that there was a baseball team with the same name (my childhood brain didn't make the connection that the team was named after the bird ...)

Anyway, this past Monday, I made myself stop and take some photos along the way so I could share them here and on social media, so you may have already seen some of them. But in any case, here are some scenes from along the new part of the trail. I hope you'll enjoy them.

   
We've had lots of rain lately, so you can see that the river is pretty muddy!


See the Center City Philadelphia skyline in this one?

This tunnel means you can walk under Interstate 76 aka the Schuylkill Expressway.

I love the way the bridges look! And they added lights to them, so at night they twinkle and look so fabulous!


Of course, once you get off the trail, and back into the neighborhood on the way home, you remember that you're in the city. But fortunately, our neighborhood is actually pretty quiet - I mean, it's not like you don't hear anything, but for living where we live, it's kind of surprising it's not a lot noisier. The loudest noises are sirens (no surprise there), and one big-mouthed guy who lives on the street and talks at a volume that would lead you to think everyone here is hard of hearing.

So I hope you have enjoyed the new parts of the trail. As you might imagine, it's been getting a ton of use with our nice weather over the past few weeks. Right now, if you started at the southern end of this trail and headed north, you could walk/bicycle/whatever all the way to Valley Forge. (I will not be doing that ...). And there are plans for extending it even more, but like all things related to infrastructure, money has to be found. But in the meantime, none of us are complaining!

*****

The fact that I am writing this post today is a salve to my heart and brain. I had a laptop incident a couple of days ago that made me certain that I had killed my laptop. But so far, so good. 🤞

28 May 2025

Who Knew My Hidden Talent?

Hello all - I hope if you were in the U.S. that you had a nice long weekend. We traveled to West Virginia, and had a wonderful visit. Besides my sister and brother-in-law, there was my niece Amanda and her husband Pat, my niece Liz and her husband Greg, and my great-nephew Zach.  It was especially nice to see Zach since the last time we saw him he was in middle school - and now he just finished his first year of college!

The weather was magnificent - maybe in the mid-70s (Fahrenheit) during the day, and then the 40s (again, Fahrenheit) overnight. So we were able to enjoy ourselves during the day, and then cozy up by the firepit at night.

On Saturday, we went to a local outdoor festival. One of the things there was a set-up of a tent where you could do ax-throwing. Which was quite a revelation for me, I have to say. You got one practice throw, and then 4 "real" throws for $10.00 Well, Amanda and her money are soon parted, and she wanted everyone to have a chance to try. My goal was to at least make it to the wall, and if the ax stuck there, that would be a bonus. Once all was said and done, my practice throw made it to the wall, and then I had three bullseyes! Here is a "highlight" video - I'm first, then my brother-in-law Patrick, then Zach, then my niece's husband Pat. No one was more surprised than I was, let me tell you!

(Video by Amanda - annoying music added by her husband Pat)

Who knew that my [extremely] hidden talent was ax-throwing?? The Tim said it was "very scary." And everyone was telling him that from now on, he should sleep with one eye open!

Zach: Wow, Aunt Bridget, you're a badass!

😂😂😂

20 May 2025

And the Weather Was Good


Friday night, we headed to Citizens Bank Park to see the Pittsburgh Pirates play the Philadelphia Phillies. This is always the game we try to go to, since both teams are dear to us. We both grew up in/near Pittsburgh, so the Pirates were our team, during the Roberto Clemente and Willie Stargell years. They were terrible until they were not, much like they are now. And the Phillies are our team where we live now, and though they are having a good run these past few years, trust me, they know very well how to be a losing team!

Unlike most times we've gone to a Pirates vs. Phillies game, the weather was glorious! It had been a beautiful day, in the high 70s and sunny, so the evening was just perfect. It was really enjoyable to watch the game and not be sitting in the killer sun and humidity, feeling like a pile of dirty sweat.

It's funny though - I still have a hard time cheering against the Pirates. And when we sing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame," I have to remember not to say "Pirates" as well. Proof that old childhood habits are really deep. 

I'm going to one other game, in a couple of weeks, with my friend Lisa. It's the Phillies and the Chicago Cubs, who are one of my other beloved teams, from living in Chicago both as a child and an adult. So I'm looking forward to that as well, though once again, I'll be cheering against a team that I've really liked for a long time. 

Life can be confusing and contradictory at times. But a night at the ballpark is fun and when the weather cooperates, there are few things better than the feeling of cheering on your team(s).

12 May 2025

Laser Eyes!!


The other day on a walk, I happened to notice that the way the sun was reflecting off of my sunglasses, it looked like I had superhero laser eyes, so I tried to take a photo. You can kinda get the gist looking at this, but it was much more exciting in person.

You know, like most things are. 😊

Anyway, have a good week!

09 May 2025

Friday FO Post: Yule See It Every Year

Hello and Happy Friday! I wanted to share a major FO with you, as I get ready to pack it away until cooler weather comes.

You may remember seeing this starting point:


And then when I finished the colorwork yoke, and was proud of myself, I had to show all of you!


Once I got to the point where I had a little bit of the body done after separating for the sleeves, I decided to knit the sleeves next. 

