This is what I found out on the deck this morning when I went outside. Not sure what sex it is (Blogless Michelle? Chris?) though I hope it reproduces and spreads all over the area, as they're one of my favorite insects ever. It was sluggish, and so was I, with the weather this morning being overcast and in the low sixties. Fall has come, after days and days of torrential rains that have put Atlanta on the map. Our meadow, featured last week, became ever more flooded, and we discovered a wee leak in our roof, that hopefully, will be repaired under our roof warranty.
Lots of rain means lots of potential mud in our house, and Cricket's paws are testament to how much of his time is spent outside, holding canine smackdowns in the gladiatorial arena that is our backyard, complete with dirt floor. We keep towels by the door, and wipe paws off before they come in, but some mud gets in, anyway, and our carpet is taking on a nice patina of grunge. Hopefully it will spur us to replace it with the dreamed-of hickory flooring, sometime after the kitchen re-do.
I started knitting the Monkey sock a while back ago, in the yarn that my co-blogger DisKnit sent me. It is a good match for our surroundings. A little pooling of the colors, but in a good way. The Monkey is a rather addictive knit, even though I'm no sock knitter. I might actually finish these!
While we're on the subject of knitting, I may as well confess that I'm having some issues with PinkAriann. I've made some ugly, uncentered buttonholes, and inserted some un-called-for decreases adjacent to the buttonband. Then, when I clumsily tried to add back in the missing stitches, with my favored kfb increase, more ugliness ensued. In a less shocking color, in a different part of the sweater, you know me; I'd leave it. I'm notorious for just making errors and following the rule of "It Won't Be Noticed From the Back of a Galloping Horse" which kinda just slides right over the fact that I haven't ridden a horse in 20 years. Nevertheless, I can't take this full-frontal ugliness, so it's being frogged back to just before the buttonholes and I'll proceed from there. I'm gonna proceed with knitting the sleeves, while the frogged ugliness marinates, on the theory that if I finish 2 sleeves, I'll cheerfully repair the body. It IS an enjoyable knit, which is why, no doubt, I soldiered on cheerfully, leaving mistakes in, willy nilly.
This past weekend, P and I endured a 2 hour drive, in a dark downpour to go to Athens, to see The Decemberists, which was a big thrill. I've been a fan of their epic storysongs for a few years, and they have a crazy new album, "The Hazards of Love" that they performed, as a sort of rock opera, in its entirety at the show. Great fun, gorgeous atmospherics, courtesy of a simple backdrop, a smoke machine and lots of good lighting. I'm really happy about the plentitude of musical offerings in Atlanta. Yayness.
5 comments:
Love da Monkey sock.. it's really a great woodsy photo, too.
I bet the fall colors there are fabulous!
Nope, no clue on the sex of your bug du jour, though it's a cutie. Much better than nasty house roaches, which, you'll be pleased to know, are somewhat under "control" here, now that summer has seemingly passed. That Monkey sock is gorgeous! Love the colors on it. Sorry for being such a slacker on the Ariann KAL...
I think I've been subjected to comments on the wonders of Athens for music since 1986 when the Indigo Girls came north, slept with my friends, and told us everything was real there. I believe them, but I am more inclined to go back further in history for cultish belief or forward for up and coming performers. All of this leave me very dependent on the kindness of strangers. So do tell! Where do you find new performers?? A college acquaintance introduced me to FeedBlitz which I have found intriguing, but since I don't actually read all the time, I cannot fully endorse.
I rely on my hipster husband, who consumes music with a vengeance, and feeds me new artists steadily. I'm happy to pass ideas on to you, should you like to experiment.
Current loves: Vampire Weekend (admittedly, a shallow little record, but oh the sound of it!), MIA, and of course The Decemberists. None of it all that folky, but pleasurable, nonetheless.
I SAW ONE OF THOSE ON THE SIDEWALK ON MY WAY TO WORK FRIDAY IT TOO WAS SLUGGISH.
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