In the immortal words of … hmmm, I can’t remember whose immortal words these are*…I just know I didn’t make it up: Lace looks like a bucket of boiled ass while you’re knitting it. Just so, immortal lace words sayer. Just so. Here’s my bucket of boiled ass:

The knitting is fun and interesting. The 10 st pattern repeat is super easy to memorize and since each round consists of 32 repeats at this point, I can work up some real speed. The yarn is like dipping my needles into butter (especially after the hemp) and feels really nice. I could complain that it splits like crazy. In fact, I will complain that it splits. And heaven forfend I have any jagged nails or dry skin patchs, cuz swear to FSM the yarn will catch on them every single time. and split. Did I mention the yarn splits? It’s cotton/rayon with oh…I dunno…maybe 276 plys. Ok, exaggerating. But you know what I mean. Still I’m really digging it. There’s always that magical moment with lace when you stretch it all out and it becomes a thing of beauty. Until then bucket. Of boiled ass.

Update: Chris kindly pointed out it was the ever amusing Rabbitch who coined the phrase here. “I’m told that all lace looks like a bucket of boiled ass until it’s finished and blocked, and I’m just going to take that at face value and keep on going.” A completely apt description of knitting lace as far as I’m concerned.

Tuesday adventure: I had just finished eating a salad in the McDonald’s parking lot when a scruffy guy came up to my open car window and showed me a piece of paper that said something about God bless love on it. I shook my head no, I wasn’t interested (I absolutely NEVER respond to begging on the street), and he turned the paper over and pointed out the lines that said he was deaf and could I spare any change. I shook my head no again. I’m not rude about it, just firm. So he points to the deaf, spare change line again and again, I shake my head no. Finally he seemed to get my message and flipped me off as he walked away. How’s that for God bless love?

Random cuteness:

Yesterday was Monday and somehow I managed not to get much work done. After all my hard work planting seeds Sunday I found that something, rabbit or squirrel maybe, had been digging in my lettuce seeded pots. GRRRRRR!! I got me to the garden center and found something called Liquid Fence. My biggest mistake was spraying it as soon as I got home, right before dinner, because the way this stuff works is by putrescent smell. After it drys, it’s not supposed to be noticeable to humans, but it took it’s own stinky time drying. I have to remember to spray it on the garden at the end of the evening as we are on our way into the house.

There was a HUGE thunderstorm last night. Thunder and lightning was fast and furious, right over our heads. I was just getting ready to shut down my puter for the night when a huge thunder shook the house and the lights dimmed and one of my monitors went out. We haven’t been able to get it back on, so it may be a goner. The keyboard was out for awhile too, but it’s working now.

Random cuteness:

the Rock Star had to work much of the weekend, so the Boy and I entertained ourselves a lot. But on Saturday we went to a friends big party/picnic at Hidden Falls Park and had a fun day.

It was hot as hell, but I set up our little camp in a shady spot and sat down to knit, and soon lots of people had come to join me. I didn’t get far on the knitting, there was a mistake in my lace and with so many people visiting, it was hard for me to concentrate to find it.

Sunday was a day of accident and injury! It started with the Boy playing his usual game of running full speed across the living room to throw himself up onto the ottoman. He does this repeatedly some days. It’s just good fun. His legs fly up behind him and he giggles and runs back to do it again. This time it was set to close to some wooden boxes we have stacked to form shelves and he ran his head into the edge of one of those boxes with all the force of his weight and running across the room. There was a sickening thud and he looked up at me with surprise for one whole long second before he started crying. I rushed out and gathered him up and after he stopped crying was able to examine his forehead where a huge goose egg had formed. His pupils seemed to dilate normally and he wasn’t dizzy so we gave him some tylenol to help with any headache and continued on with the day.

Later, in the yard I was using twine and the utility knife to bundle up some brush I’d cut down and jabbed my left index finger horribly. the Boy and I were alone and he was such a good little guy. He came into the house with me while I washed it and put a pretend bandaid on it. It bled so much I felt faint. I laid down on the grass outside with my feet up and asked him to please not wander off…I was afraid I’d faint and he’d be all alone. So he laid down next to me and put his head on my chest and talked to me. So sweet. I love my l’il guy!! I was able to get up after a while and get some cold water and a snack and I felt better pretty soon. Cleaned the cut with peroxide and bandaged it up.

After all the blood and head banging, it was a reasonably peaceful day. I put potting soil in a bunch of pots and planted lettuce seeds. There is is some hope they may actually yield before the first frost. the Rock star came home and we fixed some dinner and got to bed reasonably early.

Here’s a picture of the Boy pre-head bang:

My blog was down all weekend and Monday. I didn’t even realize it til Monday morning. But now the super responsive Candi of Nohasslehosting.net got me going again. Too bad I can’t sit here and blog…I have to get out and get 5 visits done, some cat, some dogs. Then at 3:30 I get a haircut and waxing (underarm, bikini, legs). Yowch!!!