You would think that the house would be quiet, being only the dog and myself. There are no radios, TVs or computers blaring. No thumping and bumbling around from teenagers. The faucets are all turned carefully off. CD 3 and last of Homeport has just finished.

The Siebenschläfer are running races in the one wall, across a section of the ceiling and down, somehow, inside the back of the living room built-ins. We had almost two years free of these monsters, but they are back. Partying hardy, the racket from their running feet is unbelievable. It is more than enough to set of the poor dog who is trying to track their location, and perhaps bark them to death.

Hasn’t worked so far, but we both are hopeful.

Her actual chance is success falls right around the same level as believing weather reports when they tell you “partly cloudy.” That trust can wind up you with a couple/three km hike in this liquid partly cloudy that chills you to the skin while soaking through your sandals and nice handknit socks.

Sockapalooza4

Five Rows of pattern on the one sock, three on the other – then it is on to toes.

Kauni

We are not looking at Kauni today. Nor thinking about Kauni. It has something to do with being exhausted and on autopilot when I first arrived home. I sat down and knit 10 rows. That just happens to be four (4) rows beyond where I needed to bind in the sleeve facing.

Tomorrow, I can face frogging those rows back in the morning before work.

Books

Dropping off three audio books and four hardbacks at the library today, somehow three books came home with me:
Turquoise Girl by Aimée & David Thurlo – the most recent Ella Clah
Spanish Dagger by Susan Wittig Albert – featuring China Bayles
& The Alton Gift which is a Marion Zimmer Bradley/Deborah J Ross collaboration set in Darkover.

I also picked up three Joan Aikens (the Felix series) and the Harry Potter from the Bookmart on Sunday, but none of the teens have had time to start any of them.

Koala arrived from Australia. Carefully packed against breakage. A gift from friends, all the nicer for being unexpected.

-Holly