T-Day

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American readers (and belated wishes to the Canadians). I hope you have a happy day with your family, and eat lots of your favorite foods.

Last night I came home, turned on the computer, got nothing. Turned on the lamp, got nothing. Checked thepower strip--no light. Went downstairs, sure enough, I'd blown a fuse. Did I have a fuse in the house? Nope. Back out into the blizzard (well--okay, not exactly a blizzard--but it was rainy/freezing rain/snowing, and most unpleasant), with the Ts along for company and to give them some time out of the house. First store I went to didn't have any (I mean, really--who has fuse boxes in their houses any more?). Had to go clear to the other end of town to my 2nd choice, K-Mart. I was sure they'd have them, but couldn't find them. Refused to go to Walmart, so I was about in tears, until I found and asked a very nice and knowledgeable lady stocking shelves. She knew exactly where they where. I wished her a happy Thanksgiving from the bottom of my heart, bought 2 packages to avoid this situation in the future, and came home.

I just let the Ts out to play, and while they were running around I put plastic on the back stormdoor (old-fashioned wooden kind, with 4 glass panes, one of which was shattered by Timber this spring. I immediately began working harder on SIT before we go out, until I give the okay, but meanwhile, I've got this hole in the door, and I don't exactly trust the glass guys to put a new pane in without breaking the divider) and weather stripping on the top. Then I packed up two of Taenzer's tunnels--I was hoping to be able to use them another year, but they're beyond hope. She was horrified, ran up and stuck her head into them while I was fastening them into hoops: "Wait! Those are mine! What are you doing with my tunnels???" The third one can stay up a little longer, but its days are numbered, too, so I'll have to get her a couple of new ones for Christmas, to put out come spring.

I wanted to do a close analysis, to borrow a term, of that picture of Taenzer and Timber nose-to-nose (which still makes me laugh out loud whenever I see it), but I can't find my doggy-body-language book. Which is infuriating. It's not a small book, and there are 3 places where it should be, and 2 where I remember seeing it, and I can't find it anywhere. I'm pretty sure I haven't loaned it to anyone--pretty sure...

But while I was looking for it, I found a sweater I'd started in Lopi, but no pattern with it. (Stupid me--why didn't I put the pattern in the bag???) But, aha, thank goodness for knitting journals! I went back and found it (started *last* October. No, I mean last October, 2006), and fortunately I've made it a habit to include the name of the yarn, the size needles, and and the name of the pattern. This one's from the Lion Brand site. I think I stopped because it turned out that my sweater wasn't going to be as bulky or cuddly as the original, but now, after more than a year, it looks like it will be a nice typically warm Lopi sweater, and I hope I have enough yarn to make patch pockets. It's supposed to have a hood on it, but I think I might just put a deep ribbed collar on it. For some reason, the button bands aren't ribbed, or in garter stitch, so they roll up like little caterpillars.

Erm, yes, I'm supposed to be working on socks. I'm supposed to be doing a lot of things--laundry, dishes, organizing genealogical stuff which is about to take over the living room. Never rely on me to do anything I'm supposed to do. I guess I have a perverse streak about a mile wide. Tell me I'm supposed to do something and I start looking around for something else to do.

Anyway, hand-written knitting journals can be a godsend!