13 January 2025

There Are Rules, People!

Hello all, I hope you are well. I hope your weekend was pleasant. Ours was quiet, but it ended with the Eagles winning their playoff game and homemade corn tortillas with our dinner yesterday (courtesy of The Tim), so I'll take it.

Today let's discuss rules. Now, I will admit that I am a conundrum of a person, because a) I love rules and order, and b) I am not good with micro-managers in a work situation, and in general am someone who is highly suspicious of anyone in a top management role (especially wealthy types who are VERY impressed with themselves).  

But I'm here today to show you how something can follow the rules, but still not follow the rules. Even though the only rules I'm talking about are in my head. 

One thing out of the bazillion things that annoys me in the universe is when you go someplace and, say there are streets upon streets of colonial-era houses, and then someone (probably in a top management role, to be honest) buys one or more of the houses, and builds an ultra-modern house there. To quote a long-ago co-worker, it really "jacks my jaws." 

I'm all for variety in a neighborhood, I like seeing different houses and how people fix them up. But I also think that if you live somewhere where 95% of the houses are of a certain style, throwing in something else is just stupid. And believe me, in Center City Philadelphia, where there are a LOT of old houses, people think they are being so creative but instead I think it looks awful. (Certain neighborhoods are protected as historical, but not the whole city.)

Which is why this particular house always makes me happy when I walk past it.


 

Now, you may not like it at all, but this to me is acceptable. This is clearly two rowhouses turned into a single home. And it's modern, but not ultra-modern and when you are walking along this street and see it, it doesn't stick out like a sore thumb, really (even though I have isolated it here). You can see in my photo there is a typical rowhouse on one side of it - I didn't manage to get the one on the other side, but it's a typical brick rowhouse that is actually the same height as this one. So as you are walking down the street (or driving, I guess, I never do), you notice it but you aren't hit in the face with LOOK AT MY BIGGER MODERN HOUSE AMONG THESE OLD THINGS.  It uses red brick, like most of the houses on this street, and so it actually blends in while also being different. 

I'm sure the people who re-did the house and/or live there would be happy to know that I approve of their design, because it follows rules that I think make sense. 😉

Unlike some just ugly houses near us that I'll have to show you sometime. In one case, they tore down an entire half block of rowhouses to build new ones that would have elevators and "dip pools." 🙄 In another case, they took an empty lot and built two ugly "rowhouses" on the corner. I call these two sets of buildings "Ugly" (first example), and "Butt Ugly" (second example). 

Don't get me wrong - I love architecture, and a lot of different styles. But I hate things that seem to have been built to not fit into an area. It really annoys me, and as I have told The Tim on many occasions, I wish I could be in charge so such things could be avoided. Which he then reminds me that I want to be in charge of so many things, I wouldn't have time for them all anyway. Which is true. So I guess it's a good thing I'm in charge of nothing ... because really, I don't want to be top management either ... 

What can I say? I'm full of contradictions.

And don't even get me started on a set of houses built in the neighborhood about ten years ago with a numbering system that causes my OCD to take over. (I seriously at all costs avoid walking past them, and if I have to, I walk on the other side of the street. The Tim finds this more than amusing. Which of course irritates me even more.)

09 January 2025

Final Book Report of 2024: October, November, December

Books helped to save me, especially in the latter months of the year. Not all of them were winners, and some were fine but not great. But reading keeps me from getting too much into myself, and instead takes me other places. And you can bet that for the last few months of 2024, I was grateful for that!

*****

The Grave's a Fine and Private Place, by Alan Bradley. Flavia de Luce and family are still dealing with their father's unexpected death as the book opens. All of them feel cast about in some foreign land. And Aunt Felicity,  their late father's sister, descends on them from London to sort things. Flavia's sister Feely is engaged to be married,  so her future is set; Aunt Felicity has decided that Flavia's other sister Daffy will go to Oxford for schooling. Flavia herself is still in limbo  - she has inherited Buckshaw, the family home, but Aunt Felicity has plans to sell it and possibly send Flavia to boarding school. 

