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La Puerta, Peru 14  1/4″  x 10  1/4″ – Arches 140 lb coldpress

Do you ever wonder what’s behind the doors of homes you see in your travels? I kept hoping that someone would open this door and come out…so I could see inside.   There were a number of houses like this on road out of Cusco on our way to the death hike to Saqsaywaman.  Unfortunately no one came out and invited me in.  Bummer. I guess everyone was out in the main square trying to sell tourists Peruvian crap.

I frequently look into people’s homes when I’m walking the dog.   One can’t help it.  Windows and doors are right on the street so it’s easy to see in. There is a door down the block that I always hope will open as I pass.  Whenever Charlie and I are walking the dogs and we see someone coming in or out of the door we try to look in. We are convinced a family of hoarders live there.   There’s tons of stuff piled up in that hallway.

On another note, here is a picture of the scarf I finally completed for my sister.  I started it in JFK waiting for the flight to Lima, Peru.   I finished it shortly after returning from Peru, but it kept curling at the edges so I had to block it.  Never having blocked a knitted piece before, I searched the interwebs and found a few options.  Here’s a picture of it while it was damp and pinned down waiting to dry. That didn’t work.  It still curled.

The technique that finally worked was pressing and steaming it.  It finally was flat, but unfortunately it was now about 11 feet long.


I gave it to her anyway and she loved it.  But the first day she had it she wore it to an Indian restaurant and got some sauce on it.   It now has to be washed.  I don’t know, but I suspect it will then have to be blocked again.  I’m guessing it will soon be 24 feet long.

I told my sister I would make her another one.

I’m sick.

Sick, sick, sick.

Coughing, sneezing, wheezing, bronchial infection, sinus infection and low-grade fever.

I DESPISE being sick.

I have had more tea and soup than I can shake a stick at.  (That is such an odd expression.  Why would I want to shake a stick at tea and soup?  But you know what I mean.)  My nose is raw.  My ribcage hurts from coughing.  I have squirted saline solution up my nose.  (Yes, Alice, Robert talked me into it and I have finally irrigated my sinuses and it DID work.)  I have taken Tylenol, Advil, Musinex and my temperature.  I have breathed in steam both from a boiling hot shower and from a small humidifier.  I have gone through boxes of tissues.  I did NOT sleep a wink last night.  My voice sounds like I have smoked a carton of cigarettes and drank a fifth of bourbon.

I wanted to finish THE ROAD today in class, but there was no way I was leaving my bed, let alone my apartment.

I finally DID leave my bed, mostly out of sheer boredom.  And I finished my latest knitting project which is a small baby blanket pictured above.  Why am I posting if I’m so sick you ask?

My computer was on the verge of dying.  The husband and I got a new one and he hooked it up this weekend.  I wanted to see how much stuff I lost, if any, and I have to say that my husband did an amazing job.  I am not technically oriented.  I cried the first time I got a blackberry.  If it was up to me, my version of having a blog would be mimeographing sheets of paper and snail-mailing them to friends.

New computer-wise, there are a few things we either can’t find or don’t know how to load, but I think I will ask my genius friends Sara and Tony to come over.  It’s great having friends like them.  Besides being super-duper smart, they are always so kind as to help their “older” friend with all her techno problems.   They are the best.

Ok,  I’m happy to see my blog is still here.   Now if  I can only find my address book and old mail for my nyc.rr.account…

Now it’s back to bed for me.

Carambola Beach 1

I’m back.

I was away.

St. Croix.  And it’s amazing how quickly that relaxed feeling goes right back to stress and anxiety.  So while I’m enjoying my last day of vacation before I go back to work tomorrow I will tell you a little bit about St. Croix.   Pay attention.  There could be a test.

St. Croix is one of the US Virgin Islands along with its popular big sister St. Thomas where the cruise ships go and it’s rich baby brother St. John where all the rich people go.  St. Croix is the middle child that tries really hard but no one pays attention to.  But that was ok.  It wasn’t crowded with tourists since the “season” hadn’t quite started yet.   We went to visit Bonnie who lives there now.  She used to live in Manhattan.  Bonnie is the creator of my motto “Owtside begins with Ow!” which I blatantly stole from her and am not giving back.  She is also the author of the someday to be bestseller “I used to have a concierge, now I have a machete.” She is very funny. There were other friends there as well and a good time was had by all.

Three Palms

I was able to do a few paintings during the week  in a watercolor sketchbook  (5″ x 8″) I brought along with me.  I would start a painting and then the lure of the waves called and I was back in the ocean.   So there’s not as many as I would like.   But I do have a few more to post.

When I wasn’t painting, I was determined to finish this Reversible Cable Knit Scarf.   Yes, I was mocked.  Who brings knitting to the Caribbean?

Reverse Cable Knit Scarf

Oh.  That would be me.

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