Stuff Everywhere

I have one of these now

My eyes are way uneven, and that is unquestionably a porcine nose.  I was afraid Tap would freak out when he saw me in it.  He didn't look twice.

Otherwise, I have gotten myself into well, a lot.

The lion on the back of the front door speaks for us all.  The big box is seating for the back porch.  It took me forever to find something I liked.  Fingers crossed that it works.  Next will be rugs.  They've been as elusive as appropriate seating.  Then, if space permits, an end table.  And a lamp.  It just goes on and on.

Thunderstorms rolling through right now.  One of the best things about the porch is sitting and watching it rain.  It's still hot during the day, which provides nothing interesting to watch.

Almost done with the second sock.  Stay tuned.

 

What Happened There?

I thought I had published this already.  Last night was weird, though.  I'd get really sleepy, I'd go to bed thinking that was it for the night, sleep two hours, then pop back awake.  This went on all night.  Aggravating.  Not restful.  Dotted throughout with super, SUPER oddball dreams.  

Sandpiper babies are just the cutest, don't you agree?  Plus, they're full of personality.  If you haven't yet watch the Pixar short "Piper."  It will be six of the best minutes you'll ever spend.

Several of my air plants are pupping, so I've gotten little, bitty containers for them.  This one caught my eye for one reason: the hands.

It's elegant and flow-y.  Then, something else caught my eye.

The fingers.  There aren't enough, and that one is just. . . wrong.  If any pups make it to this, it will have to be turned just so.

The Emmy nominations came out today.  You go, "Pitt" girls!!  Four of my favorites from the first time I ever saw them also nominated: Stephen Root, Dale Dickey, Richard Jenkins, and Laurie Metcalf.  All of them genuine, true actors.  If I hear that any of them are in something, I want to see it.  Root most especially.

Interesting things tomorrow.  Wait patiently.

Problem Solved?

 Blogger has either changed its layout scheme, or I hit a button inadvertently, 'cause everything is different here now.  I will plow ahead, though, in the spirit of the intrepid knitting blogger.

Who's not knitting very much just now.

BUT, I have been buying cheap, cheap tape measures, and putting them in one place.

I'll probably put some string lights in there, too, to make it cute.  You can never have too many string lights.  Hopefully, I now have too many tape measures.

Look!

 I do not travel by air often.  The next time,though, I hope I remember to grab one of Briton's many, many dinosaurs to stage something like this:

A good deal of my time today was spent rearranging Equine Alley.  I've gotten enough prints that space needed to be used more effectively.  Truth be told, I might be running out of room.  (Don't tell Temu or Great Big Canvas or Amazon or Art.com.) 

Growing up, the "rule" for Halloween was that you couldn't start trick-or-treating until it was dark.  Unsurprisingly, we all tried to talk our parents into seeing that it was, really and truly, "dark enough " to go.  People with fireworks here tonight started when it was much too light.  There's no way you could see those.  The upside, though, is that maybe they'll run through a lot of their stock early and the noise won't last too long.

Hold Your Fire. Please.

Some of us, we'll call us "sane" for classification purposes, have no interest whatsoever in going out tomorrow.  Working up a sweat just getting into a car is not a presager for a fun day.  When "Where is that handheld fan of mine?" overrides every other concern of the day, stay home.  We can cook ourselves hot dogs (without burning them, thankyouverymuch) and/or burgers in air conditioned kitchens.

Oh, and some of us will use sliced bread in place of actual buns, because we were told it's not going to taste any different than buns we would be wasting money on.  (They tasted VERY different.)

Last night, about 10:20, Tap woke me up barking at what I thought for just that split-second were gunshots.  (I've been told that you will know when you hear gunfire.  There's no mistaking it for fireworks.)  At any rate, someone ultra-near this house set off a fusillade of fireworks.  Dude.  Glad they work and all, but NOW?  And then came round after round after round of what I'll call mortar fire.  Dear lord, it was loud, and it just kept going.  How the people inside the houses next to him stood it, I do not know.

Crashes

 In the middle of last night, a big crash woke me (and Tap) up.  My first thought was that someone in Equine Alley had come unmoored.  It was, however, this, from a  bedroom wall.

Still equine, I realize, but in a much, much heavier frame than anything in the hall.  It somehow managed not to damage the antique phonograph from Dale's parents that it hangs over.  It also didn't nick the frame or break the glass.  I doubled up the nails when I re-hung it.

Every Heat Advisory Day this week has been forecast to have a Severe Thunderstorm Night following it, but nothing yet.  It, if it comes, may be a rain that just makes the days more humid, instead of cooler.  Are any of you getting relief?

Heat

 It's hot here, I'm sure it's hot where you are, and July has only begun.  I try not to have the air conditioning churning constantly, so Tap gives me the cues.  When he goes over and lies down in front of an air vent, the A/C needs to be turned on, or its setting taken down.  

It's our own little system, and it works okay for us.

How 'Bout You?

These type lists usually fascinate me.  (Some of them turn out to be the equivalent of roadside tourist traps.)  Here are two things from today's feed:

Do you think he sang along with the "bahm-bahm-bahms"?

This is astonishing.  The next time someone asks what a light year is, this should be the new answer.

Pictures

It's been a while since we visited Equine Alley.  The newest addition is this little fellow:

How cute, huh?

A rainy afternoon, which sent me to my desk on the back porch to color.

None of those adult coloring books for me.  (Though I do have one on standby for practicing finer motor skills.)  Familiar "rough" paper and big spaces to fill in, thank you.

Families

 My son took my daughter to see Rhys Darby last weekend as a birthday gift.  And wouldn't you know, they ran into friends.

I didn't even know Darby did stand-up.  Apparently, they enjoyed the show.

Very much a nothing day here.  Thursday's the day I water the plants, so there's that.  I'm having trouble hooking into the book I'm reading.

It may be the writing style (or lack thereof?)  I am at the chapter about the Bell Witch, so as a Tennessean I should be happy or proud or demanding a  Netflix special or something.  I'm just reading, though.

Take a Look

Still on the couch thing.  This is my heartwarmingest yet.

I love the whole thing.  The print, the framing, the lamplight...  Galileo thermometer, framed Calvin and Hobbes strips, my father's cane/walking stick collection.  It's just over my right shoulder, and it will be glanced out often, I'm sure.

Not a whole lot else going on.  Yesterday, I baked a loaf of crusty honey bread that is SO good.  What is it about crunchy crust bread?  So delicious.

This came across my Instagram feed, and seems like the kind of project you could figure out without a pattern.

Do you agree?