But before anything else happens, she decides that bye girls should go on a little holiday. So with Dogger - their late father's all-around man - in charge, they head to a lovely little river town, where Flavia immediately finds a dead body. And so the investigation begins.  

Without access to her home laboratory, Flavia is forced to improvise with some of her scientific research.  But she and Dogger are on the case. 

This was a little different than previous books in the series, because the family is away from their usual milieu, and the dynamics have changed somewhat with them all dealing with a huge loss. Having said that,  between family members and the other characters in the book, there's no lack of entertainment.  And of course Flavia herself is still a wonderful heroine, though with some more thoughtfulness than usual and new perspectives on her life.

I love this series, and now have read most of them. A new entry was just recently published, which makes me happy that I have at least two more to anticipate.

Same As It Ever Was, by Claire Lombardo. Spoiler alert: I didn't finish this book. I started it with the best of intentions,  as it had been recommended to me by a couple of people. But after about ten of the chapters I decided it was depressing me too much, so I returned it to the library. 

I may try one of the author's other books, but this one was not for me.

A Cryptic Clue, by Victoria Gilbert. This is a well done mystery, though it takes a bit to get going. 

Jane Hunter is a retired cataloging librarian who has been hired by Cameron Clewe, a young, wealthy,  and very socially awkward young man with an estate.  He has a vast collection of nooks abdominal other materials related to classic American mystery authors, and he wants someone to inventory and catalog them for use by scholars.

Jane is looking forward to her work, especially since she was forced to retire when the administration at her university "rebranded" - she wasn't ready you retire,  and still needs a full-time job and income.

When she arrives for her first actual day of work, shecaalks into the library and discovers a dead body! Apparently a young woman who formerly dated Cameron was murdered sometime during a fall the night before. Cameron realizes he'll get high on the list if suspects, and decides to conduct his own investigation,  and recruits Jane to help him.

Jane uncovers many people who had a reason to want the victim dead, and uncover some other mysteries along the way. Including one that at least partially explains her new boss's odd personality.

The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, by Stuart Turton. Aiden Bishop finds himself at a house party at a house named Blackheath. Well, except when we first meet him, he has woken up in a field on the grounds, and in the body of someone named Sebastian Bell.

Throughout the book Aiden inhabits the body of 8 different hosts - some helpful, some despicable.  But his mission is to find out who will murder Evelyn Hardcastle later in the evening; otherwise, he'll never be free to leave.

So he is forced to relive the same day over and over. 

The book's premise intrigued me, but after a while the book did not. I got tired of the same terrible people doing the same things.  I finished the book because I wanted to know who killed/kills Evelyn Hardcastle, but to be honest I really didn't care.

This was a mind-twisting book, and I do give it points for that.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, by Taylor Jenkins Reid. Evelyn Hugo has been a household name and in the tabloids for decades. One of the most famous movie stars of her time, as well as being married 7 times, she's never told her story.

So when a young writer at a lifestyle magazine is told by her boss that Evelyn specifically requested her by name for an article about her, everyone us puzzled.

It turns out that Evelyn wants Monique (writer) to write her biography,  warts and all. Evelyn wants the definitive story of her life to be on her terms. 

As the story goes on, we learn all about Evelyn, and a bit about Monique. But it's the end of their story that is the real reason they are together.

This is a fun, fictionalized story about Hollywood,  the studio system, misogynism, and how hard it was and is for women to have agency. But it's also a story that reminds you that every person has several of their own stories, their own versions of themselves. Sometimes they are not the ones told.

The Lingering, by S.J.I. Holliday. A creepy but readable book. 

Jack, a former police officer and Ali, a former nurse, leave their city lives behind and move to Rosalind House to start over. Rosalind House is in a remote, wooded location, and used to be an asylum. It is now a group community, non-sectarian, encouraging its members to look for "the Light." Many years before, it was the site of a home of a woman burned as a witch.

