The Secret Passion of the Cat Katrina

While we were in Wisconsin, Labor Day happened. Mom decided on bratwurst and sweet corn for dinner. So after a trip to a local vendor for picked-that-morning sweet corn, she left it for Dad to shuck. He told me I’d want to watch, as Katrina, their tabby cat, would be very involved. A bit perplexed, I brought my camera with me.
Dad shucking corn
Dad looks pretty normal, but you can see he has his eye on the furry blob, a.k.a Katrina, at the bottom of the photo.
Katrina posing
What are you doing with that camera thingy? There is nothing to see here! Move along!
Katrina and bag
Come out my precious sweet corn!
Katrina spies the corn husks
Yes! All mine! It’s so green and grassy!
Katrina and sweet corn
Why are you showing me that silly, yellow, inner part? That part is useless! You humans are so stupid!
Katrina enjoys the corn husks
Mmmmm! Better than catnip!

She’s a nutty kitty!
Also while we were there, my dad celebrated his birthday. He loves Mars bars with almonds, which are very difficult to find. But thanks to the interwebs, my mom found some and bought him a whole box (it must have weighed a couple of pounds). Dad was happy!
Dad with Mars bars
And the day M and I left, our flight wasn’t until late afternoon, so we took my brother out to lunch at the Caramel Crisp Shop in my hometown, Oshkosh. I really liked the Halloween/autumn candy display over the deli case of healthy salads.
Caramel Crisp display
And here are M and my brother, Thomas, before a tasty lunch.
M and Bunky at Caramel Crisp
You’ll notice that although I have a healthy salad and some soup, they have a Chicago style hot dog and a pork barbecue sandwich and malt. O.K. the molasses cookie was mine.

A FO for a Redux

You may remember that in July I wrote about the death of my paternal grandmother, Grandma Adeline. You may also remember that in January I posted about my maternal grandmother, Grandma Frances, turning 100 years old on 1/11/11. Well, on August 30th I got a phone call from my mom, saying that Grandma Frances was in a very bad way and there was nothing to be done. She died the next day. The last thing she did before dying, after getting dressed and having breakfast in the dining room because pulmonary edema and failing kidneys were no excuse to change one’s routine, was to laugh. We have to score that a good death. I know she was at peace before she died, and I know that I miss her.

Since she was an avid knitter to the age of 95-96, I wanted to wear something I had knit to her funeral. Recently I had finished the Cleite Shawl by Miriam Felton in some lovely Handmaiden Sea Silk in Blackberry, so I wore that with a fine-gauge cotton sweater in navy. Several people noticed the shawl at the funeral and told me they were pleased to see Grandma Frances’ love of needlework passed down. Everyone was confused about the yarn having seaweed in it. I obviously didn’t take photos that day, but last week, M took these in the field outside our place.
Cleite Shawl: side
Cleite Shawl: front
Cleite Shawl: back
Cleite Shawl in SeaSilk
Cleite Shawl
My pattern notes can be found on my Ravelry project page.