I know a couple of people that live in Seattle read my diary. I used to live there after all. I ALSO know that a more recent reader is the ex-boyfriend/abuser of one of my closest friends in the world. It gives me the creeps that he reads this because I know he is waiting for me to mention something about how she is doing, but I will never give him that satisfaction. Please go away because you won't find what you are looking for here. Scumbag.

On a more positive note. Apples, and vinegar, and red cabbage, and pork and onions and caraway seed and apple jelly all slow cooked all day. A green plate with a pile of that beautiful purple. Some bright orange candied yams (NOT from a can) next to it. My fork in my mouth and a smile on my face. That is what September is about.

I have now eaten German food 3 days in a row. Tomorrow I will make sauerbraten. Just kidding!

It is cold enough to be wearing tights. Mine are a dark teal blue and match the blue of my shirt and skirt pattern perfectly. I am color anal that way. Color coordination is something I am very good at, I think.

This weekend a new friend taught me how to knit. I am terrible at it but have managed to get the basic technique down. I have just finished making an ugly brown THING. It sort of looks like a scrunchie. I think it is destined to be a cat toy (or maybe not) Practice makes perfect. I think I will buy a nice brick red/orange colored yarn next. Maybe I will make a washcloth. Haw.

do the jerk * do the frug