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Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.
~ Anthony J. D'Angelo
One of you commented about yesterday's "upbeat" post. I didn't realize I'd been on a downward track lately. It stands to reason, though, with my father's recent death and the fear-based election cycle we're in and the end of gardening season (and since my father was passionately interested in politics and gardening, they are all enmeshed), that I might not sound too perky lately. I'm grateful for the reminder, D. I can't promise to continue the upbeat trend, but I can promise to give you a break for a couple days.

!!! BLOG BREAK !!!
Yes, it's my annual Halloween trek. I have to cross state lines to pass out candy because we live so far out in the Middle of Nowhere that no one ever comes begging at our door. Oh, and there might be an out-of-state grandchild involved. Heh.

Keeping the walking streak alive shouldn't be a problem. There's a n…

Still walking, still on track

Twenty-six consecutive days of at least three miles a day. I've already done the extra miles which will put me over the 100-mile mark by the end of the day on Sunday. And I'd have to say I've created a wonderful new habit: I can't imagine a day without walking.

I may bump it up to four a day for November and shoot for 125. Haven't decided yet. Because then what will I do in December? Bump it up again? This could go on and on and on until I'm running half-marathons every day next summer.

I had to walk early and fast yesterday, because I had a job interview mid-morning. It went well, and I'll know something for sure within a month. The physical office space won't be ready until the first of December. The job is part-time and will use my graphic design skills – a perfect combination.

The Christmas stocking is done, and now I can get back to a bag I started working on in August. The pattern is available on the same page as the Christmas stocking and I just …

Walking in the rain, and a whole lotta nuthin'

I left fairly early yesterday morning to begin the walk du jour, because weather radar maps showed us about to be hit with a lot of rain. Didn't happen. If I'd waited an hour, I wouldn't have gotten rained on at all. As it was, I didn't melt, and walking in a light rain isn't really a big deal. That's good to know, because I'm sure there will be another day when the choice is to walk in the rain or … walk in the rain.

I took the new baby's Christmas stocking (scroll down the page) with me to Florida earlier this month to work on (good airport knitting) and I'm happy to report that I started binding off yesterday. It's an I-cord bind-off, which isn't difficult but I just got too sleepy to finish the job. Should get it done today. I'm using wool yarn, larger needles than the pattern recommends and am felting it when the knitting is finished. Makes for a sturdier stocking, the better to hold all that loot! Although, really, how much loot do…

Done, done, done, done, done.

I cast off Saturday evening, laundered it yesterday and will mail it today. And she's not even four months old yet! I really meant to finish it for her welcome-home gift, but that was in July, and as I recall, I was pretty swamped in July. Oh, and it was hot in July. Who wants to knit a blanket when it's hot? Not me!
The color is not as orange as it looks on my monitor. It's more of a strawberry, and I hope it sort-of matches the dark pink in her room. I used some of my long-discontinued Brown Sheep Cotton Top, a 50/50 blend of cotton and wool. It comes out of the dryer looking like new – perfect for a busy mom! This baby is the little sister of triplet two-year-old boys. Mom does not need a fussy-to-care-for blanket. Or anything, for that matter.

While I was dismantling the garden yesterday (just between you and me, it might take longer to put the garden to bed than it did to knit that blanket!), I found one lonely little carrot, left over from the earlier harvest. I must h…

Friday Quote Day

Being in politics is like being a football coach. You have to be smart enough to understand the game, and dumb enough to think it's important.
~ Eugene McCarthy
’Tis the silly season, and the closer we get to Election Day here in the United States, the sillier it gets. Is it important? Well, it is to the candidates, if you consider the obscene amount of money being spent on getting their respective messages out. We citizens will go on, no matter which party prevails next month. Or the month after, should someone get their knickers in a twist and decide to challenge the election results in court.

What's important to me? Not living in fear. Which is why I mostly held my nose and voted a straight Democratic ticket. Democrats still, in spite of everything, give me hope. Republicans scare the crap out of me. Especially those Tea Party wingnuts. Their agenda of trying to make me afraid of Democrats has completely backfired. I'm waaaaay more afraid of Republicans than I am of the De…

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What I'm doing today:
WalkingWorking at Democratic HeadquartersMaking mozzarella and then using it to make pizza for dinnerKnitting (while working at headquarters)Democratic women's club meeting tonight
What I'm not doing today:
Putting the garden to bedSigh.

Tomorrow looks like a better (less busy) day. And the weather is holding – sunny, upper 60s, perfect for outdoor chores. And walking. Which I'm going to do NOW!

I surrender …

to my age, to my physical condition, to the nature of the putting-the-garden-to-bed beast.

This is not going to be a one-day job. This is more than likely going to be a two-week job at my current rate of progress.

