Yes. It's a waning gibbous moon. 74% full.
I knew you'd want to know.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Keeping Track of the Moon
Tonight the moon is full. No more waxing. In fact, tomorrow it will be waning.
But for tonight it's full, and I will like to see it.
But for tonight it's full, and I will like to see it.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Sweaters
I grew up wearing skirts and sweaters. That's straight skirts and short-sleeved slip-over-the-head sweaters. A cardigan or two was a good thing also, but not to be worn over something else as much buttoned all the way up and worn as you would wear any slip-on sweater.
Yes, you could wear a sweater with a full skirt, but then you would tuck the sweater in. And, of course, you would need to wear the many petticoats so that your skirt would be really full.
In Jr High it was very important to have at least one lamb's wool sweater or, better yet, cashmere. I had one of each, I'm sure, and more than that. My older sister, Janeen, had an angora sweater. I believed that was the top of the sweater heap, but I never had one. No doubt back then I believed I was never quite good enough (?) to have angora. I didn't play the piano, you know. Now, I think it might only have made me itch.
Sweaters went to high school with me, too, and they might have a collar and a few buttons up the front. I remember one sweater and matching skirt. It was lavender and did have a collar and a few buttons up the front. I wore it to an assembly where I was the MC and got whistles.
Sweaters. That's not all I wore, of course, but I knew what looked good, and it was a sweater and skirt. But mostly anything looked pretty good. I was young, and I was thin.
In college I had lots of good-looking sweaters, some with three-quarter sleeves, some with collars or V necks. These, my best sweaters, my roommate from South Africa loved to borrow. She also loved to push the sleeves up on her larger-than-mine arms. Oh well, I have forgiven her.
Sometimes I wonder what happened to all those sweaters. I mean, did I give them away?
These days I have many sweaters, some slip over but mostly cardigans. I wear the cardigans over a blouse or shirt or slip-on sweater.
And I have one long-sleeved cashmere sweater. Wayne gave it to me, probably for my birthday, the last of my birthdays we spent together. I wear it when I'm thinnish, and when the weather is cool.
He wore sweaters, too. As an adult.
When we were young, I knitted a sweater for him, a cardigan. I made the button holes, too. Later I knitted him a vest, and I put pewter buttons on it. Those sweaters looked good on him. I knew how to do stuff like that, you know.
When he was older, he had a bluish crew-neck and a few "winter" sweaters. You know, the ones with snow flakes or evergreen trees or small deer figures knitted in. Don't get a wild winter sweater picture in your head. That would not be Wayne.
He also had a pale lavender V-neck sweater. He wore that one a lot. Ann took it after he died. I would see her wear it now and then, but I don't know if it made the move to Pennsylvania.
I was remembering him in his sweaters. That is what prompted this post, and to keep it from being too tear-jerky, I started it with my sweater history.
But here's the thing. I miss him. I miss seeing him in a sweater with shirt and tie underneath. I miss buying clothes for him. I still stop in the men's department and look and shirts and ties and, yes, sweaters when they have them.
Yes, you could wear a sweater with a full skirt, but then you would tuck the sweater in. And, of course, you would need to wear the many petticoats so that your skirt would be really full.
In Jr High it was very important to have at least one lamb's wool sweater or, better yet, cashmere. I had one of each, I'm sure, and more than that. My older sister, Janeen, had an angora sweater. I believed that was the top of the sweater heap, but I never had one. No doubt back then I believed I was never quite good enough (?) to have angora. I didn't play the piano, you know. Now, I think it might only have made me itch.
Sweaters went to high school with me, too, and they might have a collar and a few buttons up the front. I remember one sweater and matching skirt. It was lavender and did have a collar and a few buttons up the front. I wore it to an assembly where I was the MC and got whistles.
Sweaters. That's not all I wore, of course, but I knew what looked good, and it was a sweater and skirt. But mostly anything looked pretty good. I was young, and I was thin.
In college I had lots of good-looking sweaters, some with three-quarter sleeves, some with collars or V necks. These, my best sweaters, my roommate from South Africa loved to borrow. She also loved to push the sleeves up on her larger-than-mine arms. Oh well, I have forgiven her.
Sometimes I wonder what happened to all those sweaters. I mean, did I give them away?
These days I have many sweaters, some slip over but mostly cardigans. I wear the cardigans over a blouse or shirt or slip-on sweater.
And I have one long-sleeved cashmere sweater. Wayne gave it to me, probably for my birthday, the last of my birthdays we spent together. I wear it when I'm thinnish, and when the weather is cool.
He wore sweaters, too. As an adult.
When we were young, I knitted a sweater for him, a cardigan. I made the button holes, too. Later I knitted him a vest, and I put pewter buttons on it. Those sweaters looked good on him. I knew how to do stuff like that, you know.
When he was older, he had a bluish crew-neck and a few "winter" sweaters. You know, the ones with snow flakes or evergreen trees or small deer figures knitted in. Don't get a wild winter sweater picture in your head. That would not be Wayne.
He also had a pale lavender V-neck sweater. He wore that one a lot. Ann took it after he died. I would see her wear it now and then, but I don't know if it made the move to Pennsylvania.
I was remembering him in his sweaters. That is what prompted this post, and to keep it from being too tear-jerky, I started it with my sweater history.
But here's the thing. I miss him. I miss seeing him in a sweater with shirt and tie underneath. I miss buying clothes for him. I still stop in the men's department and look and shirts and ties and, yes, sweaters when they have them.
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