Oh, I know. I was testing you. It’s Wednesday. Last night was knitting night and Frannie and I went and there were only 5 of us. The last time we made it there were about 10. Ten is too many when half of the group is transients. It makes it hard to chat and catch up with the regulars. Still, it was nice to get back. “C” was knitting a baby blanket. Arthur was beading (he has ever changing interests) and Mary was rewinding her yarn after ripping an afghan. I am looking into knitting a baby blanket for my cousin’s son and his wife. They’re expecting their first child. I’m also trying to be realistic about my speed. The speed and the attention of a gnat thing. I figure if I go lacy then I’ll be able to finish it faster, but I do know myself so I’m considering the idea before I cast on and make myself mad. It’s not like I h.a.v.e. to knit this. It’s probably just “want”, and not “need”. See? I’ve already talked myself out of it. This baby will have the finest of everything, so my not knitting a blanket will have no consequences (except to relieve me of the duty).
I’m sure you’ve all heard about the flooding. This year is a bit different from 1993. The flooding is more devastating because it’s coming without much warning. In fact, in some cases people have only had 2 days warning before their homes are filled. In ’93, they had weeks of warning and could move households before the water came in. Now, no. Part of the problem this year is the over building in the flood plains. I am angry and have been for quite some time. After 1993 and the devastation of the floods, the flood plains were built up like nothing ever happened. WTF? When the networks show the flooding, they usually show the historic houses and houses that have been on the riverfronts for quite a while. They aren’t showing the brand new strip malls and offices built where the river has flooded forever. The flood plains were always farmed because of their rich soil. No more. I know I’m ranting, but the news will never tell you how much money in tax dollars is going to go to bail out businesses built on flood plains. OK. I feel better. I just needed to get that off my chest. I promise I won’t discuss the Anheuser Busch thing. I have an opinion, but greed always wins, so I think this is a done deal. Don’t you feel so much more informed? Me, neither;-)
Last night I stopped at the funeral home to pay my respects to “D’s” grandma. Well, folks. I’m not a fashion diva or decorating marvel. Keeping this mind, I want to tell you what I saw when I walked into the huge white tacky funeral home. OMG. As I was walking in, keep in mind this is Hooterville, not St. Louis, there were huge concrete urns, filled to the brim with silk flowers. I almost stopped. I could not believe my eyes. It’s June. St. Louis is ideal for growing real flowers. It was hideous. I controlled my giggles (I am, always, decorous). I went into the funeral home and was greeted by absolutely awful, poorly designed and poorly made stained glass windows. At that moment I realized it was a test and I had failed. I could not take my eyes off this hideous stuff. I kept finding more and more awful things in this funeral home. I was mesmerized by the ugly. It was huge. It was horrible. It was like a trainwreck of sofa-sized paintings by “real” artists sold off trucks in parking lots. I was able to hold it together (it was supposed to be sad, after all) until I left. I sat in the car and just giggled. Yes. I’m ill-bred and bad, but damn it, it was funny. I so wish I could have taken my camera in. Wouldn’t that have been a faux pas? Oh yes, it would have been, but then I would have had visual proof of my experience. Your gonna have to trust me.
I’ve rambled long enough. You have a good one!!!