And then, it was an FO:


Project: Yule See It Every Year
Pattern: Yule Do, by Isabell Kraemer
Yarn: Kelbourne Woolens Scout in the colorway Natural; Life In the Long Grass DK Twist in the colorway Wolf Green
Needles: US 2.5/3 mm; US3/3.25 mm
Modifications: I ended up making the sleeves slightly longer than the pattern called for, and added three rows of the green on the bottom of the cuffs, just because I thought the sweater needed a little bit more green.
Notes: I had seen this pattern when it first came out, and had wanted to give it a try, because I do love me a Christmas sweater. But I'd never done a colorwork yoke before, so I kept saying that I needed to wait. Then at the beginning of 2024, I told myself that my goal for the year was to try knitting a sweater with a colorwork yoke. 

Then, as you may remember, we took a weekend trip to NYC in March for my birthday. We visited a little shop in Greenwich Village - West Village Knit & Needle - and I saw the green yarn. Well, it was St. Patrick's Day, and Life In the Long Grass yarn is from Ireland ... and I realized that I could use it for the colorwork yoke in this pattern, so that would be my plan!

I originally started at the end of October with this pattern, but was having trouble with the it (user error, the pattern is actually very clear). So I ripped out and started again early in November. I finished the yoke and realized there was no way in the universe this sucker would be finished by Christmastime. So I put it away for a while. News flash: when you don't work on a project, nothing happens! 🙄

I picked it up again around the end of February, and decided to try and finish by St. Patrick's Day. Knitted on it a bit, and then put it down again. (See News flash above. Sigh.) But then I picked it back up again after about 10 days and decided that my new - and hopefully final - goal would be the end of March.

I finished all of the knitting on March 31! And I was really proud of myself! Then I tried it on, and ... the sleeves were too short. Not ridiculously too short, but short enough that I was worried it would just bother me. So I ripped out the cuffs to the end of the main color, and then knit them longer, still adding the three rows of green at the end. Then I tried it on again, and the sleeves were just right. So that part was finished by April 2. 


I wove in the ends and blocked it, and then it sat folded on my dresser until I could get The Tim to take a photo of me wearing it. Then we got stupidly hot days, all in a row. The thought of even putting it on for ten minutes made me feel sweaty. So the other day, when I was putting away my heavy winter things, I just added it to that. If you want a "modeled" photo, you'll just have to wait until fall/winter to see it.

I loved making this, and love the finished sweater. The Kelbourne Woolens Scout is such wonderful yarn, and I absolutely love the Life In the Long Grass yarn. If I could afford to knit with them every time, I would!

I will likely wear this sweater for the first time next year at Christmastime, just because that was the original intention. But I'll also wear it after that too, since though I'm calling it a Christmas sweater, it's not so in-your-face-holiday that wearing it in say, February, would be weird.

And here are my "technicalities" - 1. Technically, I did fulfill my goal of doing a colorwork yoke sweater - and the yoke was finished during 2024; and, 2. Technically, it was finished by the end of March ... there was just a little bit of tweaking that had to be done after that.

In any case, now I have a new sweater to wear later this year, and it will be one I knit myself! I'm ridiculously proud of myself, and though I will definitely try a colorwork pattern again, it probably won't happen right away. 😃

***

This weekend is of course Mother's Day here in the U.S.  And I've already been told "Happy Mother's Day" about ten times this week, which annually irritates the living heck out of me, because why does being a female automatically mean you are a mother? The Tim says that leading up to and on Father's Day *no one* has ever wished him a "Happy Father's Day." 

I could go on, but won't.

Anyway, if you are someone's mother/grandmother/stepmother/mother figure, I do sincerely wish you a Happy Mother's Day, and I hope you get to enjoy the day and not have to do everything for everyone just because. 

If, like me, you are not a mother and your own mother is no longer with us, I hope you have a lovely, enjoyable weekend, and can spend it doing things you enjoy. 

Happy Weekend to all, no matter who, what, or where you are!

05 May 2025

Sometimes It's Just Dumb Stuff ... and, A Birthday!

Hello and Happy May! I hope the month has been good to you so far, and that if you ventured to the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival this past weekend, that you enjoyed yourself.

I've been away longer than I had planned to be, but fortunately, I should be able to keep up with things going forward. My unintended absence was due to just dumb things - you know, things that crop up unexpectedly and take up your time and then all of a sudden you realize that you have not come up for air, and it's for no really good reason? Granted, I was sick for about three days with an intestinal bug, which was unpleasant, but also nothing I could do anything about. But the rest of the time, I was putting out little fires everywhere, or having to do projects that I had not planned or expected to do right now. 

Annoying, but in the past, so that's definitely a good thing!

Anyway, I've been reading, and planning my knitting, after taking way too long to decide on anything. I think when I'm in the midst of Dumb Stuff, I shouldn't try to plan anything. I also decided on a stitching project, and got the materials together, so all I have to do is get started. I also swatched for a knitting project, and actually after I'm finished with this post, I need to measure my swatches (2 of them) to see what needle size works better. 

The kitties are fine. Milo the Koodle has been on a real tear lately against Esme. He always chases her, but he's been going out of his way to do so in the past few days. And then when you tell him NO, he hisses at you. Jerk.

However, today is a special day because it is Hamlet's heavenly birthday, and Esme's third birthday! When we decided to adopt her, we decided since we were picking her up from her foster home on May 6, that we would just say that May 5 was her birthday. We knew that our sweet boy Hamlet would think it was a good thing for a kitty to have his birthday, too.


I'm making some brownies for The Tim and to have as part of our celebration later, and the kitties will have some special food for dinner. Later we'll have treats, sing Happy Birthday, and Esme will get her gift, which is a catnip taco (seemed appropriate for Cinco de Mayo!).  We are so lucky that even though she still thinks we are trying to kill her 90% of the time, she has improved from thinking it was 100% of the time. Now she will cuddle for a few minutes, and let you pet her without having a heart attack and running away. Baby steps, but good ones.