From the get go, the reader knows there's something suspicious about Ali and Jack. Angela, one of the residents of the community who is trying to prove the existence of ghosts, tries to befriend Ali, without success.

Jack seems to adjust to things much better than Ali does. But once Angela disappears, things get more and more tense.

The ending is not necessarily shocking, but Ali is a worse person than even she seems.

The Witches of Moonshyne Manor, by Bianca Marais. A coven of witches is faced with foreclosure on their house if they don't come up with the money by Halloween. An angry mob of men threaten them, and they have a terrible secret that sent one of their sisterhood to prison for 30 years.

The good news is that the witch who has been in prison, is being released, and the others hope that she will make a revelation that will safe them.  Unfortunately,  she seems to have a condition similar to Alzheimers. And all of the coven are somewhat elderly, so their powers have diminished with age. 

But when a young girl shows up unexpected,  she gives them a reason to keep trying. And through her, we learn about the heist that went wrong and landed one of their own behind bars. As more and more of their secrets come to light, things aren't looking good. 

This was a good read. It's about the invisibility of older women, misogyny, the patriarchy,  and about creating a found family. When things look the most bleak, things also look up and seem full of possibilities.

Walk the Blue Fields, by Claire Keegan. I love the way Claire Keegan writes - she seriously seems to know how to tell a story with just the perfect words.

This is a collection of short stories about various people in various areas if Ireland. Keegan manages to write people in the most real way possible.  They are incredibly imperfect,  often puzzling, but worth your time in the end. These stories are all somewhat sad, but with a bit of humor in turns of phrase that often surprise the reader.

Most of the characters don't have much, but Keegan makes us realize that it doesn't mean they don't have dreams.

Absolution, by Alice McDermott. This is a lovely book, about two women's memories of life in Vietnam in 1963, early in the American involvement. 

Tricia is a shy newlywed,  whose husband is on a work assignment in Saigon. Once there, she meets Charlene,  a corporate wife and "veteran" of life there in a non-military community. Charlene is a mother of three, and insists on doing good for the people there.  She  is determined to make their lives better, but she is more of a 'do-gooder' than anything else. Tricia befriends Charlene's very young daughter, Rainey. The book are letters exchanged between Tricia and Rainey, 60 years later. 

Tricia was extremely young and not very worldly when she was in Saigon - Charlene tried to remedy some of that. But her methods were often puzzling, as was she herself to Tricia. With the perspective of time and age, Tricia can share with Rainey her memories of the time and place. 

Rainey, for her part, fills Tricia in on their lives when they returned to the States. It turned out that when Rainey and her husband moved to a new house when they became empty nesters, they were next door neighbors to a soldier that Charlene and Tricia had known, so we hear about his life after Vietnam as well.

It's a sad but true portrayal of women's lives at the time, but also a story about how misled Americans were about the Vietnam War from the beginning.

The Book Club Hotel, by Sarah Morgan. Well in a shocking occurrence, I didn't pay close attention to the summary for this and ended up reading a Christmastime book before Thanksgiving - the horror! But since I borrowed it from the library, I decided to go ahead and read it, since it would likely be in demand during the actual season.

Hattie is a 28-year-old widow with a five year old daughter who is the owner of the Maple Sugar Inn in Vermont ( Hattie, not the daughter). She and her late husband bought it and renovated it and we're looking forward to a happy life there. But two years ago, he was killed in a freak accident, and Hattie is struggling.

Erica, Anna, and Claudia are three close friends getting to their 40th birthdays. Every year they take a Book Club trip for a week somewhere together. Usually in the summer, but this year it has to be at the start of December. Anna and Claudia are suspicious that Erica has brought them to this inn in Vermont, since it is just not her style. But Erica has her reasons.

This is a book about friendship and hope. And yes, it's a romance but for what it is, it's very well done. The writing is decent, and the story is predictable, but it's an enjoyable read. 

