OK. There were a few comments about “Pirate Ships” yesterday, so I did some more research. It is actually a song by Wendy Waldman. I had only heard it as a lullaby and had sung it to my nieces when they were very very very small (I’m not that confident), so I was surprised that it was written in the ’70’s. I found a version, but it was the only one, and I know it at a bit livelier tempo. Not fast, but not so dirge like. So, here’s today’s soundtrack.
It’s still very pretty, don’t you think? As I recall, I heard Judy Collins sing it. But, my memory, like so many other parts of me, is very faulty. So, don’t hold me to it.
I have no knitting to report today. I have been working on the last of my Christmas knitting. Oh, who am I fooling. It’s not the last, but it’s very close to the last. I hope. I think.
I’ll let you know.
I have raked no leaves. Our maple tree is still loaded and our neighbor’s are loaded, too. I still have to cut the grass one more time. In other words, I’m just a bit behind. I have swept our deck eleventy hundred times and bagged those leaves, but the actual yard part of the yard? Not a bit. And, I need to do it, because what little grass we have needs to be uncovered. Our yard is not the forest floor. I’m totally in favor of the leaves covering the forest floor. I also do not want our perennials to be smothered. A mulch of cut up leaves is one thing. A cover of wet sticky leaves isn’t so good. So, if the weather permits, I will be working outside this weekend trying to get our yard to look like someone lives there other than the Grimm Brothers. And, yes, thank you, that was a vague and bizarre reference.
My cell phone contract was up in July. I don’t want to sign up again if I don’t have to. I hate two year contracts. I don’t even like most phones now and I can’t text to save my life. I need lessons. My nieces laugh at me. I’m not against technology, but I do believe it is holding a grudge against me. So, until somebody offers me a free (but extremely cool looking) phone, I’m holding out.
This week is shopping for Thanksgiving week. I grocery shop on Friday. I suppose it makes sense to buy the turkey then and pull it out of the freezer on Sunday. Just one small problem. Our freezer is too small for a 20 pound turkey. So, I’ll probably go shopping on Sunday and do it all then. I hate shopping on Sunday. It’s a personal pissiness thing, but I guess I’ll have to suck it up and go. I wonder what frozen turkeys will go for this year. Last year it was .57/pound. I’ll bet we’ll be lucky to get them for .75/pound.
I have told you before that I have “Blitherer’s Disease”. I think it’s hereditary. I know that it hasn’t skipped a generation in my family. I don’t know who the carrier was. It might have been my Dad since he’s not here to defend himself. I have it and I know that my niece, Lil Bit, has it. Thank goodness, Peanut was spared. She has the sense to shut up. Neither Lil Bit or I have the sense God gave gravel, so we go on and on well past the time an intelligent person would shutthehellup! Still, I think it can be endearing if the listener is drinking or heavily medicated.
I do believe this qualifies as random If not, you might write a letter to the editor. Or, not.
Have a good one!