Hey Melanie!

This one's for you.

More Stuff

Presented for your visual amusement : the interior of my new fridge. Yawn...Why do you suppose that the word "fridge" has a "d", yet "refrigerator" doesn't?
Moving right along.I ordered some cotton/lycra sock yarn from Greenwood Fiberworks,and while waiting for it to arrive, I ordered some more Chasing Rainbows cashmere/silk from Crown Mountain Farms, on Wednesday evening, 5/31.I immediately got an order confirmation from a real person, and a cheerful one at that. The fiber arrived Saturday morning with a handwritten note. Nothing like the personal touch.
The sock yarn arrived, and a swatch was begun. Not sure how to handle this stuff, it's soooo stretchy. I accomplished about an inch of the top of a sock, and one of the dogs decided it was a dangerous foe, and had to be munched up. The knitting gods work in mysterious ways. The ball of yarn is maturing on the shelf. Lovely color tho. It's time will come.

Things Could Be Worse

The spinning guild had a sit& spin/picnic today, at a member's country home, restored, historic, on the garden tour,etc. My weekend was planned around it.As I reached into the fridge for my chocolate pie, (I did the whipped cream by hand, with a whisk, and added the contents of a real vanilla bean, thank you very much), I noticed the light bulb was out. Better change it to make sure it's the bulb and not the fridge! Haha! Wiggled things, swore at them, Reikied them, checked the circuit breaker, checked the plug. Lifeless fridge. Tamping down the rising panic, I drove to the Sears Scratch and Dent Outlet (did I mention the car broke down last week?Sven needed a new alternator.) Bought a fridge for $300. I enjoy shopping as much as the next girl, but there is no thrill at all in buying a refrigerator. After stocking up on bags of ice, I returned home to wait for a phone call sometime in the next 48 hours, which will let me know generally when I might begin to expect delivery.
As I was installing large heavy pointy painfully cold ice bags in the old fridge, I heard something. A hum. The fridge had resurrected itself. But now it can't be trusted, so I did not cancel the new fridge. Fifteen years is a fair life expectancy for a refrigerator, right?
(Patients of the Week)

Name That Sheep

Can anyone tell me what breed of sheep this is? Every spring, one of my bosses (Olga)shears her one sheep, Rodeo, in a highly original style. I reap the fleece. Neither one of us knows what kind she is. Any guesses?
I was out at the farm today with a co-worker. I finally got to see Olga's husband's grandmother's walking wheel. Is this cool or what?
The things in the grass under the swings? Wild ducks that hang around because Olga feeds them.

Another FO...almost

Churning out those knitted creations, haha. A whirlwind I am. Of course, the latest was the carry-along project that I worked on in the car, in line, on break, you know the story, as the blanket was becoming itself. I'm always surprised when one of these things is actually finished. This is a Baby Yoda Sweater from Dogs Steal Yarn. There were 2 slight modifications: the row of stockinette was omitted when beginning the edging ( not paying attention ), and the edging was seed stitch instead of garter (because I love it so.) Not a big fan of sewing up, but it's so small it hardly mattered.

Isolation

Springtime, and parvo virus is in the air. The isolation ward at work has been busy, and I always volunteer for it, for the relative quiet. Sick puppies are pretty subdued. Healthy twenty-something girlygirls, on the other hand, can literally cause pain with their screeches and shrieks.
Oh, wait, I'm trying not to be judgmental this week. Darn.
It's also hot in isolation. You put on latex gloves, then plastic booties, then a stiff gown of unknown origin, then another pair of gloves. Then, ha ha! you try to change a catheter bandage.If you can do it without swearing or taping your fingers together, you get a prize.

Release the Hounds

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Two new greyhounds arrived from the Florida track this morning, at 5 am. The brindle male is Olen. The black female is Little Jem. We washed them. We had breakfast. It's 8 am now; I'm going to take a nap.

My House Smells Great

The rest of the lavender got whacked this weekend, early morning that's the best time, for intensity of fragrance as well as the feeling of I'm up before the neighbors and I'm listening to the music of the spheres.
Of course, I left some for the bees.