Thursday, January 29, 2015

In stitches

There's a page on Facebook that I follow called "Lost Pets of Whatcom County." It is to help pet owners find their lost pets, a cause dear to my heart. Once my dog was missing overnight and I was distraught. Fortunately, he had been picked up by animal control and was spending the night in the pound, not trapped somewhere cold, thirsty, hungry, bewildered, and wondering why I didn't come find him. A page like "Lost Pets" can only work if people look at it. But sometimes it makes me sad to see that every day there are several pets gone missing just in this county, and their owners are saying, "Please help me find my cat, my dog." They post pictures. Poor animals. Poor people.

Sometimes I feel sad about news and politics, too.

But on the up side, I knitted four rows this evening (knit 3, purl 1)--that is, if I counted correctly. I found that when I paused after a row of knitting, the next time I picked it up, I was wondering how many rows did I knit since the last row I purled? Much close examination and counting of what seemed to be rows would ensue. So I decided that every time I pick it up I will knit 3, purl 1, so that I always know where I am the next time. But at a certain point tonight I looked at my work and asked myself am I on my first or second row of knitting? Much close examination and counting of what seemed to be rows ensued. I did lay it down after the purled row so next time I know where to start and just have to pay attention so I don't forget where I am part way.

When I was  little girl (about 10) and my grandma taught me to knit, I would periodically get the stitches so tight on the needle that I could no longer poke the opposite needle through. Then I would give it to my grandma, and she would knit a few rows to get it to the right looseness. This time around, that's not happening. If anything, my stitches are exceedingly loose.

Isn't that interesting?

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Longer light

Today when I left work, it was still light out. This is about a month plus a week since winter solstice. If the days shortened at the same rate they're now lengthening, probably the last time it was light when I left work was a month and a week before solstice. So I guess I drive home in the dark about two and a half months of the year.

It was dark by the time I got home, but the point is that whole drive was not in darkness.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Cloudy all day

As I was driving home, late in the afternoon, I noticed that Mt. Baker and the Twin Sisters looked pretty, even with the clouds low. I have often taken pictures of them on clear days, but not so many in this mood. So I drove out to the Hannegan Road, where the view is unobstructed and took a few pictures with my phone. They are not the sharpest, since it was a phone picture. Even though they are to the east, they pick up a little color from the sunset in the opposite direction.

Here they both are. Baker is harder to perceive, but the Sisters are quite visible:

And here is just Baker:

The fields have standing water in them because we have had a lot of rain and the ground is saturated.

Fun guy

I was at my sister-in-law's place today. It was unseasonably mild weather today, just like spring. (I saw later on the news that we almost set a record high temperature for January.) So we did a spring-like thing, and when I was walking out to my car, we wandered around her yard and looked at the flower beds. She has daffodils just poking their tips out of the ground.

Her son-in-law at one time set up some hollowed out sections of tree trunks as planters and planted young trees in them. The hollow sections are growing some pretty fungus.

Look at this:

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So cool. And this one has pretty fungus, plus the way the bark is separating from the trunk is pretty:

Nice, huh?

Wednesday, January 21, 2015


Just a quick thought related to the video I posted a few minutes ago. I once saw some TV event where they were paying tribute to Cass Elliot. The remaining living Mamas and Papas and Cass Elliot's daughter were all on stage, and Michelle Phillips said that Cass was in heaven watching them, sitting on a star and "wearing a size two." And I thought, wow, she really doesn't get it. Heaven is not where Cass Elliot wears a size two. Heaven is where Cass Elliot is her true self and she and everyone else can perceive her beauty. Because we're not blind there.

Winter's night

Hm. January. Not Christmas, not spring. It's a month.

It's amazing how quickly the holidays fade from consciousness. Three weeks ago, New Year's Brunch. Today, sack lunch.

I'm trying to stay awake until bedtime so that I can sleep through the night. I started to feel drowsy at 7:15 p.m., or thereabouts. Well, maybe I'll allow myself an early start tonight.

Good night to you. Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you.

Monday, January 19, 2015

This day

Today in the U.S. it is a holiday to honor Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. He absolutely deserves honor. He lovingly stirred the conscience of a nation and greater justice ensued. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled.

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God grant that right here in America and all over this world, we will choose the high way; a way in which men will live together as brothers. A way in which the nations of the world will beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks. A way in which every man will respect the dignity and worth of all human personality. A way in which every nation will allow justice to run down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream. A way in which men will do justly, love mercy, and walk humbly with God. A way in which men will be able to stand up, and in the midst of oppression, in the midst of darkness and agony, they will be able to stand there and love their enemies, bless those persons that curse them, pray for those individuals that despitefully use them. And this is the way that will bring us once more into that society which we think of as the brotherhood of man. This will be that day when white people, colored people, whether they are brown or whether they are yellow or whether they are black, will join together and stretch out with their arms and be able to cry out: “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Let it fly

Is the past tense of knit knit or knitted? I wanted to say, "I knit(ted) two rows this evening, or to be more specific I knit(ted) one and purled one." But I wasn't sure which way to say it. So I googled "past tense of knit," and it turns out knit is a verb in transition. A transitional verb, as it were, which is not the same as a transitive verb. A transitive verb, if I recall correctly (and I think I do), requires a direct object. The verb hit (which rhymes with knit and, like knit in traditional usage, is not inflected in the past tense) is transitive. "He hit" is not a complete thought. The verb needs a direct object, as in "He hit the ball." Knit does not need a direct object. "I am knitting" can stand alone, or I can specify "I am knitting a scarf." Or perhaps I am knitting a nerd flag.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015


I have not seen the heron again in the mornings walking by the creek; however, this morning the half moon glowing over the tree tops was also worth seeing. It was clear and sunny here in Lynden, beautiful vistas as I drove out of Lynden to go to work, then as I approached Bellingham I drove into a bank of fog covering that city. It cleared up by lunch time.