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Thanks, John Dapkis, for sharing this-so true!

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Still seeking the sun.

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Not bad for an amateur with a stiff back. First step anyway:)

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And I mean ALL... Happy 60s:)!!

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The gang's ALL here:)

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Boundary Lines

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Tomorrow evening marks the fiftieth anniversary of the Beatles' appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show.  The screaming girls had to be admonished by the elder Ed, who just didn't get our enthusiasm for the Fab Four and all things from that side of the pond. My parents let me stay up and watch - it was, after all, at 8 pm on Sundays on the East Coast and my bedtime on school nights was 9.  My father, a DJ on WABC, had actually met them -- and for years a four-part collage of their four passport photos autographed by each of them addressed, "To the Ingram Kids" graced the wall of our den.  I counted myself blessed that my parents never told us to "turn that crap off." And the books in my father's study were always available to me, whatever the topic.  That night was my tenth birthday.  Fast forward another twenty years, save a day.  The eve of the end of my twenties - thirty years ago almost to the minute as I type this. I was about three months pregnant wit…

Felt like a long day anyway...

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Thursday....
Woke up this morning about three  hours after I had wanted to because for some reason the alarm didn't go off - or it did, but I hit the off instead of the snooze button.  I so wanted to go to the early morning service and maybe stop awhile with them for coffee or breakfast at the diner, but that wasn't to be. So I head over to a treatment team meeting for the mother of my little infant client. In Emmitsburg. Through the snow. Uphill. Both ways;). Seriously though, it was a good meeting. But I had to make it back to another meeting in Towson for which I was late. Boo.
Then two client visits I couldn't make because  Beltway traffic was NUTS!
OK so what can I finally succeed at today??
CHOIR PRACTICE!!(not).
After 4 weeks of this darn cold/flu/sinus infection/bronchitis, my voice -or what's left of it - SUCKS!!
Pardon my language...
But we will be singing the Far Out  Fauré Requiem. Composed by Gabriel Fauré in the year after his parents died, it eschews th…

Very quick

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After all, it is Monday and I'm working:) Have a self-imposed deadline I'm working toward and need to get going on it.  Waking up to the delightful sound of pouring rain on the roof was so lovely - and now this: more snowwwwwwwww and ice. Yuck! Had to wait for TripleA to come and put the tire back on the car - apparently the Vavoline in testing the tires while they were doing the oil change, left a valve in the left back tire open or something - which resulted in me standing outside with a flashlight whilst my poor beleagured perspiring hubby changed the tire to the spare "donut." He fixed the tire and we both felt that a professional should put it back on.  Thank you, AAA.  Great job, seriously:)! Not much progress on the knitting front, and my desk is still a mess. I guess that cold was bugging me more than I thought, but I am feeling great right now and so... back to work! "bis später"as they say in Deutschland.   until then, God be with you 'til we m…

Super What?

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In the news: I was terribly saddened to learn of the death of Philip Seymour Hoffman, a versatile and much beloved talent, another statistic in the losing battle with substance abuse. He leaves behind a wife and three children. Sigh:( And under the heading of "I get the news 1890s style, when the horse brings it via pony express,"  I read the Open Letter from Dylan Farrow, posted in Peter Kristoph's blog for the New York Times and have just about stopped shaking with rage.  Her story rings so very true.  Her experiences are those of a sexual abuse victim.  Her reactions are those of a sexual abuse victim.  Her courage is outstanding. I am one of those people who think Roman Polansky and Woody Allen belong in jail. Because their victims and their potential future victims need to be protected.
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OK OK, I know. It's Superbowl Sunday, but it's also C…

Blah Saturday, some knitting progress and a book review

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It's Saturday I am sorry to say I feel like crap.  The cold is in a sort of holding pattern; the meds are working to a certain extent. I sure don't want this blog to be a boring rundown of the minor medicals of yours truly, LOL! Soooo... how about a short discussion of some knitting projects to date and a book review?  First, I am determined to get some version of this cap done for my son before he leaves for L.A., LOL! The yarn is Karabella Donegal and it was the HUGEST pain in the arse to wind! However, it is a nice bulky wool with which to knit, so I'm not complaining too much. originally bought this at Schoolhouse Products in NYC. I was going to knit John a hat in the bitter cold January of 2012 as we traipsed through the lower and midtown Manhattan wind-tunnel streets.  Berta Karpetyan, the very talented owner and author of Runway Knits, was enormously helpful and knowledgeable. We've paid a visit to her store each year we came to Manhattan-my own little yarn pil…