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The Dog is sadly not working out.  Turns out the rescue foster left out quite a few Details regarding her breed, temperament, Destructive behavior, and a whole lot of biting.  We have let the rescue place know we are not a good fit for this particular Dog and while I am partially heartbroken that this just Didn’t work out, I am also relieved.  It was going to be a very long haul on the re-training and I Don’t think I have the spoons for it.  We are sending her off with many belly rubs and ear scritches when she lets us.  I’m so sorry, Roxie.

Everything Else is kind of on a standstill.  There hasn’t been any baking yet, or card-sending, but today I actually got out to buy a few stocking stuffers to supplement the Amazon Extravaganza that has been my shopping so far.  It’s like my December planning and Executing has been floating in the stratosphere waiting for me to beckon it onwards, but I’m not able to throw myself into it until puppy situation is straightened out.

Finally, I am Furiously knitting my Fingers down to nubs, as there are still FIVE presents in various stages of Finishing to be done.  And this dog likes to steal and eat yarn.  (No, I swear that is not the reason why she has to go.)  Food planning of the cookie type has to happen this weekend or I am going to be in big trouble and there is to be no FREAKING out around here.

oh, yesssss......

oh, yesssss……

  

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ABC

A: I haven’t been doing much of Anything.  There’s been a ton of knitting for Giftmas going on, what with the family next door, my own three, my two besties, And A couple of other Assorted folks here and there.  The knitting must take place with a movie or really good series, And so far I’ve been immersed in the Netflix, watching The Forsyte Saga And Call the Midwife.

B: Besides the knitting, there has Been the planning of the Baking.  We have to have the traditional items of course, But there’s always something new I get into my craw and I won’t Be content until I’ve had a tussle with it.  I’m tinkering with the idea of a chocolate cake roll, along the lines of a Buche de Noel, But not nearly as stroke-inducing.

C: Christmas, Carols, Cookies, sugar Comas, Coupons, and Cleaning.  That sums up what’s looming on my radar, but it’s okay because there will only be the four of us this year.  We are not having any sort of open house party because…

D: We got a Dog.  A one-year old puppy named Roxie and right now it’s all about the training and the rules and the teaching and the schedules and I cannot possibly introduce a house full of people on top of that.  I’m nervous enough about bringing in the tree.

Thank you to those who ordered my gift labels from my Etsy shop, Inkytags.  Your feedback was greatly appreciated!

This is SO how I feel.

This is SO how I feel.

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On Reflection….

I took some photos of our Thanksgiving table so you could see how ridiculous it looked considering only four of us were at the feast.  I had a lovely centerpiece with pumpkins, a pilgrim figurine, and a whimsical birdhouse; there were two different kinds of cranberries this year; the wine was ruby gems in liquid form; the tablecloth was a lovely muted autumn plaid.

I uploaded the photos to my computer.  And then, I did something I have never done before.  When the little message popped up “would you like to delete the originals from the camera?” I said yes.  I had so many pictures on that little camera and it scrolls through so slowly, I decided I should tidy things up.  I imported so many pictures!  I deleted so many pictures!  And now I can’t find them on the computer ANY. FREAKIN’. WHERE.

Gnashing of teeth.  Forceful expelling of breath.  Scrolling through existing photos, thinking perhaps it’s randomly shoved into the middle of our England trip, or two college graduations, or a wedding, or our cruise, or…..

And I discovered it doesn’t matter that I can’t find them right now.  I had a plethora of pictures and memories to float through that were distracting me from the gnashing teeth and I found myself smiling rather than cursing.  I know those photos have to be here  but they don’t need to be here right now.  So I can’t blog about it, big deal.  There are more and more memories waiting to be made, and more and more memories I can look back on and be present in that moment.

In the meantime, I continue to make tags for my little Etsy shop, knit on my Christmas presents, and be very grateful that my husband secured a job.  And with that, I leave you with this:

Ralph was special

Ralph was special

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Well, I Did It

I opened an Etsy shop.

I WOULD SINCERELY LOVE SOME FEEDBACK.  That’s it, just some feedback if you are so inclined.  I am very open to suggestions and criticisms regarding this tiny new venture.

If you accept this mission, here is the link:

https://www.etsy.com/shop/Inkytags?ref=hdr_shop_menu

In the meantime….

In case you're feeling munchy

In case you’re feeling munchy

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Monday Moments

  • Wrapping myself in a radiator-heated towel after my shower.
  • Taking my first sip of piping-hot tea.
  • Starting the laundry.  (I’m one of those weirdos who truly enjoys doing laundry.  Sue me.)
  • Watching the birds fly about the feeders, beating the squirrels at their own game.
  • Planning a new dish for dinner tonight.
  • Enjoying the background buzz in my head for a new project I’m considering.
  • Reading creative blogs.

If you’ve noticed a lack of sarcasm around here lately, it’s because I’m pretty much a homebody since I stopped working, and with no people around to stimulate my sarcasm bone, it’s fairly tame.  I try watching the news but that just drives up my blood pressure which squishes all the sarcasm out and brings up the sputtering rage.  And nobody needs to hear that.

