WNBP

This evening's Wednesday Night Bullet Posting brought to you courtesy of my waterlogged noggin which is producing little save a subtle "swishing" sound. If anyone out there knows anything about brain surgery and would like to open up my cranium, remove the sponge that is my brain and wring it out like an old dishrag, that would be greatly appreciated. Meanwhile, here's your bullets for midweek:

*I could seriously use a bit of the sunshine. I normally don't mind a nice, rainy day for the napping and such. But this is getting ridiculous! Hysterical Mind has been looking up the symptoms of Rickets all day...

*Since prancing around in my bikini was not advisable today (for more reasons than the weather, I'm sad to say) I opted to spend a little more time with the super lamb laps and tussah silk blending.

*Since I am apparently now at an age where even the most sedate of activities like breathing and cranking a drum carder are capable of producing injury, the time spent with the aforementioned fiber was of the spinning variety rather than continued blending. My wrist was just a clickin' and a throbbin'. It's just a matter of time before I need a helper monkey, I'm sure of it.

*It's been a long time since I've done any challenging spinning. I've been working with some nice, well-prepared rovings with cooperatively long staple lengths. This blend is actually rather fun in that I really have to pay attention. The wispy lamb combined with with floaty tussah silk is sort of like spinning air and clouds. I have to really be watching to make sure I even have any left in my drafting hand! But, I have to admit, it is fun!

Lighter than air, I tellya!!!

*I made a little progress on the mate to my latest sock and even managed to match up the stripe pattern...I think. It is packed up for now, though, since it is going on a little field trip tomorrow. I need to run an "errand."

*Things are a bit hectic over at the dealership service center. One mechanic is on vacation and another is stuck in a flooded house. They are running a bit behind. Can you guess how I know what is going on at the dealership service center? C'mon...I'll bet you can! Just think about it for a minute.

Yeah. You got it. And I am not happy. Not happy at all. If you hear any loud bleating from the Saco, Maine area tomorrow morning that sounds suspiciously like a Sheep having a temper tantrum of epic proportions followed by the sound of mechanics making placating noises...well that'll be me.

Frankly, I'd just avoid the whole area if I were you.

SA