I seem to have misplaced mine. I have three days each weekend and I still kinda lost one (or two). If you see it, would you please send it home? I miss it.
Dinner for the homeless, not the homeless dinner per Becky(she’s such a smartass;-P), went very well. I do it because it brings me out of my basic comfort zone. I am basically shy. I have to force myself to be friendly when I am thrown in new situations. It’s hard, but I work at it all the time. Friends and family would be stunned to hear this. I give the appearance of being quite sure of myself, but it’s all baloney. I’m a big fake. So, to get me out of my own little world, I volunteer and interact with other human beings who have lost their homes. The single women break my heart because I can see myself in that situation. They are ashamed and I can understand that, but work so hard to make them understand that I don’t believe it’s because they are bad or stupid. We are not in control of every aspect of our being. So, they finished my 13×9 pan of lasagna and proclaimed it good (bless their hearts) and took the little gift bags of Halloween candy to enjoy during the coming week. I left feeling like I had spent a wonderful evening with some lovely people. It is not always pleasant. Sometimes the anger is very strong and we (the hosts) are the closest thing so we get the brunt of that anger. I’ve been there for that and it’s very hard to deal with, so Saturday was great.
I have been knitting on my February Lady Sweater. She is pink and growing. No picture today because she looks about the same only a little bigger. I will share when she grows a tad more.
This dianthus is still blooming on my deck. We have not yet had a killing frost. Rain? Yup. Cool? Yup. Frost? Yup. Freeze? Nope. Still waiting. It could happen any time now.
Grover and I had a misunderstanding. The language barrier is hard to overcome. He got into a barking binge on Sunday afternoon. He was outside and barked continually. He’s normally the strong silent type, but he would not shut up. I told him to come inside and he continued to bark. I finally shushed him and told him to lie down. He did, but he wouldn’t take his eyes off me. I do not speak dog. I understand a basic conversational wag, but barking I don’t understand. It could be his accent is from a different part of the country. I don’t know. I do know that I finally had to comfort him and snuggle with him and sing (I’m pretty sure that was what did it) for him to calm down and relax. We’re ok now, but sheesh. It’s so frustrating.
Now. It’s Monday. So, you all need a song to sing in your heads all day long. Well, I have the perfect song for you. “The Seeker” from The Who.
Have a good one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!