Thursday, October 19, 2006

My complicated relationship with Pat Burrell continues. He's back out of the doghouse, for now. He was one of the Phillies who went to Cory Lidle's funeral (also Chutley, Lieberthal and Wolf). Jeter, Giambi and Torre also went. Classy of all of them, since Cory threw the Phillies under the bus after he was traded and then also threw the Yankees under the bus after they were eliminated. That Torre's a good guy.

Here are finished slippers for Gus:

This was how I originally cropped the picture, because I figured I'd subjected you to enough Gus. But then I thought, hey, you can't really get enough Gus, now can you?? I know I can't!! Hence:

O how I love felting.

Last night I had a dream that I was walking down the aisle in a crowded auditorium, and the man at the podium said, "Here comes Commander Elston Smith. She's here to oversee the refit of the 'Excalibur'." and everyone applauded. Now THAT's the stuff my Star Trek-y dreams are made of!! No matter that it looked like a high school auditorium, and my "crew" looked like the girls from Gus's Field Day team. It was understood, in that kooky dream-logic way, that the "Excalibur" was a spaceship, and I was Commander Elston Smith! Thank God I was there to oversee the refit!! Even my name was super-cool!! Do I harbor delusions of grandeur? Why, yes, I think I do. Or maybe they're not delusions.....


Blogger DMJ said...

That's a handsome model you have wearing those slippers! Not that I'm biased or anything.

4:21 PM  
Blogger diana said...

Why, I'm completely unbiased myself, and I consider him one of the handsomest fellows around!

7:33 PM  

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