What do I have in common with this woman?

This is Grandma Moses...

and?

I am going to be a Grandma!

Yes I am alive and have a new sweater

It has been a while since I posted here. I suppose it could be it is because I have had nothing too amusing to tell you about my winter in New England. Oh yeah, wait! There are no vegetables here in the winter and people don't know how to drive even though they never move away from here and have been here their whole lives in the snow. Oh yeah, one more thing....if I hear someone say "SOFER" instead of SOFA one more time, I may go insane.

So yeah, I have been knitting. Cooking and knitting keep me sane. A garden would help but there is no way in hell (or New England) that this will happen. So this is a Bohus sweater called Wild Apple. Do Wild Apples grow in snow? They do now.



I don't know what is up with my camera but I can't get a good picture of it. Could be the problem of no natural sun.



Just to cheer myself up I added something to the sleeve even though it wasn't called for. I am a crazy woman breaking the rules on this sweater.



No really, I will be fine.

White Xmas

It is going to be a white Xmas here afterall. We are getting pelted with a snow storm. I still love it though. There is something very cool (no pun intended) about sitting around all Sunday with the fireplace on and snow outside. Of course Mr Yarn has to shovel and snow blow but I will be supportive.



Esther loves the snow!



I don't think the heat lamps will be working for a while.



I think that there will be some shoveling to do

Brrrrr!

Ok, so I didn't really believe that the snow would ever be here again. I figured that last year was a fluke and it was a bunch of hooey that it really snows here every year. I was wrong.



I guess my herbs are really going to die and that basil really can't live through the winter



It is cold.

St. Brigid is done!

I finished my Starmore "St. Brigid' sweater and I am really happy with how it turned out. I know that I don't post all that much here anymore but I post almost everyday on Bite Me New England For now I am just sort of post my knitting and other misc stuff. I am almost done with Heroine. Just one more sleeve to go and then I have to felt it.

WHAT DID *I* DO TODAY???!!!!

See all of the damn leaves? AWWWWW pretty you say? PFFFT. I raked the damn things and stepped in dog poop along the way. Glad you asked?

Annie and Tim and Halloween in New England

Annie and Tim came to visit and Annie knitted me my very own monster. I can not tell you how much I love this monster and how much I love that Annie made it for me.



So, it was the day before Halloween and what better place to go visit than Sleepy Hollow



We visited Ralph Waldo Emerson's grave.



Someone left him a note. He is dead and I don't think he will be able to read it.

On Halloween we had a party. We made Candy Corn Martini's. I may have drank one too many because even looking at this picture kind of makes me sick.



Tim wore a really creepy mask



Annie and I wore weird eye lashes



Dakota wore little devil ears and wasn't too into it.



and Mr Yarn....well...what do I say?

Yeah, I am still here...

Got the back of St Brigid done. I think it will be done by the first snow. Technically it snowed a couple of weeks ago but I mean the first REAL snow.

Not much happening here. Annie and Tim are coming to visit in a couple of days and I can't wait. We will be having a Halloween party on Saturday so maybe there will be more pictures and things to post from that.

Neil Young and my Brother

When I was a teenager my brother would bug me because I listened to Neil Young over and over and over again. He hated him. I loved him. So my brother wrote up an agreement that read something like "In ten years hence Neil Young will be forgotten". We signed in agreement (him) and in disagreement me. Years went by and this agreement lived in a harmonica case that I dragged everywhere I moved.

My brother just came to visit and when he asked to borrow a t-shirt, this is what I found to give him



I won.

Change change changes!

I know I sound like a grump not liking fall, but if you had to deal with this



you wouldn't like it either. Fair is fair though and it is pretty incredible when it starts to peek. This is for my California friends that just don't get the changing colors of the trees. You can say "We do!" but you don't.

We were driving and I was trying to get some pictures. Most of it is through a rainy window

I am knitting but not really having fun

I started a new sweater. I am sick of the lace I am knitting on. This is Alice Starmore's St. Brigid. I am changing it a bit because the original is an 80's sweater that comes down to the knees and has fringe. That would most likely make me look like Cousin It.

