these days of leiderhosen

Guava bush on the Embarcadero, San Francisco 9/10 5:15 PM at eye-level. Yes. Parrots. Preening, scawking, squabbling, showboating parrots. They were very aware that the bush they lit on was surrounded by two dozen tourists and locals all with cameras and cellphones. The flock did everything but grant interviews. They were so close you could stroke them. Listening to: Carla Bruni's new album: Comme Si de Rien N'Etait. Very good. Craving: A bear claw or anything with toasted almonds Knitting: the Cookie A's Katrina sweater, take two ( increase issue on previous edition) Spinning: Fat Cats superwash, sky blue and a rich light tan. Finished: Plying Fat Cat's Oscar. It's wet and dripping from a doorknob Thinking: I need more Pilot Precise Pens, blue. Tonight: Jessica and Knitting/Drinking Group Hoping: to fiscally make it through the month. Reading: Spin Off Magazine Dreading: A proposed dinking with of funding (yep, it's my job) Lost: ?? Found: Five quarters. I lo...

Melinda June, you are a superhero . Knit your own battle bonnet . Miss S. from previous posting came for mid-day coffee & gossip today. She is just splendid.

Darling Franklin. He has such great ideas . And if you want a good laugh, move onto reading the comments of the woolly and overheated. Miss Violet of the hysterical Lime and Violet podcast may be ready to discard Sideshow Husband for a sexy bald guy with Wollmeise . And if it's Wollmeise, what's not to love? Something breathtaking off of Etsy. I swear I am going to get y'all hooked and make you promise to buy all your Christmas Gifts from craftsy peoples. Okay, One more Etsy item to admire. Who doesn't need sweater taxidermy? This week's " Wait,Wait Don't Tell Me " me was recorded in a downpour in Chicago's Millennium Park. You can hear the splattering on the podcast edition. I felt parched just listening to it.

The following is a ongoing service announcement. Professionally, I am lucky enough to work with a perfectly lovely and extraordinary woman who fails to see the gem she is, so this is an email response I had the pleasure of sending her this morning. I was rather worked up at the moment. To everybody else: don't fucking discount your abilities. You have a moment when you bat one over the fence? Get down and groove with it and make sure you tell yourself how utterly righteous in-the-moment-fabulous you are. Or I will, in fact, come down there. Or send you incendiary emails. ----------------------- To Miss S___.: From M. Leiderhosen. Sent Mon 9/8/2008 12:23 PM Well, for Great Holy Pete... For the millionth time, S____: You are not a peon! You are merely underpaid and with any luck, that will be fixed soon. Will you please please please stand up and put on the damn tiara you DESERVE. People STATE-WIDE professionally admire and appreciate your efforts. You are doing a fantastic job (a...

Today was a particularly trying day at Special Olympics cross-country practice. It should be a lesson in cultivating patience, but I fail a great deal more than I succeed. The commute home from the South Bay wasn't pleasant either. I walked in the door of Casa del Grant and immediately tripped and fell into an uneasy afternoon nap, despite the heat. I woke up sweaty and confused and proceeded to return the some calls and emails which probably wasn't the best timing. Apologies would begin here if I even knew how and where to start. Somewhere mid-dinner Steven picked an argument which sent me into my closet for a two hour tidy. It's a nice sized closet complete with chair and lamp in there and now I am considering installing a bed and big fuck-off lock. It's my one space that has no yarn, books in residence or spinning equipment; it's also the only place that is all mine. Today has been difficult in a lot of ways; the exact opposite of seven days ago. Steven is now i...

A four on the Richter Scale . Such fun. Just one firm shake this time, no rolling. State of affairs at the time: Fully dressed this time, I was roasting fresh peaches under the broiler and everything started quivering. The cat hasn't been seen for three hours and she just appeared all puffed out from underneath a hamper. UPDATE: Our Fresh Decorah Import undergoes his first CA shimmy . Nobody freaks, but he did find the quake link on craigslist. I was here for the 1989 Loma Preieta, just prior to following some heartbreak to Washington; the aftershocks lasted for weeks. We were all jumpy as cats.

Seriously craving an ikea POÄNG Armchair a nd foot stool. They had two at the beach house. Way major reading comfort. Maybe in orange.