Payback...

I don't care what anyone says. My truck is, in fact, sentient and is planning to drive me utterly mad rather than just to and from work like it is supposed to. The good news is that it has finally decided to turn off the battery light. It has accepted the fact that I am not going to address this behavior any further than I already have.

The bad news is that it rained.

And we all know how this delicate piece of steel feels about being wet. It has never forgiven me for not selling my condo and purchasing it a heated garage. It does not care for the elements and rain brings out its diva-like qualities to the highest degree imaginable. Once the poor little thing gets a little of the precipitation on its oh-so-sensitive surfaces, it reacts with immediate hysteria and the flashing of the engine light. And the bucking and shaking. It's nothing more than a tantrum, really. But a giant pain in the hindquarters of a certain Sheep when she needs to be at the Maine Academic Decathlon bright and early on a Saturday morning to assist with scoring.

I put on my most grim "Mad Mommy" face and told my truculent truck to suck it up and get me where I needed to be. I've been fooled by this before. I will not be forced to a panic state yet again by a gross overreaction on the part of an engine. It is water. And, given that a vehicle does not require respiration of any type, drowning will not kill it. An irritated Sheep who has fallen victim to her truck's little ploys for attention one too many times, on the other hand....now that could be dangerous. The truck was convinced to put the rubber to the road and behave itself. In fact, when I drove home around 6:00 last night it was running like clockwork.

I'll get Poor Widdle Precious some dry gas to soak up the last of the water and she'll be fine. I actually meant to do that this morning when I went to the grocery store for my weekly Getting Of The Things That I Forgot trip. But I forgot...it wasn't my fault. The bakery had just put out the black & white cookies. They were warm and as big as my face. You can see where I might get a little distracted. For the record, I bought two.

Enough of that...let's look at some yarn.

The fibers have dried and, while poorly skeined, are still looking mighty purty!

I guess this calls for a, "Tah-Dah!"

This is one of the larger skeins. Having convinced myself that I could just eyeball the fiber amounts while spinning and then learning that this is just not my "strength," I was left with somewhat uneven amounts on the bobbins. I gots big skeins, I gots little skeins...I have one cute little wee skein!

When you toss the unskeined yarn on the counter for an artsy-fartsy kinda shot, you can clearly see that I was less than consistent with the spinning. While I can live with it and love the yarn, I'm thinking that I may be just a bit out of practice here!

Still pretty, though...

For a freebie, this finished yarn is really quite a success. The wool was a gift from a co-worker who had no use for it. I rainbow dyed it with what I had on hand and am really quite pleased with the results. This is a very soft and silky fiber which took to the wheel quite happily. I haven't really decided what it wants to be when it grows up but, for the time being, am content to just gaze upon it and give it the occasional squeeze. It deserves the love. It behaved itself and did what it was supposed to do.

Maybe I will take a couple of the skeins to work with me tomorrow. They can sit in the truck for the day and perhaps model some better ways to earn Mommy's love.

SA