Janel Was Here

Good Morning

The view out my window at 7:30 this fine morning. Well, it's the day the Lord has made!

I took a great pic yesterday. I only had my phone cam, wished I had my real camera! Colors came out all screwy so I used Photoshop to try to make them look like they really were. I love finding primaries. Here's a white moon, blue sky, green tree and red monkeybars. My fav is white snow, blue sky and yellow maple, or blue sky, yellow maple and green pine.

A mother commented that she was glad winter was over. The kids have been sad that winter's over and we didn't get a big snow! But you know what, running around without a coat in January doesn't necessarily mean winter's over. Wait and see!

Blue and brown afghan done!

I declare it done. There's a little more yarn left but I think this is big enough.

The pattern is three dc, two dc in one, one dc, two dc in one, three dc

Pictures of me in my nightgown, posted on the internet

Or not, there's such a thing as shame.
So here's just a flat picture :-)
Very happy with how these turned out. They're the flannel and knit I picked up at the same free meeting as the Pfaff last year, with just a little more $2/yd blue flannel added. Almost free nightgowns...

Heller With a Gun, Louis L'Amour. SPOILER WARNING

Heller With a Gun, Louis L'Amour. I LOVED IT! I acquired it in a pile of books, read it and then gave it away, because I was in decluttering mood and figured reading it once was enough. Phooey that, had to have a saved search on Ebay for a year to find the same exact cover image at a total of $4, and finally did. My kids can declutter my books for me when I croak.

Anyway, this guy's your basic gunfighter character with no background, who watches a traveling theater company head away into trouble with some bad guys disguised as guides, and follows them to save them at the appropriate moment. The theater company includes a gracious antebellum Southern lady whom the gunfighter admires, and she's attracted to him yet with a kind of horror. Her long-time admirer, the theater company manager, can't compete with the animal magnetism going on around here, but he carries his part off as well as he can. They have a couple of showdowns with evildoers and the gentle lady's horrified each time at all the shooting and violence and general lack of manners. The gunfighter's afraid to be around her because he sees himself through her eyes, and at the end of the story, after saving everybody's bacon, he takes himself away quietly in a kind of shame. But there's a young showgirl in the company too, who was the daughter of a westerner, who had tried to help the gunfighter and the gentle lady's romance to work out, telling each good things about the other, sheltering and comforting the gentle lady and handing the gunfighter ammunition when he needed it. At the end, she notices the gunfighter's ridden away, and that the gentle lady and the theater manager are relieved to be at a restaurant in a civilized town again and are sitting down to dinner, and she's like SOMEBODY gimme a horse! Cause she knows which way the gunfighter went :-)

Something good about being 40

Independence in the kitchen :-)
I've finally learned to feed myself.

What passes for a recipe nowadays:
a cube of butter
three eggs
two big-spoon scoops of date sugar
a pile of flour until I felt that any more would definitely be too much
a little bit of baking soda on the tip of a spoon
vanilla, accidentally spilled and then most of it soaked back up with a paper towel
a great deal of chopped macadamias!
... baked until they were done.

YUM! A child said, "These are so good! What are they?"

WYSIWYG :-)