My mother's car had to go in to the shop today (which unfortunately means doing the stairs twice in a day, ugh). It also happened to coincide with the annual tree trimming, and I'm guessing the crew figured no one was in the building, because they had to move both the truck and some large branches so that I could get out.
Yes, we are in tree-trimming season around here, starting last week. Each property in our area takes between one and two days, and given that I'm talking about our property, the one to the right, the one to the left, the two behind us, and the two nearest across the street, it tends to be a couple of weeks of chain saws and wood chippers. Oh joy. Where's the headache medicine?
In (happier) knitting news, I mentioned a while back that I was
starting another Valente shawl, but I'm not sure when I last provided proof. I'm more than half done, and last night I decided to lay out the new one with the first one on top of it, for a size comparison (because the second one is slightly thicker yarn, sport instead of fingering)(for both versions, I cast on more stitches than the pattern called for, 107 instead of 92, to make it slightly larger).
I wanted it to be a bit bigger, and it is! I'm happy with it.
Finally, I don't think I'm allowed to post photos without including the prince, who recently has taken to sleeping
under the chairs on the lanai. Because the only thing more comfortable than tile is resting your head on metal.
Cats are such weirdos.
We're in road work season here which means detours and delays galore! Cats sure do enjoy strange positions.
ReplyDeleteAre some of those trees palms? We had a date palm cut down once and it took a crew of three three days to do because it's not normal wood, it's criss-crosses of what looked like strips of fibers that came right off and wrapped around their chainsaws. Hard, long work.
ReplyDeleteThey cut the saws off suddenly at one point and yelled for me. I came running, sure one had cut his leg off or something, but no: there had been a momma possum at the crown feasting on dates (we had no idea it was a date palm) and she.was.mad. They wanted me to get to see: she stomped across the yard with her babies clinging and climbing around on her, climbed the fence, checked out which yard at the four-way junction looked the most promising and dived thataway. It was a once-in-a-lifetime thing and those men knew it.
They did not tell me they thought it was GREAT! that they got to eat hearts of palm on their lunch break, nor that that's what that type of palm offers as a delicacy. A rare one, because you have to cut the whole tree down to get to it. Well there they go.
(Talking your ear off here.)