I called Confetti and talked about the fence situation with her. Confetti is my old neighbor; she moved out a few months ago, and lives in Makiki now. She had warned me about the contentious next-door neighbor the first week I lived here, and said that there'd been a history of neighborly infighting over driveway and lane parking access, fence issues on the other side and general discord. It seemed we could only live here so long without falling into it...of course Confetti, being as pagan as I am was supportive of my idea to smudge the borders of the property (and beyond) with sage. She said that in the years that she'd lived in the little rental up the hill, that she'd gone around muttering the affirmation "I have good relations with my neighbors, I am in harmony with all my neighbors." Meanwhile, we await the visit of the city inspector, who will calculate our fines and retroactive permit fees. Myke the handyman is coming to shorten the fence and hopefully it will all be water under the bridge soon. I told Ms. Anthropic (the neighbor) about the impending repairs and she started to whine again that she'd never have reported us to the city, had she known that we'd be fined and visited and suchlike. Ho-hum...maybe so, but I'm kinda over it all. Just want it to go away.
In happier news, knit night on Thursday was jolly good fun. We had a photo shoot of the completed Klaralunds, featuring Candsmom, myself and Acornbud rocking the 3 very different colorways of Silk Garden. It is freezing cold in the cafe where we knit, so the Klaralunds are not as outlandish as you'd think for August in Honolulu.
I am now knitting diligently away on the purple socks and alternately, on this little project, in some impulse purchase Cascade. I'm hoping by finishing these little projects, that some sort of great wave of knitting enthusiasm will wash over me again, so I can rise and tackle something more ambitious. Or finish the UFO's laying around.