Eeewwwww! (posted by Ann)
He's back. This is what it looks like after 25 days of living outside. I know it's blurry, but when you can see the dirt even through the blur you know it's bad. Pay particular attention to the black residue on his pinkie . . . ick. I complained about the blurry pictures, and Don made a big show out of setting the camera back on "Auto". Hunh.
I did make Steve's favorite thing - Red, White and Blueberry Pie. As I write, he's laying on the floor with Tater, and his homemade pizza is in the oven cooking.
I had a nice weekend, but Don had a really busy one. Over the weekend, Don and our friend Ryan worked on the garage/airplane hangar. The pictures start Saturday morning, and the last one was today when I got home from work.
I am knitting away on dishcloths. I had a woman on the train this morning ask what I was knitting, and when I said a dishcloth she looked at me like I had grown another head. It reminds me of last year, when I took the sailboat up to winter storage. There was a convoy - or flotilla, I guess I should say - of about a dozen boats that all went at the same time. It was a long day. It's about 40 miles to Waukegan from downtown, and that takes 6 - 9 hours in a sailboat. You don't sail to get somewhere fast, obviously. We all came straggling in over the space of about 3 hours, and so those of us that got there earlier waited on the bus before it left to take us back to the harbor. I knew there was a chance I would be waiting, so I brought a sock to knit.
Well, it turns out I was the only woman. 12 boats, captains and crew on each, and I'm it. As I'm sitting on the bus knitting, one of the guys got on and asked me what I was making. When I told him it was a sock, he said - in a very loud voice - "You know, you can buy them at Wal-Mart for $1.99". There was some half-hearted laughter, and I said "You know, it takes about 40 minutes to drive to Waukegan from downtown".
The bus fell out. Don't you love it when you think of just the right thing to say?
Hope time and other things are passing quickly for you, if you know what I mean, and that you will soon be back to more strenuous past times than watching the kitties. Even if they are really cute. I'm off to North Carolina for the rest of the week, abandoning Don and Steve to the leftover pizza, pie, and homemade Chicken Pot Pie. I don't think it sounds too terrible, do you?