The tulips bloomed. See? Didn't I tell you that they're a gorgeous color?
Last night at knitting I got to 19" of sweater sleeve and started the decreases for the sleeve cap. That'll go fast, and then I can rip back the fronts and add that extra inch while the sleeves are blocking and drying. After that I'll seam it all up, pick up stitches around the neck opening, knit the collar, and presto! a sweater. In slightly less than 5 years. Sheesh, that's pathetic, isn't it? I will admit that project monogamy really makes it seem to go together much faster. Odd. Who'd a thunk it? *head, slap*
I didn't write last night, I wasn't in the mood. As Durwood was getting the porcupine meatballs simmering in the sauce for supper last night the stove quit. He called out that he blew a fuse so I went down to check the breaker box. All looked right so he finished the supper in the microwave. This morning it occurred to me that the stove is on a separate breaker for a reason, I should pull it and take it to the hardware store to see if one of the fuse things or whatever is burnt out and it can be fixed without needing a service call on Monday. Don't worry, we've got chicken to cook on the grill so we won't starve. I think I'll go do that right now.
--Barbara
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