Posts tagged Not Knitting
What’s the next number in this sequence?
Two points if you can get it without google.
p.s. The photo and the question have nothing to do with each other.
Here’s all the update I can think of with respect to Sam*
1. The Contest ends next week. (That means that Diane, Liz, Linda, Bekah and Barb have all ready lost.)
x He is really fun to watch romp in the woods. He has an awareness, self-awareness, that there’s a log or a ledge that he hasn’t been able to “do” (jump over or high enough) before. And he’ll wait for everyone to leave or give him space, then he’ll line up to attempt it. He ducks his head and stares at the obstacle. Then he flies through the air. When he gets it, he’ll give a little leap and a spin and looks at me (probably because I’m cheering for him) and then he takes off to romp again.**
xToday, he ran 8 miles (plus). He’ll be 6 months old tomorrow.
He’s learning to catch treats and he can almost get onto the bed by himself.
He squeaks when he yawns. He barks at the neighbors.
**When he misses, he’ll usually try one or two more times. Deliberately, lining himself up for his the trick, waiting for no interference. But after a few tries, I can see him get tired. He’ll pick himself up, give his body a shake, and go off to play some more. I am unable to catalog all the places/logs/ledges/gullies he thinks he should be capable of flying over/on. I just see it when he’s trying a new trick.
Summer is over.***
For some people, it’s the start of school (which should be in the fine New England tradition of after Labor Day. The August 20 start is just weird.)
For others, it is Labor Day itself which signifies the End of Summer.
I know I haven’t been posting much lately, so here’s a few pix to make up for lack of frequency.
*** Also, today is one year from the onset of my Month of Chaos. Here’s hoping I’m coming out of my recent funk.
p.s. Sam is almost 5 months old and he weighs 40 pounds.
There is no joy in Mudville – little Sammie has grown out
And Ned is sitting on the toilet hoping someone will turn on the bathroom faucet for him. There is no toilet paper because Ned has not yet out-grown festooning the house with it. (He’s almost 4 years old; I’m not holding my breath. Toilet Paper is in the middle drawer facing you when you sit where you would need it.)
As I was going through the photos for yesterday, I thought (to myself) “Wow, Lucky is really going to have to get his game on if a wee 14 week old puppy can get Sam dirtier than a full grown year-old yellow lab.”
And Sam and Lucky went for their normal
walk romp in the woods.
I’m pretty sure Lucky is laughing at me.
Or empty the dishwasher. (Tough Choice!)
(A note on the contest:
a) not many entries, your chances of winning are good
b) I’m separating the pools – one for people who only see Sam on line and one for the
cheaters who see him in real life and are waiting to guess.
c) wrt Mom: I asked why she hadn’t guessed. She said it wasn’t fair; she could have a hat any time she asked. She’s right. Mom, if she guesses, will get a special prize.
d) I’ve no idea what that will be. Onward …
Sam has a new friend; her name is Geisha. Geisha is week younger than Sam and she will be an assistance dog* when she grows up.
This is Sam and Geisha’s first play date:
Geisha can’t go to work with her trainer-human till she’s 5 mo old, so she’s hanging out with Sam for a bit.
And they sleep. But I don’t have pictures of that. I’m exhausted too.
*I neglected to check anonymity issues with the human so this is all I can tell you at the moment.
I have cracked my CaseMate Tank Case. /sigh
It has taken some extreme falls* but I’ve no idea what happened this time. Not clue.
I don’t have any new bruises. I don’t even remember dropping it.
Anybody know anyone who’ll let me do some product testing???
*In all probability, previous falls probably did it in. Previous falls which, by the way, have resulted in injury (bruises, scratches, sprains) to the human, not the phone.
While there are some things I can see knitting in this weather … tossing the stash for proper yarn is not an easy activity. (Open bin. Remove Ned from bin. Retrieve skein of yarn from Sam. Remove Ned from bin, retrieve skein of yarn from Sam …)
So I’ve been knitting whatever is handy. And small.
And tossing toys for the puppy. (Oh the hardship!)
And Dude wants Sam to be a Frisbee dog – he’s a natural at 11 weeks and in triple digit heat. He hasn’t quite got the whole flight trajectory thing down – he’s better with rolled toys – but it’s impressive.
And we looked at real Frisbees (6,183 on Amazon) and dog Frisbees (670 on Amazon) and soft Frisbees (243 on Amazon) and we don’t even know if he’ll be Frisbee dog. I’ve been looking at pet toys – and how to upcycle or make them. (i.e. cut slices into a tennis ball – load treats.) (Reason to DIY: a) it’s upcycling b) he’ll destroy them anyway c) he needs a bunch of different toys to stay away from the furniture. And the shoes. And the trashcans… d) because I can)
It slowly dawned on me to make/knit a Frisbee (2 on Amazon). (Those are crocheted.)
Reasons to use a soft one: a) it won’t hurt his wittle puppy teeth b) he can chew it c) I can wash it d)it won’t go too far (See young/flight trajectory issues above and it’s too hot to chase anything.) e) it fits in a pocket when he’s tired of catching or carrying it. (Some day, ask me to rant on the lack of useful pockets in women’s pants, o.k.?)
A wee bit of research yielded two patterns: here and here. (I read both and then winged it because I didn’t want to find a stitch marker to mark the beginning of row.) (If I move, Sam will move. If Sam moves, Ned will move. If Ned moves, Sam will chase Ned. If Sam chases Ned, Nickie will run away. If Nickie runs away, chaos ensues. And what was I looking for again?)
After seriously pissing off a momma eider,
After walks through the lava fields,
After the feeding pod of orca (right off the beach!)
Iceland gave us a rainbow too big and too close to fit in my camera frame: