A Handsome Model

The life of Atticus...

Used as backdrop...

"...*sigh*..."

(Amazing product, especially if you're like me, and manage to cut the most difficult part of the hand to heal - a knuckle. And - if, like me - you keep repeatedly hitting it against something after it's closed and started to heal, well, it's pretty forgiving. You can get it wet, knit with it, and it doesn't leave a sticky trail like some bandages do.)

Anyway, back to Atticus.

A handsome model...

"Dark flatters my physique."

That would be the back of Dorset Down. The colour is a bit hard to photograph, but you can see the lovely flecks of the deep purple tweed. Dorset Down is Lorraine's latest offering from Twisted Traditions. It's a lattice cable design, and you would be able to see that had I been able to take a better picture. I may have to photograph it outside for you to make them out.

Gandalf ignores him. Mae runs away.

"Atticus is rambling about the "olden" days again..."

"I'm gonna pretend to be asleep."

And Malcolm still tries to nurse off of him. And makes biscuits.

"...*sigh*..."

"...*knead knead knead*..."

All of which means he's very much loved. And in demand. Even if Mae runs away, and Gandalf ignores him.

"I get the sense I'm being buttered up for something."

"What is it? I can't read it..."

It reads: Dear Atticus, It's time for your annual check up...

His appointment may be still a month or so away, but pre-planning, calisthenics and strength training start NOW. We'll be running through some "what-if" scenarios as well (such as - what if he pees on me before leaving the house?). Atticus does not go lightly.

"I wanna play the role of Atticus!"

Heh. My favourite time of year...

Just Stuff

I've decided I need a break. From Sapporo, that is. Although I don't think I'll end up quite as nauseated with my Dale as Lorraine was with hers, I do feel that if I don't take a break from Sapporo, I will end up beating myself about the head.

I'm not sure why. And no, this doesn't apply to Princess Line. It'll just take me...longer...to finish it up.

So, in need of something to keep me interested, and that will not keep me glued to a chart, I decided to give in, and start working on something new.

Behold a crappy picture...
...of a very lovely "Dorset Down". This is Lorraine's latest Twisted Traditions offering (although I don't see it up on her site)! I'm using Kilcarra of Donegal "Aran Tweed" in Purple. It doesn't look like much now, but it will. It's a thoroughly enjoyable pattern, and just what I need right now. Maximum results with minimum effort!

OK.

How long have I lived in this neighbourhood?? 12 years. And you know what? I never noticed (EVER) the shop in the middle in the picture above (that's from my camera phone, not bad...). Anyway. I was walking to the vet's office to pick up some meds for Malcolm (more on that later), in what had to be the worst weather so far this year (for me anyway - wind, cold and rain all mixed together. Fun!), when I happened to glance across the street. It's a yarn shop. Yes. A yarn shop. In my area. That I didn't know about - "The Wool Mill". And it's probably closer to me than "The Naked Sheep" is. Now, I don't think it's new, looked pretty established to me. But, how I didn't know it was there until now is beyond me. *hanging head in shame*

I didn't stop in because it was still early and closed. And the weather SUCKED. Walking home from the vet's office, I was walking into the wind, I was wet, cold, pissed off, and I had to pee. Therefore, I wasn't about to cross a busy street to find out it was still closed. Besides, I didn't have enough money on me. And usually "browsing" and "yarn shop" don't go together.

Anyhoo.

OK. So, the reason I was out on such an icky day.

"Geez, I'm really getting to know everyone at the vet's office by first name..."

Well, I probably wouldn't have ventured out otherwise.

I took Malcolm into the vet's office last week, because he'd been vomiting. Not such a big deal with cats normally, but he would vomit not once, but several times in a row. And it wasn't caused by hairballs either. It had happened before, and he had been sick 8 times in one evening. So, I packed him into the carrier, and had him checked out. The took some blood, amongst other things, and it came back that his white blood cell count was twice what it should be. They prescribed some antibiotics for him, so off I went to pick it up. It's in liquid form, and he's had 3 doses already. As have Atticus and Gandalf. I'm not sure how much is getting into him. I picked up some cat milk, so hopefully he'll take it that way, without getting too distracted by lint or poop.

You wouldn't know he was sick though. He's his usual kitten self - giving Gandalf his regular morning/afternoon/evening smack down, power-napping, and whining for his mid-morning snack.

"...lalalala...I'msocute...lalalalala...I'msocute..."

"...he never shuts up..."

It's been another one of those weeks at the gulag...I mean work. Whoops. I don't know what it is, but everyone seems to believe that their project is the most important one EVER EVER EVER! And they want it NOW NOW NOW! And it's not just me; there are 3 of us in my work group, and we're all working on saving the world as the Project Managers we're working with believe they are doing.

OK, I need some distraction.

Bridget tagged me! So here goes:

1. Where is your cell phone? Kitchen. I think...

2. Your hair? Curly
3. Your mother? Dead.
4. Your father? Yeah, don't ask.
5. Your favourite food? Potatoes (which is what Bridget said as well)
6. Your dream last night? Watched a Band of Brothers marathon on TV yesterday, so dreamed I was in the Ardennes forest. Uh huh...

7. Your favourite drink? Mmmm...coffee...

8. Your dream/goal? To have a home in the country.
9. What room are you in? Spare /computer/yarn room

10. Your hobby? Knitting and reading.

11. Your fear? Snakes

12. Where do you want to be in six years? See #8

13. Where were you last night? Home.

14. Something that you aren’t? Rich.

15. Muffins? No thank you, I'm good.

16. Wish list item? Dyson vacuum cleaner. I know. I aim high.
17. Where did you grow up? Mainly in Ottawa, Ontario, but I was born in Montreal.
18. Last thing you did? Tried to force feed Malcolm some antibiotics while trying to keep the vultures at bay.

19. What are you wearing? Jam jams.

20. Your TV? I love you, man.

21. Your pets? The Little Dudes - Atticus, 11; Mae, 10; Gandalf, 3; and Malcolm, 7 months.

22. Friends? Not a whole lot, but they are the best of the best.
23. Your life? Rocks.

24. Your mood? Pretty good. Thanks for asking.

25. Missing someone? Sure.

26, Vehicle? Um, does my Trek 7100 bike count?
27. Something you’re not wearing? Um...oh, socks!

28. Your favourite store? I don't really have one...oh wait! Canadian Tire! I love that place!

29. Your favourite colour? Blue

30. When was the last time you laughed? This morning, as Atticus whacked Malcolm on the tusch.
31. Last time you cried? Hmmm. Oh! Last week, watching a particularly sad episode of "Cold Case".
32. Your best friend? Joanne, for over 30 years.

33. One place that I go to over and over? The bathroom. Damn bladder...

34. One person who emails me regularly? Pfizer Sales Reps with AWESOME deals on ED drugs.

35. Favourite place to eat? In front of the TV. (What??! My house, my rules.)

"Why does it keep staring at me! It's creepy..."