I’ve taken enough grief for being "email challenged". If you are reading this, consider yourself invited! Be there or be square – my house at 7:30. It’s on the left with the giant cement pig out front. BYO(K)B
Today I have to punch the ole time card, descend into the salt mine. It’s Hi ho, Hi ho for me.
see you tonight! you better be here.
Daughter #2 on her way in from retrieving the mail: Mom, you got another package from one of your crazy Internet friends!
She sounded annoyed. Or perhaps she is jealous. But of what? the packages? the crazy Internet friends?
It’s all true — I do have wonderfully crazy Internet friends and I got a surprise in my mailbox yesterday! All the way from Boston (a city I have never been to can you believe it? and would love to visit). I won a contest at Kniterati! Anne is a law student in Boston and had her contest a few days ago. Apparently she is also a fantastic shopper! Behold the spoils of my mailbox:
the fiber: Artyarns hand painted super merino! this stuff is gorgeous – seriously beautiful. And so, so soft! The two skeins have 100 yds apiece – any suggestions on what to knit?
the practical: the knitter’s handy guide to Yarn Requirements. I tend to buy the yarn and then search for the pattern. This means that I have either way too much or not enough yarn for any given project. It really is a lousy system. Just yesterday I was poking around the Internet looking for just such a thing to put in my palm pilot.
the whimsical: a Pinocchio tape measure! I adore this. It is so cute and so very, very clever. This tape measure has put me over the edge and I am ready to declare that I am starting a tape measure collection. So far there are three – a white sheep, a black sheep and Pinocchio ! (hairy knuckles and dirty fingernails courtesy of my Boar)
Anne I love it all and can’t thank you enough!
Is there anything more soothing than the sound of a fountain? so calming and peaceful, transporting you to a mountain stream, washing your cares away ….
Yesterday morning, I was standing by my kitchen sink, sipping the day’s first cup of coffee. It was 7:00 a.m. and the daughters had just left for school. I was gathering my wits.
Suddenly the sound of dripping water …… I was not transported – I was transfixed.
Little Mr. Edgar Allen Poe – he who still squats in the yard rather than lifting his leg like a man. he who had just been outside to take care of the morning’s ablutions.
There he was, lifting his leg and peeing into the giant water dish I keep on the floor for all of the dogs, including him!
He was in perfect balance and his aim was precise. He did not miss a drop.
I live in a nut house.
purlingswine 
