Monday, July 29, 2013
This is the yarn but it has long runs of color that looked weird in the weft. I also learned that fewer picks per inch make a much more drapey fabric. None of the samples were stiff - finally. It was like a study group of one - I learned a ton!
Thursday, July 25, 2013
The snake wasn't coiled at first or Sammy would have been bitten. Ian changed to long pants and boots and by the snake was coiled and ready to strike. Ian couldn't get to him with a shovel and called Tom to come down and dispatch him which he did handily. He shot the head right off and launched it somewhere deep under the porch where the dogs can't get to it. He said it was a juvenile, but it's my understanding that they're more toxic than adults. That was our excitement yesterday morning.
We've talked about getting a gun but never followed through. Ian said that was just crazy, to have to call a neighbor to do what he could do for himself. It's time to get a gun and I think it will be a .410 shotgun - for varmints.
Changing the subject, I've finished this Knitting Pure and Simple pattern. This is the second time I've knit it and I sent for CotLin from Knit Picks to make it again. I knit this from Cascade 220.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
They welcomed the kids to check it out and Lu jumped at it. The crew is the pilot and two nurses and they can do everything except x-ray and lab. They go everywhere and were onsite at the Hawthorne Depot disaster earlier this year. It's nice to know.
There is a farmers market of locals out here in our valley. It's every other week and residents volunteer their yards. Currently the site is Steve and Sunny's - announcements are by the massive group email by which we valleyites are connected. I set up a table the next day, Sunday, and in spite of the extreme heat and minimal attendance, I had good sales. This might be the venue I was looking for.
It continues to be a friction point, and I know people on both sides of this conflict. My contemporaries in Fallon are trying to make a living on their farms, and small farms are always marginal. On the other hand, I want so much to preserve the natural beauty that is unique to the high desert. Pyramid Lake would be a wetlands, had our native tribes not won their case in court.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
These are the things that Mim dyed at the guild meeting on Saturday.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
In the interim, I've had some grandchild knitting to do.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
so it's not a total loss, but I obviously have a long way to go before I get then hang of scarves.
I woke up this morning with the realization that I have three months before the three-day McQueen Craft Fair in October and I am nowhere near ready to fill a booth. I laid in bed for while, mulling over my options. I finally got up and emailed the program contact, opting out. I'll get a 50% refund for $83 and the other half will in essence be a donation to the high school band program and I'm good with that. I had no idea what a huge relief that would be. I celebrated by reading on front porch all afternoon and it was a perfect day for it.
Ian and I are invited to the wedding barbeque. We're going to pass on the wedding. It's being conducted on a peak in Yosemite. I'm excited.
Wednesday, July 03, 2013
There was so much going on the week after we got back from vacation. We had to drive into town to return the rental car and buy some groceries. The next day we had to take my car into town for service, which is why we took a rental car in the first place. I forget how fracturing those trips are - always have to allow two hours road time. I had an email on Monday from my old running partner, asking whether or not I was going to be able to make the brunch on Friday? I didn't realize we had one, but yeah. My head is still reeling. Four of us who were friends from 30 years ago sat and talked forever. We had belonged to a tight group of several dozen and then life spontaneously changed and we all went our own ways, many of us out of state. I was exhausted after I left but I felt really good. I was thankful that I had scheduled lunch with my favorite woman on the planet - my daughter!
There were over a dozen more support vehicles, including sleeping units at the top of Red Rock Road. I crept through the maze to get onto the highway and choked up as a firefighter waved me by. I'm so grateful that they go out in this miserable heat to keep us safe.
My DIL Missy is in town with my grandsons to help her mother post surgery. We visited for a while, checked out some knitting, and played a rousing game of Apples to Apples - more goodness. I left to see my doc and polished off the day by stocking up at Costco. It was 102 when I left there and I got soon heard one of the disaster alert messages on the radio for flashflood warnings. Huh? I hadn't driven another five miles when the sky opened up. It was like driving through a car wash. By the time I reached our highway, my temperature gauge registered 66 degrees. Welcome to the high desert. I can image the fire crews were doing a happy dance. The smell of smoke still lingers tonight. Heroes? You know my answer.