So that's the latest from here. I hope this week is a good one, and Happy Cinco de Mayo from everyone at our house!

25 April 2025

Furball Friday


Get a load of Milo the Koodle's whiskers! 
They need their own zip code ...

Have a good weekend!

23 April 2025

Easter Weekend 2025

Hello all, I hope you are well, and that if you are having nice and sunny days, you are able to enjoy them.

Our Easter weekend here in Philadelphia was truly lovely. Saturday was a bit warm for my taste - especially for April! - but we had a great time with my niece Amanda and her husband Pat, who arrived shortly after noon. I took everyone on a little "architecture" tour of our neighborhood, to show them some of the interesting houses and buildings I've come across on my walks. Then we headed to dinner at an Irish pub, came home and set about working on our Inappropriate Easter Eggs. 

Sunday morning, we met them for brunch at a restaurant that they have always wanted to try here in Philadelphia (Parc Rittenhouse), but is always booked, especially for Easter brunch. But I was on the ball this year, and called the first day you could for reservations. Then we walked around a bit, since it was an Open Streets day, and listened to some of the live music before they headed back to Baltimore. 

It was so much fun, and the rest of Easter we just hung out with the kitties and relaxed. 

As usual, the Easter Bunny showed up with goodies for the kitties. Everyone had to investigate their baskets, and all of them passed muster (phew!).






On Friday, I'd baked a coconut cake, which turned out not only to be yummy, but came out of the Bundt pan perfectly - that's a first for me! (Needless to say, it is now gone. I also sent a couple of pieces home with Pat and Amanda to enjoy.) 


Our Inappropriate Easter Egg session was a success as usual. Here are some of the highlights.


This egg shows the Blue Origin spacecraft, along with "G. King, K. Perry," and "Why come back?"



The egg on the left says, "Elon, what did you do last week?"
The egg on the right is my contribution, and I'm very proud of it. It's an undyed WHITE egg, illustrating the end of DEI in the current administration's climate.

The next three eggs included one that was sadly prescient. They are shown with the front side and the back side.


The one on the left says, "RIP Pope Francis"**; the next says "Too expensive to be me, with a dollar sign," and, the third says, "First, they came for the lawyers."


On the reverse of these, the left side one says, "Give it a few weeks," while the middle one shows a chart with the price of eggs since 2024, and the third one says, "Thank God." (The Tim loves to tease both of them about being lawyers.)

**Now, before we go any further, I have to tell you that The Tim made the Pope egg; he thought Pope Francis had died when he was last in the hospital (yeah, I know). When we pointed out that he was still alive, he "amended" his egg to say what it did on the back. And then of course, Pope Francis died on Monday. It's a sad coincidence, but The Tim wants to make it clear that he did not kill the Pope. 

So although Monday turned out to be very sad (I was a big fan of Pope Francis), we did have a fun time making these eggs, and giving The Tim a hard time for not being up on current events. (It's like the time he asked a friend how his father was doing, since he had been hospitalized for a while, and the friend said, "Well, you were at his funeral." Sigh.)

So far this week has been one where I feel like I am spinning my wheels and getting nowhere. And last week felt so productive! But I have plans to accomplish something today - a small something, but it still counts! 

I also want to give some thought to my next knitting and/or stitching projects. I've been doing absolutely nothing since I finished my sweater, but I have some ideas so I want to decide what would make the most sense at the moment. And I'm hoping to start a stitching project, since I've been thinking about that for the past couple of weeks as well. I'll keep you posted.

So that's it for today. I hope all of you had a good holiday, Easter, Passover, whatever you may have been celebrating. And even if you weren't celebrating any holidays, I hope spring so far is being kind to you. 

15 April 2025

Book Report, First Quarter of 2025: January, February, March

Hello and Happy Tax Day! I'm not usually too bugged by having to pay taxes, because I believe in public education, good roads, etc. But I'm not too pleased with having to pay for someone's regular golf outings or bodyguards for people who don't need bodyguards. Oh well - I'm guessing that not many of you are pleased about it either, so misery loves company.

On to happier things, though. I realized I'd forgotten to update you on what I've read in the first three months of this year. So here you go, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

A Happier Life, by Kristy Woodson Harvey. Keaton Smith finds herself quitting a job she loved in a company she helped to build, for both personal and professional reasons. And as part of that, she loses her place to live. While she is staying with her parents, her mother and uncle decide it's time they sold *their* parents' house in Beaufort,  North Carolina. But neither of them have been back there since the parents disappeared in 1976. 

Keaton grew up knowing only that this set of grandparents died in a car crash. Her mother would never ever talk about them at all. Keaton's uncle, who is in real estate,  offers her part of his commission if she will leave New York City and go to Beaufort and get the house cleaned up and ready to sell. Since she has nothing else happening,  she decides to do it, figuring it will take maybe a month or so.

When she arrives, she is shocked because the house is like a time capsule  - it looks like the occupants stepped out and then never returned. She meets her next door neighbor and his young son, and a group of women who were friends of her grandparents.  And she finds a notebook meant for her mother, where she has done both some journaling, as well as provided tips for successful entertaining. 

All of this leads you to thinking that this book is just like a Hallmark movie. And yes, that part of the book is entirely predictable. 

BUT - what makes the book worth reading is finding out what actually happened to Keaton's grandparents.  Her grandmother's friends indicate early on that they never quite believed the story about a car crash, and so the reader and Keaton want more info. 

