“‘Cause sinners have much more fun, darlin’ only the good die young…” That was David Heimann’s senior quote. Ironic, that. He was attending SUNY Albany (I think) when he stepped out between two parked cars and was killed over twenty years ago. This was a kid who never had an unkind word to say about anyone. He was funny, pithy, and cute, and an all-around good guy. His funeral was attended by hundreds. He appeared to me in one of the two dreams that I remember from last night. In the dream, we were at a function at Beach Point Club, he was sitting, talking to me. “Please tell my Mommy that I love her,” he said. Oh, David, would that I could. I don’t think your parents live in Larchmont any more, at least, Switchboard.com has no record, not even an unlisted number. The photo at left is his junior picture; I can’t find my Mahiscan (MAmaroneck HIgh SChool ANnual) from senior year.
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“I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints”
Half skeins?!?
You have GOT to check out The Loopy Ewe. Not only do they have like a zillion colors of Colinette Jitterbug, but they also sell HALF SKEINS. That’s right, because one skein isn’t quite enough and two is just overkill. So I got myself a half skein of Blue Parrot to finish off my dad’s Chanukah socks (about two inches to go). They bill themselves as “your online source for sock yarns, patterns, and fun accessories.” I restrained myself and only bought what I needed at this moment (I have a Blue Sky Alpacas Whimsical Cap for G that needs knitting up, not even on the needles yet, but there’s the yarn at right, and I’m busy with Crazy4Dyeing’s “You Look Wonderful Tonight” socks, my toe-up recipe). I have it on good authority that they ship Priority Mail, so I’m looking at gratification within the week. Unfortunately, they didn’t have the size Addis that I need (Flying Fingers only had one size zero in the 24″ length. I bought it.), so it looks like I’m calling Cornwall again tomorrow. Not that I dislike that shop, I likes it fine, and they’ve moved into new quarters, I just end up falling into the sock yarn whenever I’m there.
I ran into Earthtones Girl today and we caught up some. I’ve missed her so much! I added her to my blogroll so you can see what she’s been up to as well. I’m busy reading back through her archives. We added each other on Ravelry and have tentative plans for playdates and dinner. I foresee time spent spinning by the fire…Hi ETG!
I’m calling W. tomorrow to follow up on the interview, I’ll rehash here when I get more information. Fingers crossed…
The last few minutes…
…of my 39th birthday will be spent snuggling up to my sweet hubs, who gave me the funniest card. I’m getting a yarn spree for my birthday (wheee!!!) instead of stuff for the house, which is what we had agreed on earlier for birthdays and stuff, stuff for the house. But I like the yarn spree idea much better. 🙂 I got cut roses and an flowering plant from my brother, a pearl necklace from my mother, and a check from my father. At work, JA announced over the intercom that it was my birthday (“It’s Lys’ birthday. The girl in the red shirt. Let’s sing happy birthday to her.” She is *loud*) and then proceeded to sing Happy Birthday at the top of her lungs. Oh. My. Dear. All day my cow-orkers wished me happy birthday and after JA (her name is an anagram of “jaunty as inane” on Sternest) pulled her little stunt, all the customers did too. It was really nice, even if my face turned as red as my shirt. (“Birthday girl to the register bay, birthday girl to the register bay.”)
I’m close to being done with The Bug’s carriage blanket; I’ve started on the white, have two blocks of that and then two blocks of the dark purple. Maybe I can finish it by the shower (Saturday. Today’s Wednesday. Night. Hmph.). I’ve got to drive it like a Mack truck if I want to get it done.
I’m listening to Amy Winehouse’s “Rehab, ” (“You’re tryin’ to make me go to rehab and I say no, no, no…”) from her album “Back To Black.” She’s really good, really loungey. They’ve been playing “You Know I’m No Good” at work. Awesome. I didn’t know who it was, but NiHu told me. We saw her on some chat show on the BBC with either David Tennant or John Barrowman. They were making fun of the “Rehab” song. Well, time to go to snuggle. ‘Nighty night!
something sparkly this way comes… 