#5 and #6

Keeping up with two blogs, a Flickr page, school (tech writing this term), kids, work, house and knitting and sewing and crocheting custom orders as well as for the 'reasons' is turning out to be quite the challenge.

Three O'clock this morning- maybe four- I didn't take the time to look- I discovered the monsoon that was supposed to be a "rainstorm" turned into a white, wet, heavy snowstorm. I have a metal awning with a 'heavy duty' tarp covering my little deck to keep things 'dry' (meaning, around here, you get used to green fuzz on ALL your stuff). Little did I know when I went outside to visit Loo, I would encounter my head bumping into my tarp because it had snowed so much the tarp had sagged almost to the break/rip point. Luckily I have bungees attached to all the grommets all around, so there was enough give to not totally cave in on itself. (that would have been one hell of a mess).

So. picture this now, 4 am, me in pajamas and rubber boots, soaking wet from rounding up stuff to assist me with getting the HEAVY, WET snow off the tarp. Angry? Upset? Nope. I had spun myself up into a world of pissed-offedness the world has yet to encounter. I had a baseball bat, hammer, boards, heavy duty rake, and an adrenalin rush that would put steroids to shame. All of it wet, covered with that damn snow, and each.and.every.item. gave me some sort of grief. And head bumps.

Two hours or so later, I finally get ahead of the snow. Then. Then. THEN it starts to rain AND snow. By this time, I was a laughing, hysterical, teary-eyed babbling idiot. I was talking to the tarp. "OH is that what you really think? Fine then! Bring it! You want to fight? Let's go!" and shove the rake up and down. That took talent, I must boast. I had to do it hard enough to get the snow to move, but easy enough to not rip the tarp.

By the time I left for work, my shoulders and left eye had a nice steady twitch, I was smiling and singing like a little girl with a new fluffy unicorn. If words could stick, the underside of that tarp would have a thick black coating of obscenities the editors of books would come  in person to pluck original curse words from the wealth holding up that @#$^#$##& tarp.

Counseling? Psychiatry? shmaltz! who needs that? Fuggedaboudit! I have the answer to stress. Chop wood. Dig dirt. Push snow off a tarp. Knit a sweater. There's your therapy, "Dr. Phil". Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Speaking of therapy-

#6. Classic Pink. Wool hat with a nice lacy pattern.
$40 includes shipping.

*SOLD*

Two-tone green #5 hat. Acrylic. Slouchy styling.
$40 includes shipping.

The #4 hat sold, but I will make another one if you want one that color.
Happy Tuesday!