I Am Farmer, Hear Me Roar!
I am So. Happy.
So. Happy.
SoHappySoHappySoHappySoHappy--LA!
It could be that I am coming out of a nasty three day migraine cycle. Or it could be that the sun is shining. Or it could be that my husband fixed our computer problems because he so totally rocks like that. (As an aside, our wireless network was named after Scout. I told Coop that he should really change its name or we'd be cursed forever, Scout not being the SHARPEST knife in the drawer, if you know what I mean. Sure enough, in order to make our new router work properly with XP, all he had to do was to change the name of the network. Is that hilarious or what?)
Or my happiness could be that I managed to locate enough yarn to finish Lin's socks and it should be arriving tomorrow.
I ran out of yarn right about the toe decreases and I tried to fudge and use a fingering weight yarn, which is way thinner than the sport weight I've been using. I tried it on Lin and she said, "Oh, no, no, no." Because she GETS the whole hand-knitted sock thing, you know? She's as invested as I am in the perfection of these socks. If she wanted half-arse socks, she could buy those at Wal-Mart, you know what I'm saying?
No, my socks have to be made to fit her feet perfectly because every time she wears them, I want her to feel like she's getting a hug from me. (Okay, so hugging her feet sounds a bit strange but just...well, work with me, people.)
She totally gets the intent without me having to explain the whole thing to her and THIS, my friends, explains our friendship better than anything else. We are on the same page. Yes, she is moving, but the great thing is that we'll still be on the same page when she's in a different state. Distance does not change the page. The Page Remains the Same.
And she's not even a knitter. (Yet.) (HAH!)
But back to my happi-happi-happi ness-ness-ness -- because I know you're just on the edges of your seats there, aren't you?
DUDES, LOOK AT THIS!!! (Sorry, I didn't mean to shout but I am Just. So. Excited.)
Okay, okay, wait. Deep breath. Remember THIS?
LOOK AT THIS!!!
LOOK AT THIS!!!
LOOK AT THIS!!!
THIS!!
And remember THIS?
LOOK AT THIS!
And this!
And this!
I took Jane outside to see and she said, "I'm so happy I feel like BREAK DANCING."
Yeah, what she said!
(As always, you can click on the pictures if you'd like to see the results of my most awesome gardening in larger detail.)
So. Happy.
SoHappySoHappySoHappySoHappy--LA!
It could be that I am coming out of a nasty three day migraine cycle. Or it could be that the sun is shining. Or it could be that my husband fixed our computer problems because he so totally rocks like that. (As an aside, our wireless network was named after Scout. I told Coop that he should really change its name or we'd be cursed forever, Scout not being the SHARPEST knife in the drawer, if you know what I mean. Sure enough, in order to make our new router work properly with XP, all he had to do was to change the name of the network. Is that hilarious or what?)
Or my happiness could be that I managed to locate enough yarn to finish Lin's socks and it should be arriving tomorrow.
I ran out of yarn right about the toe decreases and I tried to fudge and use a fingering weight yarn, which is way thinner than the sport weight I've been using. I tried it on Lin and she said, "Oh, no, no, no." Because she GETS the whole hand-knitted sock thing, you know? She's as invested as I am in the perfection of these socks. If she wanted half-arse socks, she could buy those at Wal-Mart, you know what I'm saying?
No, my socks have to be made to fit her feet perfectly because every time she wears them, I want her to feel like she's getting a hug from me. (Okay, so hugging her feet sounds a bit strange but just...well, work with me, people.) She totally gets the intent without me having to explain the whole thing to her and THIS, my friends, explains our friendship better than anything else. We are on the same page. Yes, she is moving, but the great thing is that we'll still be on the same page when she's in a different state. Distance does not change the page. The Page Remains the Same.
And she's not even a knitter. (Yet.) (HAH!)
But back to my happi-happi-happi ness-ness-ness -- because I know you're just on the edges of your seats there, aren't you?
DUDES, LOOK AT THIS!!! (Sorry, I didn't mean to shout but I am Just. So. Excited.)
Okay, okay, wait. Deep breath. Remember THIS?
LOOK AT THIS!!!
LOOK AT THIS!!!
LOOK AT THIS!!!
THIS!!
And remember THIS?
LOOK AT THIS!
And this!
And this!
I took Jane outside to see and she said, "I'm so happy I feel like BREAK DANCING."
Yeah, what she said!
(As always, you can click on the pictures if you'd like to see the results of my most awesome gardening in larger detail.)
Comments
Your kids crack me up.
And I wish I lived closer so I could steal some of your vegetables when you had a bumper crop later in the year! NOTHING tastes better than a home grown tomato!
(Free advice, and worth every penny: weeds like this climate, too. I was stunned by how much my first summer here with a garden. Mulch is your friend here.)
Did you get rain today, too? I was all set to water, and lo and behold, rain! Love it.
And your garden is great!
How'd the break dancing go?
I am so jealous of your garden, I have lots of garden bitterness right now. Can I live vicariously(I can't spell so just roll with it-K?) through your garden??
I still haven't braved the sock thing.....