I used the leftover yarn from the gloves. I tried to like it. I left it laying about for a few hours. I put it on and took it off a few times. It wasn’t right. I took it apart. I thought about making a scarf. I looked at patterns for about an hour. It didn’t work. This was hat yarn. I wanted a hat. After another two hours, I realized tat I would have to make up something. I hate it when that happens. So far, I have a rolled brim. I feel as though I have wasted three days.
On the cat front, Flo is much better. She goes balistic when we try to give her her medicine. We have to wrap her up in a big towel. We give her some half and half afterward. Spoiled brat.
It is much cooler today so I cooked—nothing special, just meatloaf and potatoes. It was something to do between searching patterns. I should have gone down to Mernie’s and got some fruit.
Back to knitting.
Doug dug up a big old dying bush here last fall. There was nothing here two months ago. We have never had any impatiens on this side of the house. I only put in a few plants by the courtyard.
Here’s my labyrinth socks. I finished them on Friday. And finished the purple gloves on Monday.
The house really looks good. I want to thank my daughter for finding good people to do the job. The pompom tree on the side yard is very overgrown, but it completely hides the idiot’s porch next door. I’m afraid I’m going to have to call the county on him again. The hydrangea on that side don’t look very good. They aren’t getting much sun. I think I’ll have them moved to the front this fall. It’s looking a little bare since I had the big holly tree removed.
I was standing on the front porch when I saw a small pile of tiny black pellets by one of the shutters. I slowly pulled it back and there was the bat. I slowly closed it and got my camera. See? He’s smiling just for me. I think we’ve always had bats in our attic. For a few weeks in the fall and spring, they’d be coming in as I was leaving for work. I liked to watch them trying to get into the tiny slot. I missed the train more than once. Bats are so cool! Whenever we go to the DC zoo, I always go to the bat house.
I am going to look so good this winter.
Possessed Demon cat?
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 