We got a bit of wind, but nothing severe, and hardly any rain. I had 1 3/4 inches in my rain guage when I got home from work. So, after all the buildup, he was a bit of a let down. Heck, I can't even get his name right. I keep wanting to call him Gordon. I'm bit bummed that I didn't get to use my new camp stove, which arrived today, because the electricity didn't go out.
I guess the cookies I left out for Jim Cantore worked.
I very briefly considered calling in sick this morning -- no point in trying for perfect attendance when we don't get a bonus for it any more -- just to watch the storm come through, but I told myself not to be stupid. I can't really afford to blow a day's pay just for the weather, and they are predicting a busy season. There will be other storms, so up I got and to work I went, where I spent the entire day wishing I'd stayed home. Every time the shipping doors opened, I could see the wind blowing the trees outside, and I so wanted to be out there in it. Alas, by the time I got off, it was all but over. Even now, the wind has switched back to the West, and I'm in a funk.
I am my father's daughter, after all, and he was the original weatherholic.
OK, then, moving right along. Back in the day, I'd made up these little headline things to put into my blog when I was ready to change the subject. That way, you, Gentle Reader, didn't have to endure a jarring change of subject, or suffer through tiresome and repetitive segues. Because I totally can't come up with an original segue. I thought I'd bring them back for a while, just to see what you think. The headlines, not the segues. Let me know, OK? And as promised, here is the first one:
Get it? It's a play on the spelling of knitting, and the word news...clever huh? OK, never mind. In knitting knews...heh, snuck that one in on you, didn't I? OK, OK, I'll stop.
I finished a hat.
I've got a bit of yarn left over, and am debating whether it's enough to make a decent sized pom pom. I've already cast on another hat, but haven't even done enough to show you. I can't even tell you what yarn it is, because I don't know. It's a random ball I found in the back of the yarn closet. I only hope it's enough for a hat. I'm not completely sure. We call it yarn chicken, and it's why knitting is such an adventure. Among other things...
Abrubt change of subject...I bought this little trellis a few years ago, thinking it was a much bigger trellis.
The plan was to train some English Ivy to grow up and make a nice little shady spot for my gardenia, which, according to the plant tag, doesn't like afternoon sun. However, the English Ivy didn't work out, and I taped a black garbage bag to it.
I was out in the back yard yesterday doing some storm prep when I thought, "Hey, I could train that Virginia Creeper to grow up onto it." I carefully detatched the vine from the brick and wrapped it through the trellis. I wrapped some of the ones creeping along the ground onto it as well. Hopefully, it'll survive.
Whelp, that's about it for today, as it's almost bedtime, and I still need to practice my piano. I thought when they put us back to 8 hour shifts, I'd have so much more time to do stuff. I thought wrong. I really need to reduce my presence on Facebook, and not just because it's a time suck.
I need to stay off to maintain my sanity. If y'all need me, I'll be here, on the blog.
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