These are awesome. It used to be the only kind of glow-in-the-dark yarn you could buy was cheap acrylic. Now it is going to be possible to buy a 100% wool version. I just need to convince my friends with an acreage that they would really like some of these sprinkled over their property.
My cousin Kath and I have a Big Trip planned for this coming September. Our first stop will be in the Cotswolds, where we plan to spend a couple days recovering from jet lag. Then we are heading to Wales, where we will be doing a six day walk along the coastal path in Pembrokeshire. We will finish the trip in Shetland. I was very disappointed when I read yesterday that Prince William is leaving the RAF this summer. If I fall off a cliff in Wales I had been hoping he would be the one to come to my rescue.
We had a lovely visit with Rebekah last week. On Friday the two of us drove out to visit my friends, and, hopefully, future glow-in-the-dark sheep owners in Sorrento (BC, not Italy). Rebekah, Cindy and I drove out to nearby Herald Park and walked up to Margaret Falls.
Yesterday while the realtor was showing the house I drove over to the neighbourhood park. While I was sitting in my car, knitting and listening to a podcast, a lady drove up and parked next to me. She opened the back of her vehicle and let her two spaniels out to play. One of them ran about 50 meters away from the lady and she totally lost it with the dog. She stood there screaming at it to come back, then ran at it, still screaming and waving her arms. The dog was just running back and forth. It wasn't in danger. It wasn't even that far away from her.
What happened next took my breath away. She grabbed the dog and shook it. Hard. Repeatedly. Then she jammed the dog down onto the ground with its face shoved into the grass and held it there for at least five minutes. I kept thinking that any minute she would let it up, but no, she continued to discipline it. When she finally did let it up she took it back to the car and locked the poor thing in, then went and played with her other dog. Oh, and that car? It had an ad painted on the back window with the name and phone number for her dog grooming business.
Speaking of dogs, Fergus and Jenny went missing this morning. I suddenly realized they weren't anywhere to be seen. This gave me the same feeling I used to have when my children were young and it suddenly got quiet. In this case, it turns out they weren't up to any mischief. They had found a patch of sunshine in one of the upstairs bedrooms, and were soaking up some rays.
The tree next to The Art We Are has been hit by yarn bombers.
When I ordered my usual green tea this morning I was handed a lion. When my tea arrived the lion was taken away. Strange.