Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware

I got nothing.

It has really cooled down.  The air conditioning is off and the windows are open.  I love it.  It will make for good sleeping tonight.  Maude and Zip were not happy about the rain, but they eventually got to go back out.  Elvis went to bed.  It’s too cold for him.  We had taken this storm window out to fix it and Elvis decided it was a good place to nap.  At first, I thought his tail was stuck.  He is really getting strange in his old age.

I got in about two hours of knitting on my socks this afternoon.  I was watching my neighbor make a fool of himself.  He was hauling buckets of water down his driveway to water some  plants and a tree he planted.  This was the second time he has done this since he planted them six weeks ago.  We all have bets on how long the poor things are going to last.  We decided that he doesn’t know that you can actually screw hoses together.  He has an irrigation system, but it needs repair.  Wouldn’t you have the repair work done before spending a lot of money on flowers, plants, bushes and trees?  What do I know?  At least it made for good entertainment while knitting.  Speaking of knitting, my sweater is slowly moving along.  It takes me one and a half hours to knit two rows.  Now that there is nothing good watchable on television, this sweater is going to take a long time to finish. 

I was checking my stats today.  I have had over 500 hits on my entrelac hat pattern and an average of 11 people a day reading this crap.  How cool is that?  Thanks guys!  Even if you don’t comment.

The sun came out right after the storm, but I didn’t see a rainbow.  Neither did Zip.

I still haven’t taken the time to read all my favorite blogs.  I’m terrible.  It’s too nice out.  And I am so awake today.  Yesterday, I had three cups of coffee and I was still a zombie.  I needed to go to the supermarket, but I decided on the local vegetable stand first.  I got peas, tomatoes, little red potatoes, strawberries and something else.  I forgot.  They had some nice looking daylillies.  Doug has had a cold and is still feeling pooky, so I’ll wait until he is feeling better before I buy.  I could plant them myself, but he would gripe at me the whole time.  It’s kind of his thing.  There was nothing exciting at the supermarket.  I crashed around four o’clock so I finished my sock.  It said to finish the toe with Kitchener stitch which I never could master.  Maybe being left-handed has something to do with it.  I don’t know and I really don’t care.  Years ago, I figured out another finish that is very tidy and looks good. 

We have a new baby.  I was surprised to see this.  And, it’s their only one.  They have been around every day this week. 

All the other babies are almost as big as their parents.  Some are even getting their tail feathers.  

Look at what was waiting for me when I got back.  I love getting books.  This one has a spiral inside which is great for instructional books.  I’ve had spirals put on several of my knitting books.  You can get it done for about two dollars at office supply stores which is a godsend when you are trying to knit and read or sew and read at the same time. 

The pictures are great with full size guilt squares.  Each one has a little story.   The magazine has an article about some of the lakes in Acadia National Park.  That’s where we first met when we 8 and 9 years old.  Nancy moved toPheonix, AZ in high school and still lives there.  I wasn’t sure if you could see the pins very well so here’s another picture.  She said the one is made by the Navajos.  I really like them both.  I must have a couple hundred pins.  You can’t have too many pins.  Thanks so much. 

Here’s my quilt laid out on the living room carpet.  I am starting to sew it together.  I’ll sew all but the center seam and two corners and lay it out on our bed.  Then I’ll have a better idea as to whether I need to make it any bigger or not.  I had no idea that sewing stupid little squares and triangles of fabric together could be so much fun. 

And in case anyone was wondering about him, here’s a picture of that old man holding down my quilt blocks.