I live in a pretty typical suburban neighborhood.
We have a fenced in back yard. It’s pretty big compared to some back yards, but not for this subdivision. We don’t have much lawn — it’s generally a bit wild for suburbia.
We’ve had our share of stray cats in the back yard and we feed them. The [...]
Archive for the ‘Observations’ Category
Little Foxes
Posted in Observations on June 17, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Best Hairdo Ever!
Posted in Observations, Spinning, tagged Kool-Aid Dyeing, Spinning on April 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
As a teenager, my first summer job was in the parking lot of a local amusement park. The job was outside, and I spent the long, hot days directing traffic, parking cars, and driving a tram. The uniform was dark blue shorts, a white collared shirt, and sneakers. I had really long hair then, and [...]
Transformations
Posted in Cats, Knitting, Observations, Projects, tagged Cats, Knitting on October 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My favorite yoga teacher, Amy, is writing a dissertation on yoga and meditation and the mind. In class last Sunday she talked about recent research in memory and how the brain processes it. She is very excited about how this research dovetails with her own on how meditation affects the brain.
I like Amy’s approach to [...]
ENOBLOGROLL
Posted in Blogroll, Observations, tagged Blog on October 19, 2008 | 1 Comment »
A standard feature of most personal blogs a blogroll which is a list of the blogs that the author reads. I don’t have one. Not because I don’t read other blogs, but because I just read a few of the most popular knitting blogs.
But I have recently expanded my horizon a bit. Added to Wendy [...]
Journal Entries
Posted in Knitting, Observations, tagged Knitting on September 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to those who do not share it, useful only accidentally, only secondarily, in the way that any compulsion tries to justify itself.
Joan Didion, “On Keeping a Notebook,” in Slouching Towards Bethlehem, 1968.
Over the years I’ve tried to keep a journal. I shopped for [...]

