Thursday, July 31, 2008

Waiting For The Lightening To Strike

Shhh...we're going to have to whisper.  I'm really sorry, but there is nothing else for it.  I can't afford to attract any attention right now.  If we all just sit here in the dark, keep the blackout shades in place and don't make any sudden movements, we should be fine.  

I'd like to show you my progress on the dishcloth I am currently knitting.  Look quickly but don't say anything.  For the love of all that is holy, just look.  Don't make a sound.

Here it is:


Dishcloth.  Don't argue.  That would involve making a sound and I believe I was rather clear about the rules on this matter.


Thanks for playing along.  You guys are champs, that's what you are.  I'm sort of at the point in the dishcloth knitting where I have to be a bit careful.  I honestly didn't think I'd get this far so I kind of didn't have a plan for how to dodge The Blog Sweater Curse which has hovered menacingly over my noggin like a dark, threatening storm cloud since November of 2005.  I don't even dare to call this project by its former name:  The Thing That Will Never Grow Up To Be A Sweater.  Once the Things We Shall Not Call Sleeves were attached, I found it harder and harder to lie to the dark forces.  It is very, very likely that I shall soon feel the sharp sting of a vicious smiting.  But, I'm forging ahead anyway.  If I can just keep plugging away at what is now called The Dishcloth, I might just make it to the finish line before bad things start to happen.

Mum's the word here, people.  Just hang in there with me for a little bit longer.  It'll either be finished or it will blow up in my face spectacularly.  Either way, it will be over and we can all breathe freely again.

Isn't it nice how I include you in my angst?  Self-centered?  Me?  Oh, I don't think so...

And this isn't the only lightening strike to hit today, I fear.  The summer of '08 will forever be remembered as the Summer Of The Never-Ending Storms.  They just keep a-comin' and a-comin'!  Today was no exception.  The clouds threatened all morning and, by late afternoon, the deluge was upon us.  It came with a healthy helping of thunder and lightening, followed by the National Weather Service's helpful broadcasts regarding what I should be doing now that the floods are upon us.  Roads in my area are closing and apparently I should not be attempting to ford any streams or rivers in the near future.  Which I wasn't really planning on doing, but now that I can't, I suddenly feel the urge to cross running water in the worst possible way.  It seems I could do that rather easily right now (albeit at my peril) simply by heading over to the next town where they get all the good flooding.  I do not get that here despite being mere minutes away.  

I'm not good with rules sometimes.  Mostly I am...but I just hate it when someone tells me I can't do something.  It makes me all defiant and stuff.  But, fear not.  I promise I'll just sit here and knit away on my dishcloth this evening and that I won't go out looking for any fast moving streams to navigate.

I'm needed here, anyway.  I can't be out crossing bodies of water like some modern day Magellan.  During last Thursday's scheduled thunder-boomer, I learned something new about my new roommate, The Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty.  It seems that he is wicked a-scairt of thunder.  Lightening isn't anything he would want to write home about either.  In fact, I made chicken again tonight and he never even peeked out of whatever hidey-hole in which he is currently huddled.  Poor baby.  Even the succulent scent of baked chicken wasn't enough to get him past his fears.  I'll give some extra Vita-Kitty treats tonight just to make everyone feel all better.



The AGK in happier times...like this morning before the heavens opened up and gave him the heebie-jeebies.


You may now all return to using your regular talking-type voices.  Just remember the new codes, 'kay.  The TTWNGUTBAS is now just a dishcloth.  Pass it on.  I'll let you know when radio silence is lifted.

SA

19 comments:

Jacqui said...

[pssht] over.
[pssht] the Dishcloth is looking fabu, what with only being a dishcloth and all.
[pssht] Elise and Mr. Head send condolences to AGK. they recommend puking on the most recently washed fabric to restore a sense of control. i recommend the AGK not listen to E & Mr. H.. they are bad influences...
[pssht] end transmission.
[pssht] over.

trek said...

