Saturday, February 8, 2014

Letter #14

Hi Dad,

I've been fiddling around with the blog again.  I added a slideshow.  Not quite sure how I did it, but I did.  It only shows 10 photos at a time and links back to CoachCreativeSpace.  When I add photos there, the slideshow will change.  Ain't technology grand?  I think so.  You were always kind of a techhead, but you never owned a PC.  Weird.  I guess if you worked on the computers that ran the turbines, this personal computing is small potatoes.  I'm not sure if you were doing that back then or not.  I know later you were.  This conversation is awfully one-sided.  :)

Tonight I beat Mom at cards.  She did some minor cheating, well, it was hardly cheating, but to her advantage, so I got annoyed.  Then I won!  Amazing.  Usually getting mad doesn't serve you well in a competition.  Not so tonight.  

I've decided to turn J.'s scarf from a skinny scarf into a wide one.  To do that I'll have to pull it out.  I haven't crocheted many rows yet, so it's not a big deal.  I think it will be a lot nicer at 20 stitches to a row than the current 10.   Of course, me and my big mouth, I already told her I was making her a skinny scarf.  Oh well!

It was snowing earlier.  We've got over an inch out there.  Portland is snowed under.  We might get more snow tomorrow.  We'll see.  I hope the roads don't get icy.  Brrrr!

So, in my Daily Planner I'm setting aside one piece of neon cardstock a week to decorate with stickers, photos, pictures cut out of magazines, etc.  I'm decorating both sides.  I'm also including a page of lined paper each day to do some writing by hand on.  Here is the first side of the first cardstock page for the year:  (I didn't get the idea until this week.)


A bit stark, isn't it?  Hey, I just realized something.  You're my captive audience!  No one else is particularly interested in my crafty stuff or my life with Mutt and Jeff (my mom and my brother).  Dad, you were always willing to listen to me.  Here's your chance to be a good audience once again.  (If you're reading this and you're not my dad, you probably think I'm a lunatic right now.)  

At least I'm happy.  Temporarily, of course.  :)

Sleep well...

LOVE

Anne

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