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Schaefer Yarn Company -- Anne. The Sock the Vote special edition in "Sarah." Absolutely lovely swirls of chocolate and coffee browns, from near-black to the lightest latte. All with the gorgeous halo and sheen that only Anne has. 560 yds of lovely goodness just begging to become a small shawl.
That's it. I'm putting her on a leash.
the dog? i thought…
No, not the dog. The dog is already on a leash. Actually, the dog is none too happy about the invisible fence Hizzoner has finished installing. Testing so far proves that it works, and that it freaks her the frack out. I wish it weren't necessary, but with so many tempting squirrels scurrying up the trees in the neighbors yard, it's a must.
Thank the PTB for good neighbors.
even with the squirrels?
Even with the squirrels.
why? you're not a social person.
No, I'm not. I'm fairly reclusive, truth be told. HSH isn't. She's a busy little thing. And independent.
that's good, isn't it?
Yes, to a point. It's not good when she thinks she can just wander off unannounced. Like she did today.
what happened now?
One minute she was out in the backyard. The next minute she was gone. I looked outside and didn't see her, but the dog was still out there and I figured she was tucked in a corner or something. (The angle of the yard is such that you can't see it all from one window, even as small as it is.) A little bit later Hizzoner gathered his stuff and left the house for work, thinking he'd drop his lunchbox in the truck and give her a hug on his way out. When he came back up the front walk at a fast pace (he doesn't walk anywhere fast), I knew something was up.
"She's not in the backyard," he said tersely.
"What do you mean, 'she's not in the backyard,'" I asked in alarm.
He ignored me and charged back outside, leaving me fumbling for my shoes as I chased after him. We scoured the yard, which has an assortment of hidey-holes (the camellias are great fun), and started calling her. (An ex-disc jockey and a former classical singer can cover a few square miles that way.)
No response.
Don't panic, I said to myself. She likes to play with the neighbor kids. It's possible that she just went over there without asking. I headed to one neighbor's and he headed to the others. When he charged around the corner with that guy on his heels, I knew that this wasn't going to be good. Neighbor went one way, Hizzoner headed down a side street, and I knocked on doors. Neighbor's oldest kid got on his bike and took off down the main drag.
Nothing.
"Call the cops," Hizzoner said. I needed no further prodding, ran inside, and told a very sympathetic 911 operator what she was wearing and what she looked like. She assured me that the squad car was on its way.
While I sobbed on the shoulder of the old lady across the street, the guys kept searching. We live in a quiet neighborhood, but it is right off a major highway. ANYONE could come down this street. We also have a guy living about five houses down who is listed on the state sex offender registry. I doubt something awful could happen that easily, but she's only a little kid. Who knows what she could get into?
Then Neighbor came around the trees. "We found her," he called. "She's all right." Hizzoner came into view a short time later, a recalcitrant HSH in hand. Apparently she just decided to go play with another neighbor's dogs. That still puzzles me, but that was her story and she's sticking to it. He read her the riot act while I pulled myself together.
Hizzoner still had to get to work. He pulled out of the driveway just as the police came around the curve. He rolled down his window and spoke briefly to the officer, but I also spoke to him, apologizing for calling him out for nothing. The cop assured me that it wasn't a problem -- there were three squad cars in the area and that they'd rather have this kind of result than any other -- but I still felt foolish.
wow. excitement.
Yeah, the kind of excitement I can do without, thankyouverymuch.
Did I mention I finished a sock?
Mother-in-law replacement sock one, ready for duty.
Nice round toe, that.
I have high hopes of getting the second sock done by the end of this coming weekend. We're going to be staying with them (getting out of town and me terrorizing the vendors at SAFF) and I'd like to be able to leave a completed pair with my mother-in-law.
Stop laughing. It could happen, you know.
I'm nearly finished with the last of three pairs of fingerless gloves. Just in time, too, because they have to be turned in tomorrow for the Festival on Saturday.
Paton's Classic Merino and Brown Sheep Naturespun Sport. I'm tempted to keep all three of them for myself, but the school needs to raise funds, so into the Grandmother's Corner of the fair they go. I hope they sell. The forecast calls for rain on Saturday, so whether or not there will be a good turnout is up in the air.
speaking of yarn
I got a package in the mail. Perplexed, I protested to Hizzoner that I didn't order anything. After all, I just came from one festival and am preparing to go to another next weekend. (Okay, I did jump on the Schaefer election special dyelot -- three guesses as to which one I ordered -- but that got Hizzoner's stamp of approval.)
A quick glance to the return address told me that someone was up to something. And boy, did she do a good job.
It's Mama Llama Original Sock. I've never worked with this before. What a treat.
The colorway is "Twisted Yarns." Yeah, I think it fits. I've told a few in my time. I think it reminds me of a beach. Either that, or some really nice turquoise jewelry.
In any case, it's a lovely gift and I'm thrilled beyond words. Thank you, Kristen.
and another thing
Someone in this house has discovered furniture.
No, it's not Hizzoner.
As in, sitting on furniture. When no one is looking. I guess a long afternoon of squirrel hunting in the neighbor's yard (!) tires out a young dog.
Yeah, well, I'm reconsidering that as well. Apparently this couch deal started one night after I had gone to bed. She shifted from her favorite bit of floor to the sofa sometime between me passing out and Hizzoner coming home from work. He went to go put his lunch stuff in the kitchen and up popped this little white face over the back of the couch. He claims he's trying to discourage this stuff.
Yeah, right. Discouraging it. Hmph.
Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...
You are an Ingrid -- "I am unique"
Ingrids have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.
How to Get Along with Me
What I Like About Being an Ingrid
What's Hard About Being an Ingrid
Ingrids as Children Often
Ingrids as Parents
Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz at HelloQuizzy
Not too sure about all of it, but some of it's dead on. Odds are something would have fit.
