A busy day of to-ing and fro-ing. Took the Man to work first thing, called in at Jo-Ann's craft emporium for sewing supplies on the way home. Just time to deal with some correspondence and speak to a couple of neighbours before jumping in the car again and setting out for a merry hour chopping veg.
Back home, I prepared for my sewing class, then set off to teach it - we tried cross-stitch this time, with modest success. And after that my own kids and I made an emergency trip to the shoe shop to buy sandals - even the Boy, whose feet don't grow for years at a stretch, was needing new ones.
I never thought I'd say this, but it looks like I might be falling in with the BNP! But no, its not the nasty British National Party, but the Bethlehem Neighbors for Peace - a group of local peace activists with fair trade sympathies. One of them runs a farmer's market in the town and has invited my new fair trade campaign outfit to take a table there.
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Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Location, location, location
Recently I've been doing a counted cross-stitch embroidery. This is more occupational therapy than creative expression - it's really just stitching-by-numbers - but at least it's the sort of undemanding thing you can get on with while playing Monopoly with the Boy. Which is what I was doing this morning.
It's been another one of those days when blogs intersect. The Man set off first thing with the Exile and other work-related friends to hike up Mount Greylock, the highest mountain in Massachusetts. Here's the view from the top.
That just left me and the Boy, since the Girl was away at her sleepover.
Our Monopoly set is actually 'Albany in a Box', which becomes more fun as I grow more familiar with the area. The Boy and I competed fiercely for my favourite landmark, Nipper (even though it's the equivalent of Whitechapel on the London board), but when the Boy decided to buy the much more prestigious Historic Cherry Hill (the equivalent of Piccadilly, amazingly) I told him he was welcome to it.
We eventually collected the Girl, and spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with the Exile's abandoned family. A good time was had by all.
It's been another one of those days when blogs intersect. The Man set off first thing with the Exile and other work-related friends to hike up Mount Greylock, the highest mountain in Massachusetts. Here's the view from the top. That just left me and the Boy, since the Girl was away at her sleepover.
Our Monopoly set is actually 'Albany in a Box', which becomes more fun as I grow more familiar with the area. The Boy and I competed fiercely for my favourite landmark, Nipper (even though it's the equivalent of Whitechapel on the London board), but when the Boy decided to buy the much more prestigious Historic Cherry Hill (the equivalent of Piccadilly, amazingly) I told him he was welcome to it.
We eventually collected the Girl, and spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with the Exile's abandoned family. A good time was had by all.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Scaredy ghosts
We were visited in the night by the Candy Ghoul! Apparently this is a neighbourhood tradition. Someone, unknown, leaves a small bag of sweets on your doorstep after dark, with instructions for you to do the same for three other neighbours. The bag also contains a drawing of a ghost to tape by your front door to show that you have already been visited.
Needless to say, the kids were thrilled, and just as excited to be the Candy Ghoul themselves. But when it came down to it, one of the houses they chose to visit was just too spooky to get close to after dusk, so they ended up throwing the sweets onto the drive and running home as fast as they could.
Generally speaking these days, if the kids aren't at school they are at a Hallowe'en fancy-dress party. But when by chance they find themselves at home they like to devote time to the domestic arts. The Girl continues to cook with enthusiasm (though she's still not at all interested in food), and serves up cups of tea given the least bit of encouragement.
Meanwhile the Boy has taken up sewing in a big way and is proving very adept at cross-stitch embroidery. He has spent hours working on a sampler today - here's a sneak preview of his work-in-progress. Apart from needle-threading and knotting he gets on by himself, and we sit together with our sewing like a couple of nice old ladies - except that from time to time my companion breaks into songs about toilets, which most of the nice old ladies I know tend not to do.
Needless to say, the kids were thrilled, and just as excited to be the Candy Ghoul themselves. But when it came down to it, one of the houses they chose to visit was just too spooky to get close to after dusk, so they ended up throwing the sweets onto the drive and running home as fast as they could.
Generally speaking these days, if the kids aren't at school they are at a Hallowe'en fancy-dress party. But when by chance they find themselves at home they like to devote time to the domestic arts. The Girl continues to cook with enthusiasm (though she's still not at all interested in food), and serves up cups of tea given the least bit of encouragement.
Meanwhile the Boy has taken up sewing in a big way and is proving very adept at cross-stitch embroidery. He has spent hours working on a sampler today - here's a sneak preview of his work-in-progress. Apart from needle-threading and knotting he gets on by himself, and we sit together with our sewing like a couple of nice old ladies - except that from time to time my companion breaks into songs about toilets, which most of the nice old ladies I know tend not to do.
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