5 And A Beagle

AND HEY, WHEN YOUR KIDS ARE TOO OLD FOR TRICK OR TREATING, WHY NOT DRESS UP THE DOG?

Remember that Sesame Street song -

One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn't belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?

I think the rose bush is confused by the warm, sunny autumn we've been having. This was a late bloom on the bush at the front of the house. The rest of the shots were taken when Miles and I went for a stroll around the neighbourhood today.



With all of these beautiful fall colours around, is it any wonder I started something with this yarn. Knitpicks laceweight Shimmer in the colourway Maple Leaf. It's like knitting with angel hair pasta.



Just one of about 7 works in progress right now. Is it any wonder that I can't seem to reach the end of Icarus when I keep going off to another project? Only 7 rows to completion - must focus and get it finished.

Yesterday was a change from the norm. After dropping the girls off at school, I hopped on the seabus for a ride into downtown Vancouver for a three hour seminar at the lovely Canada Place.


First a tasty banana muffin and a cup of tea and then down to business. "The Art of Attracting, Qualifying and Closing good People." Sound exciting? With an unemployment rate as low as 4% in Vancouver, filling vacancies in the company is proving to be quite a challenge.

It was a lovely fall day for a trip across the inlet and back.

However, when I arrived home, I found a certain USPS envelope on my doorstep. It had to be one of two things - the yarn that would 're-arm' me so that I could set my sights on the next target in SockWars OR my assasin's completed socks.

With trembling hands, I cautiously opened the package only to be pelted with flashes of red and white. Hundreds and hundreds (okay, may 10) bonbons flew out at me and as I fell to the pavement, a feathery soft pair of red and white Socks of Doom fluttered down and rested across my arm thus rendering me dead and out of the SockWars battle.

But as I lay on my door stupe in a dazed state, I glanced up at the door handle and what did I see? A notice from Fedex! My ammunition had arrived, but I wasn't home to receive it. Which had come first? The ammo or the sock of doom? I'll never know, but because I can't get to the post office until tomorrow, I'm casting on before I send it off to the Red & White Assasin, Rachel.

Cooking for 5 on the BBQ (ran out of propane midway through yesterday's dinner) has lost its charm. As has washing dishes in the ensuite sink.






I want to run away and join the circus!

This isn't our kitchen, but because I STILL can't find the camera, it will have to stand as a representation of what ours looks like now.

Yesterday was spent emptying the cupboards of all their contents, ripping out the cupboards, the floor tile and the backsplash. Tons of fun. This week the new cabinets are installed, but it will be at least another 3 weeks before the countertops and floorig are in. Three weeks without a functioning kitchen. Three weeks of dinners for 5 made on the barbeque or in the microwave. Or maybe more visits to the parents' houses.

Needless to say, not much knitting happening these days. Thank goodness the sock wars started last weekend. I still haven't received a completed pair, so I'm still alive, but I haven't received a partially finished pair from my victim. Which brings me to an apology to my victim. I knit her pair in the only DK I had on hand which turned out to be cotton. I should have worked some fingering weight wool in with it so that they didn't come out so loose. I think the ribbing is loose enough to fit over an elephant's ankles. Sorry Eve!

Back to the insanity.