I would blog today if I could think of something to blog about, and I would have blogged yesterday too if I could have thought of something to blog about. It seems I have reached the bottom of the blogging barrel. I assume it’s just temporary, but time will tell.
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knitnut.net: I have a drug problem
I have a drug problem. I’ve been getting 3-day migraines roughly once a month for the past 15 years or so. If you do the math, that means I’ve had migraines about 10% of the time. I only found out a year ago that they were migraines. Before that, I
Continue readingknitnut.net: Compatible quirks
GC and I went to Haveli’s in the market for the all-you-can-eat Indian lunch buffet a couple of weeks ago. Before eating, I paid a visit to the washroom, where I encountered a woman washing her hands. She appeared to be doing a very thorough job, and was in fact
Continue readingknitnut.net: The Terrible Twos
My son never went through the Terrible Twos. He breezed through two just as sweetly as he breezed through one. He was friendly and agreeable, and we got along happily almost all the time. (He was a very good negotiator though. His second sentence, for example, was “Not yet, soon.”)
Continue readingknitnut.net: Only Pets
I still watch the Birds for Sale category on Kijiji, just in case. (In case of what, I’m not really sure. The last thing I need is another bird.) Last night we went to Critter Jungle for dog food, and of course I stopped by the bird section to say
Continue readingknitnut.net: Skydiving, triglycerides, pajamas and inboxes
My friend Siobhan went skydiving a couple of days ago. She’s in a wheelchair because she has ALS. She was diagnosed last year, when her youngest child was just five weeks old. Siobhan’s determined to make the most of the rest of her life, and I can’t wait to see what
Continue readingknitnut.net: Tender Ears and Evil Eyes
Simon has discovered I have ears. I mean, he’s always known I have ears, but he used to think I only had them after a shower, when my hair was wet. Now he has figured out that I always have ears. So 30 or 40 times a day, he flies
Continue readingknitnut.net: Little friends
GC and Rosie and I spent Saturday afternoon hanging out with these people: We filled a castle with dinosaurs, built a marble race, ate imaginary elephants, raced cars, flew jets and taught a triceratops how to ride a horse. And every time anybody pooped on the potty, we all got
Continue readingknitnut.net: Random weirdness
The Writer’s Idea Book, by Jack Heffron, contains more than 400 writing prompts and writing exercises. I borrowed it from the library a couple of days ago. First thing I did when I got it was read the table of contents. Then I decided to just randomly open the book
Continue readingknitnut.net: Wanted
I wonder if Coyote knows his mugshot is plastered all over that new coffee roasting place on Anderson Street? The last thing he needs is a bunch of heavily caffeinated bounty hunters on his tail. Speaking of bounty hunters, I was thinking about the ways my sister and I used
Continue readingknitnut.net: Homemade pottery
Here’s the rest of the pottery we made at Chandler Swain’s Pottery Camp. Mostly I see these pieces as funny little wobbly things that we made with our very own hands. Their charm lies in their obvious lack of proficiency. The day we picked them up, I made stuffed green
Continue readingknitnut.net: Hostile corporate messaging
Further to my post the other day about Fabricland, here’s a photograph of the sign that hangs over the check-out area. I know it’s hard to read, so I’ve transcribed it for you. It’s especially fun if you read it out loud. Shout whenever you get to the all-caps
Continue readingknitnut.net: Ottawa Citizen outs mentally ill man
On Saturday the Ottawa Citizen ran a story called Pleas to help mentally ill son ignored, mother says. It was in Hugh Adami’s column, The Public Citizen. Complete with names and a photograph, this article provides detailed personal information about a 22-year-old man who lives in Ottawa’s shelter system. The
Continue readingknitnut.net: First, borrow a kitchen
This is a messy job. I recommend using your boyfriend’s kitchen, especially if he has a Cuisinart and a tendency to clean up after you. You start with this: About halfway through, the kitchen will look like this: And the great big pot will look like this: When your great
Continue readingknitnut.net: Announcing the Worst Customer Service Contest
Let’s have a Worst Customer Service contest! I’m going to nominate Fabricland on Merivale Road for their absence of customer service. I bought thread there yesterday. In fact, I’m a card-carrying member of Fabricland, and I go there fairly regularly. So they weren’t just having an off-day. I got to
Continue readingknitnut.net: We know how to have fun
Here are some of the things we did this weekend: Spent a day out at Chandler’s, painting and glazing the rest of our pottery pieces. Went to the International Puppet Festival in Almonte, which features the shortest and best parade ever. Went to the Garlic Festival in Carp, which proves
Continue readingknitnut.net: From Harlequin Romances to Charles Bukowski
I have to watch what I read, for two reasons. The first is that I tend to adopt the writing style of whomever I’m reading. It’s just like “You are what you eat,” only it’s “You write what you read.” My mother first brought this to my attention when I
Continue readingknitnut.net: New neighbours, old garbage
Remember when you were a little kid, and a new family would move onto your street? You’d stand there watching the moving truck being unloaded, looking for clues about the children, how old they were, and what sex, hoping they’d have one just like you, someone with the potential to
Continue readingknitnut.net: Psychopaths versus turtles
One day last week, while we were making pottery, Chandler mentioned the turtles. Apparently they have turtles in Blakeney, Ontario, and a lot of them get killed crossing the road. So Chandler and her husband make a point of helping turtles across the road whenever they see them inching along.
Continue readingknitnut.net: How I spent my summer vacation
GC and I spent last week at Chandler Swain’s pottery camp, on the banks of the Mississippi River in Blakeney, Ontario. There were nine of us at camp, including Chandler and her dog, William. Chandler is my favourite potter, and I’ve collected a variety of her pieces over the years.
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