Rally To Restore Sanity and/or Fear

the rally will be tomorrow, saturday, october 30 in DC and i'm sad to say that i won't be able to go! very sad... so my tv machine is set to record it (9a.m. PST). and in the afternoon several like-minded neighbors will gather here at dome central to drink some wine, dine on snacky things and have our own rally as we watch the recorded rally in DC. evidently, according to Jim, there will be a carry-over group who will stay to watch some kind of game... don't know if it's fball or bball and don't care much either way as i'm sure i'll be able to find something else to do and will enjoy my ipod at sufficient volume to drown out any of that irritating game noise! i'm so wishing for more sanity and less fear in this country... and on the planet!

in the words of Jon Stewart:

“I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore!”

Who among us has not wanted to open their window and shout that at the top of their lungs?

Seriously, who?

Because we’re looking for those people. We’re looking for the people who think shouting is annoying, counterproductive, and terrible for your throat; who feel that the loudest voices shouldn’t be the only ones that get heard; and who believe that the only time it’s appropriate to draw a Hitler mustache on someone is when that person is actually Hitler. Or Charlie Chaplin in certain roles.

Are you one of those people? Excellent. Then we’d like you to join us in Washington, DC on October 30 — a date of no significance whatsoever — at the Daily Show’s “Rally to Restore Sanity.”

Ours is a rally for the people who’ve been too busy to go to rallies, who actually have lives and families and jobs (or are looking for jobs) — not so much the Silent Majority as the Busy Majority. If we had to sum up the political view of our participants in a single sentence… we couldn’t. That’s sort of the point.

Think of our event as Woodstock, but with the nudity and drugs replaced by respectful disagreement; the Million Man March, only a lot smaller, and a bit less of a sausage fest; or the Gathering of the Juggalos, but instead of throwing our feces at Tila Tequila, we’ll be actively *not* throwing our feces at Tila Tequila. Join us in the shadow of the Washington Monument. And bring your indoor voice. Or don’t. If you’d rather stay home, go to work, or drive your kids to soccer practice… Actually, please come anyway. Ask the sitter if she can stay a few extra hours, just this once. We’ll make it worth your while.

pumpkin

here's the best use i've found for punkins! clean it out and stuff with a mixture of cooked rice, sauteed onion, celery, garlic, seasonings, dried fruits (craisins, apple, pear, etc) chopped nuts, apply EVOO to the outside and bake about an hour at 350 or til the punkin shell is cooked. cut into wedges and.... mmmmmm!!

The Birds

here in my queendom it's sounding like a scene from Hitchcock's The Birds ... the grapes in the vineyard are ripening and the birds have come from everywhere else to feast on them. Periodically, the bird cannon up in the vineyard booms... sending all that swarm of birds into the air yelling at each other about their interrupted meal. it reminds me of my dad's story from years ago before they had the cannons. he was walking around the vineyard with a shot gun trying to scare them off and fired off one that didn't actually go just up in the air as usual, but ricocheted off a tree and hit a deer that was wandering thru in search of a grape snack. unbelievably, it killled the deer! Dad was mortified! he's not a hunter of animals, so being an upstanding citizen, he call the dept. of wildlife and asked them what to do with it.. and they gave him instructions and said they'd be out to get the deer. they arrived, gave him a ticket for killing a deer without a license or permit or tag or whatever it's called.... and told him he'd have to go to court... AND they took the deer away. he had to appear before a judge, tell his story, get a lecture and pay a fine. too bad he didn't know about the SSS creed i lived by when i had sheep and lambs in the pasture and saw a dog trying to get in with them... nah, i never did the shoot, shovel and shut up thing. i only had a bb gun, but did threaten... and there were neighbor dog-owners who seemed to believe me.

the noise is taking a toll on Tasha-the-dog-who-is-scared-of-her-shadow (really!!), so i moved her pillow to a place where the sound is muffled and she lies there with Meika on the floor beside her keeping her company.

Tillamook

Last Saturday noon we went to Tillamook. one of Linda's customers had invited her to come to a knit-in there and have a Twisted Sister book signing... and also told her to bring some yarn, patterns, fibers etc to sell. there were 4 of us to do the signing. there were probably 50 or so people sitting around tables in the Public Market

knitting and chatting. the market is in a restored old building in downtown Tillamook, and has been set up to accommodate vendors and food and drink sellers. it is a really nice venue for small business/home businesses to sell their wares and at $200 a month rent is a good way for them to see if they have a saleable product or even want to do retail.

Jan gave me some sort of idle warning about not putting a photo of her here.... but i did it. i ain't askeered. so... here's Jan, Steph and Linda.

oregon coast

last friday Linda and i went over to Rockaway Beach
for a 3 day weekend which we'd thought would be a twisted sister weekend... but we were the only ones who could go... so we did... and it was really a fun and relaxing 3 days! we'd rented a little house with a back yard which connects to the beach. it's got an upstairs sitting room/tv room/den with large window overlooking the beach and therefore great light to spin and knit by... so we did! i established my fiber nest and surrounded myself with yarn, fiber, books, drinks, snacks and settled in. Linda had a similar nest.

we had warm and sunny days and great sunsets, did a little bit of shopping at Flamingo Jim's, drawn there by his big sale signs, cruised around the Trash and Treasures shop, found an ice cream shop and made the most of our time there.

the view from the porch.....

i brought a 3 of the few garden-ripened tomatoes we got. the cut up one is Purple Cherokee and is my most favorite!