Sunday I took the fence down. Monday I pulled the tomato stakes. Yesterday I pulled the tomato vines and hauled them to the woods.

Today? I'm the designated driver for my husband's eye doctor appointment. In Charleston, WV (a two-hour, one-way drive). The appointment card actually says "Bring a driver," and since our dog Hershey can't drive, I'm it. No garden work today.

When I pulled those vines yesterday I just couldn't help picking the almost-ripe and larger-sized green tomatoes. I now have a large brown grocery bag more than half full of ripening Romas.

The daily walk continues, today will be the 20th day. Not sure if I'm going to get it done before we leave or while he's waiting for and seeing the doctor. The office is a block away …

Are five hours enough?

Five hours of sleep, that is.

I was up late watching the Rangers slaughter the Yankees (sob, sob), and woke up suddenly at 4:30 a.m., panicked at all I have to do this week and how little time I have to do it. I stayed in bed until 6:30, but I could be two hours ahead of schedule if I'd just gotten up when I woke up.

I'm a lark, always have been, and I find when my bedtime is more owlish (anything past 10 p.m. is late for me), I don't sleep well at all.

Add to that the very long to-do list this week and it's no wonder I was up before the birds.

It's kind of funny, actually. I don't work outside my home and I shouldn't have so much to do. Usually, I don't. A combination of events and issues have come together this one week to create a perfect storm of Things To Do.

I need to make a list, lest I forget something.

Number-one on the list is Take A Walk. It's rather amazing that I just keep going out and doing it every morning without thinking about it. …

Plan the plans ...

not the results.

My weekend plan included putting the garden to bed which, for you non-gardeners, means dismantling the electric fence, pulling up dead cornstalks and pumpkin vines, clearing out the weeds, spreading compost and doing a light surface tilling. I also need to get a row ready to plant garlic. What got done?

Well, the fence is down.

All I can blame it on is walking. When I was working in the garden earlier this spring and summer, I wasn't also walking three or four miles every day. That takes some energy, energy that could otherwise be spent doing the tasks in the first paragraph.

The other problem is that I'm just not motivated to do it. Planting a garden is way more fun than cleaning it up at the end of the season.

It'll get done, a little at a time. The weather should remain nice for most of this week, and cool weather while you're working your ass off isn't really a bad thing.

Today will be 18 straight days of walking at least three miles a day. I di…

Friday Quote Day

The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do. ~ Walter Bagehot
I'm not sure if it (a marathon) will be my greatest pleasure or not. And it's only one person (my husband) saying I cannot do it.

He never tells me what I can and cannot do. Except for this. He was with me that hot, hot day a couple years ago (three, I think) in Washington, DC, when I did the Army 10-Miler and a much younger, much fitter man collapsed and died just after crossing the finish line. We know a man who had a heart attack after he ran Boston a few years ago.

He says he's worried about my health, but I think he's just worried about who's going to do the laundry if I die before he does. (Hah! That's a joke, honey!)

The walking plan I started this month is the prelude to getting back into running. I'm hopeful (although there's no evidence so far) that regular walking and sensible eating will result in some weight loss. Losing some weight will make running more c…


UCF is playing Marshall tonight. There were plenty of Marshall fans on the plane from Orlando to Charleston (WV), as well, but no one was chanting, "We are! Marshall!"

WVU is playing South Florida. No reason for any of them to be on that plane. My bad!

The times, they are a-changin'

As I mentioned last week, one BIG advantage of walking in town is the availability of public restrooms. Of course the downside of public restrooms is that they're, well, public. And, you know, some people like to write on bathroom walls. And, you know, usually it's not very nice.

Imagine my surprise when I saw this on the door of a public restroom stall today:

What's up with that? How long have we been getting motivational messages from bathroom walls?

Today is my first full day home from Florida and my lucky 13th consecutive day of walking three miles (or more). I forgot to take the Garmin with me Sunday when I was at the beach, but I walked for 70 minutes, so it was well a little more than three miles. I hope I can post a nice big fat 100 for the October total. We'll see.

Looks like I'll be dancing in the rain tomorrow. We'll see; it usually doesn't rain All. Day. Long. There should be a window of relative dryness for at least an hour, sometime.

I'm t…

This post brought to you by the number 46

There's nothing like a date made up entirely of ones and zeros to get you thinking about the binary number system. In fact, 10/11/10 (and 10/10/10 and 10/01/10) are the ONLY things that have gotten me thinking about it.

I had to JFGI to jog my memory. I recalled having to learn the system in junior-high math, but couldn't remember how to come up with a value for all those ones and zeros. Professor Google to the rescue!

We have but a short time to exercise these muscles. Once 11/11/11 (73) rolls around, we won't need the binary system again until the 22nd century!