And that was the part of the book that I found fascinating.  Like I said, I found the framing story fine but predictable. But the grandparents' stories were what kept me reading.

The Last Girl, by Jane Casey. This is an excellent mystery. Maeve Kerrigan and her partner are sent to a house in the Wimbledon area, to a horrific crime scene. A fifteen year old girl with her throat slashed, and her mother stabbed to death,both found in the living room. The father, an extremely successful lawyer, in his bedroom, knocked unconscious.  The only survivor is the twin sister of the teenage victim, who was swimming in the family pool and could not see or hear anything from there.

The father has plenty of enemies, and a string of former lovers, so it seems like maybe that plays info things.  But as Maeve and Josh dig deeper,  they become more and more frustrated because the case seems stuck. 

At the same time, gang wars are escalating in London, and Maeve's personal life has her on edge.

There were so many twists and turns in all aspects of the story, that you just have to keep reading. The characters are flawed but interesting. I'll definitely read the next in this series.

When Woman Ran Fifth Avenue: Glamour and Power at the Dawn of American Fashion, by Julie Satow. This is the story of three women who - during times when women weren't really forces the workplace - attained the highest levels in fashion retailing in the famous department stores New York City.  

Hortense Odlum (Bonwit Teller), Dorothy Shaver (Lord & Taylor), and Geraldine Stutz (Henri Bendel) were all women with uneventful upbringing and no real "official" backgrounds in fashion or management.  But each of them had an eye for style, and - except for Hortense - worked their way through the ranks to not only make their businesses successful and well-known, but arbiters of American style.

The book provides extensive background not only on these three women but also the history of these names we know so well. I feel it's ironic that I started reading this book the same day that Macy's announced that they were closing their store in Center City Philadelphia, where I live. The Macy's had been in the original building of the John Wanamaker department store, in a building that is an historic site. It was never as exclusive as the stores in the book, but it was a grand style department store.

Anyway, the stories of these stores and these three particular women were not just interesting but also fascinating.  I hadn't idea about any of them, but reading this book reinforces the fact that though fashion and style are generally thought of as female endeavors and interests, the names we all know are usually those of the men involved. Even Donald Trump shows up in the book briefly, reminding the reader that he has always been a terrible, classless human being.

This book made me sad for the loss of department stores. I always enjoyed shopping and/or just looking around or window shopping there. And having lunch in their tearoom was always such a treat. Online shopping will never come close to the experience. And as an architectural critic said in the Philadelphia Inquirer, the buildings themselves "elevated and dignified us."

A Punishing Breed, by DC Frost. At a small liberal arts college in Los Angeles, the best fundraising officer has been found dead in his office. Detective  DJ Arias is assigned the case. Arias is a veteran, not only somewhat hardened throughly experience,  but frankly, kind of an asshole. The person who called in the murder is an ex-con who works in maintenance at the college, who Arias sent to prison ten years ago.  Arias immediately suspects him.

But there's more than meets the eye happening on campus. The deceased was a well-known womanizer, so a lot of people have secrets to hide. Along with all of the other campus politics that are contained in the small school, Arias has a number of suspects to consider.

The author does a good job of keeping you both interested and in suspense, and includes some side stories that all tie in at the end. She does a good job of making Arias unpleasant, but maybe promising towards the end. 

Having attended a small liberal arts college where my mother was a secretary in the Development Office, I can say that a number of the characters and setting were familiar in many ways.

The Lost Story, by Meg Shaffer. I have to admit that I closely skimmed through the last third of this book. 

Jeremy and Rafe are two close friends who disappeared as young teenagers in a West Virginia forest. When they were found they were I nmuch better condition than when they had left, and neither of them had any explanation for where they had been or what happened.

Fifteen years later, Jeremy agrees to help a young vet tech named Emilie find her missing sister. He has become world-renowned for being able to find missing girls. He tells Emilie that they need to get Rafe to help them too. Rafe has become a reclusive artist,  and has not seen Jeremy for years. Eventually he agrees to accompany them, so they return to the spot where they disappeared all those years ago.

They enter the magical land of Shanandoah (spelled this way for a reason), where they had been while lost.  Rafe was a prince, and a knight. 

And here's where they lost me.  I'm not a big fan of magical, fantasy worlds in general, and this one just didn't keep my interest. I read to the end of the book, because I wanted to see if I'd be drawn in at any point, and how the story resolved. 

So,not my favorite book. But it gets points for recognizing and celebrating West Virginia, which truly has magical places like nowhere else.

Middlemarch, by George Eliot. My husband and I have been taking turns reading this book to one another over the course of several years. We would often have very long stretches of time when we left it to read other things.

But though he has read this book several times on his own, this was my first time, and I can see why it is a classic. The story of the people and times in a small town called Middlemarch is an amazing study of the lives they led and the societal mores of the time. George Eliot has crafted a very long but magnificent work about a group of people who are not necessarily significant to anyone but themselves, making a book about fairly ordinary townspeople of the time one that tells a lot more than a history book can.

Site Unseen, by Dana Cameron. Emma Fielding is a new, junior professor at Caldwell College in Maine, and is leading a dig with some of her archeology students at what she thinks/hopes will turn out to be the first settlement in the New World, previous to both Jamestown and Plymouth. The site is on the property of a family friend that she met as a child through her grandfather, a world-renowned archeologist.

At the same time, she and her husband who is a chemist living in Massachusetts are trying to figure out how to find a place to live that is equally distant from each of their workplaces.