And to be honest, I ended up finishing this on Election Day, so a feel-good holiday happy ending was a good tonic.

Six Feet Deep Dish, by Mindy Quigley. An entertaining and mouth-watering read. I took to looking for something light to read the week following Election Day, and cozy mysteries are comforting to me. 

Delilah O'Leary has moved from Chicago to Point Bluff, Wisconsin, and is opening her own upscale pizza restaurant as the book opens. But on the day of the soft opening,she and her fiance have a huge argument and he storms out. Delilah is concerned, because he bankrolled the place, and her personal funds are next to nothing.

But that pales somewhat when her elderly Aunt's caretaker is shot and killed in front of the restaurant that evening - and even worse, her aunt is holding the gun!

This book had more going for it than I was expecting. Also - don't read it on an empty stomach, particularly if you like pizza!

The Paris Novel, by Ruth Reichl. This book was fairly interesting,  but I didn't really like the main character that much, so it gets three stars.

When Stella St. James' mother dies, she leaves her a sum of money on the condition that she use it to go to Paris. Her mother was a well-known woman with many wild lifetime adventures. Stella is annoyed, because it seems typical that the mother who barely seemed to acknowledge her and then it was to criticize, would demand she do something impractical. 

So Stella, who has created a life of routine and rules, heads to Paris as assigned. After being there for w week and not doing much of anything, she ventures into a boutique, intrigued by a black dress in the window. The sales lady seems to be expecting her. She convinces Stella to wear the dress for an evening, and gives her specific instructions for where to go and what to do while wearing it.

This turns out to be something that changes her life, her whole identity, and her sense of belonging. She is suddenly living a completely different kind of life, with more purpose and joy in it. 

As I said, I liked the book, and it contained all kinds of fascinating information about life in Paris, past and present. I just never really felt like Stella was a person I cared deeply about. But it is a wonderful story about finding your place in the world.

The Golden Spoon, by Jessa Maxwell. This is a very readable story of a show that is a baking competition. Held at the Grafton estate in Vermont, "Baking Week" is hosted by Betsy Martin, who lives on the estate,  is a famous cookbook author, and who uses the income to try and make repairs before the whole place falls down.

When the contestants arrive, they are all nervous and excited to have been chosen. But once the competition begins, "America's Grandmother, " as Betsy is known, doesn't seem to be all that kind and nurturing. And a few weird things happen with the ingredients used by some of the contestants. The addition of a co-host for the show doesn't help things either.  

By the end of the book, let's just say that things are different for mostly everyone.

Good Eggs, by Rebecca Hardiman. Kevin Gogarty has a lot going on. He's lost his job, and has not even gotten any calls about interviews.  One of his twin daughters, Aideen, is causing trouble,and that only gets worse once she is sent to boarding school.  And his elderly mother Millie has now been banned from a local shop after being caught shoplifting once again.

In order to resolve one if the issues, he hires an American woman as a caregiver for Millie. Things go really well ... until they don't.  And wow, the whole family ends up involved.

This is a really entertaining read. The Gogartys do indeed have a lot going on, but they are there for each other, always.

Close Knit, by Jenny Colgan. This book was much better than I expected.

Gertrude "Gertie" Mooney has spent herlife around women. Her father left when she was a baby, and she grew up with her mother and grandmother in the very northern, isolated part of Scotland. She is a daydreamer, and has never quite fit in with her peers.

Working in the local grocery store, she is recruited by two women who were a couple of years ahead of her in school to fill in at the local airfield, checking in customers, etc. One of the women involved is pregnant, and won't be able to work a while after her baby is born.

Gertie has a lot of reasons not to do it (she's never even flown in a plane!), but convinces herself it will be a good change.

Gertie finds that she has a lot to learn about herself, her emotional life, and independence.  She has her heart broken, but rises from it with determination to live life on her terms. And a weather issue makes her realize that she is stronger and smarter than she, or most others, gave herself credit for. 

