What we've been doing, in no particular order

Due to my lengthy hiatus, I can't tell you in any good order what is going on in our world. It is just going!

• Rudy had his two year check up. It's official. He's still the cutest pup at the vet. On the block. At Petco. 

• There are other parts of this country, before our recent amazing cold front, that not only have rain, but cooler temps. On a regular basis. They even wear jackets and sweaters. 

• Speaking of jackets and sweaters... Since it has dipped into the 80s here during the day, I know many people think it is COLD. It is not, folks. No real need for sweaters yet. I promise. You'll be fine. I don't get the coat sitings I've had. My body temp still hasn't lowered to normal from September!

• I do hope it stays on the cooler side with maybe even cooler temps coming. I'm knitting a great looking sweater. I don't want to have to travel to wear it.

• The For Sale sign is in our yard again. We tried to sell this place three years ago. Then Ike hit. Thent the housing crash hit. Now three years worth of accumulated junk later, we're going to give it a whirl again. 

• My daughter and her family are again living on this continent. Only a one hour time difference to mess with when calling. (They are in one of the places with cooler weather. 48 yesterday. With rain. Can you imagine. Yes....I'd give you permission to wear a coat.) I've made a visit already. I wore a sweater a couple of times. That was almost as great as hugging the necks and swatting the butts of those boys I've not seen since March. 
• But really, this is what we've been doing the most:

Who do you think was in charge: Bonnie or Clyde?

This is Hobbit. Hobbit has made her appearance here before. She is spending the week with us while her human mom and dad are off galavanting.

Hobbit is a mild mannered little lady whose tail wags in a circle. Remember? Although I haven't seen that circular wag too much this week. She's wagging, but it is hot and we're all a bit droopy.

The following pictures may be too much to bear. You might want to preview them before letting knitters or fiber artists in your family view them.

This is the scene of the Great Fiber Massacre:

It seems that during the wee hours of Tuesday morning, my fiber basket was attacked. Where was I? Sleeping. Cuddle Buns, under my direct orders, had let Hobbit out of her sleeping crate when he got up. I swear Rudy was still in bed with me. And Cuddle Buns was deeply involved in the morning news. Didn't he hear anything? Why, no. Of course not. 

Does he need a hearing aid? Yes. Yes he does. But that is for another post.

I wanted to blame Hobbit for this mess, which really only resulted in the destruction of one (although new) drop spindle. (I haven't gone all CSI and measured the teeth marks. Yet.)

I wanted to blame her, because Rudy has never, ever, done anything like that (except for that one shoe incident last July). I want to think that on any old given day my fiber is safe.

So....when I grilled spoke with Cuddle Buns after he had gone to work, I wanted him to tell me that our houseguest had gone a little nuts with the freedom. Had overstepped her boundaries as a house guest.

But no. 

It appears Hobbit had an accomplice. 

Maybe even an instigator.

Maybe was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I'm sorry, Hobbit, for blaming you. 

Hiding Out

Yes. We're still here. Just trying to stay cool and keeping a low profile.

All Kinds of Weirdness

This morning Rudy seemed a little confused.

I can tell by the ears.

He didn't burn his little paws on the cement.

Mommy actually sat outside with him for a bit without melting.

There were clouds. From the NORTH!

And then this strange WONDERFUL stuff started falling from the sky.

Wonderfully weird. 

She's Come Home!!

Finally. My little car is back home and whole. I was beginning to despair of ever having a car at my disposal again! She is beautiful!

Rudy's New Playground

Our new playground:

We have just settle on a price for this awesome playground for the three of us (and anyone who wants to come stay with us!) and are absolutely giddy. All prayers for an easy closing welcome!

Yes....that is a pecan orchard. The view is from the soon-to-be-ours back porch/deck/favorite place.

Til Death Do Us Part

Thirty seven years ago today at this time I was still asleep. No sinus junk to keep me awake. I had just finished my final exams the day before to end my junior year at Iowa State University. GO CLONES! I'm sure Cuddle Buns was still asleep as well. Rudy was just a twinkle in his daddy's eyes as were our two real children.

By the end of the day we were:

Mr. and Mrs. Mike Burke

And they lived happily ever after....

In bigger sizes with shorter hair....