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WHERE DOES EXCEL LIVE? I WANT TO.......

well, do something bad. It cannot be impossible to take one number and subtract a set of other numbers from it to come up with say......NET PAY, for example. 

Not that I actually NEED to do this in Excel but at this point, I MUST. Or Excel WINS. No problem with adding multiple worksheets together but substracting five cells from the first is defeating me. I could add a column but I shouldn't HAVE to.

See how upset I am? CAPS. And italics, for pity's sake. And this is after a weekend where my hero left me a decapitated rat under the cherry blossom tree. (Hint to Tony: I would actually prefer flowers or even chocolates.)(Also I'm assuming that he dragged the rat from parts unknown. And far away.) 

In knitting news, I'm almost done with one sleeve of my stash cardigan. The colors are still blindingly ugly but endearingly so. At least to me. No one recoiled in the waiting room today but I live in hope.

So. Since I'm almost done, can I cast this on? Ah! Doesn't she look very Miss Manners? That's who she reminded me of!

No picture. Unless you want to see the decapitated rat, because I actually do have a picture. He was so very, very proud of it.

Hez is doing really, really well, she's almost back to her old self.

 

 

 


Deadlines. Disease. Disaster. Averted. For now.

Blog pix 178 Somehow, I've got it in my head that going to the worst possible scenario somehow stops it from happening. However, so far it is working and why play with fate? Therefore I've saved my mother and my cat's life, not that they're grateful.  Ah, family.

I don't know how people have children. You all must be out of your minds with worry.

Mom seems to be on the mend but she was pretty precarious. [edited so that she won't kill me for posting it]

My poor Hezekiah limped into the house Friday night with her back right leg tucked up and at a twisted angle. Her vet thought that her knee cap was torn (which is what the X-rays looked like) and sent me to a veterinary surgeon.

Thankfully while the surgeon manipulated her hip, it popped back in place and   she was able to rule out all but one tendon in the knee. House arrest bedrest has been prescribed for three weeks.  I do believe her days as an indoor/outdoor cat are over. I don't know if a car hit her, some psychopath kicked her, she tangled with Tony or a dog (she's pretty fierce)  or if she was writing checks her 13ish body couldn't cash but I do know that I would rather have her annoyed and safe.

In between all that I had deadlines and meetings and I read a couple of good books. The Sentry, a Joe Pike novel by Robert Crais and Black Sheep by Georgette Heyer. What could be more compatible? Tough silent Joe Pike and the black sheep Miles Caverleigh go together like a horse and carriage. Between them, they're My Guy.

KNITTING: my ancient Sugar Scallop WIP hit a wall again. I don't have enough yarn to knit the sweater I want. On the plus side, while waiting and wondering, I managed to whipstitch my Tailored Jacket's body together. Remind me. Five pieces for the body is TOO MANY PIECES. It'll fit though. I'd forgotten that I'd oversized it to felt a bit.

 

 

 


Hullo, D.E.A.R.

Blog pix 165  Isn't every day DEAR? It is in my world, unless it's DEAK, which, admittedly, doesn't have the same impact.  In the spirit of DEAR, (which I accidentally stumbled across this morning in search of a cardigan with a ruffled buttonband I saw on Knitting Daily), my latest reads.

September 6, Drop Everything And Read day. (Which we're just going to continue for a few days because......well, because.)

I finally finished The Mind's Eye by Oliver Sacks. The book both horrified and fascinated me - born with a cataract and surgery for it at the age of seven, my left eye remains functionally blind.  My depth perception is learned, I don't actually have any - you need both eyes.

It never dawned on me I could one day wake up and not be able to read - not because I was blind, mind you, but due to some weakness in the arterial system or a tumor. Or not recognise faces. (Granted, I found that less horrifying than not being able to read.)

When Dr Sacks lost the use of an eye and slowly lost his super-stereoscopic vision, I was meanly somewhat delighted. Ha. Welcome to MY world. It really isn't that bad, is it? I can only imagine depth.

Wow, this computer is horrible. It's so slow, I can practically see each letter appearing after I've typed the sentence. (Hence the several days later posting.....)

Blog pix 170 SPOILERS! SPOILERS! Just to warn you. Although I won't always.  Next up was the first in a time traveling YA trilogy by Kerstin Gier. It starts out with Ruby Red, the twelfth in the line of genetically chosen time travelers. Gah.I have to double check her name, it's written first person and the one I remember is her cousin, Charlotte, thought to be the time traveler of her generation, known to the family by her birthdate. Gwyneth was born a day later. Was Isaac Newton's calculations wrong? (Funny how I remembered her name finally. Gideon, the dreamy older cousin that she travels with, calls her Winnie). There's cryptic conspiracy theory poetry at the beginning of the chapters, Count Saint-Germain figures prominently, along with her best friend Lesley, that I'm waiting to reveal a few secrets of her own.

Sadly that's Book One and while Book Two (Sapphire Blue) is out, it hasn't been translated from German yet. I wonder if my grade school German would get me through it. Maybe with Google Translate? Doubtful.

It's a bit of a romance (in fact, one review stated something along the lines of it being an awful long prelude to a kiss, but even I, romance phobe that I am, enjoyed it. It's not Great Literature but who cares?

Blog pix 169 Finally I read The Weird Sisters. I'd heard that they communicated in Shakespearean quotes but that's not the case. Just apt quotes and not nearly as frequently as you'd expect from the family of a professor that made his life work a study of Shakespeare.

I liked the conceit of the novel being told from the point of view as the collective sisters - that way the third person could always be employed but there was first person knowledge sharing details. Rosalind, known as Rose, first born with all the attendant qualities of a first born (conscientious, responsible, brave, fearless, honorable, good looking...what? I would know. I'm a first born). Bianca, known as Bean, named after the younger sister in Taming of the Shrew, wild to get shut of their small college town for NYC, and finally Cordelia, Cordy, after King Lear's youngest daughter. Not much to live up to, eh? No wonder she's a drifter. They're all under the ancestral roof, ostensibly to help their mother through her cancer treatments but naturally they have their own reasons and secrets. I really enjoyed this book.

Currently I'm reading The Black Prism and debating if there are any characters at all in the book that I like. Mind you, I'm over 420 pages in so they must have some appeal, but none of them qualify as the least heroic. Possibly General Danavers, but we'll see.

In knitting news - still trying to get Secret Prototype to work out. Crocheted the bottom but can't get the knit body to pick up nicely. On the eleventh billionty version of the Sugar Scalloped Sweater. Cross your fingers, it's been a WIP since 2000.