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This month in show business.
We're closed. Come back later, we're doing the dishes.
Bell out of order. Please knock.
Can't ya read the sign?
Oh.
No, I will not go to Nigeria to participate in theater being used as a political tool. Nope. They lit the dude on fire the first time around. NOW it's going to be different? Don't care to be shot at or lit on fire. It's a PLAY dudes. Entertainment employment should not require a full course of malaria, typhus, hepatitis, meningitis, or yellow fever shots, plus the odd rabies course if one plans to spend much time out of doors. gack. For the National Geographic, or in case the Explorer's Club wants to adopt me - sure. But for a stupid musical with chorines complaining about their … you name it … not. on. a. bet.
feh. morons.
In other news:
Tidying up some administrative work.
Finished 2 pair of socks.
Koigu Mori, from the now defunct Ribbonesque on Long Island. A shaped arch,
and a simple PKP swirl.
and
Cotton Fixation. From the now defunct Yarn Central up here (hmm, there's theme here. Maybe I'll finally cast on some of the yum I have from The Yarn Connection - ah Jane, You are missed). These socks knit big and baggy because this stuff does shrink. Well, it does if you wash and dry it in the machines. Which I do. I don't believe in coddling the socks. Yes, you're right, I did run out of red on the one toe.
On the art front - Yale Environmental Science Center has the birds for a while. I think they're there until June. I'll get a link up for those ASAP.
The insulated curtains continue on apace. 13 down and 7 more to go. Setting the large grommets has sort of chewed my fingers up. Sharp they are.
Can you see what's wrong in this picture?
Besides there being heaps of snow everywhere?
Yes, friends. A Tomato. I thought I'd got them all. But there, lurking behind the fruit bowl, the wiliest of them all. I have plans for that fellow. Plans involving butterfly nets and drums in the night.
Have you heard - it's been snowing upstate? Cold enough to keep the cats double parked on the heated mat.
This cracked me up. It was a straight down cold snow. No wind. It sifted through the lattice and left cones on both shelves, the tops ones barely visible. If I had some cherry syrup - wait a minute, I do …
Here there is an example of signs in nature if one looks closely enough. At about 25 degrees Fahrenheit the rhododendron leaves droop and compress themselves. It's a handy gauge from the kitchen window. In this photo the sun is reaching around the spruce and beginning to hit the left side of the bush. The leaves have begun to unfurl themselves. In the middle of the photo there is tentative motion but no commitment. On the far right the leaves are tightly folded, haven't had their coffee and are not willing to discuss the days plans until further notice. Kinda neat.
And OH, major GEEK ALERT. Star Walk app for those ithingies. Holy Aquarius Caped Crusader! Ya point the technology at the sky and the dang thing tells you what you're looking at! Gee, I wonder what that star is … why wait … Betelgeuse, as I live and breathe. So, yeah. I am now glued to the freezing windows I've been trying to cover up. Highly indecorous to be smearing one's nose against the glass at this age. But DUDES it's so freaking fantastic. Major wow.
You don't need a malaria shot for that. There is no constellation named malaria. so there.