Round up
The "more cat playtime" plan seems to be wearing out the cat, all that jumping and running and pouncing. Tangle's little pink nose goes red when he's over tired. He didn't even touch his food this morning (hell has now frozen over) which I filled between playtimes, he just lay by the toy waiting for me to come back. He did eat some cat food from my hand, but he was more concerned with the toy. It's a really simple thing, some stiff wire that wants to be in a circle shape with some twists of paper on it. They love it to bits. Kathryn A got it for us to train Quantum how to catch moths and get the hang of the three-dimensional two-paw pounce-catch. Tangle seemed a little more perky this morning.
Sehlat's socks are my lunchtime knitting project and I'm on the foot part of sock two, which refuses to get any longer. I knit four rounds and it's still the same size. I appear to be knitting a sock in another dimension, unrelated to this sock but occupying the same needles, and some other-dimensional knitter keeps picking up their sock and saying "I swear this thing grows every time I put it down." Sehlat has a shirt picked out to match the socks when they arrive, which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. For the record, it takes me a long time to make a pair of socks. A loooog time.
I'm also working on a scarf for my Dad for Christmas. The pattern is Rachel's freebie design, the Good Ole Cable Scarf. It's made using Cascade 220 (100% wool) in a colour close to Dulux Woodsmoke, his favourite colour for painting doors. Next time I think I'll do a garter stitch border. Picture to come when I dig the camera out, but suffice it to say that the scarf is brown. Would also love to do one in Rowan Cork like wot Rachel did. Continuing a slightly disturbing trend, orange Rowan Cork (called Delight for some reason) had a guest appearance in my dream recently. I have dreamed of yarn twice now, Rowan Felted Tweed (in the Herb colour) and now Cork. Send therapists.
The grass has almost shut down for the winter, and there was much rejoicing! I am an unmitigated failure as a gardener and winter is my favourite gardening season. All that ground frost and inches of snow makes everything look tidy and cared for. I can forget the yard till spring, barring the annual leaf collecting spree courtesy of the three monster cottonwoods some twerp planted when they built the house in 1910. They rain leaves in autumn and fuzz in spring. How charming.
And there's knitting morning tomorrow with Rox and the gals, followed by a picnic on the river and apple picking! I'm not taking the socks or the scarf to knit on, I'm taking the Eternal Sweater, doing the increases and starting the first pattern repeat.
Acres of moss stitch and cable later, I'll have the front done, then the last sleeve, then a seaming party, and then I can give it to Hubby in time for the tenth anniversary on August 5th 2005. That's the plan anyway. I need someone to hold me accountable to it with a big stick. Volunteers?