Thirsty Thursday?

Well, after the week I have had, I most definitely declare today…

Thirsty Thursday!

After driving to work most of the week on bad roads, with bad drivers.

Studying my brains out.

I am so in need of a break!  And, a nice cold glass of wine!

Thus, Thirsty Thursday is born!

Cheers – and have an nice evening everyone!

Wacky Wednesday it is!

Okay, so the weatherman has discovered Nirvanna here in West Michigan.

However, if you have to drive in this stuff, it is not as much fun!

We have gotten multiple inches of rain, sleet, and snow today.  Multiple inches approaching double digits!

Yeah.  Hooray.

It is so bad that church was cancelled. 

On Ash Wednesday.

If I was Chicken Little, I be really worried about now.

On a more positive note, The Home for the Unemployed may soon become gainfully employed!!

I am not holding my breath…..

…yet.

So now it is Super Tuesday?

Super Sunday followed by a so so Monday and now it is Super Tuesday again?

So, I am calling it for tomorrow – Wacky Wednesday!

Wacky weather – it was raining tonight – now it is sleeting – soon to be snowing.

And it seems we are in for a large volume of snowfall.

Visions of Snowdays are dancing in my head.

We shall see what the morning brings!

As for tonight, I went to spinning and had a marvelous time!  There was a great group there and much fun was had by all.

And there was even some spinning done.

Now -I am getting in bed with some knitting and trying to figure out how really super this Tuesday turned out to be!

Have a nice night all!

Brain Drain

That would be me – drained of my brain…

I had my final on the book portion of my class today.

I hate trick questions – I mean really.  Hate. Them.

Anyways – I got an 88% on my final which gives me a cumulative score of 95% thus far.

I am not disappointed in that at all.

Now starts the hard part.

So, I came home tonight, after finding some appropriate shoes for tomorrow (white crocs… I will post a photo when I have some daylight tomorrow), made myself a bowl of Special K Red Berry, had a yogurt and a glass of milk for dessert and got out Alice.

I plied together the Cashmere/Silk blend I got from Threadbear and the Alpaca that I got for Christmas from Blogless Mary.

A little meditation and the rhythm of Alice is the start of the cure of what ails you.

And, Alice certainly works some magic – the month of NaSpiMoMo really helped me with my technique – both of spinning singles and plying.  I am exceedingly happy with the outcome.  I learned to spin from the fold making this exquisite fiber.  It is hanging in my bathroom drying right now – I promise to get photo’s posted here soon!

Now – in case you all missed it but Project Spectrum #3 Elements has begun – and February and March are Fire!  And, there is some knitting that is burning with the warmth of fire happening here at “The Home for the Unemployed”.  I have a gorgeous blanket in progress – a blanket of Hemlock Ring fame… I will snap a picture tomorrow before the light is all gone.

I also called my local elementary school this afternoon – I hope to be helping there soon….

Stay tuned for more pictures, but I am turning into a pumpkin and I need to get to bed!

Night all!

Super Sunday?

Well, it was a busy day here at “The Home For The Unemployed” – lots of work to get done and lots of reading to do for school tomorrow.

I did find time to read the Sunday Paper, and there was an excellent commentary by Garrison Keillor that was extremely thought provoking and something that has ever since been rumbling around my brain.

I know many of you knit many items that you donate to causes all over this glorious planet.  I think that is just wonderful – but, I think we can all do more – starting with me.

I have kind of been bemoaning my children growing older in conversations with friends.  Just recently I was talking with a friend who is pregnant and we were talking about reading and kids.  I was sad that I no longer (and have not in years) get a request for “Goodnight Moon” before bed.  No one comes to me with “Caps For Sale” wanting to crawl in my lap for me to read it to them.  Now, my girlfriend is also struggling trying to balance work and home and finding time to read to her 3 year old – and she is worried how much more hectic that will be after baby #2 arrives….

Then I read Garrison Keillor’s pointed commentary today.

It has been prickling me ever since. 

Yes, we as a nation, have a large percentage of the population that is somehow slipping though the cracks and they are struggling with reading.  Maybe they have hard working parents who, like my girlfriend, are struggling to balance life.  Maybe they only have one overworked parent, who is exhausted when they return home from the one or two jobs they have in order to maintain a home for their family.  Those children are our future….

And, I for one, am going to make a difference in a childs life. 

Won’t you join me?  After all, I know that knitters “get it”.  In the words of the Yarn Harlot we all understand how one person can make a difference.  We are knitters after all. 

I challenge all of you, gentle readers, to call your local elementary school in the morning.  Tell them you want to read to a child – or a group of children.  Trust me, they won’t say no.  A simple hour a week reading with a child will make a huge difference.  If you don’t like reading – let them read to you!

I challenge you all to post this challenge on your blogs as well.

Let’s get all of us reading to a child.

Think of the change we could make…

  Thousands of sheep, soft-footed, black-nosed sheep–
one by one going up the hill and over the fence–one by
one four-footed pattering up and over–one by one wiggling
their stub tails as they take the short jump and go
over–one by one silently unless for the multitudinous
drumming of their hoofs as they move on and go over–
thousands and thousands of them in the grey haze of
evening just after sundown–one by one slanting in a
long line to pass over the hill–

I am the slow, long-legged Sleepyman and I love you
sheep in Persia, California, Argentine, Australia, or
Spain–you are the thoughts that help me when I, the
Sleepyman, lay my hands on the eyelids of the children
of the world at eight o’clock every night–you thousands
and thousands of sheep in a procession of dusk making
an endless multitudinous drumming on the hills with
your hoofs.

Carl Sandburg

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