Time has come to paint with beets.

She did show up. I shared the snacks after all. It was okay. Another scientist! Back in Montreal, 3 out of the 6 of us are scientists. Science and knitting. Who knew it was such a firm partnership? Did you know? DID YOU??

It wasn't as fun as my Montreal group. I miss youse gals, sniff, sniff.

It raineth and raineth. I am in the cavern of our apartment, waiting for the henna to redden my hair (and probably ears, forehead and neck as well), wondering what I can paint with beet juice and what I can cook with beets...just now as I was about to type a sentence, my hand spasmed and I typed out "BS" in capital letters. Is my hand trying to tell me something? Is it?? "Ya.I'm your hand and I am trying to tell you something. BS is what I'm trying to tell you. Not clear enough?? BS. You are full of it."

Thanks alot hand. That same hand hauled out and punched the headboard last night while I was trying to pull the sheet in place. Wasn't that the premise of a Michael Caine Movie? His hand thought he was full of shit and kept trying to punch things?

I'm asking you many questions, reader. For you are wise. Wise beyond your ears.

Just checked it out and yes indeed it was a movie, appropriately entitled The Hand. Directed by Oliver Stone- weird. I guess it goes to show that even the giants of art can start off by sucking. Actually, the only reason I knew this was a film was thanks to SCTV. They did a parody called: My Bloody Hand and Dave Thomas played Michael Caine. I often think of the SCTV version of celebrities before the celebrities themselves: Eugene Levy as Ernest Borgnine. Rick Moranis as Michael McDonald, Catherine O'Hara as Katherine Hepburn and so on...

Speaking of Dave Thomas, something got me thinking about all those great AM radio songs I listened to as a kid, sometimes taping off the radio, from the mono speaker of my cube alarm clock, into my white tape recorder. I thought of Dave's brother Ian Thomas. I know he had a few great hits, but I couldn't for the life of me remember any. I walked around all day going mental. Then, hours later, while fluffing a pillow, it came to me: Rudolph Valentino, put up in my limousine, oh won't you come in outta the rain.....Yes! It's been in my head ever since. Still can't think of the others though. Little help??

Alright, time to paint with beets.