Sep 22 2014

But I’m Alive

Published by at 5:19 pm under Artistic Creations,Friends,Work & Jobs

Yesterday someone thought I was dead. What happened was, I was at a party and I introduced myself. “I’m Ginna.” “Ohhhh,” said the person I was talking to. “I remember you. Ginna H___ , right?” Wrong. That Ginna died a few years back.

In conversations yesterday, I heard two words I had to look up: puerile (from Michael) and senescence (from Milt). As you can see, the conversations were interesting. Meanwhile, I mispronounced a word when I was talking to a certain Mr. Wavy Gravy: I added an extra “r” in “arbiter” (as in “you are an arbiter of good taste,” which amuses me in this context.)

I’m waiting for my potato to bake. I’m gonna throw yogurt and cheese on it for dinner, even though I’m trying not to eat much dairy stuff. Dairy stuff is bad for you. But I love dairy stuff. And dairy is the most innocent of the bad things I do to myself, maybe. I don’t get exercise. It’s rumored that I’ve been known on rare occasion to drink a bit of champagne. I sleep too much. It’s going to be a tasty dinner.


No, it wasn’t a tasty dinner at all. Yuck. The potato lacked flair, and bacon.

There are times when I have absolutely nothing to say, yet I manage to bring forth on this continent a new blog post, conceived in boredom and dedicated to the proposition that someone, somewhere, may even read it.

I am really nervous about my new job, which I start in four days. One of the things I’m anxious about is the MAC:


It’s a mobile adoption center and I will be expected to drive it. You should have seen me when I drove Milt’s truck with his 20-foot camper a few months ago. It wasn’t even in a city near other cars, yet I white-knuckled it the whole time. Wish me luck.

Molly and her BF Ali come home from Oaxaca tonight and I have to stay up waaaaay past my bedtime to pick them up at San Francisco Airport close to midnight. I’m tracking her in Spanish.


Inspired by Marianna, I’m trying to knit a pair of socks. I lost my fifth needle so it’s tricky.


I’m finding it quite difficult to work in the round on double-pointed needles, at a small scale (the socks are mini), and do all those little sock-y things like heel flaps and gussets. That hasn’t stopped me from buying a wee bit more sock yarn.


I don’t know if I like it or not. It’s what I’m getting in exchange for the yarn I got a few days ago that I thought was too dark. This could make a nice scarf or shawl, though, don’t you think?

I can go on no longer. I leave you now.

4 responses so far

4 Responses to “But I’m Alive”

  1. Syd says:

    Oh, I can’t wait til you take to the streets, in your MAC. Remember to use your mirrors, and add bacon! 😉

  2. marianna says:

    well ginna, starting with a baby sock is hardest because there are so few stitches. btw, i use 5 needles. are you familiar working with two circular needles for socks? if you have the right size circulars you might want to try that.
    why do you live so far away from me? how am i supposed to help?
    and look at you, i just see you have square needles, fancy, eh?
    i always love reading your writing. you entertain me.
    and i bet the anxiety about friday will build every day now and you’ll have to do a countdown on this blog.

  3. Ginna says:

    Syd: I will use my mirrors and won’t eat bacon as I drive.

    Marianna: Okay, I won’t give up on socks yet. I’d better not, since I’ve got all this sock yarn coming in. I’m really glad you enjoy my bloggy. Yeah, I’ll be glad when Friday is past.

  4. Molly says:

    Thank you again for staying up waaay past your bedtime to pick us up, sweet gal.

    I think you’ll be much better at driving a big ol’ vanny thing when you don’t have any stern personage shouting at you, doncha know. Just my guess.

    All your yarns are lovely!

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