Planting Along The Verge

The Monk sent some very good photos from Taiwan. This is one of my favorites. Nothing is too horrible to contemplate loading up on these motorcycles.

Chilly mornings and warm days have got me feeling discombobulated. That and having 2/3 home. She leaves a wake of debris wherever she goes, bosses me around mercilessly and makes my stomache ache with worry when she’s out and about.

And now the Dishwasher is sick.

Time to start knitting.

Saturday the local yarn shop, Ball & Skein, had a sale. She didn’t have any of her super fancy hand dyed hand spun $50 and up per hank yarns there, just the ordinary wools, cottons, silks and blends. All half price. It was a feeding frenzy. There were women there with tote bags that said “eat, sleep & knit” and they weren’t kidding. I could tell. They all had giant boxes full of yarn to purchase and the line wound around the room. There I stood with my one little bag behind a woman who casually threw down $950 for her yarn. Enough yarn for years and years of worry.