I have been knitting a baby blanket. It is a large one.
And knitting.
And knitting.
Aaaaand knitting.
Still knitting.
While I enjoy knitting, this thing is something that I find strange. I knit blankets, and it seems like I start, it's fine for about 15 inches or so. Not a problem.
Then I measure, usually when I think I must have added another 5 inches to that.
15 and 1/4.
Really??
So, I buckle down and knit. Don't move for what seems like hours. I half expect my fingers to bleed, and my eyeballs to dry to dust...
Measure...
17 inches.
AIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGH!!! (ahem)
So, I am about up to 36 inches at this point, the sides were larger than I want, (47 inches).
BUT, the blanket, I have decided, will not be square. I don't want to knit 11 more inches, in fact, I don't know if I've enough yarn. I will continue knitting for a bit, then finish, bind off, and deal with the small hole that occured...
3 $@@@ inches from the start!!!! Which, of course, I didn't catch...
Can baby blankets be malevolent? (shudder)
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Monday, February 15, 2016
Monday, February 08, 2016
Eggs...
The hens are FINALLY starting to lay. It has been the usual fits and starts, one egg, then a few, then none...
However.
I went to pick up eggs, and because some of the younger ones haven't quite caught on to the "lay in the nest box" thing, I check to see if any random eggs are about. So, while looking, I went to the feed bin. Next to it, is the bin for the shavings I cover the floor with. Behind that, up against the wall, is the empty plastic bags from the feed, and the shavings.
This is not your typical place to find an egg.
But, there it was, more or less balanced on some of the plastic, between the bins. How it didn't get knocked down, or just plain fall off, I will never figure out.
But, I managed to pick it up, and it is now in the fridge for future use.
I am also keeping a curious eye on my birds...
However.
I went to pick up eggs, and because some of the younger ones haven't quite caught on to the "lay in the nest box" thing, I check to see if any random eggs are about. So, while looking, I went to the feed bin. Next to it, is the bin for the shavings I cover the floor with. Behind that, up against the wall, is the empty plastic bags from the feed, and the shavings.
This is not your typical place to find an egg.
But, there it was, more or less balanced on some of the plastic, between the bins. How it didn't get knocked down, or just plain fall off, I will never figure out.
But, I managed to pick it up, and it is now in the fridge for future use.
I am also keeping a curious eye on my birds...
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Hi! Miss me? Owwwiiiooooooooooo! Bark!
Today's walk was just so strange, thought it was worth at least a quick blogging.
I went up the hill with a pedometer, Rudee, the sticks, cell phone, and my tunes. Just a regular day... Well, the pedometer was new, but still, I didn't expect anything but a somewhat more accurate report on my walking. So, I am trotting along, when Rudee gets all 'focussed'. He does this when he sees a deer, or a squirrel, or hears something, but knows he's not to leave me. I didn't see a deer, and so I looked. He started whining. I looked around, and became a little confused.
"Ok, go get 'em."
I figured, that way I could at least SEE what he was up in arms about. He bolted! ZOOOOOOM! Right across the top of the hill to the fence. I then realized I was hearing something, and turned off the music. Howling, screeching noises, crashing, and more howling. My first thought was coyotes (really, really common around here). My second thought was, geez, that is a LOT of noise.
I waited, and then thought, ya know, our neighbor... Is she okay? This got me on my cell phone to call Husband to ask if he'd call her. She's elderly, and everyone has been a bit more 'on edge' with the cougar and whatnot. I told Husband that it sounded like something was being attacked up where I was. I was walking to where Rudee was, who was trying his level best to stick his head through the fence. That's when I saw the outline.
"Husband! There's a BEAGLE up here! There's TWO beagles up here! There's THREE beagles up here!" (And so, if needed we now know who can take The Count's spot on Sesame Street, if he needs a break.) So, hung up with Husband, and kept an eye on Rudee, and the general fracas. I was expecting a person sooner or later. Finally, the beagles decided Rudee was fun, but they were on the track of something, and blasted down the hill, making a hard left to the neighbor's place.
Husband called back, it turns out, neighbor had seen a bobcat run by her house, and the directions I'd given to Husband, told him that they were probably tracking it. The neighbor thanked us for calling, and said that NO, there was no permission given to hunt on her place. She was calling the Sheriff.
Never saw the owner of the beagles. We saw the patrol go by a little later, I don't know what happened, I might try and find out later. I know we have had several folks complain about shooting, and comment on getting a Neighborhood Watch. I think I better get more motivated to get that going...
Oh, and I walked 1.015 miles, according to the pedometer. Wonder if beagle barks affect accuracy?
I went up the hill with a pedometer, Rudee, the sticks, cell phone, and my tunes. Just a regular day... Well, the pedometer was new, but still, I didn't expect anything but a somewhat more accurate report on my walking. So, I am trotting along, when Rudee gets all 'focussed'. He does this when he sees a deer, or a squirrel, or hears something, but knows he's not to leave me. I didn't see a deer, and so I looked. He started whining. I looked around, and became a little confused.
"Ok, go get 'em."
I figured, that way I could at least SEE what he was up in arms about. He bolted! ZOOOOOOM! Right across the top of the hill to the fence. I then realized I was hearing something, and turned off the music. Howling, screeching noises, crashing, and more howling. My first thought was coyotes (really, really common around here). My second thought was, geez, that is a LOT of noise.
I waited, and then thought, ya know, our neighbor... Is she okay? This got me on my cell phone to call Husband to ask if he'd call her. She's elderly, and everyone has been a bit more 'on edge' with the cougar and whatnot. I told Husband that it sounded like something was being attacked up where I was. I was walking to where Rudee was, who was trying his level best to stick his head through the fence. That's when I saw the outline.
"Husband! There's a BEAGLE up here! There's TWO beagles up here! There's THREE beagles up here!" (And so, if needed we now know who can take The Count's spot on Sesame Street, if he needs a break.) So, hung up with Husband, and kept an eye on Rudee, and the general fracas. I was expecting a person sooner or later. Finally, the beagles decided Rudee was fun, but they were on the track of something, and blasted down the hill, making a hard left to the neighbor's place.
Husband called back, it turns out, neighbor had seen a bobcat run by her house, and the directions I'd given to Husband, told him that they were probably tracking it. The neighbor thanked us for calling, and said that NO, there was no permission given to hunt on her place. She was calling the Sheriff.
Never saw the owner of the beagles. We saw the patrol go by a little later, I don't know what happened, I might try and find out later. I know we have had several folks complain about shooting, and comment on getting a Neighborhood Watch. I think I better get more motivated to get that going...
Oh, and I walked 1.015 miles, according to the pedometer. Wonder if beagle barks affect accuracy?
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