18 July 2009

bullets for my saturday night

experiments with aperture

• playing with aperture settings on the camera; it's slowly coming back

• the thirteen year old boy is at a party tonight and I'm on pick up duty; can I stay awake until 10.45pm until it's time to collect him?

• the fire, which has struggled all afternoon, is now burning so strongly I have my sleeves pushed up and I'm sweating perspiring glowing divinely

• do you know that saying? Horses sweat, men perspire, and ladies glow divinely. You have to say it in my aunt's voice for maximum effect.

• I'm halfway through a Shetland Triangle shawl, in pinks and plums. I am utterly uncertain of it, but am too far in to rip it. There is always overdyeing to get rid of the heavy variegation. And severe blocking to make it grow out of adolescence and into full blown shawlhood. It's for a friend so it has to be perfect!

• the mister chopped down a couple of dead[ish] trees today to make the garden prettier top up the woodpile. Gosh it looks better. Tomorrow he will chop them into manageable pieces and the boys will stack them. (I'll point a lot and be bossy).

• men who can handle chainsaws impress (if terrify) me. I could NOT do it. This may be due to a traumatic chainsaw incident in my childhood involving an arborist and a cherry plum tree in our back garden, and my mum wrapping his arm in one of the sheets grabbed from the line and racing him off to Sandringham Hospital in her little Renault 10. Do you know, she never got that sheet back, and as she likes to say with a sigh, 'It was a good one too'.

• time to go fetch the party boy. Later, my lovelies.

15 comments:

ellen said...

Oh, yes...I know that horses sweat, men perspire and ladies glow! My grandmother left England in the late 1800's and went to Hawaii. She lived with us until her death at 82. I was probably the only 3yr old who knew the words "shocking" and "vulgar". She was a true Victorian lady. It was rude to ask personal questions, but she would respond, when asked her age: "I am as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth."
Such wonderful memories.
Thanks for inspiring the recall.

Anna of Helylle said...

Don't you just hate that stage when you're quite uncertain of a knitting project but too far into it to unravel!? Go on, girl. Most items can be saved afterwards and turned into something different if not turned out satisfactory.

Frogdancer said...

Wait till he's older. Then you have to stay awake till 12 or 1.

It's one of my least favourite parts of having adolescent kids.

Lynn said...

Here in NL, much to my dismay (or past dismay, as mine are all grown up now), youth DEPARTS to the nightlife/pub/club/whatever around midnight. I am serious. Then they all cycle back in groups sometime between three and four a.m. I remember when I first arrived here 30 years ago to be with my now-hubby: it appalled me. We Canadians began our evenings out at 7 or 8 p.m. and ended them at Tim Hortons at midnight; here they drink coffee at nine and "pre-imbibe"and then go merrily off in what I see as the middle of the night....Heh. I have never gotten used to it.

innercitygarden said...

My parents told us (before we were old enough to get cabs) that we could come home when they could resonably be expected to be awake, or stay the night. None of my friends had parties that finished that late because their parents didn't want to be up late either.

When I was in year 10 we had one of those schools-must-fix-social-problems classes where they talked about alcohol and we had to ask our parents to sign a thing saying if we rang they'd always come and get us. My parents laughed and signed (and told me this was a safety net and I should avoid needing it - and I never did), my mate's parents didn't sign it. They told her not to drink if she couldn't afford a cab home. She lived on a rural property out past the airport, so she was always pretty careful to ensure she got organised before she drank anything.

Why on earth would your mother want the sheet back? Unless she likes her linen dried blood colour?

herhimnbryn said...

Your fire and mine too. It sat there all day, emitting a tiny glow, sullen. Then when we were ready to go out it did it's job and perked up!

I watch my Mr. chopping wood, so good. I do not chop wood, there are some things that are his work and his alone. Besides which I am weak and puny.

kmkat said...

I'm a bit of a clutz (sitting here right now with broken glasses, a black eye, and a heavily bruised knee, all acquired today when I got my feet wrapped up in some cords) so it is best if I stay far away from chain saws and heavy machinery. And chopping wood.

The Shetland Triangle is not a full-sized shawl, more of a shawl-ette, if you will. You may need to revise your expectations.

Mary said...

Others have said what I would say so I will simply say that I think you are well and truly getting the hang of aperture!

froginthepond said...

When I was of clubbing age I loathed that it never started until at least 10.30 which was a)very close to what I considered a decent time to be in bed and b)ridiculously close to my curfew. I simply arranged to stay the night and that suited everyone all round.

And after awhile I stopped clubbing and went to pubs instead where there was live music, the prospect of conversation and being a groupie for my boyfriend's band who were always on before the main act.

froginthepond said...

When I was of clubbing age I loathed that it never started until at least 10.30 which was a)very close to what I considered a decent time to be in bed and b)ridiculously close to my curfew. I simply arranged to stay the night and that suited everyone all round.

And after awhile I stopped clubbing and went to pubs instead where there was live music, the prospect of conversation and being a groupie for my boyfriend's band who were always on before the main act.

Stomper Girl said...

Oh but did the arborist keep his arm?

My version of the sweat-saying is "animals sweat, men perspire, ladies glisten"

10.45 sounds positively civilised! I do hope Fixit will ALWAYS be the child-collector when our boys get to that age.

Rae said...

You made it! Still awake when it was time to go!

(Love the photo)

Rae said...

You made it! Still awake when it was time to go!

(Love the photo)

Elizabeth said...

I don't even try to stay awake. I just let the night owl husband do it.
I pay the children to stack the wood and then go inside!
Such illuminating things you find out about me via the comment box. Sigh.

fiveandtwo said...

The photo is wonderful, really good depth-of-field (yeah, like I really know what I'm talking about..!).
I also find it hard to stay up for teen party-pick up, and teen work pick up. Husband and I share the task - he's finds it a hard as I do.
I can chop wood, split kindling but the chainsaw scares me. In spite of being able to do the wood thing, I refuse to do it because I do all the gardening, including landscaping projects and heavy pruning. And that's enough!