You're To Kill a Mockingbird!
by Harper Lee
Perceived as a revolutionary and groundbreaking person, you have
changed the minds of many people. While questioning the authority around you, you've
also taken a significant amount of flack. But you've had the admirable guts to
persevere. There's a weird guy in the neighborhood using dubious means to protect you,
but you're pretty sure it's worth it in the end. In the end, it remains unclear to you
whether finches and mockingbirds get along in real life.
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Courtesy of Everybody Loves Saturday Night.
Not much knitting to report despite less blogging. I've been Googling for mango recipes - Boss's tree in South Florida is putting out monster 2 lb. fruits like a mad thing and, though I have never made jam in my life, I really want to make mango jam. They are just too good to waste, and the raccoons are getting more of them than the humans.
I also had a very long, very wonderful phone conversation with my wonderful Girlchid last night, one of those rambling discussions about art and spirituality and finding a place to live and the joys of one's own washer/dryer. I did not plug in the headphone, because I didn't feel like looking for it, so no yarny accomplishments. I stayed up too late and woke up too early and spent the day looking and feeling like Death Warmed Over. Tonight I must go to bed early. Although I rarely feel my age, when I don't get enough rest or over-indulge in other ways I definitely look it. And then some.
The Manos-like-product from eBay finally spoke up and said it wants to be a Lo-Tech Sweat. I'm only a couple of inches into the back but I can tell it's going to be very warm and comfy for chilly morning dog walks. So yes, though it seems demented to work with wool when it's in the mid-90s outside, that's what air conditioning is for. Besides,
and that means I don't care about knitting things "in season." I mock the very idea of knitting summer things in summer, winter things in winter - hell, if I did that I'd never finish anything in time to wear it! But my wrist is a bit tender, so tonight I think it will be some rooibos tea and my crocheted All Seasons Shawl before a very early bedtime. Photos soon, I promise.
Sure-fire raccoon repellent: male urine. I know, gross, but we never have trouble with raccoons on the balcony now that we have our spray bottle of Pest Eradicating Elixir. A little spritz in the corners once in a while and you're, er, golden. Can't help with a mango recipe, though. They're not a big crop here in Canada!
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Oh, the Boss doesn't mind sharing with the little varmints, they only eat the dropped fruit anyway, but he's just trying to get them picked before too many drop and the raccoons move in and hold all-night mango parties outside his door. (I'd rather have that problem, at least mangoes are quiet - when the raccoons party here it's in my idiot neighbors' recycling bin - crashing glass at 3 a.m.)
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