My Sunday started with my not-so-small-anymore boy frantically shaking me awake and telling me he saw somebody run over the neighbor's dog in front of our house. Sho'nuff, the poor mini-Daschund is dead, squashed flat by some bubba in a "big huge honking truck, mom, and I saw part of the license plate!".
*sigh*
So I had to throw on a robe and knock on the neighbor's door before
0700 to deliver this bad news. "Good morning Carlos! My son woke me up to tell me he saw somebody flatten your dog! Have a nice day!" Which is not really what I said, but at that time of the morning on a Sunday anybody knocking on one's door can only be delivering bad news. I'm irritated with my neighbor more than anything - his back yard is as big as mine and escape-proof; there was no reason for his dog to be loose in front. I suppose he let the dog out to do her business when he went for his paper and hadn't yet called her in.
In other news the sweater is 99% finished. I tore out the neckband last night and I'm trying to figure out how to preserve the saddles without raising the front of the neck so much that I feel as if I'm choking. Short rows to the rescue, I suppose.
Zeilinger's (a wool processor, for those of you who don't spin or who aren't in the U.S.) sent back my wool on Friday, ready to spin and smelling like a salad bowl. Methinks they've changed their spinning oil recipe to something a bit more organic, as other stuff I've had from them didn't smell like salad but smelled more like my Grampa's filling station service bay :) Once I have the sweater neck overhauled I'll be pulling out my wheel.
I caught the 2nd and 3rd periods of yesterday's women's hocky U.S. v. Suisse. Those poor Swissies didn't have a chance, I'm afraid. I have my "spare" VCR set to tape the block tomorrow afternoon during which NBC claims curling will be televised. I don't know what it is about that sport that I find so fascinating, but fascinating it is. Shuffleboard meets bowling meets chess? At any rate.
Laundry is working, breakfast is served and cleaned up, and I'm going to make another coffee and get after that neckline!
Oh. I'm seeing the orthopod again tomorrow. He keeps putting me off WRT surgery to fix my thumb/wrist/elbow. I'm beginning to think he just wants my insurance copays :P
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