Not exciting in that sort of way.

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.

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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4 Responses to Not exciting in that sort of way.

  1. Lea says:

    I kind of felt the same way about the Mistress of Spices novel. Beautifully written, seemingly deep and mystical and at the end-no real content, pointless ending. Meh.

    I’m nervous about the dyeing too, but all we can do is screw up, right? I am really excited about it, though.

  2. marmadyth says:

    Did you take photos of the accident and subsequent mayhem? I love mayhem.

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