A local Mainer who shows up at Emma's dig site with a metal detector starts a series of events that cause danger and loss in Emma's life. It's up to her to figure out what's going on before it's her turn to be the victim. 

This was a decent read, and kept me interested in the story. I can see myself reading another entry in this series.

The Bookshop of Second Chances, by Jackie Fraser. Not a great book, but a fun enough read when I needed some serious distraction.

Thea Mottram is forced to start her life again when she receives text from her husband meant for his mistress. She is going a long feeling pretty lost when she learns that a great-uncle who she only met a few times as a child, but who was impressed with her love of reading, has left his estate to her. It includes not just a lodge home but also his complete library of rare books.

She heads north to a small town in Scotland, thinking she'll get things ready to sell, return home to England and have some money to work with while deciding her next steps.

She meets the man who owns the manor house where her uncle's lodge house is located. He's slowly but surely repurchasing all of the land and property that his family has to sell off, and is more than happy to have Thea sell the lodge to him. 

His older brother, who denounced his title and inheritance, and who doesn't get along with his brother at all, owns a bookstore in the town. He is grumpy and unfriendly, but agrees to hire Thea to work there, hoping he can be the buyer of her great-uncle 's book collection.

So you quickly imagine where the story will go, and how things may turn out, and yes it's kind of Hallmark movie-ish. But it's way less sappy than you expect it to be, and Thea is more interesting than you expect, so it's a decent thing to read.

A Quiet Life, by Ethan Joella. This is a wonderful story about the connections we have to one another, and how they can change each person's life.

Chuck is a widower, trying to move on after the death of his wife Cat the spring before the book begins. Ella's currently delivering newspapers and working at a bridal shop while dealing with her ex-husband's abduction of their young daughter, Riley. Kristen is working at a animal rescue, trying to figure out what to do since she didn't get into veterinary school, and dealing with her father's shooting death at a gasoline convenience store shortly before the book begins.

How these three lives are changed, and how they each change each other, is at the heart of the book. Their inner lives, and the small actions of their daily lives, are at the heart of the story. It's a reminder of the quote about living lives of quiet desperation.

It all ends on a hopeful note. And it's a wonderful book. My only caveat is to make sure you read this book when you are feeling steady in your emotions.  I reading this when I was feeling very emotional and vulnerable, and it nearly crushed me with it's language and characters.

The Madness of Crowds, by Louise Penny. It's Christmastime, the first one since the Covid vaccines have become available.  Armand Gamache is looking forward to the holidays with his family. So when an acquaintance who is the Chancellor of a local university asks him to provide security for something that seems benign, he accepts.

Except the person coming to speak, Professor Abigail Robinson, has become extremely controversial and polarizing. Having been asked by the government to study statistics from the pandemic, and offer solutions for the future, they refuse to publish her results. Why? Because she has recommended that the disabled, long-term infirm, and children born with certain conditions be dealt with through mandatory euthanasia. 

Now, her support is growing, pulling in thousands at her talks. What was supposed to be a non- event turnsinto a huge crowd attending her talk in Three Pines. Shots are fired during the talk, causing fear and chaos. 

When her close assistant is murdered on New Year's Eve, the hunt for answers intensifies.  Family secrets, national policies gone wrong, and a host of suspects keeps Gamache and his team on their toes.

Loiuse Penny has written not only a good story, but a book that challenges the reader in several ways. It made me feel almost like she was predicting the future of things here in the U.S.

All We Were Promised, by Ashton Lattimore. In 1837 Philadelphia,  a couple of young women become friends. Nell is the daughter of a prominent free black family, and is becoming active as an abolitionist. Charlotte escaped with her father from a plantation in the South. The thing is, Charlotte's father is passing for white, and has a successful business building furniture for the wealthy people in the city. So Charlotte's role is as his housekeeper. 

Things are volatile in the city - the Pennsylvania legislature has declared the state to be a free state,  but with some ridiculous loopholes in the law. Pennsylvania Hall is being built, and when complete will host a national anti-slavery convention.

Charlotte's has managed to make a somewhat comfortable existence for herself. But when she runs into a young girl she knew and loved on the plantation, her entire new life is threatened. But she also wants desperately to help Evie escape from life as a slave. 

And so Charlotte and Nell start devising a plan, and put themselves, Evie, and both of their families in danger. 

This book is an excellent read, and shows what life was like in Philadelphia during this time, as well as discussing the lives of prominent black families. It's a fascinating story of free people, enslaved people, and institutional racism that provided the best of both worlds for privileged whites. 

The story of Charlotte and her father was especially interesting to me. Highly recommended.

Highly recommended.

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, by Agatha Christie. This book is a classic, and was controversial at the time it was published because Agatha Christie did not "follow the rules" of writing a mystery story. 

In this book, Hercule Poirot has decided to move to a small English town to retire. But after a prominent member of the community is murdered, he is talked into working on the case. He asks his next-door neighbor, Dr Sheppard - who is also the narrator - to assist him, as his "dear Hastings" who usually works with him, has moved to the Argentine for love.

I enjoyed this book a lot. The characters, the setting, the occasional humor of one character or another, all make you want to keep going. This is a classic for a good reason!

Beyond Anxiety: Curiosity, Creativity, and Finding Your Life's Purpose, by Martha Beck. I saw someone talking about this book on one of the morning news shows, saying it was incredibly helpful to them to deal with their anxiety. So I thought give it a try.

But I just couldn't keep going. I'm sure that another of things she talks about could be useful, but I just couldn't engage with her writing style. When I got halfway through the book and it still didn't really make me want to keep reading, I decided to just move on.

