So I've finished that last pair of socks, almost finished one of Joy's; I've got to try it on her before I finish it and they've been gone for 4 days, so I've started another pair.
I'm using the Quickset Socks pattern for the most part, but my eyes crossed when I tried to use her short-row toe and heel instructions, so I used the short-row toe that I know, and the gusseted heel from the Diagonal Sock pattern that I just finished last week. I really like that heel! My next project (yeah, I'm not done with FrankenSock yet, but I'm planning ahead...) is going to be the Triton Socks. I'm excited to try that heel pattern! (Note; you have to have a Ravelry account to view the above links)
In Other News
I had a really bad night last night. I got a call Friday from my next door neighbor, who is also the town dog catcher, that my daughters dog was in jail again. This is the third time he's been picked up and would I come get him please? My daughter and her beau had left for Idaho that morning. I don't like the dog. Let me clarify. I would love this dog if he were mine. Because, if he were mine he would have manners and wouldn't be so off the wall crazy. The last time I 'puppy' sat, I found an as yet unidentified headless rooster in my yard. I had told her I wouldn't do it again. But to save her some heartache, I went and picked him up. I can't let him be in the house at large over night, he tears things up, so I put him and my two bigger dogs in Jari's old room. Every morning he wakes up before I do and wants out so bad that he has torn the carpet up to about a foot back from the bedroom door.
Wait! It gets better!
I called Jari yesterday to see when they were going to be home, she told me not until today, because they were going to see a realtor. ...why? I innocently ask.... why, to buy a house of course! ...In Idaho? I ask.... her and her beau are planning on buying a home in Idaho, and moving there with my baby girl. My heart is almost broken, only 'almost' because it hasn't happened yet. There went my good mood.
DH is on night shift and I didn't want to stay here and pout by myself, so I went to town. I figured the dogs would be ok for a couple of hours...
When I got home my living room was trashed. I would have taken pictures if I hadn't been so distraught. Both lamps were on the floor, one past repair, the other the bulb broken out, my end table was on its side, my little working lamp was on the floor behind my chair, the yarn from Joy's sock was strewn around, literally, both mine and my husbands chairs. The antlers my husband has kept on a tall speaker across the room from his chair for years, were on the floor in front of his chair. As I was taking all this in I realize there is a dog barking in another room. The first thing I though was intruder! Someone was in my house. Then the smell hit me. Cat feces. I ran to the hallway and Eli met me half way, I kicked him out and went back to the hall and heard my 14 year old cat, Skinny, crying. She was lying at the end of the hallway, covered in slobber. She couldn't get up. I gently probed her for broken bones, then moved her to a towel. I think that if I'd had a gun in my hand that dog would be dead now....
As it is, he is back in town, his family is home and are looking for a new home for him, one where there will be someone that can take him out running and spend some time training him. He will be an excellent bird dog someday, if someone doesn't shoot him first.
Skinny is still with me, but not well. She's in the bathroom with water and food. She drank some water, but hasn't eaten any food yet, so I gave her some b complex. She didn't have any open wounds and there is no swelling in her abdomen, so I don't think there are any serious injuries, but she is so old. I really don't know if she'll recover.
Today has been a little better, in that nothing else dire happened in my life. I went to town earlier to take DH to the bus stop, and realized I had left the kerosene heater on. I half expected the house to be burning when I got back, its just been that kind of week...