You can divorce a guy, but not his Mom's cinnamon rolls.

A good mail day

Backstage at the Nutcracker

Kate in her Buffoon costume in the dressing rooms at Marin Civic Center, doing a leg lift.

mwahaahaa

Cities in Dust



Spanish Boots

Holidazed

Younger than that now

Full skein of sock yarn...

Colorway: Drifting In and Out of Lifetimes

More yarny chemistry

This is the same greenish yarn, overdyed with black.

In over my head

"In Between Days"
Actually a little more teal than in the photo. Superwash worsted.



No name for this one- just 50 yds messing around.

Other Early attempts..

This was better. No name for this either, but 400+ yds silk/merino.

Photo Update

Here are some photos from Chrissy Field in SF this afternoon.





And here are some photos from Halloween. Bridget was Hobbes (from Calvin and) and Kate was a Cheetah. Many thanks to Grammie, who did most of the tiger sewing.

Camping in Yosemite

This was the view from our campsite in Lower Pines, right next to the river.

Here's our campsite, where life revolves not around the picnic table, or firepit, or tent, but around the bear locker. Bridget and Kate were quite impressed with all the ranger presentations about bears, and very insistent that bears will come to your bear locker if it is left open for even a second, even if you are cooking on top of it, so there was much locking and unlocking.


Bridget demonstrating how Matt showed them that Half Dome looks like your thumb. They did this everytime they saw Half Dome, which, as pointed out above, was a lot, since it was the view from our campsite, as well as most of the valley.

Here's Kate's thumb, too.

Here we are rock climbing while walking from Lower Pines to Yosemite Village. This turned out to be the longest hike we took on the whole trip.



The next morning we went swimming in the river.

Kate shows off her gappy teeth while scootering around and around the campground.


We went swimming again...

Here is the requisite photo of the kids with the bear in the dining pavillion in Curry Village.



Here we are, tired of being in photos.




Thumbs and scooters, at the same time, on the way back to camp to make s'mores.



Our private sandbox under the bridge.




Olmstead Point, on the Tioga Road.

All of us together, looking bedraggled.


Practicing our rock climbing again.










We spent a few hours at Tenaya Lake before heading home.