Stone Yard Devotional, by Charlotte Wood. This is a novel that reads like a woman's journal.

The woman who is the narrator has left her job, her husband, and her life in the city to visit a monastic community in the area in Australia where she grew up. She is an atheist, but finds the quiet helpful. 

Years later, she has moved there permanently,  though she us not technically part of the order. There are three main events shaping her time: a plague of mice, the return of the remains of one of the sisters who had been in Thailand, and a visitor who is someone she knew when she was in school, though they were never friends. 

Her thoughts are taken up often with remembrances of her parents, particularly her mother. She comes to understand how much of her mother she seldom considered or understood as a child or even as an adult, and what she carries with her.

This is a beautiful book.

Unleashed, by Emily Kimelman. I had read a review of this book, and it sounded intriguing.  But although it was a good story with a lot of interesting parts about New York City history,  it was too violent and disturbing for me. And I know I've read "worse" things and didn't blink an eye, but this was a bit much for me to take.

The Last Anniversary, by Liane Moriarty. Having read a few of the later books by this author, I can tell that this one doesn't have quite the same feel as those. It's readable,  and interesting enough, but doesn't have the same "grab you right off the bat" of later books.

Sophie Honeywell is the kast of her friends to be single. She was involved with Thomas, but broke up with him on the evening he was going to propose. He's now married with a little girl,  so when he calls Sophie to discuss something out of the blue, she's intrigued. 

It turns out that Thomas' aunt Connie has died, and left her house to Sophie, who only met her once or twice.  It's on an island off the coast of Australia,  where most of his family lives, and which is renowned due to the Munro Baby Mystery.

Sophie moves there, and becomes involved in everyone's lives, and is promised the truth about the Munro Baby Mystery. At the annual festival commemorating the event, lives collide and secrets are revealed.

I didn't dislike this book, but didn't love it either.  Two books by this author came available from my library holds at the same time,  so I'll read another, published later, next. I'm curious to see if my theory of later books having more of an immediate grab holds.

Here One Moment, by Liane Moriarty. At the start of this book, people on a plane are terrorized by an older woman walking down the aisle, predicting each person's death, its cause, and their ages when it will happen.

The rest of the book is the story of the woman's life, and certain individuals that were on that plane. 

I found the woman's story interesting, but didn't really like her - maybe because I wouldn't appreciate her predicting my demise?

But the book did get me thinking about how people might behave if they knew how and when their own deaths would occur. I for one prefer to live in ignorance, and hope that when it does happen, it will be completely without drama. The story does make you think about mortality,  yours and others'. 

The book ends on a hopeful note, which is a blessing, if you ask me.

The Borrowed Life of Frederick Fife, by Anna Johnston. Elderly Frederick Fife finds himself in a predicament - his beloved wife Dawn is dead, as are the few other people he was close to. He can't afford food, and hasn't paid his rent, so his landlord gives him the news he's going to be evicted.

As he takes a walk along the river he comes across another elderly man in a wheelchair who is dead. Assuming that he is with a group of others who look as if they are on a field trip of sorts, he goes to wheel him back to them. Except he trips, and the man in the wheelchair tumbles into the river and is washed away by the current! 

When he finds someone to explain what happened, they think he is the man in the wheelchair (they do look alike!), and he ends up back at the nursing home with everyone believing he is Bernard Greer.

Fred keeps trying to prove he is not Bernard, but since Bernard had dementia, no one pays attention to his claims and finally he just accepts things. But when it turns out that Bernard has a daughter who comes to visit, Fred is really in a pickle. 

This is a very funny, very sweet book about a man doing his best. It also illustrates ways in which elderly men and women are invisible and/or ignored by most of society. (As an elderly woman,  I already knew this.)

But it's also full of characters who are real people with faults, feelings, and disappointments. Fred exemplifies the idea that we all try our best most of the time, but we need others to listen and pay attention. 

Highly recommended.

Bean There, Done That, by Sandra Balzo. I enjoy this series, especially for a palate cleanser after more intense or serious books.

When Maggy Thorsen gets a visit from her ex-husband's wife Rachel (who broke up her marriage), she's a bit surprised.  But when she asks Maggy to help her prove that Ted, Maggy's ex, was cheating on her *while* he was also cheating on Maggy, it's just a weird situation. 

But when Rachel disappears after her meeting with Maggy and Ted is the main suspect, Maggy feels she owes it to their son to find out what happened. 

A good entry in this group of books.

Remain Silent, by Susie Steiner. This is an interesting book, but kind of grim, especially in the current political environment.  

Manon Bradshaw is out with her toddler when she comes across a body hanging from a tree. The victim is from Eastern Europe, and is in England illegally, doing work on farm, etc. when work is available. 

Though Manon has only been working 3 days a week since returning from maternity leave, she is made lead on the investigation.  

She and her partner Davy are suddenly looking into human trafficking, shady finances, anti-immigration zealots. To add even more stress, Manon's partner at home is finished with pancreatic cancer.

A lot of different things are addressed in this story. Like I said, it's not a cheerful book, but it is a compelling read.

The Wedding People, by Alison Espach. Phoebe's husband Matt decided shortly after their last unsuccessful attempt at IVF, that he was leaving her for Mia, afriend and colleague of both of them at the Missouri college where Matt is a professor and Phoebe is an adjunct. As if that's not bad enough, their cat Harry dies unexpectedly.  