Instead of being sappy or saccharine, this book told the story of a young woman learning about herself and her place in the world.

The Glorious Guinness Girls, by Emily Hourican. This is an interesting look at the 1920s in England and Ireland.

When Felicity ("Fliss") is sent from her home in rural Ireland to Dublin to be a companion to the Guinness daughters (of brewery fame), she starts a lifetime where she is with the family, but not really a member of the family. From times of dangerous unrest to the crash of the American stock market, Fliss has an inside look at how the wealthy lived.

It's a fascinating story of real people that a lot of us have heard about - The Bright Young Things (Evelyn Waugh, the Mitfords, etc.) - whose lives consisted of house parties, pranks, and lively pusuits of fun, while often not having a lot of interest in the world around them.

The author has researched and written quite a bit about the Guinness family, and the Glorious Guinness Girls did lead interesting lives.

Murder Checks Out, by Victoria Gilbert. This was a much better entry in this series than I was expecting.

Amy Muir is busy as always, what with her job as Co-Director at the library where she works, and keeping track of her young twins. They are currently even more excited than usual, because Richard, Amy's husband and their father has included them in a local production of "The Nutcracker" that he is directing.

But Amy ends up doing even more when her brother-in-law becomes the prime suspect in the murder of a local developer who ruffled some feathers in the community.

The plot and characters here were much more developed and interesting than I was expecting for this book. And set at Christmastime, that was even better!

Have Yourself a Deadly Little Christmas, by Vicki Delany. This was a good start to reading Christmastime stories.

Merry Wilkinson is busy as usual, since it's Christmastime in Rudolph,  NY, and the height of tourist season. In addition, the local amateur theater group is in rehearsals for a musical version of "A Christmas Carol." Merry's assistant manager is in it (and driving her crazy), and Merry's mother, a famous opera singer, is coming out of retirement to participate. But Merry learns that the new person overseeing things- a wealthy woman with her own ideas - is causing friction.

But when a member of the cast is murdered in Merry's own shop, things get amped up to a whole other level. Will the show go on? And will Merry be able to reopen her shop at the busiest time of year?

I enjoyed the story, and didn't figure out the murderer much before Merry did!

The Christmas Jigsaw Murders, by Alexandra Benedict. Edie O'Sullivan is an 80 year old woman who sets crosswords and speaks her mind. As a result of devastating losses in her life at Christmas,  she tries her best to ignore the entire season.

One year, on December 1, she receives a package in the mail with a few pieces of a jigsaw. The sender says that in order to avoid additional murders, she must prove that she "is sorry." 

Edie adopted her nephew Sean when his father and brother were killed in a car crash.  He is now a Detective Inspector with the local police, and shortly after she shows him the pieces,  a man is found in nearby woods having been attacked,  with jigsaw pieces near his body.

This is an excellent and creepy story. Even if you aren't overly fond of Edie, you want the best for Sean, and you want to understand what the murderer's motivation is. As other victims turn up, it becomes more and more a race against time.  And when Sean is kidnapped,  Edie has a lot to answer for to herself and others.

There's a lot of suspense in this book, and the author knows just how to keep you reading.

Santa Clawed, by Rita Mae Brown. Harry and friends are busy preparing for Christmas, but murder takes over. When Harry and her husband Fair return to the Christmas tree lot to pick up the tree they'd chosen earlier, they find Brother Christopher with his throat slit.

He was a member of Brothers of Love, a local religious community whose members have served prison time, and are now devoting their lives to helping AIDS patients, and working at the local hospice. Everyone is shocked about the murder, but when another Brother is killed the same way, it's clear that more is going on than just bad feelings towards one of them.

Harry, her critters, and the local sheriff's office are working hard to restore peace in the community before Christmas.  But a shocking event leads to more secrets than just those kept by some of the Brothers.

