Hail, hail, thunderstorm in spring.

In the fifteen minute drive from the college to home, I passed through sunshine, torrential rain, more sunshine with the road steaming like a swamp in a horror movie, and then, after I got home, there was lightning, thunder, and pea-sized hail. Boy, if you don't like the weather around here, just wait a bit.
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And, since I'm feeling all unfocused and can't decide where to start with the rest of my life (Finishing a novel always leaves me feeling un-tied) I did wahat any right-thinking Pisces would do and re-organized my earrings. I pin them up on a linen dishtowel so I can enjoy my nice linens and so I can see what earrings I actually have. Most of these are estate-sale treasures. I like big, chunky barbaric jewelry, and that's so out of style right now. You can't even buy friendly plastic and make your own anymore. Sigh. so I scavenge the leavings of other ladies and wear them with joy and gratitude.
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On the knitting front, I finished the hood of the bright orange hoody. Now, only sleeves and pocket to go. I don't have a handy 6-year old or even a teddy bear so I'm not sure how I will photograph this, but I'll come up with something somehow. (Cats are too small. The neighbor's free-range labs arre about the right size, but getting them dressed? No, I don't feel like wrasslin' a 120 lb dog for a photo op. What to do, what to do?)