Doug got out the ladder to clean out the gutters and get the big piles of leaves that had settled in the corners of the roof. After he was finished, the roof inspector came.
After a long and hard look,she deemed it satisfactory. Her assistant also had a look around, but she refused to be photographed. Inspecting the border fencing was her level of expertise.
And the supervisor did what supervisors do best.
I have been looking at ads, various levels of plans and what channels are offered. I just don’t know if one is superior to the others. I think that the best idea would be if I could pick and pay for just the channels I want. THAT would be great!
At least I have other things to watch.
Once in a while, I’ll get a cyst on the bottom of my foot. I usually dig them out myself. This one was on my right foot near my fifth toe. I couldn’t turn my foot enough to get at it without pain in my hip. After two years, I know how far I can stress my hip. So, off I went to the podiatrist. After an hour wait, he spent about five minutes digging it out. Good thing I had my knitting. I got an inch done on my socks.
My dear husband had a contractor come today. We want to turn the back half of the garage into a hobby room. It will be great to have all my stuff in one place and to able to have both my sewing machines out. The back half of the wall in the family room by the garage will be removed and the whole area will have a wood floor. There will also be a tiled laundry room. So now my cheap husband is agonizing over how much it will cost.
I forgot to take knitting pictures so here’s Flo.
I really didn’t want to go there, but I’ve been having trouble for so long. My daughter talked me into going. I want to visit my girlfriend in Arizona. I don’t want an aisle seat near the lavatory. I want to be able to sit by a window and knit. So I went. She asked a bunch of questions, most of which I said, “yes”, to. I have to go back in a month for a “procedure” that I don’t want to even think about right now. She gave me some of “those” pills to take to see if they help. I have no intention of taking them forever. I want the TVT surgery. Besides, the pills can cause constipation which I don’t need. I have hypothyroidism which makes you constipated anyway. To make a long story short, I’m depressed.
One thing I can say for the urologist, they were prompt. I only finished two rows on my sock while waiting. It was very humid today, but I still sat outside and knit for a couple of hours. I needed quiet time to think.
It was too sunny for Zip.
Cora kept me company.
We let the girls out after coming home from our walk. Cora ran herself ragged and Flo had a great time, too. 
Taking pictures of Cora was almost impossible.
They stayed around the deck, darting in and out and up and down and all around.
Zippo kept a watchful eye on them.
Olive kept trying to get them to come inside. They came in of their own accord after about two hours and everyone took a long nap.
I couldn’t help it. It came out of my mouth of its own free will. I am such a nasty old woman. But, I enjoyed it. And I am still enjoying it.
I had my annual mammogram this morning. When I finished, the technician offered me a carnation. I paused , looked at them, looked at her, and said matter of factly, “No. It’s—- silly.” I’m sorry. I’m not a little kid that is given a lollipop after getting a shot to help the tears go away. That’s it. I’ve said enough on that.
Molly/Olive loves my/her shawl. I keep it draped over the back of my favorite chair. She likes to pull it down so it falls on her. She’s a neat little cat and adores her new little girls. We let Flora go outside with her and she watches her the whole time. She is a good mother. Cora just had her operation so we can’t let her go out yet. She’s doing very well. Dr. Mike really knows what he’s doing.
I’m making good progress on my sweater. The lower body is finished and I finished the right front in one day. I’m hoping to get it finished in a couple more weeks. This picture does not do it justice. It really looks nice. I hope it will look at good on me.
I think I want to make some orange socks for Halloween and I’m trying my best not to look at any other yarn.
Someone mentioned that it was a good way to find people. I wanted to contact my cousin’s daughters. She died several years ago and I have an album of pictures that I would like to give them. I found them when my mother died. There was a box in her basement full of Nanny’s things, most of which were clothes. There was also some albums. One was filled with pictures of my cousins and their parents. I thought that the girls would like them. I found their addresses in one of my mother’s books, but I never heard anything. My aunt, their grandmother, was still alive, but the information she gave me didn’t do any good. I found one name on Facebook. It wasn’t her, but the woman was kind enough to reply. I was feeling pretty sad, thinking these pictures are just sitting in a box here, that there is no one else to enjoy them. My cousin had the most beautiful eyes. And I know one daughter and her granddaughter also had those eyes.
I think I’ll look on Facebook for my other cousins. Their parents moved to Florida about forty years ago and I have only seen one of them since then. Maybe that will cheer me. I got a message from one of my friends from high school. She saw our guidance counsellor at the fair. This man was so nice to me when I was having problems. I truly believe that I would have quit school if it hadn’t been for him. I feel better now.
She’s not drunk. She’s sound asleep. But a cute kitten is good for my spirits.
Here’s my hat and gloves. The pattern is in my pages. It’s very simple.
We were not at all happy to see these guys this evening.
They are so destructive.
Zippo watched.
I meant to take a picture of my new hat today, but I didn’t think of it until evening. I like to take knitting pictures in daylight. I drove up to Dover to see what was on sale at Viking and Joanne’s. I was disappointed at how few embroidery designs they had, but I did buy a couple gadgets. There was a lot heavy traffic on the way home. I was wandering why, then I realized it was probably weekenders. There were several different state tags.
Well. That’s about it.
Flora Dora
We were heading back to our drive after our daily walk when a car turned in and stopped. He lives next to the little path we take to the river. He invited us to walk down his driveway instead and sit out on his pier if we want. He must have driven down the road looking for us because he turned back toward his home when he left us. It’s just another reason why I love living here.
Yesterday we walked down his driveway. It’s a very smooth driveway compared to the gravel path. I don’t have to watch my feet and use my cane to keep from falling. The pier is really nice, too. There are two benches. It’s like sitting in the middle of the river. Doug and Gus don’t like the pier. They both were getting dizzy, so today, I went out on the pier by myself. The owner was there today and I made certain that he knew how much I appreciated it.
Why I have trouble blogging.
Cora Bora
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 