Elementary

With the nice weather people predicting a visit from The Hurricane That Used To Be Noel But Isn't Anymore, it seemed prudent to post a bit early today. I live about a mile away from that big, greyish, wet thing we like to call, "The Atlantic Ocean." Thus, high winds sometimes like to take away my electricity for short periods. It's an iffy prospect and you never know just what is going to disturb the delicate balance of wires and magic that makes it all happen. It's best to just be ready should the lights decide to go out.

I am also a Sheep who is ruled rather harshly by the ever-warring hemispheres of my brain known as Hysterical Mind and Rational Mind. (you've all met them...they take over the blog every now and again when I lose control of the thought processes) There is nothing Hysterical Mind likes better than a weather event. The elements put her squarely in her element. Rational Mind, the more practical of the two, is often heard to scoff at her while she happily prepares for the worst. But, she has been right on more occasions than I care to admit. Even Rational Mind has been grateful from time to time when her overreactions have led to our having well-placed flashlights and ready-to-eat snacks.

Hence, the three of us were up with the birdies this fine morning and in full Disaster Preparation Mode. This was not necessarily a bad thing since I had an appointment with The World's Greatest Stylist and Life Coach at 10:00. Getting out of bed is always a good first step towards being on time. We took out the trash, visited the gas station to fill up the truck and made it to the grocery store before the Ravaging Hordes stampeded in and snagged all the black and white cookies. From there, we were able to scoot on over to the Happy Hair Place just in time to make our appointment. I made the rather unfortunate error of telling my Stylist/Life Coach that I'd purchased a pre-cooked chicken for consumption in the event of power outages and almost had to give it to her since she then realized she had no food in her house. There was a brief negotiation that almost cost me my chicken. But, in the end, she settled for a large tip and the right to decide upon the length of my layers. It all worked out. She made another play for it as I was leaving, but I refused to tell her where I was parked so she couldn't steal it from the cooler bag in my truck. Both chicken and Sheep escaped intact.

As a reward for my chicken saving efforts, I ventured into the used bookstore for a little light reading material. There is nothing like a rainy day, well-coiffed tresses, a few good books and a light case of the sniffles for making staying close to hearth and home seem like a wonderful thing!

Hysterical Mind says:

"Bring it!!! We are ready for anything."

Why on earth I felt I needed "The Big Book Of Doll Making," I know not. But, it is The Big Book and it was only $4.99. Who knows? Maybe I'll suddenly be overcome with the need to make dolls should the power go out. If not, then I'll have a Big Book that will hold up all the other Little Books.

I doubt that there will be any dolls produced today, though. The urge to break out the wheel hit me something powerful last night. I suddenly found myself in the home stretch on bobbin #2 of The Sock Yarn That Ate The Summer.

It may look innocent. But it is a time-stealer. In all the best possible ways...

I had every intention of getting this yarn off the wheel well before school started. But it is a yarn that I really, really want to come out a in a very certain and specific way. I planned this project. I never plan projects. I dive in and let it be what it wants to be. I then tell everyone that this is what I intended from the get-go. You all know I'm fibbing. But, I appreciate your preserving this gentle fiction. It's good of you. ::Big Hugs All Around::

But, this one is different. When all is said and done, I'll give you the deets. Even if it doesn't come out quite right, I'll 'fess up to what I was aiming for. I can tell you at this point, though, that I have never, ever before in my life focused so hard on making something be what I want it to be.

Hence, the loooooong spinning time. I have many gifts. Many strengths. Many attributes of which I am proud. "Focus" isn't one of them.

However, with the disaster preparations out of the way courtesy of Hysterical Mind and the possibility of no TV or Internet looming, there is every reason to believe that I might have a few less distractions today. I might just be able to do what I need to do in order that this bobbin might make it off the wheel and head towards plying.

Unless, of course, The World's Greatest Stylist/Life Coach decides to stage an assault on my kitchen in a last ditch attempt at the chicken. That could prove distracting...

SA