Below is the ficus, which has become habitat for a little tiny spider. Tiny, but prolific. In four days the guy spun a mass of webbing from the ficus ONE METER up to a paper lampshade, then another ONE POINT TWO METERS over to the mantle. And this isn't just one web - it's a six-inch wide mass of strands. You can't see from this picture, but it's quite splendid. Mr HSBoots glanced up at it and said "When was the last time you dusted?"
I don't know, but I can tell you it was after the last time YOU dusted.
I haven't had much knitting time lately. Between the kids, the dog, the garden and the housework (ha ha!) the yarn has had to take a backseat. However, in my waiting-around time I've done one of two socks:
in Lion Brand Magic Stripes yarn. (Thanks for the yarn, Ames!)I'm knitting these at about 7 sts per inch on 2.5 mm Addi Turbos.
Can I just say that the best part of magic looping is the money you save on needles? I used to knit socks with two circulars, which is great except that you have to buy two of the same size needle. A 30 cm needle costs the same as a 100 cm needle...might as well buy just one.
Lastly, it is May the 13th. Please observe my thermostat:
I HAVE THE HEAT ON. It's 8 degrees and pouring outside. Not even the DOG wants to go out today. He went over to his potty corner when he first got up and, shivering, squatted down to answer the call of nature. He looked up at me with a resentful eye - which got a direct hit a second later by a huge, icy drop of rainwater from the pine tree.
It was hilarious, but he didn't much appreciate my laughter. Can't take a joke, I guess.
And last night I drove past the house of pain. Would-be Ike Turner's vehicle was sitting comfortably in the driveway. I guess this means they patched things up, after all.
Ain't love grand.
5 comments:
Grr. bastard abuser fu%#er.
Great socks, S! Totally love them, they look v. happy.
You make me feel better, I've been looking at my thermostat longingly .... not quite there yet but it is miserably cold and wet isn't it? Dark too.
Dogs don't like to be laughed at. Unlike a cat, who will ignore you, a dog will sulk. Like a kid. Which is then funny all over again!
Gwen, bringing out the F-Bomb. Whoa.
If it makes you feel any better (it won't), I just knit a neckwarmer, and I've worn it nearly every day since I finished it.
"I don't know, but I can tell you it was after the last time YOU dusted."
Bwa ha ha ha. That's the best answer ever. I've taken to prefacing tidy requests to the husband. The latest was,
Me - "Is there any way I can talk you into not leaving your socks in the living room at the end of the day?"
Pause
Him - "Yes"
Me - "How about this: please don't leave your socks in the living room because they are stinky."
Pause
Him - "OK"
It's like writing an essay.
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