It’s a dog’s life …

Life is finally settling down. I finally have a phone and an internet connection that works. And World’s Best Dog flew down to keep me company. First of the menagerie to show up. I can’t wait for Martin and the rest of the menagerie to move down permanently.

I can’t say that I’m short of things to do. But I can’t say that I’m missing my fiber stash. Why? Martin’s been sending down a few boxes of stuff each week. Each box is padded with my fiber stash — whatever he needed to fill the space and keep things from shifting. I’m now filling my new residence with boxes and boxes of fiber. It’s amazing how much they fluff up once you open up the box.

Here’s my new favorite spinning spot (sorry, lost the picture in a blog move) … It’s my front porch. Isn’t it wonderful? There’s even a waterfall in the back corner on an electric pump. The landlord requested that I turn it on at least 2 hours a day to keep the pond aerated. Darn! What a hardship!

I started to spin up some of that beautiful handpainted wool from Banana Belt that I purchased at the NwRSA conference in May. I’ve got 2 bobbins full of singles now. I had plenty time to spin while I was waiting for the 4th (or was it the 5th?) telephone repair person to show up “sometime between 8 am and 6 pm.

On the Crusoe socks … I’m afraid that I’m going to have to rip out the second sock and start over. There was a 3 week break between the 2, and with the stress of moving, I’m afraid that the second sock is a little tight. Oh, well, it’s been a little warm to wear socks anyway.

I also started a short sleeved sweater, using Heirloom Breeze. It’s going a little slow, because I just can’t seem to concentrate on the knitting. There’s just so many other things to do when I settle down for the evening. And now, there’s also the dust mop demanding attention. He feels that he is owed a trip to the dog park every night. By the way, the dog parks I’ve seen do not even come close to any of the dog parks in the Seattle area. Boy, I’m spoiled. I don’t know that Waldo noticed it much — there is room to wander, new smells to explore, and other dogs to chase.