A word on massagers.

First of all, get your minds out of the gutter.


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Second, Smokey found this, in case anyone wants one more or less like his.

Third, for =Tamar: how to apply pressure without straining arm muscles. He wedges his — against the bed’s headboard, against the back of his chair, against the dog — and leans against it. Experimentation is the key.

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Trivia FTW!

Another local trivia night, this time a fundraiser for a local charity, was held a couple weeks ago. I got myself and a couple friends on a team, and we won! Go, team!


Bald gentleman at left is father of Scotty and Kiera The Teenage Helpers. Blonde woman at lower right is candidate for local judge’s seat. The MC is the state assembly candidate for whom I was treasure last year. It’s a small world here in rural America.

The contest was a lot of fun, as always, and every one of us on the team made a significant contribution. The best part was the trophy and the prize. The winner of the first trivia night awarded the *trophy*, saying, “In order to win, you have to know a lot of shit!”


The prize was a $1,000 contribution to the winning team’s charity, which in our case was the local humane society. Yay for the puppehs and kittehs!

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Gravity. Again.

The day Smokey had his surgery was a long one. We had to get up at 5am in order to get to the hospital in St Paul on time, then I stayed at the hospital all day until he was installed in his room after the surgery and recovery. Later I had dinner with Younger Son before driving back to Wisconsin.

I attribute my tripping that night over the dogs’ water dish — which has been in the same place for at least ten years — to being overtired. I caught my toe on it, stumbled forward to *attack* the table next to my knitting chair, then *attacked* the chair itself. Too tired to clean up the mess, I left it until the next day… which meant I could photograph the scene and share it with youse guys.


Every one of my knitting tools — stitch markers, row counters, scissors, the whole lot — spilled. And then I knocked over my rocking chair.


All was not lost, though. This is exactly how my glass of wine landed.

All’s well that ends well.

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Knitting: a handy hobby.

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Smokey has a massager similar to this except that his has a motor in the shaft so that the tip of the crook vibrates. He has been using it on his knee in a sort of acupressure-ish way to relieve pain temporarily. But the curved part of his is metal, hence, hard and cold. He asked if I could make something to cover it.



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It’s a cable.

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Your cat needs one of these.

Need a pincushion?


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This is the link I omitted on Saturday: You have barked up the wrong bitch.

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Bits and bobs.

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It was surprising to me how many readers have family stories that involve a stuffed animal. Ninlouise’s story made me LOL. I guess those fluffy little critters are really important to us.

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I have kinda sorta resisted knitting cowls and shawls. I came late to the party, not really liking them for a long time, and them lamenting that they are a style… and things go out of style. All my hours of knitting them would become obsolete. But a few days ago a lightbulb went off above my head, and I thought. When they go out of style I can unpick the bind off and reclaim the yarn for something else! Whee!

Such is the value of handknits 🙂

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“You had a core of college-educated, sophisticated people who made good livings working right downtown at the corner of Broad and Main Street, and more importantly, in some ways, their wives — remember this is ’40s, ’50s, ’60s and into the ’70s — their wives typically didn’t work at a career-type job outside the home. They threw themselves into the town. So they did hospital benefits, they did benefits for preserving the old Antebellum homes in Lancaster, they did vaccination drives, they made sure the sidewalks got repaired, the streets got paved, they attended city council meetings. This was a core of civic leadership.”

Now that the majority of women work outside the home, plus the fact that they still bear the primary burden of housework and child-rearing — and let’s not even mention the extra burden of perhaps being a single parent — that civic responsibility is increasingly borne by we gray-hairs. And who is less visible than women of a certain age?

“You have barked up the wrong bitch.”

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This morning’s exchange:

Me: Let’s go out there and change the world!

Smokey: Okay! Can we bring the dogs?

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We have been watching an enjoyable, new-to-us series on Netflix: Leverage. The premise is that a disillusioned insurance investigator, played by Timothy Hutton, puts together a team of crooks to do the Robin Hood thing. He gets together a grifter, a thief, a former special forces guy, and a hacker. They come up with fantastically creative schemes to right wrongs and compensate those who have been cheated, defrauded, or generally screwed by The Man. Lots of comic relief, quirky characters (Parker the thief is particularly delightful, as is Hardison the hacker; Spencer the special forces guy is hunky), and plots that pull in the viewer. Happily, it ran for five seasons; sadly, the most episodes in any one season was 18.

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Three days ago this driveway was covered with 1-3″ of glare ice. When I backed down the hill a bit too fast and touched the brake, I slid about ten feet. What a difference a couple days of 60˚ weather can make…

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But the ice is not all gone. Happily, this patch is on level ground. The brown tracks are where I drove over it before backing up to take the  photo.

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Bumper stickers observed recently:


I have no idea.


Observed at the McD’s drive-through.

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Just in case you had trouble reading the stickers in the photo above. Yes, we grow ’em tough here.

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Nervy links.

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Happily, cabin fever in Wisconsin and Minnesota, while it certainly exists, is not quite this bad. via martinimade.com

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“Law enforcement agencies in the United States consider anti-government violent extremists, not radicalized Muslims, to be the most severe threat of political violence that they face.” also via martinimade.com

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Our hero.

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Younger Son having fun with his camera and imagination.

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It’s VVV Day!

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Hearts appear in unexpected places.

Cardinals in love.

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Swans in love.

Have a heart.


Celebrate love with whomever you choose, just celebrate!

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Knitting cotton.

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Knitting hot tips for knitters like me who use circs for everything. All of the tips.

Are you part of the #yarnlovechallenge on Instagram?

lv2knit, this one’s for you!

Milliners to the Resistance!

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