So I did see something yesterday.  I was waiting at the deli counter to buy the sliced meats that Family loves to slap between bread and watching the numbers get called.  (And really, why aren’t more things in life like a deli counter?  Its choices are clearly arrayed before you and everybody takes a number and waits patiently.  Just think how many things could be improved by that system!  The mind boggles.)  One smallish woman with her raincoat clutched firmly about her was hovering near the edge of the counter trying to catch the eye of the deli workers.  They’re smart, though; they are too tall to make eye contact and too used to shenanigans like that to pay any notice.  When number 46 was called, Smallish Woman clutched her ticket and said she was number 44 and she “didn’t hear” them calling her and she wanted to be waited on now.  Number 46 was a tall young woman with a knitted hat and matching knitted Ugg boots (and it really wasn’t that cold out but I digress…) who looked her up and down, then said clearly “So that’s how it works?  We all wait here patiently for our numbers but you go shopping and expect to be waited on whenever you’re ready?  Really?”  She looked about at the rest of us.  “Really?”

Smallish Woman ignored her and started placing the order she wanted.  Youngish Woman looked at the deli workers with a wide, pearly, are-you-really-going-along-with-this smile, and we all waited to see what would happen.  Secretly, I admired the chutzpa of the Youngish Woman because how often do we find ourselves in those situations and think those things but never say them?  She just came right out with what she felt.  I could never do that.  First of all, I’d turn beet red, then I’d choke on my words, and I’d end up looking like an enraged harpy instead of a cool customer mildly stating the facts.

Luckily, two deli workers were free at the same time and addressed both women, and the incident was no longer an incident.  Youngish Woman ordered two items, thanked the men, and left, glancing once more at Smallish.  Smallish still ignored everyone about her, squeezing between people and carts to see all ends of the deli counter as she deliberated if she wanted a quarter pound or a third pound of liverwurst.

I was number 48, and Smallish was still going strong, ordering quarter pounds of cheeses at this point.  I looked over at her and whatever sympathy I might have had for her missing her number and being called out on it went right away: Smallish looked at her list, ticked off her items, then crumpled her list and threw it on the floor.  Dealbreaker. You’re a public mess-maker?  You lose all your sympathy points.

I have no clue what this story might mean to you, nor why I chose to write about it except my life isn’t too exciting lately and I have to seize the moments where I can.  Hubby is working again though as a “consultant” which is a fancy way of saying “we’ll send you all over the place but no benefits” so he’s actually on another interview today which might involve International Travel.  My parting wisdom to him was if they offered him a job it can only be to countries that offer outstanding chocolate and yarn for sale.

The helpful spouse, that’s me.

Must remind myself of this quite often.

Must remind myself of this quite often.

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Tuesday Thoughts

It’s been a busy fall which should mean tons to write about, but other than election crap there has been zero motivation. I’m not doing the whole write a novel in a month thing again, nor am I attempting to knit a sweater in a month, either. It’s enough that I still have five more Christmas presents to knit, yeeeesh.

Instead you get the ever-popular bullet list!

  • Weddings fascinate me because it’s not only a microcosm of what family means to others, but how the actual “wedding” has changed over the years.
  • I still get jazzed over marching band competitions.
  • Putting my foot down in a gentle(ish) way about a social engagement I don’t want to do is easier the older I get.
  • Squirrels are buttheads.
  • I’m getting the itch to make Christmas cards again.  But I must do all the knitting first.
  • I like cooking.
  • And baking.
  • And eating.
  • I changed my twitter tagline.  I like it.
  • I think I spend a lot of time on my iPad, which I’m sure will just shock anyone who knows me.
  • Thanksgiving will be either really good or really bad for reasons, and I’m not sure how I’ll handle the latter.
  • when a puppy licks your face, magic happens.

and now, an old favorite:

*snort

*snort

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Lord-A-Mighty, Feel My Blood Pressure Rising

And I don’t even care for Elvis Presley, but that shows you how the right song in the right situation crosses all divides.  Or something like that.

I went to a retirement party for a lovely woman I taught with.  She has taught kindergarten for over thirty years, and commuted an hour and a half from Pennsylvania into New Jersey every day.  She stayed late to work, stayed late for meetings, came back on weekends to support community events, and was a cherished and valued member of the school community.

She was treated the same shabby way I was in that district.  Someone in the administration gets a wild hair that a teacher (usually tenured and a natural group leader) is detrimental to the American way of life and Must Be Dealt With Immediately.  Public humiliation, gossip, relocation without notification, suddenly terrible observations without any supporting documentation, a warning to all new (non-tenured) teachers forbidding them to consult with her… the mind boggles.

This is a district where the Board of Education declares sorrowfully that there’s nothing they can do about inappropriate behavior by administration because “their hands are tied.”  A teacher who takes more than six and a half of their allotted eleven sick days is automatically graded as “ineffective.”  Why?  Because it makes the district look bad.  To whom?  The board shakes their heads and mentions the tied hands.  An administrator puts a sign-up sheet for a “volunteer” faculty meeting at 3:30 on Friday, October 31, then takes away a prep period for those teachers who did not stay.  Hello, board members?  This is harassment.  “What can we do?  Our hands….”  Screw your hands.

There is so much information out there regarding the massive reform-in-education movement; read Diane Ravitch if you want a good start.  My understanding from what I’ve observed is teachers have become a target to distract from what’s really happening: a takeover to shake up the promise in America of a good, free public education to all citizens and turn it into a class-system of education where only the privileged few may explore a thorough education of their choosing while the vast majority become limited in their scope of understanding to become compliant and unquestioning workers.  We are moving away from a democracy when the educational advantages of learning and opening minds is throttled by those who see only a financial outcome bettering their own lives.

I don’t know how, but I am convinced that these sanctimonious and smug overlord-wannabes will be failing soon, but not before they’ve inflicted a serious wound on the public education system.  And how do I come to this conclusion?  I read my history, one of the courses that reformers want to remove from the curriculum.

If I had a nickel....

If I had a nickel….

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