So this weekend there was housework and laundry and birthday party and sleeping and wiggly teeth and knitting and camera woes and oops forgot to pay that bill and talking to sister and one of the brothers and then mom and an old boyfriend found me on facebook and chatted with him and allergies oh my and the socks for dad are coming along great (no I am not worried he would find me here)
There were tears of farewell as a friend has moved from Buffalo to Michigan (where in Michigan, I am not sure, but I was at her place in Buffalo (and that is not where she was either) like 5 times in 7 years so...
That was a lot of stuff.
I did knit in public on Saturday - at the birthday party. The morning was filled with housework and the little gurl had to have a nap. Then we went to the Knitting Habit for needles (addi and clover only please) and some mercerized cotton for Monica - in deep purple and lilac. That's what the big gurl wanted.
Picked up water on the way to the b-day party - oops we were an hour early so the gurlz played at the park. The party was fun and there was a wonderful lady there (no clue what her name is except that she has two children whose names end in li/ley (one of each). She commented how brave I was (the socks for dad were along) and she has only done scarves and dishcloths. I told her that I was terrified of it, but it is easier than expected and so rewarding.
It's funny, while I was there I had house envy as this place is much further along - fenced yard, perennial gardens, beautiful kitchen. But then I got home and was so relieved to be away from the stressful grandmother - for whom if something is positive, someone's been torn apart.
I told my Mom this and she said, even with the problems, my house is just right for me and that I will get a chance to make it my own. (I just need to stop buying the yarn - although it could be a great insulation).
Then Sunday I find a crack in my wall and my dad is talking me out of fixing the sewer line and then someone offered to do my handyman jobs for $10 to $15 (sorry k) per hour.
I cast on for a new sock, a monkey with a picot cuff, but it is not destined to become a monkey, because the yarn is self patterning and well - think it will just be my pick up and knit sock. The picot cuff is just so sweet - the big gurl asked if it was a crown and wants one for herself. Hmm. maybe.
Of course I have a million things to do and I am going to bed now.
A song and memory from childhood just came to me
Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down, until tomorrow I'll just keep moving on...
from the television show, The Littlest Hobo, all about this gorgeous German Shepherd dog who shows up at the right times and helps out people.
Why can't shows like that be tops again? Sorry if you are a Sopranos fan, but I may have seen about 10 minutes of one show ever and never saw the drawing card. People - it's just TV. It's not real.
Go see the Yarn Harlot's site for some gorgeous reality shots or this one for nature and life at its best.
Speaking of Dave's site. He has a picture of a sock with a hole in it. How do you deal with the pain and horror of a handknit sock getting a hole?!?!?!?!? my current socks get a 2 maybe 3 hours of foot time and that is it. I went outside yesterday and almost yelled at my crocs, not too hurt my socks. I have issues.
Anyone have an idea for how to convince a 6 year old that yanking those loose teeth is the way to go? It won't hurt a bit.