Sunday Spinning

First of all. Go, Cubs, go!! Oh, wait, wrong sport.

Go BEARS!!!

Does a Chicago Cub grow up to be a Chicago Bear?  Dumb joke that always makes D roll his eyes when I ask that.

I'm feeling much better today. Thank you for all the well wishes and virtual chicken soup.  Seems it was just a bad FM flare from over-exerting myself on Friday.  Just the usual joint aches today.   Frustrating as we are having weather that I should be feeling pretty good.  74F/23C and sunny.

I took a walk to Sunflower for our produce and tired out about a quarter of the way there.  Grrrr.  Maybe not as good as I thought.  I came back and took these pictures of my neighbor across the way planter.  Looks so much prettier than mine which is full of mud from the pipe leak by my window and cigarette butts from the people above me.

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She's French and I love how European her little area looks.

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She share her fresh sage with me when I ask for a little bit.

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I really need to get my tomato plants started NOW, so the fruits will be out about the time it really starts heating up in April or May.  I love fresh tomatoes.  Did I mention how much I love tomatoes before? Yes. Ok.  I love fried green tomatoes too and I couldn't find any green tomatoes at the store last year.

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I almost finished with the second bobbin of the oatmeal colored BFL/silk.  This is an Ashford blend and I noticed just like the merino/angora/silk blend it has globs of short bits of silk.  I have to stop and thin it out a bit as I go along or makes a good sized slub in my single.  Another reason to have a drum carder so I can make perfectly blended batts.

Speaking of perfectly blended batts, there is a new Etsy store.  Joan from Fairy Godknitter is making and selling wonderful batts for socks.  Go there, but don't buy her totally out, save some for me.  Yet another reason I need to hurry up and find a job, or quit smoking.  I wonder if D would give me my cigarette money to buy fiber if I quit.  It would't be much, I only smoke 2 or 3 packs a week.  But I could buy two of her boxes a month.  Now, don't lecture me about quitting, I've got a rebellious streak over a mile wide.  Every time someone mentions it, I just get my back up.  Besides, if those scary commercials from New York Quit Smoking campaign didn't work, just got my back up by their misrepresentation.  Maybe the enticement of Miss Joan's batts would work.


Mr. Herbie has informed us that he is a big boy and can get his very own little self in and out of the box, thank you very much.

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Daddy Huey giving his young son a lecture.  Of course, Herbie turns around to Mom.

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To prove what a big boy he is, he climbed to the top of the box.  Now, just how will you get back down?  Before I could help, Huey gave the kid a shove right off.  Ouch.  Ladybird swooped down and gave Huey a good peck in the head and a good squaking to.  Herbie was ok and took himself to bed.

The others are all looking the same as yesterday.  I brought Clarice out for a bit and all she did was cry the whole time.  I'm off to make some turkey carcass soup with the vegetables I bought.