Monday, August 14, 2017

All The Things

It's been several months (four months and two days) since I retired. Amazing how quickly the time has flown by. I gotta say, I don't miss working, not at all.

Small Batch Preserving
Dehydrating




Preserved Lemons





 
Hawaiian Mixed Mui with the preserved lemons




Tiny Tasty Garden



 Rhubarb




Strawberry Rhubarb Galette





Basil and Tiny Tomatoes
I think my brown thumb is turning a wee bit green.










 
Hippie Cooking
Sprouts
Local grown Mung beans and the nifty sprouter I found at our Goodwill thrift store.




Harvest in four days






Yogurt

 
A Little Bit of Myself
I volunteered my time as a table hostess (Would you like more water? bread?) and knitted dishcloths for our local Empty Bowls Charity event to benefit Atascadero's homeless shelter.








Once a month I'm a Bagger at our local food pantry - Atascadero Loaves and Fishes.


Photo taken by Feeding America

 Knitting Comfort Scarves for charity.




First (possibly last) attempt knitting for the Mother Bear Project.




Fibery Goodness
Here's my Box-o-Shawls. There's a one skein shawl on the needles all the time.




 

Four placemats woven on the Schacht 20" Flip Loom finished and cut off the loom. Finally.






This week I'm casting on to knit my first two (or three) color shawl project. It was a tough decision picking the colors.




I pre-washed the yarn in case the colors bled. (The very saturated colors needed several rinses - looking at you Edison Bulb yellow and bright Pink.)




And hanging up to dry.





Lately, I've also been thinking about this:
Spinning because knitting isn't weird enough




Sunday, July 23, 2017

Spork and Beans

The Summer Series continues whereby the Great Outdoors is calling ~

Last month, The Man double backed to the High Sierras for another solo trip. This time it was a 5-day trek, as in the previous post, he left soon after coming home from our RV trip.

Cell phone reception is sporadic in the high mountains so we're not able to talk every day. When The Man gets me on the phone we'll go over his route together. For the most part his itinerary is made while he's on the road, i.e. - he's "winging it".

During our conversation we go over the direction he's headed and the roads he'd like to take. Map reading is not my strong point but eventually I'm able to follow along using Google Maps. The Man sketches his travel with the aid of his iPad's downloaded maps and the big red California Atlas. From the vantage point of my cushy desk chair I read him the descriptions about campgrounds in the area. While we're talking I take written notes so that I will have his last known whereabouts recorded, you know, just in case.

Monday 6/12/17


5:54 pm


BBQ tri-tip? Don't mind if I do!                        8:16 pm


Tuesday 6/13/17


Young family marveling at the splendor of B. Beenie   9:57 am


Wednesday 6/14/17


8:18 am




B. Beenie anticipating a delicious fresh caught dinner!   6:09 pm


Thursday 6/15/17


B. Beenie marveling at the view from Sherman Pass.   10:23 am


12:41 pm


B. Beenie thanking the road crew for clearing the fallen trees from the road.


3:10 pm






 5:29 pm


Pssst. Am I the only one to observe that The Man opts to leave for solo trips just after spending time with me in our 19-foot travel trailer? Yeah, you're right, silly me, it must be my imagination.




Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Highway Song

The Summer Series continues whereby I try to catch up on the stories ~

A few days after returning home from camping The Man and I were sitting outside, drinking coffee, when he mentioned he was planning a wilderness camping trip.

"Oh yeah, when?"
"Tuesday."

It was Sunday morning. We had just come home on Thursday. I turned to stare at him.

He saw my look and explained that he had wanted to explore some of the mountain trails before the summer crowds showed up.




I knew he was planning a trip, I noticed him studying his big red California Atlas and the GPS maps, I just didn't know it would be so soon.

He reassured me that I wouldn't need to do anything, he had it all figured out. He couldn't take much more than his gear since space and weight were limited while traveling on the motorcycle.

While The Man packed - fitting objects like a jigsaw puzzle - I finished the knitting on his Sockhead hat. I didn't wash it, wouldn't dry in time, so I wove in the ends and gave it to him. For some reason he insisted I sew on a SLO Yarns label. I was pleased but surprised. Surprised because he's not usually appreciative of my creations, possibly traumatized from the first hat I made him, known affectionately now as the "Reservoir Tip" hat, but that's another story and I digress.




May 9th, early Tuesday morning, the Suzuki V-Strom was packed and ready to go. The loaded down bike and The Man headed east for a four-day trip to the southern Sierra mountains.




I headed back into the house for another cup of coffee.

Several hours later I received a text message. It was evident why The Man had wanted a SLO Yarns label sewn onto his knitted hat. Again I was pleased and surprised. I may have laughed out loud.


B. Beenie enjoys a delicious lunch in Glennville.


Another text arrived that afternoon while he still had a cell phone signal.


B. Beenie enjoying a wilderness camp site. B. Beenie hopes it doesn't rain tonight.


A couple of days went by before I heard from B. Beenie and The Man again.


B. Beenie says to hell with wilderness camping.


I'm pretty sure The Man had a good time no matter what B. Beenie had to say.






There's a new highway song
Playing in your soul
Let it carry you away
Into this glorious day
This glorious day
This glorious day

Jimmy LaFave
7/12/55 - 5/21/17