Sunday Night? Already?

It was a good weekend, but as always the end comes too soon. I was, happily, headache-free for most of the weekend, but right now I'm fighting one off, so I'll keep this short and mostly photographic.

The little princess would like to snuggle up to her boyfriend, but like a typical junior-high relationship, she lurves him and he rebuffs her. So she sleeps alone.


And a sign of a sense of humor, in of all places an office park:


I finished the second egg for Grandma's gift:


So the basket is just about ready (I still need an egg for the egg cozy). Happy 96th, Grandma!


Thanks again for teaching me to knit (over and over, until I finally got it).

The final news of the weekend is undocumented by the camera (how unlike me). I finally got around to getting a new printer, and thanks to a sale at Staples, and their promotion where recycling old printers gives you a $50 credit off a new one, I paid $100 for a $200 printer. It seems quite nice so far!

And that's about all. The weather was chilly but sunny; the forecast calls for more rain, but then nice again by the end of the week, and how I hope it is so! Almost as much as I hope that this headache retreats. Off to bed. Have a good week, everyone.

Really, Random

I've got a pot of soup going on the stove, and I want to get some knitting done tonight, so I bring you random things I've tagged to blog about. Enjoy!

May all your melt downs be ice cream related. --Graham Roumieu

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(See it for real here.)

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Five:


(found here)

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Remember to stop by on Friday (you would anyway, right?) for the review of Crazy Aunt Purl's book--with giveaway!

This story includes a light-up giraffe yard ornament

In one sense, today was not a lovely day, as there was a sad lack of sunshine, and the little there was this morning is all we got. However, the temperature got close to 60, which was simply charming. I opened a window, for more than a moment, and let me tell you the temptation to put that sentence in bold, or large type, or all caps, is hard to resist. The smell of fresh air, after this endless (and not over yet) winter, was indescribable. Quite fantastic, and to have it only five days after we got close to a foot of snow, snow that is now virtually all melted by the way, is to say Hello, March, you are better than January. Not that that's hard.

I went on a walk this afternoon, to celebrate the weather and the Bruins' matinee win, and as soon as I saw this object, I was glad I had my camera with me.


It's sort of hard to tell, but the light-up giraffe is wearing a Santa hat. Is this a Christmas story I missed? Can anyone enlighten me? (Feel free to make something up, if you can sound plausible; I'm stumped.)

Of course, this may not be my week, because when I saw the sticker on the back of this car, I felt I was missing its point, too.


Not the Red Sox sticker, this one:


Perhaps it's a Jeep thing, and I just wouldn't understand?

Harold was ready for his closeup the other day.


He and Miri are definitely playing these days. And does she love to play with toys as well! I cleared out under the couch today, and had to get the yardstick to reach everything under there. So that's where everything went! I thought the living room was looking less messy underfoot than usual.

In (ahem) completely unrelated news, I am now calling "dust bunnies" "fur bunnies", since the ones I see lately are much more fur than dust. Have I said already that I had no idea what a difference a long-haired cat would make? Wow. The fur, it goes by in tumbleweeds. Simply stunning.

This was not my most successful photography, but the ice on the window the other morning was really lovely.


You know, for a miserable harbinger of cold weather and all.

What Am I Supposed to Not Do Here?

Do not exit?

Do not enter?

Paralyzing...

What's On Your Bumper?

Well, not my bumper, but bumpers I've seen around. This one, for example, I don't even understand. What am I missing? Anyone? Bueller?


I like this one for the snarky tone:


Can you read this one? It's a skydiving company, and their phone number?


800-UGO-JUMP, of course.

This one is not a bumper sticker, of course, but a sign I saw at the John Deere tent at Apple Festival:


Pretty clever!

In conclusion, I would like to say, it's autumn:


And Harold has been practicing his waif look: how can you leave me?