Yesterday morning our neighbor, Sandy the genteel little yellow lab, decided to tag along on our walk. This excited Derby for the first leg of the trip because he wants Sandy to be his girlfriend. They like to kiss each other on the lips. I tired to ask Sandy to stay home. But she wouldn’t agree to that. Instead she rolled onto her back, exposing her belly, and titled her head to one side pleading for a scratch on the ribs. Then hoped up and ran ahead of us. Finally Derby re-focused on the walk and not on Sandy running, leash free, through the neighborhood yards. Near the end of our walk we approached two large golden retrievers and their human on the other side of the street. This dog walker stopped as we passed by. I was able to pick up a bit of tension from her. Then I considered why and quickly announced, “That’s our neighbors’ dog. She decided to come with us.” This statement of, “I cannot claim this dog or her naked non-leasedness,” seemed to make the difference and she relaxed and smiled. Then I added, “Come on Sandy. You better come with us and get on home.”
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And speaking of the LYS…
Yesterday my mom, a non-knitter, went to Crafty Hands armed with only the hand written list I had given her. This was a good exercise in,” what not to do when sending a non-fiber artist into a local yarn store”. I had asked mom to get what turned out to be the wrong yarn for the pattern I asked her to pick out. The store owner and Mrs. Pitchford, who worked in the office at the high school I graduated from and I can’t take to calling her by her first name, told my mom that the yarn I had requested was not right for the pattern I asked for. Poor Mom, not knowing what to do she brought home the pattern and a note from Mrs. Pitchford that explained that none of the stores employees had knit that pattern in the bulky weight, but had used the worsted weight instead. I’m really grateful to Mom for running this errand for me. This yarn and pattern will be part of the package I am sending to my FCS2 spoilee and the store’s hours and my weekday work hours do not get along. My brave mother. The courage it must have taken for a painter of oils and acrylics to step into the world of yarn and say, “I need these things on this list and I don’t know what they are.” Even though she says she likes to pet all the yarn.
Yesterday my mom, a non-knitter, went to Crafty Hands armed with only the hand written list I had given her. This was a good exercise in,” what not to do when sending a non-fiber artist into a local yarn store”. I had asked mom to get what turned out to be the wrong yarn for the pattern I asked her to pick out. The store owner and Mrs. Pitchford, who worked in the office at the high school I graduated from and I can’t take to calling her by her first name, told my mom that the yarn I had requested was not right for the pattern I asked for. Poor Mom, not knowing what to do she brought home the pattern and a note from Mrs. Pitchford that explained that none of the stores employees had knit that pattern in the bulky weight, but had used the worsted weight instead. I’m really grateful to Mom for running this errand for me. This yarn and pattern will be part of the package I am sending to my FCS2 spoilee and the store’s hours and my weekday work hours do not get along. My brave mother. The courage it must have taken for a painter of oils and acrylics to step into the world of yarn and say, “I need these things on this list and I don’t know what they are.” Even though she says she likes to pet all the yarn.
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AND tonight…fanfare please…is the premier of America’s Next Top Model Cycle 8!
2 comments:
I'm glad you and Derby are taking walks. Fun! The weathers going to get warmer soon, hoorah!
oh I love that show! I don't know why it's so addictive but it is. I also like "The girls next door" on E!
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