Petunia rambles on and on….

Three things I did over the weekend

1. Went to see my oldest son, who is recuperating from surgery.  He lifted something WAY too heavy at work about 2 weeks ago and apparently ripped his innards to shreds; had to be surgically put back together, sort-of like Humpty Dumpty.    While there, he also had an umbilical hernia repaired – perhaps they were having a 2-for-1 sale on surgical procedures?  This was giving him no problem, but the doctor noticed it during the initial exam and suggested that both be corrected at the same time.  He’s been one sore pup.
2. I ate a huge bowl of French Vanilla ice cream, a very big no-no with my effort to lose some weight.
3. Screamed at the crunching, scraping sounds that were made when my husband, driving MY car, backed into a large decorative BOULDER near someone’s driveway. 

Three things that need to be done

1. Organize my craft stuff.  Lots of stuff.  And there’ll be more when the storage locker is emptied out.   Determine which things are most important.  Make choices and reduce “stuff.”
2. Finish several already-started knitting projects.
3. Lace scarves or shawls.  Get the first one started.  It’ll be an at-home, later in the evening project, when I can think.  Heh, not too late ’cause then I fall asleep!

Three things I’d like to learn

1. Skill at Fair Isle knitting, colorwork that is stranded along the back.  I have the yarn bought, for charity hats, as learning projects.
2. Pie crust.  Oh, don’t even ask about my pie crust.  My mother could look at a pie dish while holding a rolling pin, and light flaky pastry just appeared, like magic.  I did not get the pie crust gene.
3. The purpose and usage of all the gears on my 10-speed bike.  I can drive a truck with a manual transmission and 3 forward gears up and down mountains (and, in fact, did this for 3 years while in Central America) but I can not master this damn bike, am always in the wrong gear, it’s always making weird clanking noises, and my husband thinks I’m an idiot whenever I mention explaining it to me again.

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I guess everyone in America now knows that Sen. Joe Biden of DELAWARE has been chosen to run for Vice-President on the Democratic ticket.  This is not a political blog and won’t become one over this.  I am not qualified to write one.  Delaware is a small state, actually it’s the second smallest in the nation.  Where I live in the center county  (of only 3), you can drive across it in less than 45 minutes.  Top to bottom, maybe 2 hours or so.  I won’t go so far as to say that everyone here knows everybody else, but much is known about many.  I’ve met the Senator; my husband has on many occasions.  My brother’s shaken his hand when the senator was out glad-handing the crowds.  Sen. Biden was the Guest Speaker at my daughter’s high school graduation.  (And, oh my, did he speak and speak and speak and I had to pee) 

As I said, it’s a small state.   Most of the nation knows little about us.  Many think we’re still part of Pennsylvania (well, we once were, but that was 200+ years ago) or are unaware that we exist at all, thinking that the entire peninsula is Maryland.  Uh, no, this is the DEL-MAR-VA peninsula, for DELaware, MARyland and VirginiA.  Many are thinking, “River??” when you say the name of the state.  “Washington Crossing the Delaware.”  you know that fancy old painting?   River, yeah, that’s it.  Delaware is a river.

 

 

Maybe, over the course of this election, the state will get mentioned enough in the news that it will no longer be called Dela-WHERE????

To get last Thursday off for a doctor’s appointment upstate, I traded days off with one of the others, and had to work on Saturday instead.  Working a Saturday now and again is great.  Didn’t have to do any of the “administrative” stuff that I’m usually hip-deep in, just sat and worked the switchboard, with my knitting in my lap.  Peaceful, easy.

Another co-worker has XMRadio, and brought in a receiver.   I’m not sure how it all works, but thanks to his generousity, we have XM in the office.  Well, on Saturday in there, it was just 2 of us, me and a man of a similar age.   He already had it going when I walked in the door, and he had it on Channel 6, which is all ’60’s music!!!  And we both knew all they played, and remembered all the lyrics.  I mean every song, almost all the words, for a whole 8 hour shift.

And this made me wonder what I was doing back in the 60’s.  Did I eat, drink, go to school, learn to drive, have fun – or did I just sit around memorizing the words to an awful lot of songs?  Did I have time to shower?

I think this says it all.

 

  

Oh, geez, I want to go to so many of these shops so badly!!!    And I’m scheduled to be out of town from the 13th to the 20th of September.  A week in the Poconos, with all it’s costs!  

Damn!   Double Damn!  And I was going to hit Vulcan’s Rest on Sunday,, and sign up or get a bag or whatever I have to do to participate, and then all this came up with son having surgery today, so on Sunday, I’ll be going up to see him.  Now one way of getting from “here” to “there” is to leave Vulcan’s Rest, go over the bridge that practically goes over the roof of the shop, and head north towards 40.  EXCEPT, I am unreasonably afraid of heights.  I just asked my daughter what she thought of me attempting to drive over the bridge by the spinning store.  She says, “I’d go with, NO!”  My son has told me the same thing.  They know me well!  And the 896 bridge is the current storage place for the state’s supply of big orange barrels.  Hopefully, they are resurfacing it, cause it was pretty bad the last time I went over it.   Maybe I’ll go over the “fit to drive over” bridge and hit Stitches with Style, get signed up, then go to son’s from there – avoiding the bad bridges altogether?

Uh, is there a deadline for signing up for this Crawl???

I want to see the Sanquine Gryphon and her wheels.    With both Wendy and the Yarn Harlot using her yarn, well, that’s good enough for me. folks.  Gots to get me some of that stuff!!