Random Assortedness

Marth Vilate Shaw McAllister, my great, grandmother
One of the original scowl wearers.
I gotta get me one of those hats!

I have not forgotten about you. I've been ancestering (isn't a word) and freaking out about ancestors and it's very addictive like a facebook game. Finding death certificates and birth certificates and, as I mentioned to a not-quite-relative I met through ancestry.com, I hope one day that someone gets as excited about my death certificate. One can hope.


I'm knitting every night. I'm working on two scowls for women I've met through Shelley's blog. I'm working on having more scowls ready for an open house at the end of September at my niece's salon and bootie-Q. She already has some artwork in there that she's "selling." And my scowls are more affordable and functional yet still artwork. Remember, the scowls cover those unfortunate hickeys, unsightly neck sag and vampire bites among other disgusting things you might acquire in day.


I had to take my car into the dealer to get some thing replaced that had been recalled by VW. Too bad they didn't recall the car. What was slightly funny was that I kept thinking that time was just whizzing by me. I made the appointment at the dealership for Aug 25 at 1pm but then showed up on Aug 24th at 1pm and insisted that it was the 25th. I met a few folks who love corgis and one lady who loved knitting, while I sat and knitted, chatting and insisted that it was the 25th of August. I got the thing replaced. I'm at that age where ditzy is expected and I'm loving it.


I spend more and more time with Bradley. He is my "date" so to speak several nights a week, along with Bella and my knitting needles though when Bradley is with me, I cannot use the needles in the way I'd like. By poking him with them.

Last weekend I walked with my sister and Bella on the beach. I notice a lot of bird carcasses. Mostly because Bella thinks every time we go to the beach, it' smells like teen spirit Thanksgiving.