It’s in the 50’s and sprinkling rain today. Good day to stay in and catch up on chores and do some reading. Brad went out and tied some streamers to the chain at the road to make it more visible. This is how it looks from our perspective. I stood out in the yard north of the house and used the zoom lens. The orange X is the backside of the No Trespassing sign. The streamers ought to get someone’s attention when they are turning around at our drive next time. Maybe. The yellow chain isn’t expensive and can be easily mended. We bought a whole roll of it at Bi-Lo.
We slept in this morning. I made a full pot of coffee when we got up and Brad drove in to get breakfast croissants from the coffee cafe in town. Late morning. Late breakfast. Late lunch. I’ve got laundry going in the utility room, the kitchen is clean and I’m enjoying my Sci Fi book. Debra has a way with words, just like she did back in High School:
“Starpilot’s Grave”, chp VII: Galcen Prime Base
“Commander,” Metadi said without preamble, “give me a list of sectors that could use a surprise inspection.”
“Yes, sir.” The commander set the messages aside and began keying search criteria into her desk comp. “We have an entire range of possibles,” she told him after a few moments. “Do you want the units in question merely startled, somewhat astonished, or caught with their pants completely down?”
“I’m not interested in the small stuff,” Metadi said. “But if there’s anybody out there with serious bodies buried in their backyard, I want things dug up and straightened out while we still have a chance to do it.”
“Right. We’re talking wrath-of-the-gods time, then.”
Seriously, this stuff never gets old! When we were in school, Star Trek was the big thing on TV and Debra and a couple of friends would write their own episode screenplays, then I got to hear them read out when we would visit. Our parents were good friends and our dads taught at the same college and were members of the local Rock Hounds Club. Dad taught geology and Mr. Doyle taught college algebra.
Can you believe that it’s already the eve of Advent? That really snuck up on me this year. I enjoy the Liturgy of the Hours online as well as my four volume set. I can access this site on my laptop or my Kindle, either one and I’ve been supporting them monthly for some time now.
I’ll try to get back to my knitting later this weekend. I miss it but I guess I’ll be needing some ibuprofen as well as the Cryofreeze to tackle the inflammation in my joints. I’m continually surprised by the fact that it’s the knuckle of my left index finger that bothers me the most. I mean, I know knitting requires both hands, but it seems to me I have more movement with my right hand than the left.
It’s also time to trim my fingernails. I hate it when they are long enough to clatter on the keyboard when I type. And to think! I used to bite my nails well into my thirties! At some point I began to keep my hands busy enough that I stopped biting my nails and now they keep growing until they get in my way and I trim them back. I used to take better care of my hands and nails and even wore bright polish on my nails for a time. It doesn’t interest me any longer…or I’m too lazy to take the time to do a proper manicure and polish job.
So. Have a blessed weekend, ya’ll. Advent is upon us. The Christmas ads and animated specials are all over the TV now and Christmas carols are playing on the radio. I’ll do my best to get in the mood as soon as I can. God bless!
Rural Texas Knitter 