Marley, by Jon Clinch. I have wanted to read this since it was published, since "The Christmas Carol" is such a favorite of mine. This book fills in the story of Jacob Marley, who is already dead at the beginning of Dickens' story.

This book us interesting enough. I'm glad I did read it, but I think it spent a lot of time and machinations trying to develop why and how Marley became so awful a person. I really would have been convinced if half of the story of Marley had been told. And I just didn't like his relationship with Scrooge and family. 

I do give the author credit for using the names of some of Dickens' other characters as "real" people in this story - it was kind of fun to know where you met them otherwise. 

But overall, I'd say you can skip this.

A Christmas Murder, by Mary Grand. This was an excellent read. Though there are clearly earlier entries in the series, I didn't feel that it was a problem reading this as a standalone. 

The premise is that a woman named Meera has refurbished and restored a Tudor mansion, planning to turn it into an exclusive hotel on the Isle of Wight. As a kind of soft opening, arrangements have been made for Duncan Fern and his family to spend the week of Christmas there. When Meera has a fall, the main character  Susan is asked by a mutual friend to help out. Since Susan will not be seeing her family, she agrees.

Duncan Fern and family are similar in lots of ways to Rupert Murdoch. When Duncan is found dead in bed, things get really interesting. Power shifts at his empire are one thing, but also - what happened and who may have murdered him? Add in a snowstorm that shuts down just about everything, and everything is amplified.

What I liked about this book was that it took its time, but never dragged. There were plenty of red herrings, and each character had a lot going on. The story took its time, much like Susan trying to find out what happened.  I don't remember how/where I came across this book, but I'm glad I did. 

Well written and very atmospheric.

Bright Lights, Big Christmas, by Mary Kay Andrews. An enjoyable holiday season read.

Kerry Tolliver has returned home to live with her mother after she is laid off from her graphic design job in Charlotte.  But she still feels out of place in small Tarburton, NC where she grew in and where her family owns a Christmas tree farm. When her father suffers a heart attack, she is recruited to join her brother to go to Greenwich Village, New York, to the corner where her family has sold trees since she was a baby.

To say she is reluctant is an understatement,  but she agrees. She's not that well acquainted with her brother Murphy, who stayed with her dad when her parents divorced,  but suddenly she is living with him in a rickety trailer with no amenities. 

The thing I liked about this book was that the main characters were very imperfect, but they tried hard. It illustrated the importance that neighborhoods have in big cities, where each one is like its own small town. Kerry and her by brother Murphy make it work, and come out of it with a relationship.  Kerry learns that sometimes you just need to believe in yourself and take a leap of faith.

Are things sometimes too perfect? Yes. But it's a holiday story, not a meaningful fable about the human condition. Read it how it's intended to be, and you'll be glad you did.

Kiss Me At Christmas, by Jenny Bayliss. Harriet Smith surprises herself by having a one-night stand. But in her defense, she had just found out that her daughter was staying in New York over the Christmas holiday rather than coming home to England and wax allowing herself to wallow in too many mulled wines. She is definitely not feeling like Christmas this year.

But she wakes up fast the next day when she finds that a group of her [high school level] students have broken into a nearby abandoned theater. And the owner, a wealthy woman, is ready to press charges. That is, until her lawyer - who turns out to be Harriet's one-night stand! - talks his client into a compromise. Harriet's and her students are to clean up the place and put on a production of "A Christmas Carol." The woman thinks it will make the property more attractive to potential buyers. 

So now, Harriet has even more stress. Can she rely on her students?  Will they be able to pull it out in such a short time? What about the lawyer, who is tasked with keeping things going?

The story is well-done. It's not too sappy, not completely unlikely,  and predictable but not boringly so. I enjoyed this book.

The God of the Woods, by Liz Moore. When Barbara Van Laar disappears from her family's camp in the Adirondacks, everyone is reminded of her brother Bear's disappearance years before. Her very well-to-do family seems to be pulling out all of the stops to find her, as they did years before for her brother. 

