Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all)’s Comments (group member since Sep 20, 2013)

Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all)’s comments from the Net Work Book Club group.

I am pleased as Punch today. First, I don't have any more classes until Monday (early, but you can't have it all). Second, my teenage student whom I dearly love has returned. Third, we are going out to lunch today for Korean barbecue. And finally: I am in the process of making a crazy quilt with manger-scene motifs as the central theme. They are sort of sepia toned. I don't want to use sashing strips to frame the blocks (sashing and I never get along), so it needs borders. I remembered seeing a piece of dark brown fabric with fine stripes of other colours in my stash that someone gave me years and years ago because they disliked it. Pulled it out expecting to discover it was a fat quarter or had been cut into or something. Looks like it's a perfect piece, about 5 yards. Plenty for borders! And it cost me nothing. The whole quilt is a freebie in that sense; the foundation fabric was old sheets, the Christmas motif was a yard or so someone gave me twenty years ago, the rest were scraps and bits. All I will have to buy is the lining. I won't put batting in this quilt, just stitch it to the lining to give it "the look" and hold it together. Now that I have a bias tape maker, I probably will make the binding on it as well.

Groovy, you're probably the only person who understands how happy this made me, being a crafter yourself.

Finally starting to cool off a bit. There's a debate going on as to whether Europe will continue to practice DST or not, and if not, which time zone we will be living in. Pick a time, and stick with it, people. I'd rather go back to solar time, which the planet is meant to run on, but I bet that won't happen. Europe is always 1 hr ahead of solar time, and 2 hrs in the summer.
Stop the madness!

"Warm your spices so they have something to say."
Best piece of cooking advice I ever got.

Hand quilter here! I used to knit but had to give it up due to repetitive motion stress. Broke my heart just about, but I gave my huge collection of stuff to a friend who knits and is too large to buy decent sweaters and stuff here.

Groovy wrote: "That's what shat means? In what language?

I hear that rotten eggs have boiling tempers, though..."
In British English shat is the past tense of shit. Participle, shitten.

And that is the result of a classical education.

"Little pitchers have big ears." Would have been more effective if we'd known that the handle on a jug is known as an "ear" because of the shape. As it was, we thought they were talking about Little League pitchers or something! And since there were none of those in our house, it made no sense.

I hate people (particularly under 30) who criticise others whose lives they've never shared, let alone examined closely, for "acquired helplessness." A phrase most often found the in the mouths (or online posts) of people who've never had money problems or even been mildly up against it. Come live my life for a year and we'll talk about "acquired helplessness."

A couple of old phrases from my mom when a kid was talking too much (which was any time for her): "Who stuck a nickle in you?" (as in jukebox) and "Somebody vaccinate you with a phonograph needle?"

Can you get behind it? For sure, really!
I remember this old bit Sesame Street had, a little short cartoon of a hep cat talking to a baby..."Hey baby!" and the little one imagining what he was talking about..."That really blew my mind!" Baby sees his head exploding. "But I got my head together" and it all comes back like before. "Stay cool, baby!" and the baby lies there imagining a fan blowing on him. So cute.

That buzzing isn't fireflies but my dad snoring in the next room!

Whatever happened to kid's clapping games, ring games, jump rope rhymes? An entire oral culture is gone.

Somebody sent me this:
If you remember Murgatroid…… See how many of the rest of these that you do.Would you believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word Murgatroyd? Heavens to Mergatroyd!
Lost Words from our childhood: Words gone as fast as the buggy whip!The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy and he looked at her quizzically and said "What the heck is a Jalopy?" He never heard of the word jalopy!! She knew she was old.... but not that old.
Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this. About a month ago, I wrote down some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included "Don't touch that dial," "Carbon copy," "You sound like a broken record" & "Hung out to dry."
Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We'd put on our best bib and tucker to straighten up and fly right. Heavens to Betsy! Gee whilikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley! We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley, and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!
Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers and Saddle Stitched Pants
Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn't anymore. We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, 'Well, I'll be 'A monkey's uncle!' Or, This is a 'fine kettle of fish'! We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards. Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It's your nickel. Don't forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty. I'll see you in the funny papers. Don't take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses.
It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills. We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It's one of the greatest advantages of aging.
Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth.. See ya later, alligator!Okeydokey
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50'S, OR OLDER. NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN... WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS: OUR MEMORIES.

mrbooks wrote: "What Tennis again how many times can you sit there and watch the same people bat a ball back and forth...

Me I am learning all about my new used car."

MrB, I think it must be hypnotic, the repetition of the sound. Let the record show, I like the sound of ball hitting racket, but not enough to stare at it on TV. My mother's veggie garden abutted a park where there was a cement court of sorts, and in the summer with the windows open at night we could hear people playing under the lights. That, and the sound of the local speedway like hornets in the distance, were the soundtrack to our summer nights.

mrbooks wrote: "But it did say he shat, oops sat on a wall..."

All the more reason. Eggs don't go poopy.

That's true. We have Tenniel's original illustrations for Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass to thank for that belief.

Groovy wrote: "Where do you find these words--LOL!."

Well, I found this one in The Courtiers: Splendor and Intrigue in the Georgian Court at Kensington Palace, used to describe England's George II.

No mention so far of the madness of George III.

Don't say what? That I think you're being unfaithful to us, wit yer obsession for the pat-ball? ;P

"Pettifogging" is an interesting word. It means fussing unnecessary details, often in a selfish, self-centred way.

He was cracked, you know.

That pudding is Kurashiru's, Groovy. I only quote from the best sources. ;)