The beginning of a quilt for a friend's new baby. After a morning walk with the dogs (yes, I walk all 3 at the same time... I'm they're that good), and planting, the dogs and I have been inside napping, eating and quilting.
I've been re-reading The Shipping News and I am thinking in newspaper titles, hence the title of this post.
I blog, I'm on Ravelry and have even logged 143 Tweets. I do not however have a Facebook page ... my sisters have encouraged me, saying things like, "so and so was asking about you... you should get on Facebook." Seriously, I have kept in touch with most everyone I want to, and don't relish the idea of reconnecting with people I never really connected with in the first place. That said, I have reconnected with old friends through this blog, which is a wonderful benefit, if not the ultimate goal. Besides, I once heard one of my younger co-workers say, "It's so weird to hear old people talking about Facebook."
I decided then and there that if I was too old to wear a mini skirt... I'm too old for Facebook. I realize as I write this that I may soon hear the boos & hisses of a few real-life friends.
Hardly a deadline goes by that I don't crank Koko's "The Earthshaker" on my morning commute. My favorite song is the title of this post.
Koko Taylor died yesterday. I saw her once a few years ago in Baltimore. She came out on stage in gold lamé head to toe and was amazing.
Cannot for the life of me remember what kind of tomatoes I planted. I just picked all heirlooms with the coolest color descriptions... We'll wait and see
and the mimosa is showing off all this week
at girls who wear glasses. Dorothy Parker was very wrong. I love that Kathryn wore her glasses with her wedding gown... she rawks. These pics are from a wedding we attended last week. We drove to Dallas, DH in a suit and me in my grandmother's pearls... listening to Fugazi.
I bought this baby for $6.99 (no lie) on eBay to snap some TTV shots. The point is to shoot a digital image through the viewfinder, which is on top and everything is backwards. No clue if the camera actually functions (since it doesn't need to) and the more schmutz on the lens, the better. I haven't had enough time to get the hang of it, and I failed miserably at capturing all the dirt on the lens.... must work on that.
If any of you live in a small town close to a not so small town...you know the inevitable is going to happen some day, it just is. That said, one of the benefits of living in a small town is that you and your neighbors can be architects of what you'd like it to look like, smell like, and sound like when that day comes.
The dilemma is always the same... how do we grow without losing our small town feel. I mean the other day I got a hug from my doctor in the produce section of the HEB, where else does that happen?
In looking at ways to revive the town and its culture and create a more sustainable future... I say we look no further than our past. My town has some
incredible resources that could really be tapped – an
abundance of farmland and a strong agricultural tradition.
I knew that there had been an ongoing discussion and there was a meeting this past
year to access what level of local interest in the for organic or
natural farming.
One of the blessings of being a city council member is actually getting someone to listen to you and take you seriously...well kinda.
I had a meeting with my neighbor , who works for the Sustainable Food Center in Austin. We
met to discuss the reality and or viability of convincing and
assisting willing Elgin farmers to transition to a more sustainable
farming practice and becoming part of a farm-to-work, farm-to-school
or other community sustained agriculture program.
I presented the idea to our Economic Development Corporation... and after a few weeks of rounding the troops... the meeting is this evening. I'm pretty excited. Next step is to get our County Extension Agent here for a presentation for cotton and hay farmers that are interested too.
Wish for a good turn out
Evidence of a weekend spent planting seeds. Sunday I sat down with a cup of coffee, graph paper and a new copy of Square Foot Gardening by Mel Bartholemew and mapped out my spring garden. I didn't actually grid off my garden as the author suggests and am using my compost rich organic soil, but did follow the plants per Square foot guidelines... I mean, for Pete's sake, I can eyeball a square foot.
Only one sleeve to go on my February Lady Sweater.
What's up next? Either
Leisl
Diminishing Rib
#286 Bulky Shrug
I know, I know...I've said this before, but this time I just may mean it! I still worry about my high strung Catahoula making mince meat out of one of the gals... but I think that I just need to try it. If there is blood, we'll build a funeral pyre and I can always deconstruct the coop/run to fashion a larger compost arena. The thought of walking out back in my jammies and scooping up blue/green and café au lait hued eggs makes me so dizzy that I am willing to set my fear aside and see if Callie Jo can be trusted.
at lunch I ran out to buy some Robin Eggs because I do not have children to steal them from. Easter just isn't Easter without hurting my tongue on these little buggers.
