Well, He Can’t Be Bored…
Well, he can’t possibly be bored. He wasn’t alone for more than an hour all day. He had a walk at lunchtime. He had people from the power company outside to bark at. He had me throw his soft-frisbee through the house (rolling on the floor, really) for a good 20 minutes just before dinner. He got a bite of birthday cupcake.
And yet, while Mom and I were watching TV tonight, he apparently decided to take out just about every toy he owns. The squeak toys. The chew toys. The rubber toys. And when he had played with all of those (especially the louder squeaky toys–especially during vital scenes during “Commander in Chief”) he started moving his pillow. He shook, dragged, pushed, and pulled it all the way across the room. Then he went back and picked out new toys to play with.
Now, really, he can’t be bored, can he? Just . . manic. This picture is the one I took after Mom and I kicked the bulk of the toys into the corner, so as to not be, you know, treacherous for ankle sprains, pratfalls, that kind of thing. But really, before we went in there tonight, there was maybe one toy out of the basket . . . now look! I can count 14 in the picture–not counting the ones around the corner of the chair, or right by my toe as I snapped the picture. Sheesh!
(You don’t suppose he has too many toys, do you? Nahhh… he does play with them!)
For knitting? I got the first inch or so done on my sleeves tonight–really, I did the cast on row, and about 6 rows to get them “started,” and then moved on to my sock. I turned the heel and got a little more than halfway through the gusset decreases . . . definite progress being made on that Jaywalker. Phew!
My copy of Vogue Knitting came today, too, and had a nice little blurb about Susan and Margene‘s “Give a Little” fundraiser for Katrina victims last Fall. (Page 20 or 22, I think–I lost count . . . why don’t magazines put numbers on every page??) There aren’t too many patterns I’m interested in–again–but what can you do? It’s still better than Knitters….
Today was my Dad’s birthday, and we think he had a pretty good day. He opted not to golf (he did yesterday), but I think he had an okay day. I hope so! He deserves it.
I took a picture yesterday of the sunrise as I drove to work–still misty in the valley, but a clearing sky as the sun came up over the hills . . . Pretty, huh, Sandy?
Oh. And Chappy’s finally tired now… Sleeping in his crate. Finally!







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