So Phoebe decides she is leaving, and books an overnight stay in a very expensive seaside resort hotel in Rhode Island, where she and Matt once thought they'd vacation.  She only needs an overnight reservation because she is headed there to kill herself. 

When she arrives, everyone else at the place is there for the wedding of Lila and Gary - a week of activities leading to the big day! Everyone - including Lila - assumes she is some friend or relative, but when Lila learns about Phoebe's plan, she is worried it will ruin her wedding.

And so the story begins. A story about life's disappointments, but also the joys. About what you really want, and who you want to be. About how everyone is capable of changing.

This was a lovely book, and not as predictable as I expected once the story was underway.

The Deep End, by Julie Mulhern. In 1974 Kansas City, Ellison Russell is living her everyday life, getting up early and swimming at the country club, making sure her daughter Grace is doing OK, and working on her painting, where she can be herself and ignore the fact that her husband is cheating on her quite publicly. 

But during her morning swim one day, she runs into a dead body - and not just a random one, but the body of her husband's mistress! Things get really crazy after that, and Ellison has to hold things together, especially for her daughter.

With some amusing and also annoying characters as well as some surprising developments, this is not just an enjoyable read, but a reminder that women's lives used to be much different.  And at a time when cell phones did not exist, other ways of finding and collecting evidence were all there was. It's a good read, with a twist I did not expect.

*****

And that's that. I often forget, until I do these book posts, which books I've read during the three months, and how I felt about them. So I enjoy revisiting all of them, because some feel like running into old friends again. 😊

I hope you've been finding some goodies that you enjoyed as well!

08 April 2025

FO Post: Mountain Mama Socks

After posting about re-doing the sock toe on one of the socks I'd been knitting, I decided to see if I could get a decent photo of the finished pair. So here's the FO post for those socks!


Project: Mountain Mama Socks
Pattern: Plain vanilla sock pattern from my brain
Yarn: Knit Picks Felici, colorway Country Roads; cuffs and toes are Fiberstory Fave Sock, Barely colorway
Needles: US size 1/2.25 mm
Modifications: I knit the foot longer than I usually do, because when I tried on the first sock after finishing, it felt too short.
Notes: Well, first of all, I had not really meant to buy yarn, but I saw that Felici was available at Knit Picks, and took a gander. When I saw the colorway Country Roads, I had to buy it, because a) I did like the colors, and b) how could I call myself a West Virginian if I skipped this colorway??? 

I decided to knit the cuffs and toes in the lighter shade, because it thought it would "bookend" the stripes nicely, and I'm pleased with how that worked. The colors remind me of a fall day, and made me decide to put the completed socks away until next fall. That way I'll have a nice surprise waiting for me in my sock drawer (and there's a 99 percent chance I'll have forgotten I ever knit them).

So now I think I need to remeasure my feet before I start another pair. I know your foot/shoe size can change as you get older, so that might be the case. But I'll do a measurement, rather than have to re-knit any future toes on a pair of socks. It's one thing to re-knit if the toe wore out and the rest of the sock is fine, but if it's just because you made the wrong size, that's ridiculous!

*****

I am now in the position of having only one project on the needles, and it's a long-ish term project for the fall/winter. I have a few things swirling around in my head so I need to organize my thoughts to see what I might want to start. Because I refuse to start everything I'm thinking of  and then be stressed out because I have too many things going!

I'm also starting to do a review of my stash. I usually do that twice a year, but for reasons like "I forgot," or "I don't feel like it," I haven't  done it for a little more than a year. Some stuff is easy to decide to donate - I've either changed my mind about liking it, or realized I'm never ever going to start the project I thought I'd make with it. But other things are difficult to decide, because I still like them, and *maybe* I will knit with it? This time around, I've given myself a new rule: If I won't tackle it in the next year, it's getting donated.

Of course, this makes it sound like I have an extensive stash, and I really do not. I've whittled it down over the years with my twice-a-year looky-look. But there are still things that I need to admit are just taking up space for projects that I will just never have the time/brain space/ability/patience to make. So it's time to swallow hard and donate them. In the past, I've learned that I regret it for maybe a few days, and then never think of it again, so I know I'll survive. 

And especially if someone else can enjoy and love the yarn, why shouldn't it go to them?

07 April 2025

The Week of Redoing Everything

Hello and Happy Monday - or not, depending on your weather and your mood. I'm in a neither/nor situation. I'm not excited about it being Monday, and it's raining here currently, which is good for growing things. But I'm also not sad that it's Monday, so you can see what I mean.

Last week was another one of those weeks with something every single day. And granted, some of them were pretty quickly taken care of, but they were all a degree of annoying. So I didn't have a ton of time for anything in long stretches, except for Friday. 

But it was a week when I was determined to finish some knitting projects. And I did, but I also did a lot of re-knitting. Gah. 

First up, the sweater I have been making. I wanted to finish it before the end of March - which was three "deadlines" beyond my original plan. And I did finish knitting it on March 30, which was pretty exciting. But when I tried it on, both myself and The Tim agreed that the cuffs of the sleeves needed to be a little bit longer. Which in the grand scheme of things, is not that big of a deal. 

So I sat down on Monday of last week, and tore out the first cuff, and re-knit it. I was really pleased with how it looked - actually better than the original effort. But I'd used up the brain power I had for my knitting for the day, so put it away to do the other cuff the next day.

But the next day, my Dr appt took way longer than expected, and when I finally got home, I didn't have the wherewithal to concentrate on it. So it waited until the next day, and I sat down, did a first check of things, did more tearing out of the cuff, and re-knitted it. I was feeling pretty darn pleased with myself. And then I realized I had re-knit the SAME cuff as I had re-knit two days before! GRRRRRR. 

