Sheep Shots

Thursday night is My Alone Night (but please note, it is not My Lonely Night!) The Other Half is teaching and the Younger Kid is playing darts, and I am in my jammies, contemplating my pillow at 8 o'clock.

But first, some thoughts:

Stink bugs have invaded. In fact, they were first discovered 5 years ago about 15 miles (as the stink bug flies) from here. This winter, they have been unbearable with their nasty buzzing flight.

The garden guy (Mike McGrath) on NPR says they're harmless. Let them buzz around his head and lights and bounce off the inside of his windows! They aren't quite as bad at home as they are at work.

Putting stink bugs in an empty soda can is a worthless gesture. They crawl back out. Flushing them is not a waste of water!

Frozen grapes make a nice snack.

They are high in fiber, and natural fruit sugars and contribute to 5-a-day, and are a nifty way to use up those nasty ones that fall off the stem that no one wants to eat. Recipe: Take some grapes, preferably seedless. Wash them. Throw away any that are obviously moldy. Stick them in an old pie plate and put the pie plate in the freezer. Wait. Remove when frozen and eat.





Here's one of the dock doors at work. I still don't know why anyone wants a picture. But as long as I was taking them, I figured I'd take pictures of all of them and not crop them and send them all in one huge email file to the person who asked for them.

Dudes, when you've seen one, you've seen them all!

In Congress, they call that a filabuster. :snicker:




And, I guess it was a good thing that I had the camera along.

We had a delivery that had an amazing leak.

Twelve ounces of juice concentrate can do a lot of damage and make a lot of mess.


Evidence.








Some Olympic Knitting was accomplished tonight, but not nearly as much as I wanted. (I really expected to get the sleeve lice done. I'm about 2" short.)

Stranding on doublepoints is harder than on circs. I really have to make an effort to keep the tension loose enough to prevent puckering.









And some hat knitting happened, too.

Here's the thing. If a knitter confesses to knitting dangerously, say in a situation that could lead to bodily harm (we won't get into specifics right now, but they might involve exercise equipment, or moving motorcycles, for example), telling the knitter that it's dangerous and to stop it this instant and don't ever do it again is unlikely to end the particular dangerous behavior, but rather, drive it underground, if you get my drift.

And, after all, hats on circular needles are pretty mindless. It's not like a knitter can't concentrate on the other activity.

Call it multi-tasking.

And since I have been at this for a while (thank you, Blogger Photo Loader), and since there is dangerous activity (speaking) planned for tomorrow, this fearless knitter will head to bed. . .