Eyes as big as saucers
Admittedly my memory is bedraggled and riddled with holes. And sometimes things that I try to remember are a bit sketchy. Some have even said my memory is selective but they're mostly lawyers so we don't have to worry about what they think. But anyway, in all my memory banks there is not trace of a recollection of rain in September. I'm not saying it hasn't happened, just that I don't remember it.
But we have it. Electrical storms are scary. We had apocalyptic thunder storms over night with, on at least one occasion, sheets of rain that pounded so hard that it woke me up. Not an easy task. Patrick was really worried. His eyes were as big as saucers as he tried to figure out what was happening. (When I was in second grade we read a story, most of which I don't remember, that had cats with eyes as big as saucers. I could not imagine what that would look like. Now I know.) I don't think I'll be walking to work today. Even though the storm is tapering off it's still projected to last for a while.
But about the knitting. I finished the red tabard that I've been working on for the last couple of weeks. I still think it's an absurd waste of yarn but Ann Mary seemes to think it's terrific. No picture yet. Maybe tomorrow, unless I forget my camera. I have a new project that's almost done, a very simple top that's worked in one of Trendsetter's new yarns, Fatigues. I should also have a picture of this tomorrow.
I spent almost the entire last two days working on the top so I could just get it out of the way and get back to some of my own projects. The holidays are coming and I have a lot to do. If I wait too long before I pick up a project I generally start something else instead. I can remember at least four pairs of socks that are in the works plus a scarf, well several of those, and a sweater for Dulaan that's about a third of the way done. I think I know what eyes as big as saucers feels like.