To the nines
When I signed on to post this morning, I saw that I'd done so 990 times in the 3+ years that I've been blogging, and that there have been 8,999 comments received on those posts. That's an average of 9.08 comments per post -- whatever that means -- it's just that calculating an average has always been one of my favorite mathematical things, one of the few executions about which I feel confident. While Margene awaits her 29,000th comment (say that three times fast!), the next one on this here blog will be number 9,000. Have a cigar!
I'm afraid I've been boring of late. Maybe even a whole lot. I've been willy-nilly and inconsistent with the knitting -- there's no persistence, no purpose, no loyalty, no follow-through, no real big love. The little "Fixies" are fun, but fleeting. Master Knitting Level I swatches shall soon commence, but that's not going to be very exciting. Maybe it's summer, maybe it's life. I need to make some excitement!
It helps to find something beautiful. I present, my first Friday's Flowers (as always, click for big).
A couple of these are past their prime -- the allium, columbine -- but still so beautiful. I lost my Pee Gee hydrangea tree a couple of years ago, and the Annabelles have good years and bad... this looks like a good year. The arachnid in the hostas is a non-flroal bonus -- we've a history of arachnids in the hostas. The pink star-shaped flower is atop the tall stalk of a succulent, and do you see the little bee butt in the hosta flower? Actually it was a very big bumble bee and I'm amazed that I stuck around and managed a few shots -- I'm not so much with the big buzzing bugs, especially if they're associated in any way with stingers. Boy, it sure seems early for the hostas to be blooming!
Here's the weekend plan (kind of a rinse and repeat from last weekend):
1) Finish and mail the Special Swap project.
2) Clean and oil my sewing machine.
3) Finish the Larger Than Life Bag -- I can't believe I've let that sit for so long.
DH mentioned that day-trip to Algoma he's had on his mind and I think it's going to be another glorious day tomorrow, so we'll see how the chips fall...
ETA: When Norma wrote yesterday to say that she didn't know whether to blame Bloglines because she didn't see notification that I'd been posting or the fact that she's been so busy that she maybe didn't notice. Almost always the optimist, willing to give a fair shake and benefit of the doubt, I wrote back and told her that I chose to believe it was maybe a little bit of both. Well, Norma? I know you're busy with depositions and weeds and all, but I think it's more Bloglines than you. I don't know what the problem is... I suppose I should write and ask. I try all different ways of saving drafts, posting into the future, the past, real-time -- or not. It doesn't seem to make much difference lately. I've never been much of a squeaky wheel, though -- there are times when I can squeak to beat the band -- maybe even the cicadas (DH brought a few specimens home from a trip to IL last weekend and he said they really WERE loud!) -- but there are other times, most times, when the self-doubt creeps in -- it creeps in everywhere! -- and confidence lags. Yeah, for even the simplest thing like, "Hey, Bloglines, why aren't you updating me?"
Okay, I've copied that last line, now I'm going to go paste it into an email to Bloglines.