Finished the “project” and just handed it over to Tim across the street as we went out the door to go fix our youngest’s child’s bicycle tire. She evidently rode it to work flat. Turned out there was nothing wrong with the inner tube even though the hubby spent a good 45 minutes taking the whole wheel apart to check for leaks. He pumped it back up while I sat in the cafe where she works and knitted. They serve only breakfast on the weekend so we had Brunch and then he went out to fix the tire. I got quite a few rows done on the second sweater I’m making for him. This one is the same kind of wool, a coffee brown tweed, same yarn company (Knit Picks). I’ve also got all that other yarn to deal with as well. Not to mention the alpaca/silk/merino on my spinning wheel. Ugh! I’ve got too much to do and it’s getting overwhelming.
Here’s what I thought I’d do. I’ve got a book of prayer shawl patterns and thought I’d do a couple different ones in this yarn I was given, then give them away. It might take the rest of the year but that’s the plan…so far. Maybe practice a few crochet stitches since that seems to go faster than the knitting but the prayer shawls are all knit so…we’ll see how it goes. I’ve got a peach on one set of needles and started a pink on another set. If I ignore the spinning wheel for a month or two (till Sept.) I might get two of these done.
My hubby just finished reading his first Janet Evanovich/Stephanie Plum novel and laughed all the way through. I usually read the highlights to him so even though it’s the 21st in a series he’s pretty conversant with the characters. Anyone who can write funny is pretty good because trying to be funny, consistently, takes real talent and this last one was book 21 in the series. She’s got other books that are not a series, another series besides this one, and started a new series writing with the guy who wrote for the TV series, Monk which we’ve watched. Impressive. All of them are funny romances which I prefer to hot and heavy. I’m too old to enjoy those really explicit ones. I know how it works so you don’t have to give me details. PUL-EZE.
It’s warming up today. But cooling off the next couple of days and maybe rain on Tuesday and Wednesday. Typical June in the North-wet. But the lawn knows it’s summer and despite the rain it’s already turning brown. It’s the rocks. the yard is full of rocks, round river rocks that push up through the soil in the winter and lay just under the roots. The sun comes out, they get hot and burns the roots so the grass dies. That and the dirt has a lot of sandy clay in it and it bakes hard like cement. We’d dig a garden but we’d need a major league, industrial strength plow to even make a dent in it and then we’d have to be wary of the rocks. We tried this once before digging a flower bed around the edge of the yard and dug up a whole pile of river rocks including one melon size one we labeled the mother of the others. And that was just digging six feet, a foot wide, along the fence. I’d love to know the geology of this area of the city. I mean round, smooth, river rocks? How the heck did they get in our backyard? We living on ancient riverbed? I’ve tried to find out but the house was put here in 1927 and there’s nothing about the area that I can find without going to the museum. I don’t think about it often enough to remember to do the research and it’s not like I don’t already have enough to do, ya know. (eye roll)