The Attic Looks Like a Wedding Cake

They’ve just pumped foam in the attic, in some places against exposed beams, so the foam is hanging out

Closeup of the Precious

around the light fixtures. And they’ve scraped the foam against the attic ceiling to cut off excess. It looks like a butter cream frosting experiment gone wrong, with splinters.

Silk or Rayon? Still beautiful.

My current knitting is a little something from some unidentified lace weight (silk?) yarn that someone left on the swap table at the retreat. No identification on the little cake of yarn, but it’s luscious. I’m so amused, I’ve been doing imitations of Jo Ann Worley from Laugh-In (can’t find the yodel that I’m mimicking). Yes, I do embarrass my family. Whatever.

I’d love to thank the person who left this preciousSSSs on the swap table. They may have had to buy extra to finish a project and then couldn’t look at it ever again. Or, perhaps, they didn’t like the color. Me, I’m giggling. Well, that and quoting Gollum.

Thanks, OK? The socks in just plain regular yarn (leftover from another project) do not benefit from my lack of monogamy. But look at this new yarn — it’s just shiny and it feels nice. I think we can understand why I’m fickle. Right? I’m not precisely sure what the yarn will grow up to be, but we’ll see. If it turns into something good, you might not see this yarn again for months.

Sometimes It’s a Shadow on a Tree

…and sometimes it’s a squirrel running up a gray tree, making you think the sun is moving shadows at warp speed.

I’m on new allergy medicine, due to all the dust in the house from fixing things (we do not wish to talk about how rewarding it is to get to make the black bathtub magically turn into its normal white color, right?). That, and the death of the programmable coffeemaker is probably responsible.

Note: the non-programmable coffeemaker is fine for now. It just allows for more fuzzy brain time while I wait for the coffee to brew.

“D” Is Also for “De Construction”

Nancy Bush Little Child's Sock

In which the construction guys make a mess and loud noises in order to provide small amenities, like basement windows that aren’t rotten. The cats hate all of this.

Yesterday a screen door (heh, another “d” word) was finally put on in the back. We can now finally put panes of glass up to protect the back door (which is made of wood and won’t last forever in the elements). No idea why the back screen door was removed in the first place, unless it was wooden too, and rotting like the basement windows. The cats think the original screen door was removed to allow cat egress [this is false, since they're "supposed to be" indoor cats]. Yesterday evening, much cat crying and screaming about the door happened. I gloated.

The cat meter predicts this is a good day to spend under the bed. After looking at all the dust and debris, I kind of agree.

On the plus side, I’ve been knitting on the Little Child’s Sock from the Nancy Bush book, Knitting Vintage Socks (the second one of a pair). The picture above is of the first one (the second should look remarkably similar).

Thoughts to Chill the Soul

Forget the dark thoughts of the midnight hour.

Forget that moment around 2 – 3 AM when you wonder if you really did lock the door and wonder what that “house settling noise” really is. Or the sound of your student loan suddenly ticking into action once you exit school.

It’s that moment as the coffee is brewing, and you’re still wearing slippers, when you wonder, “When exactly are they coming to fix the upper stairway?” Then you pause and run to the calendar.

Wooden House Dwellers

If you hear a rapping, rapping, rapping sound from the walls where someone inefficiently walled up windows and a door (possibly in 1930), and you’ve noticed yellow jackets come to die in your office…..

Depending on your geographic location, it’s probably a woodpecker.