But this book is as much about the gulf between rich and poor as it is anything else.  The Van Laars wield power with their money and their pedigree, and it gives them the ability to completely control any narrative that involves them.

The people who work for them, and the people in the town near their summer camp home, are more or less dismissed as unimportant other than how they can serve the thyfamily's purposes.

When investigators start digging into Barbara's disappearance, they start to learn as much about those involved in the previous investigation as they are learning now. And there's a lot to uncover.

This book keeps you guessing,  makes you angry at what wealth can do compared to what most people have available to them, and it also makes you appreciate Barbara's behavior when you learn how her family views her. 

A good story, well-written.

*****

I'm looking forward to the books that await in this new year. Some will be things I have just never heard of, that were discovered by serendipity, which is one of my favorite things. Others will be ones that are new, or that others are already familiar with. But I know they are waiting for me to find them and pick them up. I hope we'll be able to make friends.

06 January 2025

The Twelfth Day of Christmas

Here we are at the last/twelfth day of Christmas, which is also the birthday of our sweet Dug (well, it's the day we officially adopted him, so we assigned it as his birthday). So before anything else, Happy Birthday, Duggie! We miss you and still love you more every day. Tonight we'll drink a toast to you.

Our Christmas Day was a nice, lovely, relaxing day. The kitties enjoyed having us home all day and hanging with them.

Pip

Esme

Milo 

Alfie

Lots of presents for everyone to be opened!

Our tree, after Santa left kitty stockings and gifts under it!

Just hanging out and exploring


Alfie was the first one brave enough to check out the Christmas tent. It took him about 10 minutes to figure out how to get in (yeah, I know) and then he took even longer figuring how to get back out. (We're not hoping for him to become a Rhodes Scholar, so it's all good.)

Everyone seemed very happy with their gifts, including those sent in the mail. We talked to some family and heard about their celebrations. We ate and drank a lot of good things, and listened to Christmas music and it was a nice, long, enjoyable day.

*****

Then, there is another thing I wanted to show you, related to the holidays. About two blocks from our house is a small park called Fitler Square. It's a lovely place with benches, trees, flowers, and though smaller than some of the other squares in the city, it's beloved by the neighborhood. 

Well, a local group, the Philadephia Drunken Knitwits, received permission this year to "dress" the sculptures in the square in festive attire! 

The Ram

The Bear

The Pup

I have the feeling a lot of people missed this little guy - he's behind a fence. But if you look at the bear sculpture above this image, there's a small white spot behind the fence - that's this pup!

The Turtles

Isn't this great? It really made people smile, and as you can probably imagine, a lot of the kiddos who come to the square with their parents or daycare groups were excited to see the animals dressed up for the holidays! It got a lot of local and national media coverage, which was nice, especially since Fitler Square is not that well-known, even by people in the Philadelphia area. 

The group "undressed" everything yesterday, but I'm wondering if they will do it again next year, since it was so well-received. 

I can say for myself that every single time I walked through the square, seeing this made me happy.

*****

So far, 2025 has been good - all six days of it! But you have to take it when it's there, right? And since January 6 has become such a sad date in our history, it's nice to think there are still good things to celebrate about it. So I hope your day treats you well, and let's all keep our fingers crossed for the coming year. 

Because ... well, you know.

03 January 2025

Last FO of 2024: Tim's Ribbed Hat

Hello everyone, and Happy New Year! I hope that so far, 2025 is behaving for you. I have no complaints (other than my usual complaints, which are more than enough) so far. 😊

I wanted to share my final FO of last year with you, and tell you a story about a conversation that was had when it was gifted. 

Anyway, do you remember that a couple of months ago, I finished this hat for myself? Well, after I finished it, I had quite a bit of yarn left over, and considered that maybe I could reverse the colors and make one for The Tim. The yarn is merino wool and cashmere, and so it would be a nice Christmas gift. At the time, I was doing a bunch of other things, so it was a bit on the back burner.

