Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Two of the three things I'm making this afternoon: a cherry cheese pie (recipe from The New Good Housekeeping Cookbook) and spider monkey, the second in a planned series of Beanie Baby mutants. The third thing I'm making is bread, which is rising.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
As one looks out the door from the master bedroom onto the upper deck, the fall colors are amazing. And while my friends and family to the north might laugh at the slight snow scum on the deck, this is a big deal here. It is not supposed to snow in October, nor in November for that matter. This may not bode well for what's to come when winter does.
Friday, October 28, 2011
My latest read looking ahead to returning to Hue in the spring. At the time of the Tet Offensive in 1968, Hue's population was roughly 140,000. After, the homes of some 116,000 of those people had been destroyed. Visiting a very bustling city today, you would never know it except perhaps in the eyes of some of the elderly people. On the other hand, you at least see elderly people in Vietnam. You don't in Cambodia.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
I actually barely feel the plantar fasciitis in my right foot, seen here taped for tonight's karate class. I toy with the idea of not taping it, but I'm basically running scared of re-aggravating it. I so do not want to miss another three months of karate.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
It's going to by a shiny box in which I store all my shinies, otherwise known as found objects. First, though, I plan to decoupage it with papers collected on some past travels and find some fun, recycled packaging to divide the inside into sections. A place for every shiny, and every shiny in its place.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
The second sleeve of an Icelandic sweater I'm making for myself. I love the no-sewing-them-together aspect of Icelandic sweaters. Knit one circular body, two circular sleeves, then connect them all and knit one larger circle. Can you tell that I hate sewing the pieces of a sweater together?
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
I get in severe reading moods, when that is what fills every free moment. I started The Fifth Woman yesterday while donating platelets and finished it this morning. Now I've started One Step Behind looking forward to tomorrow morning's wheel alignment. Nordic mystery has sucked me in yet again.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Returning home always means tying up loose ends. Some laundry has been done, groceries have been obtained, and bread is rising. There are still two bags of garbage to take out, sitting on the floor behind me as I sit at the desk in the kitchen. You're seeing what I'm seeing; I just have a wider angle view all around.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Not quite the time I got up for my 6:00 a.m. flight, but close enough. The advantage of an early departure, though, is that I will get home to Virginia before my stepmother leaves Great Falls, and I will be sound asleep before she gets home to Florida. I guarantee it.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Central Avenue, Great Falls, Montana, looking west, toward the civic center. I didn't know they still had front-in diagonal parking anywhere, but they do here. They also have extremely attentive meter readers. We were able to avoid tickets, but one time was almost too close for comfort.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Inside the tipi at the visitor center at First Peoples Buffalo Jump State Park. The kids on the various school field trips there probably did not appreciate what they were seeing and hearing about what it took to herd buffalo (more correctly, bison) miles and miles ending with leading them to run off the edge of a cliff. We adults, on the other hand, found it simply amazing.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
From the north bank of the Missouri River, overlooking where Box Elder Creek flows into the river. With Frank Sinatra singing "My Way," we scattered Dad to the winds this morning. The Subway napkins we found littering the area afterwards confirmed that we'd picked the right spot.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
At Giant Springs, now Giant Springs State Park, Montana. This used to be a huge hill, up which I would trudge and down which I would run with the wind or even stop, drop, and roll. The hill now seems more of a mound, and I did not run with the wind or roll down. I sat instead at the top and reflected upon lifetimes, Dad's and my own, until the others happened my way and I rejoined the here and the now.