knitting starts to invade your dreams. I had a dream the other night that I had closed off my sock toe when the foot was about 3 inches long. I hesitate to call it a nightmare because although it left me feeling rather unsettled, it is a far cry from the nightmares in which the ax murder is chasing you.
If you remember my Duhh moment a few weeks ago, I now have my sock book back and am furiously knitting away. The weather here has been crap since last week and it has been the perfect incentive to see if I can get the little devils done before they get put away for the summer. March was beautiful here, but April, so far, has sucked. In fact, yesterday was an extremely windy day, and half of the tree across the street was knocked down and came to rest on the phone and cable lines. The guys in the truck came to saw it down, and you would have thought that we has a three ring circus across the street from the excitement levels of the kids. It actually reminded me of the time that the city crew replaced the sidewalk in front of our house. I just set the kids up on chairs inside the front door and let them watch the show. It took about 4 days for the crew to do the whole sidewalk and the kids were riveted almost the whole time. What is it about small kids and big equipment?