Cats on a Hot Tin Roof

The girls thought it would be fun to see whether Felix would be afraid of tin foil. Not only was he not afraid he thought it would be good place to sit awhile and take a bath. I'm guessing they thought he would dance or something.

He Really Does Earn His Keep or Working Together

You see, he really does work. I was not kidding when I said he did. Now you have proof. His title is "Manager".





































The Manager and the Boss:

cats on a hot tin roof or cat days of summer

You Can Pass Me the Checkbook

This has been a very eventful day and it's only 11:30. Mum called this AM. Aunt Ruth had passed away. Go here for a piece on her life. It's a very nice tribute to a wonderful woman.

While I was searching for my dental office's phone number, they called. I told them to cancel tomorrow's appointment. I'm too busy--but I said there was a death in the family. We have our web designer coming tomorrow any way and I wanted to get out of going to this dental office. They were/have been really pushy. And I don't like to be pushed around.

I'm planning on leaving in about 20 minutes to pick up Teege at the airport. He said he gets in "around one". So that's when I plan on being there. "Around one". (It's an hour away.)

We've had customers in this AM and they take up so much time and space.

We've had several long distance phone calls--nothing to do with Aunt Ruth. One was a suggestion about pricing in our catalogue $US vs. $CND. Another was a question for B. The other was about a fax machine that doesn't work properly. And B and I are trying to get an order together for Aristo.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to fill some internet orders for CTP (or at least, write them up), fax Jailgy a pattern for an afghan that she asked for, work on Da's pamphlet and one for B as well (formatting). Whew!

I usually make lists of "Things to do Today". This is my list.

The Great Yarn Robbery

Squares

Remember this? I finally got around to my mother's suggestion. As she finishes her knitting projects she uses her left over yarn to make woven squares. She then sews the squares together to make a blanket. Because they don't match, the blanket ends up looking like a patchwork quilt. Maybe a patchwork crazy quilt would be a better discription.

When we lived in Hawaii in the 50's and 60's we use to occupy our time with watching Mom endlessly weave on a tiny loom called a Weave-It. It wasn't til I grew older that I remembered those tiny looms that we had. It turns out there were quite a few lying around the house. Where there are now I really don't know. Perhaps Jaigy has one. She use to have at least two until I "stole" one. (I knew she really didn't need two. After all, she only has two hands, although sometimes it seems you need more than two hands when working on one of these things.) I suppose Mom was hoping that we would all get interested in the craft but, alas, none of us really did until we grew up and moved away. Since obtaining a loom I have woven enough squares to put together several blankets. All the squares for each blanket are made of the same yarn. But when I surveyed my growing stash of left over project yarn I remembered Mom's scrap woven blanket. She reminded me of it when she saw Felix playing with the "Monet" yarn. "That would make pretty squares," she said. I agree. So here we go. It will take a long time to finish the project (each square takes about 10-15 minutes to weave) and I still like to knit.

felix

I still can't figure out why his ear is green. Is he see-through today? And is the curtain see-through as well? Weird.

The Wrapper

H's birthday is this week. You'll never guess who has to help wrap the presents. I don't know why I even bother. He could probably do a better job than I can.

What About Me?

Felix found this "spare" left-over ball of yarn in my bedroom stash. It's the leftovers from jailgy's b-day present. Any yarn left out is fair game for him.

(I have stash all over the house. Anywhere there is a spare cubby. I really do draw the line at the freezer though.) He actually grabbed this in his mouth and took off down the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen. I guess he knows a good thing when he sees it.

Falling Asleep On The Job

felix on desk--he gets paid too

What Life is Made of

The air conditioner in our van broke while we were on holidays (Brit Speak). No problem since it wasn't too hot on the Oregon Coast. We took it in to the dealership yesterday-on probably the hottest day on record in BC It was close to 40 degrees Celsius ( about 100 F for those of you who don't convert). When we went to pick it up we turned it on. No go. Arrgh!
B.C. rarely gets hot so heat is one thing we cannot tolerate. To console ourselves we went to Starbucks where things didn't go so well there either. They charged LK $1.50 too much. They ran out of cafe con leche mix and couldn't make the coffee I asked for. They almost gave me two oat fudge bars when I only ordered one. (!) Poor Felix had to stay home and sweat it out on the couch.

Well, I brought back the van this AM and walked home. And now they just called with an update. Which usually means more money. And it did! Another $105!!! But that's another looong story. Very frustrating, to say the least. Another test of Christian graces displayed!!

Thought I would give you an update on the latest Wallaby. I'm a little further along than this because while we were at Aunt Ruth and Gran's visiting I was able to knit up a storm. The arms are now attached and the shoulders are shaping up. That means there are few mistakes. Notice I did not say there were no mistakes! At least they are not glaring enough for me to frog.

Aunt Ruth is not doing too well. She went in for a CT scan yesterday to find out why her arm is paining her so much. No info yet.