I know that I haven't been posting here very much lately but it is because I really have been spending more time cooking and blogging to "Bite Me New England. I will keep posting here as well but there isn't a whole lot happening right now. Unless you want to see the stupid colors of the trees because winter is coming and I will be living in the freezing cold again. No really the trees are beautiful.

Noooooooooooooooo!!!

See that red thing in the distance? It is a tree. It is changing colors. Do you know what that means? It means having to rake for days. It means the pool closing down. It means having to schlep everything off the patio before it snows. It means putting away normal summer clothes and replacing it with the Michelin Tire Man clothes that make you look like a cream puff.

I never thought I would resent Fall.

My old friends are weird...

Lee and Nikki came to visit. They are friends that I have had for a long long time. I have been missing them something terrible. I knew that they would appreciate the history around here. So, I took them to Minuteman State Park and showed them the whole Paul Revere thing.

We went to the "Bridge"



We rode the trail (in the car not on horse)



and we went to Sudbury to see the Wayside Inn. We also went to Walden Pond (well, we drove by it and went to the gift shop because we didn't feel like paying for parking).

But what we were all waiting for was unspoken



Saturday we went to Lizzy Borden's house in Fall River.



I took pictures of some of the stuff but not all of it.



(see the orb out the window...that isn't glare it is an orb from a ghost...shutup...it is!)



Look to the right of that picture...another ORB.



Look on the ceiling to the left of the picture.... UFO? I'm just sayin....




Lizzy's sewing machine...pssst...look at the right hand side of the wall....

and because Lee and Nikki are sorta sick puppies we had to go to the cemetery to see "Lizbeth" (NO, we didn't put the flowers there).



So that was fun.

Come visit and we will take you somewhere fun too.

A trip to Bar Harbor but I did hear banjo's playing

We went with Cathy and Jeff to Bar Harbor. It was beautiful. We spent our time walking around the town and walking and driving around Acadia State Park.

We saw sand dollars



and seaweed



Crab...(ok, it WAS dead)



Ocean and trees



Took touristy pictures



Saw Thunder Hole



Views from Thunder Mountain



Flowers



A midget lighthouse that closed right when we got there so we couldn't climb up the 5 steps



A tourist shop filled with crystal that were really sparkly



Tall ships



and now for the banjo part (Cathy, turn away so you don't get reaggravated)



Meet our guide for 2 hours on a private boat cruise. His name is Winston. Read what the website had to say about him:

"Blessed with a healthy curiosity, Capt. Shaw has "never met a fact he wasn't interested in" according to his wife Joyce. And there is nothing he enjoys more than sharing the wealth of information he has collected over the past quarter century with visitors eager to truly "experience" all Acadia National Park and the Mount Desert Island area has to offer."

Sharing the information meant that he talked about himself (with his back turned to where we were going) and didn't shut up for 2 hours. He has done every job in the world as well as having lived in San Francisco. Imagine THAT. Problem was that he never told us about anything else about our surroundings (unless we asked which Cathy, bless her heart, kept trying to do). Luckily Jeff had his eye on the ocean so we didn't hit the 10 lobster traps that he was heading straight for.

I tried to get video but it wasn't easy to do it without being obvious. Here is a sample of what we listened to for 2 hours but I am sorry that I didn't get any of his stories about having to get his clearance from homeland security or the story of him passing out in Arizona, or his escapades in New Mexico, or being at Berkeley or you name it and he told us.



There was more (2 hours worth...) and every story turned into something about himself...



I didn't catch it here but I wanted to share. The worse part of this whole thing is that he was going about 5 miles an hour. It was just tedium. There wasn't anything to see and we just putted around. Problem was he charged us for the extra time it ran over because he talked so much and went so slow. Not to mention that he was 15 minutes late taking off because I was stupid enough to tell him that we moved to Massachusetts from the Bay area.

Argh...

So, on the way home I took a picture of a house that I saw on the way there that I loved. Check it out.



Ok, that is all...carry on.