The Oregon Autumn Cardigan is coming along. I hit one snag during the week, though. I had about 1" of the sleeve done when I realized my gauge was noticeably tighter than the body tension, so I frogged it back to the pick-up round and started again with larger needles. I'm happy with how it looks now.
We picked up some halibut at Costco. It was fresh, so rather than freeze it, we decided to cook all of it and freeze what we couldn't eat at one meal.
We should be able to get two more meals out of what's left. Some of it broke up on the grill while cooking, but it was definitely tasty. I'm guessing the other two meals will come while we're camping.
We had this tasty French Potato Salad, a recipe sent me by our daughter-in-law Alexa. I made it exactly according to the recipe except that we didn't have any champagne vinegar, so I used white wine vinegar, and we had to settle for curly parsley instead of Italian, but it was still delicious. I'm not sure how different it would have been, as this was the first time making this recipe.
We had a tossed green salad with it, with lots of fresh greens, along with tomatoes, mushrooms, small sweet peppers, sliced onions and avocados, with my homemade dressing, which I make using a Good Seasons dressing bottle. See tip, below.
Sunday I made my meatless loaf, which we had with green peas and frozen corn salad.
While that was in the oven, I mixed some dough for oatmeal cookies. I couldn't fit them all on my two cookie sheets, soy about 1/3 of the dough went into the freezer.
We had flag day this past week, on Friday. I put out the flag when I got up in the morning. Before writing this blog post, I decided to refresh my memory about how to care for the American flag, although I still remembered what I learned of the basics from Girl Scouts when I was a child. I found this set of guidelines, which has more specifics than I remembered. (I'm sure we got a simplified version, because we were, after all, just kids.)
From time to time, I get friend requests from "men" on Facebook or Spoutible. (On social media, you don't really know who they are or if they are even human.) Let me say here that I don't accept friend requests on Facebook from anyone I don't know personally, unless they are from the doll groups, where I post my stories. Sometimes I get comments to my posts on Facebook from people who claim to be older men, in the military (?) and either divorced or widowed. The wording is pretty much always the same: "I like what you write, and you seem like a nice person. If it isn't too much to ask, please send me a friend request" or "I've been trying to send you a friend request, but it doesn't seem to go through." 🙄 On Spoutible, I allow anyone to follow me, but I don't follow back unless I have some idea of what they're about, because that's what I'll be reading. If they send me a message trying to make contact privately, I tell them I'm not interested in interacting privately. If they persist, I simply block them. Someone on Spoutible shared this, so I "stole" it to start using when someone (I call them "mashers") tries that, and I've already used it twice...for the same person both times.
This undoubtedly stems from the topic that went around social media recently, about women walking in the woods, and would they rather come across a man they don't know or a bear. The bear was generally viewed as a safer bet. I wonder if there are any people who fall for the approach these "men" try.
When Charlie has yard work to do, I sometimes have to walk the dogs alone. I've been attaching the leashes to the treat pouch belt, but I'm thinking about getting one of those belts with attachments for leashes. This was our (the pups and my) walk on Friday. We went alone, just the three of us.
It seems to take me about 10 minutes less to walk this same route alone with the dogs. I think Charlie, who's usually in charge of Dusty, let's dawdle more than I do. Sandy is all business and ready to get to our destination, so he can turn around and rush to get home. I usually have to make him wait for the others to catch up.
We took a slightly different route on Saturday, so the pups could have some off-leash time. I think Sandy looks like he wants me to catch up. "Hey Mum! Are you coming?"
Dusty missed out on the photo, because he was busy producing something I needed to go pick up.
The pups had to go to the vet for some routine immunizations, etc., on Thursday. Our vet commented on what good temperaments they both had, and Rocky had, too. He wanted to know if they were from the same breeder. Yes! They both came from Ash's Mystical Poodles in Pahrump. They have their quirks (don't we all?), but they are good-natured sweet dogs. I thought it was strange he would suddenly ask that, when we've been going to him ever since we moved to Bend. Then it occurred to me that it might have something to do with the dog we encountered in the lobby when we arrived. A woman was there with a maybe 7-lb. little dog that looked like some kind of chihuahua mix. When we came in, the dog snarled, barked and lunged toward us. We kept our dogs away, but the poor woman had a hard time keeping control over her dog. I think our vet may have a story about that.
For some cuteness, her are the Portland boys at their cousin Leo's 8th-grade graduation.
For Fathers' Day, Karen posted this cute photo of her family.
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What's in The Doll's Storybook: In this all-new story, Jolena returns from another ski trip, this time to New Zealand, where she learned all about that country in Skiing with Kiwis.
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