I'm happy to say, the next day I checked three times before starting to make certain that I was tearing out and re-knitting the OTHER cuff! And finally, voila, it was completed, and all that was left to do was weave in ends and block the sweater. I'm planning on giving it a good soak and then blocking today, so hopefully it won't take days to dry and I can not just count on the knitting being finished, but the actual sweater being finished as well.

I did a "pre-weaving" in the ends yesterday. Meaning that I left a lot of ends sticking out after weaving most of the yarn into the project. A friend told me that it's better to soak and block something and *then* snip off the final ends, because then nothing unravels. Fortunately, on the few clothing items I've knit, that has never ever happened. But since this was a major project for me, I didn't want to take any chances!

Here are the bits left after my first go:


The other project that was waiting to be finished was a pair of socks. I had finished the first sock about a week or so ago, but when I tried it on, it was too short in the foot, and I knew that my toes would work through quickly, so decided to rip it out and re-knit the end of the foot and the toe. (And yes, I was doing the same pattern, with the same measurements, etc., as always, so I have no idea ...)

The good news is, not only did I manage to get that accomplished, but when I sat down to finish up sock #2, I didn't accidentally tear out and re-knit sock #1. 😀 Granted, that was because one toe was complete and the other had not even been started, but the way things were going for me, it could have still happened. 

So there you go. After having a lot of fits and starts with my knitting in general, I managed to finish some things that had no business taking as long as they did. But I will be able to share them with you soon, once they are ready for prime time and once I have some decent photos. 

I can tell you though, that if for some reason anything else needs to be re-knitted anytime soon, it's going into a time out! 

31 March 2025

Is It Wrong That I Want One?


I saw an article last week, saying that these hats were being worn by a lot of people in Greenland in advance of the visit from the Vice-President and the Second Lady. 

Is it wrong that I want one? I don't want America to go away, really. Just the current iteration of leadership, from the top right down to the local level. They really all need to just go away.

*****

Here we are, on the last day of March. I know that Kym's birthday is here, so best wishes! It's always nice to find another March birthday person. 

Of course that means that tomorrow is April 1, aka April Fool's Day. I have my volunteer gig tomorrow morning, so I hope the kitties are not planning a prank for me. 😊 (Though I should probably be more worried about my own kitties at home, to be honest ...)

Have a good rest of the day, and here's hoping that April has good things in store for all of us.

28 March 2025

Words for the Weekend


Scrolling through Instagram this morning, I came across this, and thought it was well worth sharing.

Have a good weekend!

27 March 2025

Well, I Didn't Mean To Do That ...

Hello there, and happy springtime! I certainly didn't mean to disappear for as long as I did. But when you have two weeks in a row where every day has at least one thing going on that zaps your will to live, you tend to let a lot of things go by the wayside.

Today is the first day in two weeks that I have absolutely nothing going on - no appointments, no obligations, no must-show-up-at-a-certain-time events, and boy is it nice! And I do have something tomorrow, but it is my monthly lunch get-together with my friend Louise, so that doesn't count as part of all that has come before - that's something I'm looking forward to doing!

Anyway, spring has sprung in the garden: 


These little narcissus are a happy surprise for me. A couple of years ago, I bought a small pot of them for Easter, and then once they were finished blooming, planted them in a spot in the garden where I thought they might be happy. And of course within days, the squirrels had dug up the bulbs! But apparently not all of them, because these bloomed unexpectedly, and there are a few others that look like they are trying - so what a nice surprise when I noticed they were there. And it looks like a tulip that was in the same situation is trying to come up as well. Maybe my gardening works better when I assume it's not gonna happen ... 


And my forsythia in the big pot is blooming, which makes me extremely happy! Though I need to figure out how to take care of it better, because it's pretty spindly. I wanted to cut it back last year, but a neighbor said not to, because it would not bloom again. Since she has all kinds of flowers and plants in her garden and is successful, I left it alone. But it's just gangly and spindly, with flowers at the end of the branches only. So time to do some research. (Please feel free to share any info you might have about forsythia - I would appreciate it greatly!)

Of course last night it was in the low 30s, temperature-wise, so I'm not sure how well anything will be doing now ... 

My next project is to get new glasses. I had an eye exam on Monday, and I had taken the glasses with my most recent prescription in them that I had been wearing when I fell in January. One lens got knocked out, and the other terribly scratched. Well, I got a new prescription anyway, so when I handed them over, we realized that not only had a lens popped out, but the frame was broken, and of course not in a way they can repair it. I don't want to give them the frames I'm currently wearing, because then I have no glasses at all - and though the ones I'm wearing have my previous prescription in them, they are better than nothing. So I went to the Warby Parker near us, and found three frames I liked, and brought them home to have The Tim help me decide (they have a "free" try-on program). Then I'll return the ones I won't be using, and drop off the other one at the eye exam place. So theoretically, in two weeks I'll have new glasses with the most recent prescription. Which will not just be nice, but will close out the last part of getting things taken care of after my fall in January. 

And that's all of the news and blathering I can think to share right now. I'm working on laundry today, so I should check on it as I think I heard the buzzer on the washing machine a minute or so ago. 

I hope all of you will have a good day. I'm looking forward to this afternoon, since it is Opening Day for baseball, and the Phillies game will be on TV. It's not the home opener - that's on Monday - but I've been looking forward to seeing how they will do this year. 
Let's hope it's a good season!