I have a HUGE shout-out today. I mean BIG.
Lisa in NJ (except now she’s in Austin near her sister) sent me the best and sweetest message that totally made my day. My weekend. My job as a big sister a little easier. She’s gonna store Bethany for a day or two when she cruises through Austin on her Grand Adventure, whenever that might be. She’s going to let her stay in the driveway (she even offered a bed, although Bethy might not be able to accept this – she loves her truck, I tell you that much) and I just know that she’ll email me to let me know that Beth’s all right, that she hasn’t lost weight, that she’s still all smiles and my darling little sis.
I try not to let Beth know that I worry. (But I do. Just a leetle.)
And the weird part of it is this – that it’s not weird that Lisa would offer this. Other people won’t understand, but YOU, dear reader, do. This is not a creepy webring we’re part of. Knitters ROCK! Lisa’s my friend. Not my online acquaintance, not a stranger who has ADORABLE doggies, but a pal of mine that I’d love my sister to meet.
Lisa’s the best. Go tell her so for me, k?
And another shout-out to Greta, who sent good landlord vibes yesterday while I was waiting for him. Dude, he never showed up. Not before I had to work anyway. I may go another two years without ever meeting him. That’s just fine. Long as he doesn’t raise the rent and my toilet keeps flushing, I’m a happy girl. (Aside – just talked to neighbor in apt next door – no rent raise! Whoo hoo! Go, Greta!)
And now for the oddball section of today’s post: When I got to work last night (another twelve hour, and tonight I’m working another fourteen….), all the lines were lit up. I knew something had happened. Yup. Earthquake. Just a 3.9, but it was a jolt, apparently. I wouldn’t know, I had been on the freeway and hadn’t felt it. But it was centered somewhere right under my house, and I had predicted yet another one!
I know it sounds stupid, I’m the first to admit it, but I’m totally sick before earthquakes, anywhere from 20 minutes to twelve hours beforehand. I had told a couple of people at work that morning, and I had written it down on a work log device that I had been feeling what I call “earthquake dizzy.” It’s silly, but I like to keep track. I’m normally pretty reliable. And the level of sickness usually matches the intensity of the shake. The bigger the shake, the more nauseous I am beforehand. This was a little uncomfortable nausea, and it was a little shake.
I’ve done a tiny bit of research on this, and I can’t find any info out there on other people who feel this way. There’s plenty out there on kooks who dream about earthquakes and have visions and hear voices before the shake. But I don’t do drugs, and I don’t believe my cats are reincarnated apostles. I just get a little funny, like animals do. Anybody ever heard of this? (Apparently all day at work yesterday before the shake, they were getting animals-running-loose-in-the-streets calls…. poor things….)
Oh, no, now Lisa’s gonna retract her offer. I swear I’m not (really) crazy.
Worked on LoTech last night – all the pieces are done, and I finished the button bands. Just have to sew it together now. Yippee! Then I can start on the Wave/Shell KnitAlong. Oh, and I ordered some Noro Kureyon from Rob and Matt after seeing Ginny’s fabulous BoogaJ bag. What a fun knit week!
Here’s a snap of part of a button band and one of Adah early this morning, looking out into the yard. Happy Weekend!
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