Fish on Fridays is a Rhode Island tradition. Pass by any smallish diner in the state on a Friday and the cloying smell of frying scrod, bought from the fisherman in Galilee, Point Judith, Fall River, or some other place locally, is a given. Go in for a helping and you’ll wear the smell on your clothes and in your hair until you wash it out. It’s a rare Friday that I miss Fish with friends. "My" diner for the last ten years (I don’t know, more.. less…hey.. who’s counting) makes a mean baked fish, layer upon layer of sweet white fish with a Ritz cracker and butter topping. Before that, there was another diner that specialized in a "red" fish.. a tomato, mushroom and garlic baked scrod. But always, ALWAYS, the menu starts out the same. FRIED FISH & CHIPS. While I waited last Friday night for my order, I complained to the cook that there wasn’t anything left on TV that I was interested in watching after Monday night’s 24. Right, I lead an exciting life. No need to elaborate, is there, after all that’s NOT the story.
Then Dave (the cook) says to me: "Starting tonight there is."
Me: Oh yeah??? what s that??
Dave: The Doctor…..
Me: What?? Where?? What Channel? I haven’t heard about this. That’s something!
Dave: 9pm, tonight’s the premier and it’s a double feature.
DR. WHO! If you don’t know about the Doctor, well…. it’s not for everyone. It’s British, it’s silly, it’s low budget, and it’s science fiction. It’s, well okay, it’s pretty stupid. If you can’t be happy watching actors running around in helmets obviously made from aluminum colanders, this is probably not a show for you. Dr. Who has also been around since the early eighties, probably before that. Considering he’s a time lord, long before and well into the future.
Saturday evening there’s another new show is running, HUSTLE. It’s also from the BBC. C’s happy with it too. He’s got a new heart throb in the character of Stacie Monroe . This week was another double feature. It’s as much a reason as I need to turn on the tube while I knit. Okay, oKAY, so it wasn’t a very interesting weekend. I could tell you about the time I spent cleaning the garage and emptying all of those old ball jars full of jams and pickles years and years old that we never got around to finishing. A waste and a shame.
Umm… and then there was the nightly excitement of trapping those Freeking Flying Squirrels in the attic. The problem we have is, they’re kind of cute. Soft grey coats, tipped with black, white accents, very large eyes, nocturnal, and very verbal. Someone suggested that rat traps work well.. I bought a $30.00 Hav-a hart. I can’t kill them. Luckily, neither can C. I loaded up the traps with sunflower seed coated peanut butter and a bit of apple, he reloads it and talks to them while they watch in between catches. Darn things. They’re a pair, we didn’t want to separate them. Too sad. Maybe they mate for life, I wouldn’t want that on my karma. We let them out in the yard last night, so that they could ‘*find* one another. They did, and they found their way back in. We’ve checked out our screen work. It’s secure. They must have more than one entrance. The next round ( in desperation), we took the first one caught to the orchard at the end of the street. We’re feeling pretty bad about this, the other one is still up there. For now they’ve been separated. It’ll be morning before we take the next one to the orchard. If it gets in the trap, that is. I have a feeling that we need to take them farther away. If so, I’ll need a holding cage, I can’t do this separation thing again. Freeking bleeding heart, right? Maybe if I could think of them as flying rats. No… too cute. I’ve got a problem.
And F is for Finish. As in, I Finally Finished the Funnel Neck.
That stretchy yarn really did me in. In spite of it matching the gauge, it is, as C kept pointing out, Form Fitting. I nixed all the other shots as being too graphic for this blog. Maybe some new Foundations..
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11 responses to “F is for..”
F is also for Fabulous, which is how you look in that Form Fitting Funnel Neck! Th color and fit look just perfect in that picture, and if you’re feeling shy about wearing something close-fitting out in public, well, for heaven’s sake, girl! If you don’t already have a gorgeous co-ordinating shawl, you could certainly whip one up, right?
Good luck with the flying squirrels, and see you at Sue’s tomorrow?
Paula
My Funnel fits about the same way. It’s very flattering. We just need to realize it is good to show our grrlish figures. Dr. Who was one of my favorite shows in the ’80s!! And we watch 24, too. Not much else on TV is worthy. You may have trapped Rockie so watch out for Bullwinkle in the shadows! 😉
Love the sweater.
It took me a while of living in RI to realize that every Friday was also clam chowder day at RIH. Gets exciting every week.
The thread on ST re: tin hats immediately came to my mind when I read “Dr Who/colander helmets”.
Squirrels find their way home. My father thought he recognized one he trapped and released several blocks from home. He used a grease marker (livestock marker) and put a stripe on its back. Sure enough. “Why did the squirrel cross the road? To get back home (to Dad’s house)” became a joke.
Love the top – you look fab in it!
I think the key is to figure out how they are getting in – because they will keep coming back, you know.
The sweater looks terrific!
Here’s to fish on Friday, even though I’m not Catholic and I can eat meat!
You are much more of a bleeding heart than I am. I would have lost patience with the flying squirrels a long time ago, and …. um…. I don’t know what I would have done. But I’m a big talker, anyway.
The funnel neck looks AWESOME. You’ve got a great figure and shouldn’t be worried about form-fitting! It’s fab.
I couldn’t resist taking a peek through the new SpinOff while at WEBS this weekend, and guess whose picture I spotted?! I suppose this means that those little buggers are going to be so popular that I’ll have to wait, what?, seven years to get one?! Anyway, you looked good, girl.
We have a squirrel condo in our backyard. And foam in every hole and gap in our house. Fun times.
DR WHO???? WHAT CHANNEL? I didn’t see it on BBC-America. It seems like Maine is the only place in the US where they really appreciate Dr. Who. I was indoctrinated (in-doctor-nated?) when I worked on an island there one summer. I used to get my dad to tape it and send me the tapes (I have a lot of classics on VCR, though some have awful quality). I suppose, though, that at 36 and not stoned, it might not have the same…je ne sais quoi? What do you think?
Anyway, tell me where to look! Please!
Oh yes–funnel neck is gorgeous! You had to hide it down there at the end, but it’s quite lovely…congrats.
Funnel neck looks great, the color and fit are fab!
Squirrels got into the drop ceiling at our last office three times. There are few things funnier than watching seven geeks trying to herd one squirrel across the office to the one panel left open. I’m not sure who was more scared, the squirrel or the guy on the ladder sticking his head up in the ceiling.
Doctor Who has been around since November 23, 1963. (Unfortunately the same day as the Kennedy assassination.) Back in the late eighties, my boyfriend/husband-to-be used to come over every Sunday night to watch it on our local PBS station. We never knew how long that week’s episode would be, so sometimes it would be one in the morning when he went home. Good thing my parents liked him.
The newest series is showing on the SciFi channel, and the DVDs will be available in May. Um, yeah. I’m a geek from way back…
Wonderful “F’s”! Fish on Friday is a tradition here, too, because that’s when the fish truck comes up from the coast, six hours away.
I’ve adored Dr. Who since the 1980s, and threw a fit if anything happened when I lived in Maine to make me miss an episode. I don’t have pay TV but I’d pay for Dr. Who!