Knitting has happened in the meantime

The Flock and Fiber Fest is coming in September, and I'm knitting hard and fast to clear some stash.  The scarf here is some handspun that I space-dyed and plied.  I don't keep records (yeah, I' should.  But there's only so much time in life, and I can create, or keep records.)  The yarn is awesome soft, and it made a wunnerful stole or scarf.  Used up every little bit.

Then I made some puppets.  There are more puppets to photograph. And hats. The road trips will be great for simple, don't-have-to-watch-it stuff.  I love kicking back with my feet up on the dashboard and my knitting in hand,  savoring the scenery and taking it all in.  Without the knitting, I wind up tearing off my fingernails and worrying the cuticles till they bleed.  MUST keep the fingers busy!

On the writing front, well, I deleted my entire new manuscript by accident.  The  Apple geniuses tried to recover it, but it's gone for good.  So I am going to re-write that sucker.  Wish me persistence.   With a project like this ahead of me, I suddenly get all motivated to do housework.

There's a lot of housework to do.  Our cats have fleas.  We tried a kinder, gentler medicine, which didn't work, but we still have to wait another two weeks before we use the Advantix or we could make the cats sick.  So they are plucking fur and shedding flea dirt and I can't keep up with it.  Oh, and the cheap medicine had a sesame oil base, which made them all too loose and spot cleaning is ok, but I really ought to sanitize the entire floor.

We are planning a trip in the motor home to the north coast of Oregon this weekend.  Betcha I can get some pictures of rain for you.  We will be camping near where Lewis and Clark camped for a winter.  The rain nearly drove them mad.  At any time of the year, you can count on the Oregon coast being 40 degrees and rainy.  Thank GOD we do not have to set up a tent and try to do all our cooking over a campfire.  In my younger days, I used to say that I wouldn't have sex outdoors because it might lead to camping.  I am not a happy camper.

With the RV, we have our own flush toilet, hot running water, a real bed, central heating, and four walls and a roof that doesn't have to be assembled.  We even have a microwave.  This time I am going to bring a corkscrew so we can get into the wine.