I hate hot weather

90 degrees today. I hate hot weather. Luckily it's cooler in the house (well, sort of--81), and supposed to cool back down into the 70s over the course of the week.

The Ts aren't happy either. GSDs just aren't summer-time dogs. Taenzer's reaction:

By the time it gets this hot again (not for weeks, I hope!), we'll be using the puppy pen again and she'll be able to cool off with a wallow in the kiddie pool or a dash through the sprinkler. She's my water baby. Timber just pants, occasionally stands in the pool, and will sometimes stand at the edge of the sprinkler reach. On the other hand, he loves to eat shaved ice.

(*snerk* Grade school kid described Sean Connery's voice as sounding like he has a hamster stuck in his throat. *rotfl* I lean toward the "wool cloak" description myself, though that doesn't entirely describe it by a long shot. Bob Dylan, according to David Bowie, sounds like "sand and glue"; to an NPR listener, it's the itch and the scratch.

And my God, Pavarotti in his prime was something amazing to listen to! Bright, burning, passionate, an arrow to the heart. I never understood the glory of tenors until I heard Pavarotti. Okay, where's my copy of La Boheme?)

Annie, on the other hand, has spent the summers of her long life lying in sunny windows in 100+ weather--it's a wonder her brains haven't boiled away. Therefore, she thinks it's still worth conserving body heat:

Okay, I'm taking bets: How long is this going to take?

Lace-weight, size 9s, Trinity-stitch with, eventually, a knitted-on garter stitch border. My vote is about--January 20, 2011.

It looks ugly in the picture, but it's that mohair/silk blend with the strand of copper metallic; it's going to be very pretty, I think. One thing I can't figure out is that I'm doing a y/o at the beginning of each row, but it's only showing up in the nice little loopy edge on one side.