At about noon today I was sitting in front of my stove watching the dial on my steam canner maintain 10lbs pressure for 30 minutes (beets) while starting the second of a pair of socks I'm knitting.
Nobody who knew me 20 years ago, hell, nobody who knew me 10 years ago would believe it.
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What a cutie!
Those were the days, huh?
So, years ago you were knitting beets and canning socks?
well oshkosh b-gosh!
Hubba hubba. If you were my bartender I would have moved into what ever bar you were working at.
(I too find myself reaching fogeyland. I was silently cursing the kids in the condo next to ours for playing loud music today.)
Make mine a double... of beets that is, I love them.
You are very adorably cute sister.
Oh my gosh! you look nothing like Barbera Gordon. You're prettier!
dguzman thanks. amazing to have a pretty good hair day for an id photo.
sorghum when the apocolypse comes we will have fresh socks and beet rugs.
dr MvM can you imagine the haze of blue Marlboro smoke if you and I were to have hung out together in the day? This picture was taken during Bush I, so I'm sure we'd have had something to talk about.
franiam I did some pickled beets, too!
dr. z you make me blush, good sir! Actually, I'd like to thank everyone for not commenting on the mAnn Coulterish adam's apple thing I've got going on there. Yikes!
Oh, honey--mAnn's is so much bigger. Not that size matters.
My work ID pic was taken a few years back during a very cold winter, so I look like a militiaman from the mountains of Idaho. It's horrible, so don't even sweat the adam's apple thing, which is just shadowplay anyway. Everyone has a weird, lumpy thing right there!
I only like them pickled. Beets, that is. Not socks.
I'm making gloves. Knitting. Not pressure cooking. The "Peace Market" of which I wrote some time ago is really happening, Sunday, Dec. 9, 12:30-3 at the Friends Meeting House.
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