Technology & Me
My alarm didn’t go off this morning. I have one of those iPod clock radios, and apparently the iPod portion is smarter than I am. This, sad to say, isn’t the first time it has happened. I’m beginning to feel technology is overwhelming my brain’s capacity.
A friend of mine told me his grandmother crossed the prairie in a covered wagon, and before she died she flew in a jet plane. I wonder if my grandkids will brag about me one day. My grandma saw the first transistor radio, and before she died she was on Facebook. Read more
Winter Hats in July
Two of my children and five of the nine grandkids visited the movie set of TRADING CHRISTMAS last Friday. Ted and the kids were extras in a scene at a rental car agency. While the temperatures were in the mid-seventies and the sky slightly overcast, they were required to don heavy winter gear. The reason I mention this is because the hats and scarves worn by the grandkids are ones I personally knitted. When the film airs, please pay special attention to the Fair Isle hat*. Of course I want you to watch the movie, but that Fair Isle hat with S Read more
One Lucky Guy
My husband is one lucky guy . . . and I’m not just saying that because he married me. He’s just plain lucky.
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Christmas in July
This is a stellar day in the Macomber household. Five of our nine grandchildren are heading to Vancouver, BC and the movie set of TRADING CHRISTMAS as extras. The scene takes place in the airport, where the character, Faith, is looking to book a rental car. It’s the heart of winter in the movie, so they’re required to wear coats, mittens, gloves and scarves. All of our kids and grandkids are hams, so this should be very interesting. Read more
Puppy Love
If my typinggggggg isd a bit weird, it’s because Bogie is sitting on my lap. WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWayne thoughtfully brought him to the office to visit. Bogie is intent on licking all the make-up offf my face. Visiting the office is a rare treat for him. He runs to see me and then Renate, my assistant, and then Heidi and lastly Wanda. He gets lots of attention and then heads back upstairs to me and hopp[[[[[s into my lap. If my book is late I have a valid excuse. I had a dog in my lap demanding attention. Read more
Treasures of a Different Sort
While most of the country is suffering through sweltering heat, Seattle and Port Orchard have been dealing with day after day of rain. Saturday I took advantage of the gloomy skies to sort through some of the items I’d tucked away after my mother died. She had boxes and boxes of recipes that she’d kept through the years. As I read through her handwritten notes, I realized how much of my heritage has been passed down through recipes. All four of my grandparents were dirt-poor immigrant farmers. I own very little of what was valuable to them; no j Read more
Ask and You Shall Receive
My friend and gifted knitting designer, Nicky Epstein, is in town for Stitch and Pitch. (She tosses out the opening pitch at the Seattle Mariners game tonight—go Nicky!) Nicky, along with her husband, Howard, and Bob and Jean Dunbabin, who own Cascade Yarn Company, were at our home last night for a pot luck in Nicky’s honor. Wouldn’t you know it, rain was forecast. Twenty some people were scheduled to spend the evening on our deck. It simply couldn’t rain. It would ruin everything.
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Knitting & Relaxation
I’ve been knitting on this incredibly complicated Aran sweater for my grandson, Collin. It was supposed to be for his birthday last month, which tells you how long I’ve been working on it. The sweater has been giving me fits and false starts from the beginning. I was up to the shoulders on the front and read the pattern again. That’s when I realized I’d made a mistake when I cast off for the underarms. I debated if I should leave it or not and decided I would rip that whole section out and start again.
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More Driving with Jazmine
My sixteen-year-old granddaughter, Jazmine, is attending summer school. This morning I picked her up on my way into the office. I was a few minutes early and thought I’d let her drive, as she needs the practice. Our last adventure behind the wheel was traumatic, but I’ve recovered. Jazz was extra cautious this time. She went 20 mph in a 45 mph zone. (Mind you, this is on Mile Hill Drive with a nice downhill slope.) The line of cars behind us stretched from Port Orchard to Seattle. I bit my tongue and let her drive. Read more
That Righteous Feeling
I walked two miles in my swimming suit this morning. (If that isn’t enough to make you gasp in horror I don’t know what is!) I should explain that I was wearing a jogging outfit over the swimsuit. I was up at 4 a.m. and ready to beat the water at the local swimming pool into submission only to discover the pool was closed for repairs. Since I was already up and awake, I dragged Bogie out of bed, attached the leash and took off. There’s no feeling more righteous than exercising early in the morning! Read more
Bleary-eyed
I think I must be getting old and crotchety. The neighborhood fireworks frenzy went on well past midnight last night. Just when I started drifting off someone would set off another firework and I was instantly alert. (I think I’ve watched the movie Red Dawn one too many times.) Even though I’m bleary-eyed this morning, I’m eager to dig into my day after a wonderful holiday weekend.