Then at the beginning of December, I decided to cast on and see how things went. If it didn't get done for a Christmas present, I'd give it to him for Valentine's Day. So I would knit on it every couple of days, and since it's a hat, and not very complicated at that, it was finished in time for Christmas!


Project: Tim's Ribbed Hat
Pattern: Classic Ribbed Hat, by Purl Soho (large adult size)
Yarn: Purl Soho Cashmere Merino Bloom, colorways Red Mulberry and True Turquoise
Needles: US 3/3.25 mm
Modifications: None

Here's the story part:

The Tim (opening gift): Oh wow! A hat just like Greg and Preller have (two spouses of two nieces who received Musselburgh Hats in the past)!

Me: No, that's not a Musselburgh Hat. When I asked you if you wanted one, you said you had one, even though I have never made one for you.

The Tim: Well then what is this hat? [Tries it on, "Oh this is soft!"]

Me: It's like the hat I made for myself a couple of months ago, but the colors are reversed. It's extra soft because the yarn has some cashmere in it.

The Tim: So we're going to match?

Me: No, not exactly. My hat has the same colors, but reversed from yours.

The Tim: Oh, OK. Well this is nice. [a minute or two passes] Maybe next year I'll get a Musselburgh Hat then.

Me (in my brain): *^%#$%^&*(

To his credit, he did say that it was good timing since the hat he has been wearing it "all stretched out" (because he PULLS at it!), and he has been happily wearing it. And he really loves anything I knit for him.

But after having a whole conversation months ago about whether or not he wanted a Musselburgh Hat, and him saying no, even though he thought he had one but he doesn't ... 

So next year for his BD or for Christmas, I guess I know what to make for him!

31 December 2024

Goodbye to 2024


Well, we made it. Another year is getting ready to end, and if we are lucky, all of us will wake up tomorrow morning in the next one. But we survived all of the good days, bad days, accomplishments, and disappointments, so congratulations.

Even when a year has been crushing, I try to remember the good things, no matter how small, because I think every year deserves that. 

In 2024, everyone in our house woke up every single day. We were able to live our lives, no matter how boring or mundane it may have seemed - to us and to those looking in from the outside. 

 We laughed when things were funny (OK, and often when they shouldn't have been). We were able to take some small trips, and we got together with family members and laughed ourselves silly. We rejoiced when Kamala Harris was nominated to be the next President, and we commiserated when she didn't win.

We spent time watching the birds and squirrels in the garden be silly, and bird-y and squirrel-y, petting every dog possible (OK, most of the time that was me), saying hello to every cat in the window when we walked by (OK again mostly me). 

We drove each other nuts, and annoyed the heck of out each other. ("Koodle, stop peeing everywhere!''), and at least where the cats are concerned, we had the scratch and bite marks to prove it. We hurt each other inadvertently, and tried to be more considerate after. 

We fixed up some things in our house, and as a result also spent a lot of the money we had saved. We gave Alfie many chances to prove his worth as both a work foreman (forecat?) and snoopervisor. We made the others hide a lot of the time as a result of these fixes, since strangers were coming in, doing noisy and terrible things, and likely would have killed them if they could have. (Certainty there on their parts, not ours.) We got two new trees, which will hopefully thrive and long outlive all of us.

We complained, we snarked, we rejoiced, we cried. We kept our mouths shut, except when we didn't.

We stayed together as our little family unit, always happy that we could do that, and we hope that will continue as long as possible. Because of course nothing is certain.

Basically, it was a year like most. But as time goes on, it becomes more treasured. Being able to live a quiet, happy, safe life, all of us together, makes every year a good one.

Here's hoping that 2025 grants us all of that, at a minimum.

Enjoy. Celebrate. Live. Enjoy.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat. 😉

Happy New Year from me, The Tim, Pip, Milo, Alfie, and Esme! All of us sincerely wish the best for you and yours.