Mystery Romney, likely dyed by tangles and mud at one of our dye days last year. Spindle by Preston at JetsyKnits: www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5760766 As I’ve been spinning it, it’s gotten thinner and thinner. It started about sockweight and now it veers toward thread sometimes. We’ll see how that turns out. I’m certainly enjoying spinning it.
The local knitting guild is renting a bus to go to Stitches South, and my good friend Illiane (of emergency knitting kit fame) is going. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to serenade her all the way there with “99 bobbins of wool on the wall.” Wait, Illiane, I kid! Where are you going?
My daughter got back her report card, which has four A’s and one B. It is very gratifying to see that all her hard work, and the metric ton of money that we’ve shoveled into the furnace for tutoring, has paid off.
I finally did our taxes, and we’re getting a nice refund from Uncle Sam. Ice cream’s on me!
My husband and daughter are out of town this weekend. As much as I love them, I will enjoy having the freedom to slide around the house in my socks, Risky Business style.
It’s an absolutely beautiful day outside. The birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, and I’m going to get out in it later and stretch my legs and feel thankful.
I’m still a week behind, so here’s what happened last Tuesday! If you recall, we had defeated a goblin scouting party. Val the Elf lay dead after immolating himself and we were roughly 2/3 the way to the mine. We rolled Val up, burrito style, and proceeded to the mines to resurrect him at the shrine therein.
In the mines, we hear scuffling and get ready for our first butt-kicking of the night. We immediately find an ogre with its back to us chewing on a kobold.
Palin: We’ve got the element of surprise, at least.
Bentein: “Yeah, that’s always stood us in good stead before.”
