Showing posts with label Krokbragd. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Krokbragd. Show all posts

Saturday, June 6, 2026

Who's on first? Krokbragd done

 This morning started too early. Here's a sample text thread with patient Handsome Son adjusting kindly to my confusion. I'm in blue. 



Things did improve after that. I walked early before it got hot, then spent the morning on the weaving and got it done 


Here it is, still on the loom


Here the moment of truth where you cut it off and see if it keeps its shape. It did.


Here's the back with all those ends woven in 


And the reveal, the front, with a row of pink tulips on gold,  and it's done. 

This was a great learning curve in several ways. I developed more skill in reading the work, and it's going to carry over to the bandweaving when I resume it.

Tea and cake arrived after a tuna sandwich lunch.


 Also strawberries.

I finished the Ayelet Waldman, hm, a bit long and drawn out, more years than I was up for, but still worth reading. It starts with a tragedy and goes in all directions from there 



Then there was Whistler, the latest Ann Patchett.  


As always, it's very readable and the characters are very annoying. It takes a while to find out what the title is about, and it's intriguing.

But, big minus for me, there's a lot of the publishing world in it, tiny world that writers think is significant and important. 

Well, they would, wouldn't they, to quote a very different lady in a very different but equally navel-gazing context.

And now I'm deep in The Matchmaker's Gift
 


At first I was all oh, not another East Side novel, then I got into it and it's not just another East Side novel. It's got generations and they're easy to keep straight when the story swerves back and forth, possibly a side effect of the wit sharpening involved in learning krokbragd. 

There's a steady forward drive of story.
There's magic realism, in good hands, it works. Take that, Allende! There's someone besides you who can do it. 

But there are plenty of writers who try and don't manage it, names redacted to protect the guilty. But I have a little list.

Anyway that's the current reading. Happy day everyone.  Read all the things worth finishing but stop when you want. We don't have to finish something just because we started it. So there!










Friday, June 5, 2026

Inch by inch, it's a cinch

This applies to the weaving which is finally making sense to me, and here's the latest. Yes, this form needs a lot of weaving in of ends.

I think I've got the daisy motif down, and there's no stopping me now.  Today daisies, tomorrow the world! Well, tulips anyway.

For some reason I found myself making a pound cake, from Baking on a Budget, first I ever made, though I've baked a lot of cakes. 

It smells good. A slice with strawberries later maybe.

Why I didn't notice the temp was going here, not really suited to baking, I don't know 

I was probably distracted by the accidental fridge art shadows 


I was out walking earlier while it was cool, just wandering about in new directions until I found myself near my own house, to my surprise. I must have walked in a more or less circle.

Back home the flower seeds are sprouting and suddenly the hibiscus is there. Every year I think oh, dead twigs, nothing happening, until overnight it does this 

This one will have lovely white flowers with red centers. 

I had an egg salad with chopped tiny red peppers and a wrap for lunch, very pretty, and thank you all for the ideas. With a strawberry milkshake.  And I planted the pepper seeds, why not.

I planted them in the sunflower pot because I think the birds may have swiped the sunflowers I saw sprouting. No sign of digging, the squirrels are staying away from the peppermint, so birds feeding young is my guess. Silly fellers, I was going to let the flowers go to seed for the birds anyway.

Various updates:

I now have a tentative way to get checks deposited without ride arrangements. I have a derma appointment close by, in December, not too far off my regular annual date. I've put in a call to the dryer vent people. Next week I have lab work and a COVID appointment set up.  So far so good.

My Governor has defended using the state police at the ICE prison, right before withdrawing them and letting the local mayor take over security. She's stopped ICE from attacking protesters and Delaney Hall is now (a bit) less chaotic. 

There's a judge's order to release a Colombian national today. And the Leg. and Governor are now behind legislation to require attorneys be provided for detainees. 

I think Gov Mikie's in a hurry to erase this week's botched work. Fine.

Happy day everyone, bit by bit we can get things dun. 

Which reminds me: when people say tell us about your experience in your own words, wtf does that mean? In who else's words can you tell your own lived experience? Just asking. 


Billie the Pup always talks in her own words