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I have a knitting handicap. As hard as I've tried to learn, I can't seem to master it.
I can crochet. Simple chain stitch, nothing fancy.
My grandmas were both expert knitters/crocheters/sewers. Of course, it was out of necessity (lots of kids, no money).
Charles Taylor=vetting=Chicago=horse=ESP=horse=fractal Sunday morning
I woke up to the CSPAN channel on TV with Charles Taylor, talking about his book, "The Secular Age" that brought global politics, sociology, and religion/secularity together. I only was half-listening while reading new TE posts but somewhere he mentioned "vetting"....
A few of my brain cells remembered that I want to look up the origin of the word "vetting" but the main part of my brain was too lazy to do it right now.
Meanwhile, I'm enjoying Chicago's post on TE about going on her first trail ride on the heels of bad news from her exboyfried.
My mind wanders to thinking what good therapists horses make in comforting us with their soft muzzles and funny laughs they make with big horse teeth and I ponder on wanting to write something upbeat and complimentary to Chicago about not letting things get her down and going out and finding fun and joy despite wanting to stay home and cry instead.
I also think that horses are very smart and can read people and have a knowing sense about them in an instant as if they been researching them all their life.
However, first I need to let the dogs out, make some coffee and then I'll come back and write the post.
But, I'm so comfortable under the blanket wrapped around me, sitting cross-legged on the bed with my laptop, that I decide to do a quick check on the derivation of the word "vetting."
"Vetting is a process of examination and evaluation, generally referring to performing a background check on someone before offering them employment. In addition, in intelligence gathering, assets are vetted to determine their usefulness.To vet was originally a horse-racing term, referring to the requirement that a horse be checked for health and soundness by a veterinarian before being allowed to race. Thus, it has taken the general meaning "to check."
Thank goodness there is a drifting thread. Where else could I dump this nonsense and my everlasting interest in the fact that everything in the universe is connected and we only have to look for the synchronistic thread that holds all of our non sequiturs together.
oooh-oooh, THANKS! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by BleeckerSt_Girl
(eta: We pay taxes on everything here! I got 4 skeins of yarn and another set of needles for that $50. That's just two pairs of socks, but maybe some leftover for my toddler grandson and baby grandson-to-be.)
Karen
pardes... you're sweet... thank you:p
as my heart breaks... I remember my girlfriends... because they are the ones that keep us/me strong.... so thanks:)
Pardes: 42.
Karen
42 bottles of beer on the wall.....42 bottles of beer......
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Originally Posted by pardes
LOL... are you still in bed? I am still in my pj's with a cat attached to my hip. He won't leave me alone... he's lays on me wherever I go....:rolleyes:... I just asked him "are you an appendage to me today?":D he prrrrrrrrr'd back:p
Yes, still in bed, still in pjs but the dogs have been fed and I've been reading the 47,000 Google reader posts I'm behind on.
behind on? now THAT is an odd prepositional phrase....
(checking quickly to see if I'm still in the "thread drift" thread....yup.....)
I never had a behind. Nor much of an ahead. I'm shaped like a fire plug. Some of my best friends are fire plugs.
It'll be mailed tomorrow. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Tuckervill
It's glum and dark and rainy/windy again today here.
I think I might wrap my grocery bike's bars with cork tape later. I might as well bring it in the living room and be comfy for the job.....
Pardes, more stream of consciousness....you said 'everything's connected' which reminded me of the 'interconnectedness of all things' which went to Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which of course leads to '42'.
if that leads to beer for you, maybe you have a problem. :D:D:D:D:D
K.
You mean everything doesn't lead to beer?!?!?!?!?!?! :eek::DQuote:
Originally Posted by Tuckervill
so 42 beers is bad? :o *sneaks away* :p
I just got up. It's 10am here and I finally had enough sleep to try to kick this cold. Now just the chest congestion to cough up. I hate having a cold. I rarely get one, probably because of a higher immune system from working at the hospital. When I get one, it's a doozy though. It really knocks me down. Our boy cat, Ito'san, has been right next to me every night, cuddling, purring, kneading my chest... good kitty. :) I may have the energy to finally post Salsa's saddle to her. :o No, I didn't forget. It is in a box ready to go, I just was needing to get home to the couch right after work each day to try to rest. It will go out today. I promise, dear. :D Thanks for waiting.
Speaking of Salsa, you guys don't know what you are getting yourselves into when she posts the wall of yarn. Really, you may want to reconsider this. :D
Okay, off to make b'fast, comb my hair just so I can put a helmet on it :confused:, warm up the motorcycle (Kit has our car at work) and take a ride over to post a saddle to Seattle. I'd take one of my bikes but I think I would drop a lung and maybe part of my pancreas along the way. There is quite an art to blowing ones nose while wearing a fullface helmet. It's a good thing I have a modular one, where the whole face slides up... that way I can just blow a snot rocket. Ya know, like a real biker. (I learned how to blow them here, on TE. The amazing diversity one finds here...) (:p
Or lemon drops? :eek: The horror... :DQuote:
Originally Posted by snapdragen
Amazing, but true. (though it took me a couple of decades to figure it out.)Quote:
Originally Posted by snapdragen
Off to tape my bars...... :p
****curled in a corner, sucking my thumb*****Quote:
Originally Posted by Xrayted