Charlie loves the kennel where we keep him. James bought a new kitty tree for the feline area that Charlie adores so much that I've been looking for one online. But more than anything, Charlie loves his own home. I didn't pick him up until Tuesday, and he dissolved into the covers of our bed, which he normally thumbs his paw at.
We got a phone call late Wednes-
day from Carol, neighbor on the hill above us. They'd just gotten home from town and noticed a box at our gate. It was this gorgeous basket from grandson John's parents in Massachusetts, plum full of crazy good things. We have already brewed and consumed the coffee and trying to figure out how to get more.
The actual basket is a real-deal. There's not a staple in the construc-
tion. I'm going to do a craft fair in November, so conscripted it for that weekend. Chrissie can have have the rest of the foodies - oops. I think we may have reduced her selection.
I said I was done knitting felted bags, but with an eye to this craft fair, I decided to dye up some yarn yesterday in shades of purple. I love the idea that you can put four skeins from different sheep in one pot and get four colors.
These are the four skeins that I put into the pot. From left to right: gray Lincoln, Border Leicester blend (ewe named Blondie), Brown lusterlong wool cross and Lincoln/Border Leicester cross - that last was an award winning 12 pound! fleece at Black Sheep Gathering that I split with a friend.
These are the purples that I got and now I've decided to do the same with maybe olive or golds. It's all speculation - craft fair projects, well yeah, as is random dying.
Meanwhile, Ian and I both spent the day in town. I had my library book club just after lunch. Afterward, I bit the bullet and spent two hours bra shopping - tedious and excruciating. It was 5:00 and I hadn't eaten since breakfast. While gassing up at Costco, my dear friend Michelle cruised into the next bay. She was on her way to a guitar lesson and had just gotten a text message from her teacher that he was running behind. We ended up having an evening meal at Qdobas and spent an hour on catch up. I cannot tell you how sweet that hour was.
Meanwhile, I got home at 7:00 to starving dogs and no Ian. His day was crazy full, including a lunch with a wonderful mutual friend of ours and Michelle's, and he ended up in a meeting with our union. He's been hired for the legislative session and the unexpected income is paying for us to visit New York. It was pretty out of the blue, but on faith, Ian booked a flight a couple of days ago.
I told my book club I wouldn't be there next month and why, so the next order of business was what plays we should see. I think we're leaning toward the South Pacific reprise. But hey, we just booked our flight day before yesterday. Ian was trying to get reservations this evening at Jonathon Waxman's restaurant for my birthday, but they're booked into November! I have one meal in my must category and that's Yonah Shimmel's. It's on East Houston Street and totally out of the way - whatever.
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