All God's children are not beautiful. Most of God's children are, in fact, barely presentable. - Fran Lebowitz
I'm feeling better today. Took a shower, washed my hair and put on clean clothes. I know this must sound routine for most of you, but for a depressive personality, doing these things is sometimes most remarkable. Recycled cans and cardboard and bought groceries - lots of good-for-me food and no beer. I exercised on the elliptical trainer and did some push mowing. (That used to be how I kept my squirrellish figure, before the shop and before Sweetie bought the lawn tractor.) (Before beer.)
So. I've been making steady progress on the pink shawl and with cooler, less humid temperatures, have been able to sit on the porch to knit. I love my porch. I love watching the bunnies play. Sometimes the cats play with the bunnies. Sometimes the dogs play with the cats. It's endlessly fascinating, like an aquarium. Okay, girl, FOCUS - you were writing about the shawl. Yes. Here is a close up along with the pattern and the last bits of the hot fuchsia. Like you can tell anything about it except it is pink. I'm up to about 320 stitches, meaning if it were laid out flat it would measure 27 inches square.
Are you impressed with my skill? My tenacity at keeping to a large project? My clean table?
Here is the wide shot. I ask you, how can two grown people create such clutter? And this is merely the kitchen table. I can assure you that the rest of the house is more of the same. No wonder I'm depressed.
Murgatroyd is doing well. She enjoys running around the yard with Percival. Percy likes it, too, I think. The back story as to why I was so taken with the Toeless Wonder is that one of the new babies, soon after he was born, got a piece of Kelly Bob's wool wrapped around his front leg. By the time I found him, the leg was a swollen, pink, sausage-looking mess. Crap. What to do with the little thing? The book says to cull (read KILL) the kit but if you know anything about me by now, you know that killing it was not an option. I left him alone for a week, dithering, then began massaging antibiotic ointment on it twice daily. Lo and behold! The foot is healing! Looks like one toenail is lost, but the pad of the foot is healthy pink and there is the slightest bit of white peachfuzz growing in. I am loathe to name babies when they are so young, but Hopalong, if he makes it, would be good.