Sunday, June 21

Many different kinds of cats

I had the week off and cleared some piles, planted marigolds, and knit, knit, knit. That means I knit on one project:

Another lace project but a simple 8-row repeat this time (action on the odd-numbered rows, purl back on the even rows). I used row markers galore and had to sketch the pattern on a post-it.

I was going to keep knitting until the yarn was gone or the scarf measured 60" but that was too boring. I am going to use the scarf to ward off the air-conditioning chill so it only needs to go around one time.

Yarn: Malabrigo laceweight, Vera Cruz; Cat's Paw pattern from my needlework dictionary. Used 2 size 4.5 dpn with a needleholder on the end to keep the work from sliding off.

And then just tonight, as round 4 of the US Open was called for darkness, I got a call that a mama cat with 4 kittens have been trapped but Treehouse isn't picking up the phone. Temporary housing in the back of the van with the vents open:

Mom is a friendly and the kittens are happy to be held. They all deserve forever homes.

Sunday, June 14

25 years later

Phew! What a month!

I finished my Wrapped in Tradition poncho in time to wear it to DD#3's graduation. The lace poncho was fun - I wanted to keep knitting to see what the next pattern would look like. Getting the daughter through to the end was the challenge. I wanted her to stop working through the stages and behaviors and phases -

Before graduation, we went to the annual scholarship reception with DD#2 who came in town from Pittsburgh. That was on a Monday. The Sunday before was when we moved DD#1 to her new apt - shared with 3 other women and 2 cats. As far north as we are south, but in a more interesting area for a 24-year old. The Saturday before the move on Sunday was the 2009 prom for DD#3. Cute - was not as fun as she thought but there you are. The Friday before the Saturday was prom #1 which she attended with her friend who didn't have a date. This was at her former high school so was kind of a nice good-bye.

And the weekend before the weekend of receptions, moving, and proms was our 25th wedding anniversary. Who knew how this would all turn out?

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