Monday, April 27, 2009
I watched and knit in amazement as cars would fly up out of nowhere and claim the lead. I just cannot get over how some tracks no one can ever pass anyone and how at others, they can move up and back constantly.
That said. What an ending to Talledaga. I do find that Jr's protege Brad has been someone I have been watching. I don't think he did anything wrong--Carl came down and Brad was already there. But what a spin, roll, flight and then a dash on foot to the start/finish line. I haven't heard if that counted as finishing the race for him. It did in the movie, but this was Talledaga days, not Talledaga Nights.
And I finished over an inch of sleeve--remember this is lace weight, so that was an accomplishment.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Last week, first place. This week, a casuality of “The Big One” and out in lap 8 .
Drat. We can’t get the championship that way.
Of course I am referring to my man, Mark Martin; knocked out of the race today when the Big One happened so soon in the afternoon.
I do have my back up guys to cheer along: Reutimann, Earnhardt Jr, Waltrip. And there is still Kyle to boo.
But, poor Mark!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I blame all my gray hairs (or silver highlights as I prefer to call it) on the boys.
Yesterday afternoon, after Younger Son had left to go to work, I get a call at work. YS was on the side of the road, with truck and a blown tire. Yup, not just flat, but blown. Same tire that Hubby had pumped up a day or 2 before. (Hmmm, must tell him to check more carefully when tires go down so fast.)
Luckily he was only going about 25 mph, since a bus had just been stopped ahead of him. But he was unable to reach Hubby. After YS had left for work, Hubby had gone out to barn, and was doing general time filling farm stuff outside. And Hubby does not have a cell phone. YS had been trying to reach him and was getting frantic. After calming YS, I told him call his co-worker and explain he will be late and then call home and actually leave a message on the answering machine. After several calls back and forth, he finally got to straighten things out.
My co-worker was heading home at the time so she picked him up and took him to the farm. And later Hubby and I drove to to where he left the truck and changed the tire and delivered truck to son. Only an hour late, and milking had started a half hour late so he didn't miss a lot.
Later Younger Son reported that his co-worker had almost overslept and thanked him for calling her. He replied, oh yeah, it sure was lucky I blew a tire then.
I wonder where he gets his warped sense of humor?
The catch you ask? Well, the friend he was living with has to think about whether he wants Younger Son to move back with him. Not unreasonable, as YS did kind of bail on him. BUT, remember that craft room of mine? Full of yarn, spinning wheels, bookshelves and roving? That was the sons' former bedroom.
He said can't you just move that "junk" (JUNK? That is precious stash and resources and materials! Plus it is a LOT of stash, resources and materials.) upstairs? I presented the idea of him using the finished upstairs room, complete with bed. It just requires moving some stuff around. Granted the room is not very neat, a mess beginning when he and a friend trashed it as children. But after he looked in the craft room, he agreed that him moving upstairs might just be the better decision. Much less to move to get him upstairs, than to move craft stuff up there.
Besides knowing him, he would be moving in with someone again soon.
Whew, crisis averted.
Now--dealing the the impending grocery bills with him home. We may need to get a food allowance out of him. Or let him do some shopping of his own.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
After Easter when I decided I could once again pick up the February Pink Lady sweater and start working on it, I got that nagging feeling when I went back to the sleeve. The pattern didn't look right. BUT did I pull out the pattern, or the card that I had written out the lace pattern? Nope. My outer knitter knew what it was doing.
I went on for a few more rounds and still the recent rows didn't match the body lace rows. Humph. I rummaged in the knitting bag and found the pattern card.
Yup I had the lace rows memorized perfectly, except for the fact that there is a plain knit row (when knitting around) between the lace rows.
How did that happen? I thought back. The previous time I had worked on the Pink Lady was Knit Night. Not the best time for concentration in knitting.
Soooo, I had about 4 inches done, in lace, all done wrong.
I did not want to frog it back, because I couldn't find the correct stitches to pick up. (I tried. And cried.)
So.....I TINKED 4 INCHES OF LACE, IN THE ROUND. FOUR INCHES!!!!! STITCH BY STITCH!!
