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Mrs. Shayne’s Adventures in Geothermal, Part 1

Mrs. Shayne’s Adventures in Geothermal, Part 1

Dear Kay, Our upstairs heater went out a few weeks ago. I called the guy. He came, handed me a piece of paper with an estimate scrawled on it, and said, “We can do it on Thursday if you want us to.” Someday soon, I may look back on that day with regret and nostalgia, because at this point, we seem to have departed on a journey in HVAC that feels like Captain Cook heading off for the Hawaiian Islands. We, and by “we” I...

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Happy Birthday to My Dad!

Happy Birthday to My Dad!

Dear Kay, Today is Dad’s 80th birthday. A few years ago, he let me take custody of his baby book. It’s one of those treasures that I would jump back into a burning house to retrieve. It’s a bit of time travel back to 1931 in south Alabama. I frankly think he has not changed a bit. He looks exactly like this today: This next picture is so haunting. Cahaba was outside Selma where Dad and his family would spend the summer. It...

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Frivolous Friday

Frivolous Friday

Dear Ann, You know how it goes. You take a little unscheduled vacation from the blog, and the randomness starts to pile up in your inbox. Here we have a hat seen yesterday at Ascot: It’s no Princess Beatrice At The Wedding, of course. More (many more) Ascot hats over at Tom and Lorenzo. And of course there’s always knitting. Ever since Tracey and Mel posed in a sweater-for-two on the cover of Knit Two Together, it was only a matter...

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SEALKs: Sea, Air & Land Knitting Forces

SEALKs: Sea, Air & Land Knitting Forces

The ultimate clandestine operatives. Dear Kay, I was amazed by the incredible Navy SEALs who busted it on Sunday’s mission in Abbottabad. So I went looking on the Internet for more information about how I too could become a part of this elite force. CHECK IT OUT! There’s a place for us, hon. Stow your Peaches n Creme–we’re moving out. [From the Navy website] Navy SEALKs (Sea, Air & Land Knitting Forces) Conducting...

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What Comes of Procrastination

What Comes of Procrastination

Dear Kay, Right this minute I’ve got three things going on that may cause me to spontaneously combust at any moment. 1. Watching a live streaming view of a hummingbird nest in Orange County, California. 2. While listening to Jeff Buckley singing Hallelujah. 3. And admiring the true originality of Ann Weaver’s knitting designs. I haven’t ever seen them before and haven’t met her but wish I had. I have to say: if...

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A Thought on Apple and Steve Jobs

Dear Kay, I heard the news the other day that Steve Jobs is taking a leave of absence for health reasons. I thought about him all day, and keep thinking about him. I have used Apple computers since 1991. Twenty years. The interface is so familiar to me at this point, so ingrained, that I am flummoxed whenever I have to work on a PC. It’s like a bad-fitting shoe; I can’t stand it. A PC feels terrible, from the look of the desktop to...

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Sunday Listening

Sunday Listening

Dear Kay, As promised, here’s “Out Counting Sheep,” the BBC radio documentary just out from our roving friend, Matt Thompson. This makes excellent listening while knitting, as Tina pointed out when she heard it on the air yesterday. Also good to hear while taste-testing cookies for the cookie vote below. Which continues until midnight CDT tonight. Love, Ann PS Those are Martha’s Vineyard sheep up there, whom I met a few...

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Best Medicine

Best Medicine

Dear Ann, You know that science has proven that laughing is good for you, right? This morning, thanks to Twitter and Norma, I have been laughing so hard at Damn You, Auto Correct that Olive is trying to call 911 on me. The auto corrects themselves are very funny, but what has me hysterical to the point of airway obstruction are the reactions– shocked, bemused, offhand– by the recipients of these odd messages. (My fave so far is a...

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Gearing Up

Gearing Up

Dear Kay, Clif and I had a fine time decorating the Christmas tree last night. At 11, he is past one sort of Christmas and on to another. We were talking about a small cousin and what we should get for her, and I told him that her aunt and uncle wanted to keep it down to a few things, because she’s kind of wanty right now. Clif said, “Oh. Right. She’s at the toy stage. Just wait until she figures out electronics. Gets a lot...

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