BAD blogger!

I don't know if it's my laptop or our internet connection or Blogger itself, but it has been like pulling teeth out of a cranky crocodile to get this blog posted. I failed utterly yesterday. So, maybe today, when the sun is shining and I could be outside playing if I were so inclined, I should just blog while I can. Anyhow, there's a limit to how much UV radiation my mushroom-pale skin can take, and I already spent half an hour scraping the moss off my car. Yes, moss. Mostly, it's green, algae deposits on the north side where ever the moisture collects, but along the edges of the windows, real colonies of moss get started every winter. So on a dry day in early spring, I go out and make them feel unwelcome. Simple Green and elbow grease seems to do the trick.

On Friday night we went to a newly opened chain restaurant called Claim Jumper's and met friends for dinner. It was VERY NOISY but other than that, not bad. We all ordered and in due time the waitress arrived with three dinners balanced on her trembling hands (the platters are huge and the portions monumental) so I figured she simply couldn't carry everything at once and would soon be back with mine. "Eat, eat! " I said, and everyone pitched in. Minutes passed and so did our waitress, but never did she have anything for me. Finally, when everyone else was half finished with their meal, she paused in her frantic flitting like a hummingbird at our particular fuschia and asked, "Is there anything else I can get you?" "How about my meal?" I suggested. She looked at me, looked at the empty space between my silverware, frowned, pulled out her order book, flipped through it, looked at our table noting the three other meals, and her little face crumpled. "Oh no!" she said, and fled incontinently to the kitchen. minutes later, she returned with my sea bass, which had not improved with sitting for fifteen minutes under the heat lamps. We got that dinner for free.

So on Sunday afternoon, we joined another group of friends (we were 14 in all) for lunch at Claim Jumper's. Another woman and I ordered salads. In due time, three waitresses and a busboy arrived bearing 12 lunches. The other salad eater and I sat and waited. A waiter came by with water and jokingly asked, "Aren't you eating today?" I told him, "I'm waiting for may salad, as is that other lady." "Oh, I'll go see about that." Two more times, servers came by, asked why we were'nt eating, and rushed off to find the missing salads. By this time, DH had finished his cheesburger and was graciously sharing his fries with me. Then suddenly, he knocked my hand away and beckoned a busboy over. "I know it's not very big and it won't eat much, but I think your manager should see this." He pointed, and there, marching across a french fry, was an ant. Probably a hitch-hiker on the parsley. What ant could survive the deep fat fryer? But still . . .
The manager appeared like magic and apologized all over. Then he turned to me and asked, "Was your meal all right?" "I don't know." I replied. "I'm still waiting for it. As is that other lady." Dismay blew across his features like a North Pacific squall. Our salads arrived in about the ammount of time it would have taken the manager to put them together himself, the three of us with unhappy experiences got our meals for free, and everyone got chocolate cake as a gesture of apology to the group. I don't know if I want to go back. The food is pretty tasty, but fairly expensive. If they are going to continue to forget me, the free meals are nice, but the frustration of waiting for them just might not be worth it.

Monday, I made another assault on Mt. Laundry. Friends J and C refer to their piles of clean, un-ironed, unfolded clothing as "A laundry feature." The dining room table comes with a laundry feature. It sounds less perjorative, don't you think?

Here is my pet ball of silk yarn, sent to stay with me by Lyssa. Thank you, Lyssa. I am waiting to know what this yarn wants to be when it grow up. Meanwhile, have FUN in Japan!

And here is a ball of the Lorna's Laces sent to me for a birthday "pressie" by Janette in Oz. Thank you, Janette! Two balls of this yarn are going to make awesome socks!

The colorway is "Purple Iris." Now I have something small and simple to carry around with me! KSIP!!! (K2, p2 rib I can do in the dark. I can do while reading. I can do while traffic idles along at two miles an hour because I don't have to look at the knitting and the only control the car needs is the occasional tap on the brake.)