Since nothing seems to be working well these days, and I love this logo created for me by Don Charisma, I’m sticking it in here first thing. My connection with Facebook seems to be broken, and even though I keep trying to refresh it I’m not having a lot of luck there, but hopefully persistence will pay off. Don has also awarded me my second Versatile Blogger award, and tomorrow’s blog will be the one fulfilling the all the instructions for that one. Big gulp there, and my extreme gratitude to Don for the award.
A bit different from the first one 
and I still have to learn how to embed them on my site permanently, but not being quite geeky enough I may have to wait until a brother, nephew or grandson visits to show me how.
In last night’s blog I tried unsuccessfully to put in a photo of the yarn I got for the contrasting colors in my afghan. Since I seem to be on a roll here, I’ll try again, first with the original yarn, and then the contrasting colors. Fingers crossed here, and a few toes also. 
Original, 
and contrasting colors. The green didn’t show up very well, and the variegated in that bag is for a pair of socks I am determined to learn to knit.
When Gina was young she wanted to learn to knit, so I gave her a couple of lessons before she lost interest. Then the war broke out in Afghanistan and the little stinker started knitting socks, mufflers, and hats for the soldiers. Not only that, but she also taught my granddaughter Anika to knit also. I have never made a pair of socks in my life, but if they can do it, then I have to learn. At least the one thing she never took up was playing the guitar. She took about three lessons from me, complained about her sore fingers, and never touched it again. I tried to tell her she had to build up some callosuses on her left fingers, but that idea almost brought on screaming fits from a teenager. Imagine how horrible it would be to have callouses on your fingers when you are rubbing them down a boyfriend’s back. Horrible! (She usually told me a lot of things Mom’s just would rather not hear from their teenage daughters back then.) Yet, it was better to know than to hear about an ugly surprise later. Not that she ever shared any surprises like that with me, so she really did “save” herself for her wedding night. Or at least was smart enough to avoid pregnancy.
Now how did I get from here to there? Don’t ask me, because I never remember. Or, to use my favorite Rayisn, I don’t remember if I forgot that or not. My baby bro comes up with some good ones, mostly against me, since I usually make very innocent statements without stopping to think about what I’m saying and how he can twist them. He does have a very twisted mind at times.
I have my dehydrator going again. Collard greens this time. I could have frozen them, but don’t have a lot of freezer space, so dehydrated food doesn’t take up much space. I have a lot of other stuff that will be dehydrated before I put it all away for the winter. I’ve decided to get another pumpkin, season and roast it, puree it, and make a pumpkin rollup for snacking. And still have some apples and sweet potatoes to take care of from my Tuesday’s delivery. While I’ll be glad when the deliveries begin again in spring, I think I’m glad to have some time off for a few months to catch up on other projects. Like finishing my afghan, making the socks and hoping they actually look like socks, making Christmas cards, decorating the pine cones for ornaments, and probably a lot of other projects I just can’ remember right now.
Whew! I feel a nap coming on, so I think I’m outta here for today. Have a good one.
A.
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