Running Out Of Options

It figures.  The one day that I do an appreciable amount of knitting and it has to be the day I spend it on the Invisibility Shaw.  I know, I know...  I can see you wincing and cringing.  You don't have to hide it.  I understand.  I have never before been so sick of four rows and have run out of interesting ways to photograph this thing.  I shall spare you further evidence of my imprisonment in a Knitting Time/Space Loop until the thing is either blocking or finished.  I'm not saying I won't keep mentioning it.  I'm just gonna give you a respite from the pictures.  

But, I'm running out of knitting-type blog fodder.  Project Monogamy is killing me.  I have always had difficulty with commitment.  There are any number of people out there who would be more than willing to sit down with you over a cup of coffee and share this fascinating aspect of my personality in an in-depth and, perhaps, less than flattering manner.  But I am making an effort here.

Heck, I even went so far as to download viewing material which might keep me glued to one spot long enough to actually make some progress in between having to get off the couch and move around a bit before the back locks up like a the Tin Man in high humidity.  Although why I suddenly felt that I was the sort of person who is a fan of Burn Notice, I know not.  But, apparently I am.  I downloaded the entire first season.  And that, my friends represents a true commitment.  If you consider my location and the speed of my DSL connection, you will come to appreciate my efforts.  An entire season takes A. Very. Long. Time. To. Download.  But it was really worth the effort.  I guess I am a the kind of person who is a fan of Burn Notice.  Who Knew?

But that still shawl-related and not going to make for the bloggy goodness I am trying to send your way.

So now there's the cat training.  Given her love of Greenies and her demands that I provide them every, single time I step into the kitchen, I felt that I was due for some reciprocity.  She should do something to earn them.  Nothing special.  Just a little trick or something.  It seemed only fair.  

Now, deciding to train the cat to do a trick is the sort of thing only a person desperate for blog material will do.  It is also the equivalent of getting up in the morning and spontaneously deciding that you are going to pursue a career in worm herding.  You gotta give someone props for trying something new.  But is isn't really going to work out.  The worms are going to squiggle and squirm in any direction they darned well please and it is highly likely that a few are going to get squished by the horse.  And the cat isn't going to do a trick because she also has her own ideas about the direction in which she wants to travel in this life.

To date, the best I've been able to do is to get her to walk in a circle.  This is something she was going to do anyway as she gets pretty excited at the thought of Greenies and will circle merrily as a way of sharing her joy.  But I have decided that it is in my best interest from a mental health standpoint to believe that I have "taught" her this trick and that I am a genius as an animal trainer.  

Meanwhile, The Big, Fluffy Kitty is a little dizzy from all the circling and is probably in danger of tossing up her Greenies because of the nausea.  This is what comes from a rainy day, lengthy download time and a commitment to one project no matter what the cost to one's better judgement.

My mom is kind of cute when she's delusional.  And I'm getting a lot of Greenies.  It's all working out from my perspective.

SA