Again With the Monday
May 12, 2008 by Cass
Does it have to be Monday again? I hate to see Sunday end, especially when I spent most of it parked on the couch with a book, knitting, a drink, and my feet tucked under Geek’s ass. Heaven. The only bad part of the whole day was the ending, when I was outside with the dogs. We had some crazyass storms blow through here yesterday, and the wind was blowing lawn furniture and large farm animals across my yard. Lucky for me all that hit me in the head was a pine cone, but it hit me right in the temple at a high rate of speed, and scared the bejeezus out of me.
My scream brought Geek out to the back porch to make sure I hadn’t been impaled by a flying garden tool or fallen into the fire pit (again). Over the years he’s learned to pretty quickly assess the situation when he hears me scream, so he was on his way back inside (having decided I was in no mortal danger) when a bolt of lightening hit right there. I swear, it was right there. The crack of it hurt my ears. Both dogs bolted for the porch, but (as I’ve noted before) a scared dog runs faster than a clumsy knitter, and I hit the steps while tripping. Lucky for me, Geek has also developed catlike reflexes over the years, and he scooped me up the steps and planted me on the back porch feet down instead of head down. My hero.
I adore him.
I spent a good bit of time on Saturday afternoon knitting in front of the computer. There was talk of a sighting of the mythical Ravelry Store, so I knitted a new stitch into my knitting. P2, K1, F5, K2TOG, P1, F5, YO, K1, F5…
And it eventually paid off, as I got to actually see for myself that the Ravelry Store was not just a tale, and I got to order some Rav Gear. Color me happy.
And, yes I saved this news for last: I suck. I did not finish even one of my mom’s mother’s day socks. I had to rip back several rows of the gusset when I realized that I had been repeating the wrong two rows for about 20 rows. That’s what happens when you get in a hurry. I’m lucky my mom is so wonderful and loves me anyway. She’ll be happy with her socks, even if it’s September when she gets them.
Isn’t she cute?
I hope you both had a lovely mother’s day. Your Mom is cute. She looks very mischevious though..*L*
It is apparently a male thing to learn to tell degree of injury by scream. I say ‘ouch’ a lot. . . like when it doesn’t hurt me but hurts the thing I hit. I also yell a lot. . .bugs induce it, as well as injuries. Often I will yell and get nothing out of Jake. . . and I say “I hollared, why didn’t you come?” and he says “I knew it was one of your ‘I hurt the fridge’ yells”. However, when I do hurt myself (like cracking my head open on the kitchen shelf that holds the toaster oven) he’s there quick as a flash, and will then recount the story as “There was a real ‘I’m in pain’ yell from the kitchen”
Those storms were awful. The lightning was amazing down here, too. Glad Geek saved you from a nose dive.
Your mom is cute. And she’ll love the socks whenever they’re hers.
Your mom is adorable! Almost as cute as mine. :o) And I need more weekend, too.
Your mom is cute, she looks a little ornery to me, though.
I have a guitar-playing geek of my own, there’s just something about a man with a guitar, isn’t there?
Yay for geek hero stories instead of falling up the stairs stories!
Wheee store! I’ve been waiting too.
Hmmm.. somehow I see you ordering the frogged/ripped pints and/or shotglasses from the ravelry store
Yes, she is cute! Happy Mother’s Day to your Mom on this Monday. Hopefully you are getting some sunshine like we are here this evening. Have a great week!
Weird about the storm! Hubby got hit in the forehead by a bee once on a roller coaster, left quite the welt!
Your mom is a cutie! So what did ya order? All were big sizes when i found them!
She’s wearing a t-shirt with chinese characters on it! First two words say, “New Bamboo”. Hahaha.
your Mom is adorable, enjoy every day you have with her!!!
Did the storms put out the fire on your mountain? Sure hope so.
The same storm came through our area Sunday night, but no flying pine cones hit me when I took Zippy out.
Your mom is darling, and she looks like she’s understanding; at least, she looks like she understands you, and that’s what’s important.