I'm still in Florida, heading home tomorrow afternoon. Dad's memorial service last night was nice, but very hard for my brother. This was more of a neighborhood and church family celebration; my brother and I, and Dad's wife (we lost our mother years ago) were the only family present.

Daddy never knew a stranger, and that was proven again, with a church full of friends and lots of sweet shared memories…

Oh, well

Doesn't look like my video uploaded. You'll have to trust me that today's walk on the beach was just what I needed.

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I'm not crabby!

I'm at the beach!
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Aack! My brain!

As a newish BlackBerry user, I really haven't thought twice about battery charging. I plug the device into the charger at night and when I'm in the car, and it charges while it's tethered to the computer.

This morning at around 4:00, a tiny, gentle alert sounded from the nightstand. I thought I'd set an alarm by accident and decided not to even look at the phone. Of course after I woke up a little bit (because who can go back to sleep when you hear a tone you've never heard before?), I did look, and saw a Low Battery Alert. Hmmm. Never had one of those. And it's been plugged into the charger all night. Hmmm. Hmmm.

Okay, I'm wide awake by 4:15. You see, I'm going on a trip. TODAY. On a plane. And, well, I'm going to need my BlackBerry brain while I'm gone. We (BB and I) headed to the office, got online, Googled "yellow LED red battery icon" and found out what to do. During the various solutions I tried, I discovered that the plug-in cha…


No, not binge-and-purging, the other kind, the kind that's all over the cable channels these days. Niecy Nash started it (I think) with Clean House, and it's now evolved into that Hoarding show that I can't even bring myself to watch.

I'm not a hoarder. Well, except for yarn maybe. But it's neatly contained and I swear I had plans for it when I bought it. I've been able to let go of a lot of yarn over the years, and I think I could probably get rid of some more, but I'm in one of those inert places where I can't do much more than is vital for our day-to-day existence.

In addition to the daily walk, which takes an hour, I've done very little around the house. Yesterday, in order to make myself feel as though I'd accomplished something, I unsubscribed from some e-mails, cutting the virtual clutter by about 60 percent!

When I switched ISPs last summer, I dropped a lot of e-mail newsletter subscriptions. In the last month, I've found myself skim…

Four in a row!

I promise I won't count down my daily walks indefinitely, but it's very helpful to me to do so early in the game. Consistency may be the hobgoblin (I said 'hobgoblin!' And it's almost Halloween!) of little minds, but it also is the best (perhaps only) way to create change in one's life. And believe me, changing from working in a garden to sitting on my ass is not the way to change one's body.

I don't think it's an even trade, this walking thing. The garden work was labor-intensive and took much more time. Maybe the month or so of rest I took as the garden work was dwindling was a good thing. I'm always looking for ways to trick my body into releasing lard. Maybe it won't remember the digging and planting and hoeing and weeding, and we'll just start from the sitting-on-my-ass part.

September was supposed to be very different from the way it turned out. The ass-sitting came as a result of my dad's sudden death. It turned out to be more…

Even with highER speed internet access ...

my computer life can be slow.Tethering the Blackberry to the computer affords me a vastly improved
internet experience, but sometimes – like this morning, for instance –
there are inexplicable glitches. Right now, for instance, the Blogger
Dashboard refuses to present a screen in which I can create a new post.As my mother used to say, "There's more than one way to skin a cat."
Thank goodness for the ability to e-mail a blog post.(One of these days I'm going to have to look up the origin of that
weird expression. I never questioned it when she said it, and she was
always right. There IS more than one way to do just about anything!)I've been taking advantage of highER online speeds this weekend to
sign myself up for online banking and bill paying. Should my husband
and I decide to head south this winter, we'll need to be able to take
care of business no matter where we land. So far, so good. Why haven't
I done this before?Oh, right, painfully slow…

Friday Quote Day

Discipline is making the choice between what you want now and what you want most. ~ Author Unknown
I'm not so sure I like the word "discipline," but I like – and am comfortable with – the concept of choice. I'd rather think not think of myself as an unruly delinquent. Discipline belongs in middle-school classrooms, not grown-ups' kitchen pantries.

Last night we did indeed have pizza, and it was my favorite variety: pesto sauce with mozzarella, fresh sliced tomatoes, kalamata olives, onions and grilled chicken, sprinkled with feta. I had just one slice.

By 8 p.m. I was a little hungry. I'd been alternately knitting and playing BlackBerry solitaire while watching television multitasking. I wished for ice cream, but none appeared, so I had a half cup of applesauce with a little cinnamon mixed in. By 9 p.m. I was ready to read for a while and go to sleep, still a little hungry but not uncomfortably so.

It's okay to be hungry. Meals are so much more satisfying whe…