The Socks cont'd

Here they are after having turned the heel.




Cool, eh

What's New

Just a quick post then I'm gonna go make some music.

I started a new knitting project this past week that's very cool. I'm knitting socks. I've done it before, but using those pesky double pointed needles is frustrating.

So I found instructions for making them on a circular needle. I almost use circular needles exclusively anyway. I'm making them both at once and starting at the toes so I can try them on as I go. It's ridiculously simple.

Here's where I am so far.

The Tone-deaf Daredevils

Who, you ask, are The Tone-deaf Daredevils? That's our kitchen party band. We have ten members who get together as often as possible with as many of us as possible. We may have as many as eight or ten of us, or as few as two of us, making music.




We have the oddest collection of instruments and it could be any combination being played together on any given day. That's the advantage of having members who arrange music. We can make any combination of instruments work. Our member's instruments include the following: guitars, banjos, mandolins, fiddles, harp, flutes, saxophone, clarinets, trombone, tuba, oboe, recorders (soprano, alto, tenor, bass) harmonica, accordion, and piano ... I think that covers it, oh, yeah, and Muggins who will howl along once in a while. Most often, you'd hear fiddles, sax, and guitar, or trombone and clarinet.














This past weekend, our two newest members were in attendance. Instruments involved were fiddles, guitars and mandolin. As the evening wore on, it dwindled to two guitars and a mandolin, then the kitchen got quiet for an hour or so, with only the music of chatter and laughter.




However, somewhere in the wee small hours, after more beer and scotch, two guitars rang out again.








It's been a long time since I saw 2:30 in the morning.

Granny Sounds Like an Angel

Just when you thought Granny couldn't be any more diversified, it happens. Not only does Granny play toe-tapping fiddle tunes, hootnanny type banjo songs, and high Flute-nt (ha ha ... I love puns) descants on the flute, now Granny is making heavenly sounds.
















Yes, now Granny plays like an angel with her new lap harp. Listen carefully and you can hear Granny's lovely strains of Twinkle Twinkle, Frere Jacques, and Lavender Blue floating on the clouds, above the trees, out here in paradise.

And the Turtle Becomes A Caboose

We have been planning to get a truck camper (Turtle) for a while now, so we could travel around North America with our shell on our back. So last week we went to the local RV place to learn about them. They had no truck campers, but they had lots of other RV's that were less expensive than the truck camper we had been planning on.

Hmmm .... makes you think .... after several days of pondering and a couple of visits to the RV place, the Turtle is dead, long live the Caboose.

Here are some pix: