Friday, June 22, 2018

Bullwinkle and the News

Most mornings I scroll through the news websites while getting my caffeine fix.  The news wears me down.  If politicians aren't fussing about one thing, they are fussing about another.  None of which makes any sense to me any more.  They pretty much spend their time blaming one another for what is wrong and spend no time working together to fix the problems.  They would rather call each other names and throw tantrums.  I have seen better behavior on a playground full of toddlers.

I have pretty much given up on the news.  It isn't really news, after all.  It is finding 'causes' to use as ammunition to fire at the opposing political party.  This weeks 'breaking news' will be next weeks bird cage liner.

So this morning I finally had enough of the posturing, political points gathering and useless rhetoric.  I found an alternative to the insanity.

Rocky and Bullwinkle

Remember that TV cartoon show from the early 60's?  It featured a moose and a flying squirrel and was full of silly puns and satire and was just plain funny.  My Dad loved it.  The jokes appealed to his wry sense of humor.  My favorite part is the 'Fractured Fairy Tales.'

The news is no longer news.  It is propaganda.  At least Bullwinkle and company don't make my blood pressure rise.  They make me laugh.  We need as much laughter as we can manage these days.

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Blogger Hiccup

Folks, I have no clue what happened.  It seems that Blogger hiccuped and my comments were deleted.  I value those comments and am working on it to see if I can get them back. 
Grumble, grumble...

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

I wonder...

if other people clean up before the cleaning lady arrives.

This morning found me washing up the few dishes that were in the sink, folding the light quilt and the green fuzzy blanket I keep in the living room for recliner naps, straighting up my desktop, etc.

Guess I just don't want her to know how sloppy I really am.  :)

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Saturday Fun

Granddaughter Boston is in Green Bay, Wisconsin for dance competition Nationals.  Her Mom is with her and helps get her ready for each dance number.  This is one of the competitions that live stream each day, so I get to watch.

Boston had her solo tap dance on Wednesday.  I don't have a picture of her in this year's costume, but here she is from last year.


The girl loves what she does and Wednesday she won First Place in the tap dance division.  And yes, I am unabashedly bragging.  Grandma's get to do that.

Today she has three dance routines with the group from the dance studio she attends.  It is easy for me to pick her out in the group, just by the way she moves.  I am ready.  Popcorn has been popped.  Coffee has been brewed .  Bring it on.

I just love watching my girl dance!

Friday, June 15, 2018

Occasionally...

everyone has a bad day.  Mine showed up earlier this week.  Between shortness of breath and arthritis, I felt sort of like something you would scrape off the bottom of your shoe.  Normally I just work through it, but this time I found myself sloshing around in a puddle of self pity.  I was remembering all the things I was once able to do.  Gardening, taking a dog for a walk, going for a drive, being able to take care of myself without help.

And then I remembered this.


I stole this from Gorges over at Gorges' Grouse.  He posts some pretty good memes on his blog and this one I saved for an occasion like this.  Remembering the past is good when it comes to learning from our mistakes.  And it is good for remembering good times.  But when remembering serves no useful purpose, then looking forward is the way to go.

Thanks, Gorges. 

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Up to My Elbows in Yarn

So the other evening my daughter Jill - the one with the excellent taste in yarn colors for afghans - stopped by, toting three huge bags stuffed full of yarn.  Here is what she brought.  (My photography skills leave a lot to be desired, but I think you will get the idea.)


When I went to pay Jill for the yarn, she wouldn't let me.  She told me it was my birthday present!  Wow!

She sat and visited with me for a time.  We came up with a few ideas on how to use those colors in the next two afghans.  Of course I couldn't stand it until I made some sample granny squares.

This one is for Maddie Mae.  There is some gray yarn intended to go with these two, but it didn't quite work, so I am just using the two colors of yarn instead.  The multicolored yarn is so beautiful that I don't think it needs anything else except the purple.


These are the squares for Jacob's afghan.  Jill suggested I find a way to make an afghan with stripes, so I will sew the squares together in alternating rows of black and red.

I think they are going to be such fun to make.  I guess there is no real rush.  Jacob, the youngest, is only 10.  I just want to be sure all six grands get their graduation afghans.  And it gives me something to do that gives me pleasure.  Win - win!

Thursday, June 7, 2018

So this morning...

I was awakened by the sounds of dump trucks and heavy equipment banging about in the street outside my windows.  This was followed by jackhammer and cement saw noises.

Shortly thereafter there was a knock on my door.  It was Chris, my long, tall oldest grandson.  My gosh, but that boy is tall!  He is working with the excavation crew outside my building today.  They are tearing up the street in order to run new water and sewer lines into the building next door.  Which explains why my landlord let us know our water will be shut off all afternoon.

Anyway, Chris wanted to pop in to give his Grandma a hug and to wish her a happy birthday.  (Yep - 72 years have come and gone already).  He couldn't stay very long.  He was on the clock, after all.  But when it comes to the grands, I will take every minute that I can!

I just can't think of a better way to start the day.