|Hot tea, non-challenging knitting. LOTS of |
Thanks to the thoroughly bizarre weather, the chicken yard - and all flat or near-flat surfaces - became skating rinks. Ice and nothing but ice, as far as the eye could see. Negotiating my way to barn and coop with 5 gallon buckets of water should have made me a contender for the winter Olympics. I would have scored a gold, no doubt about it. I have a couple of chickens who have pulled some tendon or other and have been mincing around, poor dears. The ducks didn't mind the ice one bit, as they sledded on their warm tummies, propelling themselves with their webby feet.
Because of the ice, the pups were limited to bathroom breaks on the deck. Oh, joy. Not that this would come as a surprise, but Lovey did her best (with a worried look) to do her business in the far corners. PB left me little 'presents' right in front of gates and right on my path to the gates. Now that our weather has decided to rocket into summer (forecast is 72* today), the ice has receded and I am able to let the dogs spread the 'wealth' in the back yard. I still tote PB down the steps and do not allow Lovey to run, but at least I am not cleaning up the deck every two hours.
As a total aside, I had allowed myself to be lured into purchasing a snuggly bed for PB for Christmas, as he is a world-class snuggler and manages to roll himself into any fabric at hand. Not only did it take MONTHS to receive this product, it was way, way smaller than advertised and would be more the perfect size for a grey squirrel. Countless unanswered emails to the company, followed by the discovery that their phone number had been disconnected, frustrated any attempt to return it. They have gotten terrible reviews and I am not sure if they are nothing but scammers or a small company that got deluged over the holidays and were totally unable to handle it. Nevertheless, if you see an ad from Paw Prime, run the other way!
|This was the size to fit up to 20#.|
I'm back. Miss me? :) By Friday, I was still slogging around, but had gotten more energy and focus back. So I hurled myself into the yarn stash. Holey Moley. Four hours later, I had managed to just get through about 2/3rds of it. With images of yarn long forgotten dancing in front of my eyes, I decided to do a rough sorting by weight, to be fine-tuned at a later date, when I was not in danger of relapsing. I culled out two large shopping bags of old circular needles, some patterns I will never knit, and tons of partial, full and bitty balls of yarn. They are being donated to a woman who does charity knitting - if she ever makes it over to get them. My biggest gripe about freecycle or any attempt at giving things away for free.
I then sat down and wound some yarn into balls. It's official. I have enough fingering weight yarn to knit 27 pairs of socks.
|Sorry for the dark photo - ball|
winder is in the foreground,
swift in the back.
|These socks will glow in the dark!|
|Bonus yarn - for every skein|
sold, a tree will be planted in Africa!
Monday, being a holiday, allowed me to work myself into a complete lather over the prospect of having to capture and contain Slimmie for his vet appointment. He has not been to the vet since the vertigo incident, a couple of years ago.
I had made the appointment for late afternoon, thinking that it is the time for his fifth or sixth nap in his self-warming bed. My plan? Creep on him - all nonchalantly - spring on him, towel at the ready, and quickly wrap him like a burrito and stuff him in his crate before he knew what was happening. Things didn't quite work out as planned - he refused to take his late afternoon nap and I had to lure him onto the kitchen island with a pile 'o treats, THEN I rolled him quickly in a towel and stuffed him unceremoniously into his crate. There was much screeching and howling. There was continual screeching and howling - for the 45 minute drive to the vet and the 45 minute drive home. He was quiet as a mouse during the visit. My ears are still ringing. I was very happy that he didn't need extensive dental work - my vet, bless his heart, is very hands-on and flicked the tartar off. He does not believe in unnecessary surgery or any other treatments requiring anesthesia. We discussed Lovey's torn ACL and I got out of there for under $150!
I had a nice hot cup of tea when we got home to quiet my nerves, and was treated to the cold feline shoulder for about 10 minutes. I think we were both thrilled it was over. (Black cats are so hard to photograph!)
|The cold shoulder|
|The warm shoulder|
|And beautifully crafted!!|