I read the beginning of the post.

Then Number Guy went into the kitchen for a bowl of what he called *cake* - green, crispy, *cake* with Caesar *frosting*.

Apparently, we are living on the shores of the Great River, too, these days.

PS - I have been craving proper cake for almost a whole week now. I am feeling so virtuous I could just barf.

Yarnhog said...

Nice dishcloth!

Is it okay to cross water if you don't drive a Ford? (Okay, that was weak. It sounded funny in my head, though.)

Beth said...

Your dishcloth is looking really, really nice! It will come in handy while you're washing dishes. ;)

holly said...

That AGK just keeps getting cuter by the day! Yesterday's pic was THE best! That dishcloth is looking awesome!

kmkat said...

Nice dishcloth, ma'm. Good thing you don't knit sweaters. If you did you would have to come along with us across the flooding waters to the sweater jail. But dishcloths are cool. And safe. Have a good day, ma'm.

Kath said...

Dishcloths are good, very useful too!

Poor AGK - I bet BFK is feeling all worldly and superior right now!

Mel said...

So what *is* the deal with all this thunder & lightning this summer? David told me the very nice mail carrier lady who lives diagonally across the street from us had lightning strike her house this evening. He didn't say, but I'm betting that kind of set all of our kitties on edge, too.

Mia said...

that dishcloth is lookin' GOOD!

Teri S. said...

Wow, that's one durn pretty but absolutely gi-normous dishcloth (AGD)! I think AGDs with appendages will be far superior for the washing of dishes than regular dishcloths.

Carol said...

My dog was trying to jump through her own ass last night. running, panting and all that. It's like a weekly event this summer. Saometimes daily. I love the dishcloth. I hope is "scrubs" well when it's done.
Carol

Donna Lee said...

This last bout of storms missed us. We got all still and very humid but no rain, no thunder and no lightning. I waited for it all day because the sense of impending doom was all around. Nada. Or maybe it's just because we're predicted for more tomorrow. It has been a stormy summer. You've chosen good colors for the dishcloth. Very attractive in a dishcloth kind of way.

Alwen said...

What a beautiful dishcloth.

If you have the urge to cross the running water, I guess you're not a vampire, at least.

Anonymous said...

What a lovely dish cloth you are making! I sure hope it fits...ur uh.... washes nice?

;-)

beth (big geek)

Ronni said...

Nice dishcloth indeed! I like storms but my hubby and daughter are fighting for the spot under the bed when the thunder starts. I'm not sure how they're gonna cope with Texas...

mehitabel said...

Wonderful dishcloth! And the only kind I'll be knitting, thank you!

Please tell the AGK that he has company in his fears of the Power of Nature. When we had our earthquake this week, both of my boys hid out for a long long time. I can't say I blame them; I wanted to join them under the bed, but I knew I'd never get out of there if I did!

Jeanne said...

Dishcloths: The New Sw--er, Thing That Cannot Be Named. ;-) It's looking good!

My cats were having a discussion about AGK's Thunderitis and what he should do about it.

Ophelia: He should hide in the entertainment center by the speakers like I do. All that extra electricity provides a barrier to lightning.

Blue: Good grief, woman, AGK should take cover up in the guts of the La-Z-Boy recliner where it's safe (as long as nobody sits on it)!

Zander: [asleep] ...zzzz... zz—huh? What? Thunder? *yawn* What thunder? I don't hear any thunderrzzzzzz...

Tyler: PET ME! PET ME PET ME PET ME!!! PET ME NOW!!!

Jake: [!]

Jake? Oh, Jake? Here, kitty kitty... Hmm. He was here a minute ago. Anyway, we feel for ya, AGK! Don't worry. Thunder goes away.

Julie said...

My kitties don't seem to mind the storms so much, but me? I am very sick of them!

The dishcloth is looking very nice.

Karen said...

The *cough* dishcloth is coming along so nicely.