As a result, the February Pink Lady is resting in time out for a while.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
But I can't really complain. My Sadie wool from Kelly, her rescue mommy, should be coming any day now.
And, on the NASCAR front, the best of presents----WOOO HOOOO!! My man Mark (the kid) Martin WON!!!!!! Much as I hate the night races, because I can hardly stay awake, I had no problem keeping my eyes open for this race. I knew it was coming, and am so excited for his victory. He is such a clean racer and so gracious whatever happens. I was totally elated to see him win.
One other present I am getting myself. I recently checked the Elizabeth Zimmermann DVD out from the library, after waiting quite a while to get it. It is the Knitting Workshop DVD. I love it. It was really strange, to listen to her, and fairly awe inspiring. I may sound crazy, but she has been such an inspiration to my knitting that I felt like it was my Grandma sitting down and giving me knitting guidance. I loved the DVD so much, I ordered them from KnitPicks to have my own copy, of both the Knitting Workshop, and Knitting Around.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
And I am rather proud of it.
No, I took the scenic route to the not too far north central Michigan where Sadie came from. On the way I found a yarn shop I had been wanting to visit. I got some yarn for a stealth gift project. I had my audio book in one ear, and thus finished "Tess of the D'ubervilles" on the way.
Kelly graciously took back Sadie. I explained that a friend thought her problem may have been raging hormones. After all, it is spring, and she is a bunny. Kelly said she would put her in with Mr Vanilla, to help mellow her out. As I said, she is in a better place.
So, yes I also came home with the little blue boy you saw in a previous post. Blue eyes and blue fur, with some apricot touches on feet and ears. I am naming him Frankie S for Old Blue Eyes, Frank Sinatra.
He is settling in just fine, but seems lost in the cage that Sadie seemed almost cramped in. And speaking of the old gal..Kelly wrote me that she sheared off her wool and is sending me about 4 oz of angora from her.
She is going to be too embarrased to meet the buck.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
She has been a bit frisky lately, and as a result I haven't been able to groom her regularily. A couple times recently she has nipped at me, and twice left tooth marks. This morning she had been in a snit apparently, and had knocked her litter pan from the corner. When I reached in to move it back to get her food, she bit me quite hard. I have 2 bandages--and do you know how hard it is to put them between my index and middle finger? It is apparently quite a tender spot too.
Anyway after an e-mail to my spinning friends e-mail group, the gal I purchased her from is offering to take her back. She even offered me a replacement bunny--a jersy wooly that she says won't get as big.
The jury is out on that at the moment. But here is a picture of a possible candidate bunny.
What do you think? Should I try yet again?
Saturday, April 4, 2009
My church has a procession with palms on Palm Sunday, as we walk around the outside of the church.
And our Easter tradition is a brunch after the service. Yummy.
And I finished my Sonoma shawl. I must confess, when I spent my hour at the all night prayer vigil I sang, prayed, and ...knit. But I finished it. I came off the needles Saturday afternoon and I put it on the blocking mat. I had to turn on a fan to blow over my blocked shawl Sunday morning, but I was able to wear it to church. I like it so well. I got yarn to start a new one.
There were the big, shiny and powerful.
The older and more humble working tractors. The parking lot was full. Both sides of the lot, neatly backed into place.
And even the teachers drove some in.
This fine example belong to Mr Bull. The sign said to please excuse the leaks.
The annual event is the last day before spring break. They even held a pedal tractor race, and bale toss I believe. No pictures of those events, but I got lots of shots of tractors.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Got a phone call from Oldest Son--seems like he is getting ready to pop the question, and I didn't even know he had a girl friend currently. Whoa!
Hubby woke me up last night. He was digging in the safe and found an envelope with $2329.45 in it. Has no idea what it is from. Wow!
Boss Lady told me she wouldn't be coming back to work and was recommending me for her job. Flabbergasted.
Youngest Son paid me back some cash he owed me. I was stunned.
And this morning, Gilbert the Wonder Dog said "Please let me out Mom, I need to go potty."
Oh yeah---Happy April Fool's Day.