Because

Because I just know you want to see him as much as I do. Here are a few pics of Mo when we went to visit this week.



Eight months is a long time to not hug your baby. Can't wait til he's home next week.
The Francie socks went to Texas with us but never made it out of the bag. The marathon 16 hour drive home in the dark ( mostly) was just not conducive to knitting with tiny needles and following a pattern. Go figure. All that is left is 1 toe and they will be ready to be washed and put away for holiday giftiness. Here is how they came out. I'm pretty pleased.

The trek home in Mo's car made us realize that his vehicle was unlikely to survive the drive to N.Dakota where he will be living much less three years of snow and salt and whatever else is in East BF so we have been truck shopping again. Yeah boy that was a run-on sentence. Ask me if I care. I am tired. Tired of riding in cars, tired of looking at cars, tired of thinking about cars. I am going to go study the inside of my eyelids until I am not tired anymore.

Snake patrol

Remember when I said a week or two ago that we hadn't seen any copperheads this year? Well, it seems they just waited an extra week so that I would get all complacent. I let Beau out for his evening constitutional -( and I promise he is every bit as capable of constituting as any politician) and he was reluctant to descend the stairs to the back garden. I looked and spotted THIS attempting to make it's escape. Boogie and his trusty shovel took care of the evil beast while I stood on the steps giving instructions.

A further search of the yard found a companion who also met a quick demise.

Both of these critters were full grown and over three feet long and just as nasty as they look. So I guess we will be on snake patrol every night until the weather gets cooler. Damn. Like I need something else to do. Sorry, Brittany. You're not going to convince me that these things are good for anything so don't waste your breath. Your happy little tadpole eating snakes are fine. The only good copperhead is a dead one.

Domesticity

Life at Chez Feline is rarely boring but this week has been a bit stingy with blog fodder. Larry is back in school. The summer has just flown by. It's just too hot to have to sit in school. How is it that folks my age attended school from Labor day til Memorial day and are better educated than our kids who attend from August til June?

Here is a pic of the wedding venue. Only three more weeks til the big day.

In a fit of domesticity I cooked a country dinner this week.

It's a dog's life. Geez.

Warning

Knitting content. On a knit blog of all things. Also a spoiler alert. The recipient of one of these pairs of socks is at yet unknown so you might be getting a glimpse of your Christmas or birthday present. Read on at your own discretion. These are the completed comfort socks that Larry will be wearing as Best Man at Mo's wedding.

And here is Larry doing what he does best - Fishing. And for those environmentalists out there - we do not practice catch & release. We catch & eat!

And these are the Francie socks that I have been looking forward to. The pattern is very engaging and although I dread picking up the gussett stitches I am enjoying this pattern very much. Whoever winds up with them will be pleased I think. This pic is a better representation of the color than the pattern but you get the idea.

Who am I

I found this video while wasting time on youtube and since I love Casting Crowns I decided to share it. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did

Spiders & Snakes

It is officially snake season at Chez Feline with the first sighting a couple of days ago and then again earlier today. Thankfully we have not ( so far) seen any copperheads and our only visitor is a curious black racer who seems intent on checking out the pool facilities. You'd have thought that I had cried WITCH in old Salem, Mass the way Larry & AH came running with pitchforks and shovels. I don't ask for ID when I spot a snake, you see. If it has no legs and a forky tongue, I become a stereotypical female and call my big strong men to come take care of it. The summer snake hunts of past years are becoming somewhat legendary and two of our closest neighbors have visited recently to see if we had had any sightings of copperheads as we have had to kill several of them ( snakes not neighbors)in the last eight years.
I've got nada on spiders but the wedding socks are black and they are almost done. My next sock project is waiting in the wings with yarn and pattern at the ready. The pattern is "Francie" and I am really looking forward to it. It is very tree of lifey and I'm hoping that the soft green Shibui yarn will do it justice. Speaking of yarn - I am going to get out my ball-winder and wind up my yarn as a little added encouragement to finish up my current projects and move on.

Update

I've been a busy girl the last few weeks getting some wedding things accomplished and also participating in a Harry Potter mini sock swap. Check out the cool stuff my swap partner sent me. I especially love the card and am now on a quest to obtain some for myself. It has a tiny knitted swatch on the front! If anyone knows where to buy Itty Bitty Witty Knitties let me know. Kim? Sherry? Little help?

The wedding socks are about 60% done and with a few days off coming up I should be able to make good progress on them. That is, if I ignore the fact that my house is in dire need of a good cleaning. Larry's socks are mostly done - just some ribbing left. My other project will be resumed and completed as soon as all the boys have socks. Then I can take a deep breath and start the holiday knitting. Yikes. The CNM's at work have started clamoring for socks. So far I've staved them off with the - if I knit them for you I have to knit them for everyone argument. I think they grasp that it just ain't gonna happen.