My weekend was exciting, but the sort of exciting you’re glad to be done with.
I shall explain.
The good part was looking after Allison‘s cat, who is awesome and likes my husband much more than she likes me (this is generally the case). We hung out with her and watched Allison’s cable television, a real treat. Our TV is for movies only, as it is not equipped with a digital converter, and we have no cable. It is marvelous. I get lots more done this way.
The not-so-good part was the excitement preceding our takeout Thai and cable TV fest. Before we left the house, no, right as we were gearing up to leave, we heard a honking, then a screaming, then a big crash, and looked out the window to see the telephone pole across the street sort of hanging from the wires it was previously supporting, and a white SUV sitting in the middle of the park. Hm. So I called 911, and explained it, and then called Georgia Power, and then a couple of fire trucks came and blocked off the street, so we sat around for a while, watching the fracas. One girl wandered down the street, then thought better of it and came back, and the other (both were teenagers, the most skilled age group for causing spectacular accidents) was walking around shoeless, attempting to explain to her mother that no, she was not, in fact, drunk, nor had she been drinking.
It was a blast. Eventually the cops came and let us out of our driveway and we went on our way. Yesterday somebody came by and replaced the pole, and AT&T was out this morning to re-mount the phone lines. All with no loss of power in our house! Sweet.
Yesterday I felt poopy, but I finished a big craft project and then Jennie came over for an impromptu dinner and strawberry-gorging (what else do you call stuffing yourself with strawberries and whipped cream? oh, okay – strawberry and whipped cream gorging), and then I watched Mistress of Spices, which was enjoyable but not completely satisfying. I give it a solid “meh” for content. It could have been really good, but was only okay.
I have knit nothing for two weeks. I carry the socks around with me, but I also carry my spinning, which is progressing much more quickly. I am attempting to order dyestuffs, but I don’t know how much to order so I’ve emailed Griffyn Dye Works, and am waiting on a reply, hopefully before it’s too late to order (if I don’t hear something by this evening, I’m just going to guess and hope for the best). The big dye experiment is Sunday, and I’m nervous already. Eek.