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todayiamadaisy) wrote2004-05-08 12:35 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2004-05-08 12:35 pm
They’re at the cutting edge of rhododendron hybrids.
That rhododendron sentence is easily the most bizarre thing I’ve heard recently. That’s what I get for watching a gardening program, I suppose.
Sometimes it’s nearly possible to forget that I live in a rural area. Not that I want to forget – I much prefer it, really – but it’s called a city, and it’s not like there’s sheep wandering up the main street or anything like that. And then I sit down to catch up on several days of the local paper and read about crimes like this...
Cattle duffing.
Or “rustling” as it’s known elsewhere. Either way, someone’s stolen $165,000 worth of cattle from the saleyards.
It’s not that I don’t think it’s a serious crime. It is, honestly. But I’m saddened that the policeman interviewed didn’t take the opportunity to talk about “varmints”. That’s all.
I’m going to buy some wool on Monday. The cross-stitch Renaissance initials for the twins’ baptism are at the framer, and that was the final baby-related craft. So I’m all ready to knit myself a brand spanking new scarf. I’m going to be a Ravenclaw! In the meantime, I’ve been using up some old wool to knit a pair of socks, but that hasn’t gone as planned. I’ve knitted one sock, and it looks beautiful (as socks go), and the foot part fits fine. The leg part, though, could only be worn by a stick insect. I can put it on, but at the risk of cutting off my circulation. I won’t be knitting the other sock, then. I’ll make a loop and use this one as some sort of Christmas decoration.
Sometimes it’s nearly possible to forget that I live in a rural area. Not that I want to forget – I much prefer it, really – but it’s called a city, and it’s not like there’s sheep wandering up the main street or anything like that. And then I sit down to catch up on several days of the local paper and read about crimes like this...
Cattle duffing.
Or “rustling” as it’s known elsewhere. Either way, someone’s stolen $165,000 worth of cattle from the saleyards.
It’s not that I don’t think it’s a serious crime. It is, honestly. But I’m saddened that the policeman interviewed didn’t take the opportunity to talk about “varmints”. That’s all.
I’m going to buy some wool on Monday. The cross-stitch Renaissance initials for the twins’ baptism are at the framer, and that was the final baby-related craft. So I’m all ready to knit myself a brand spanking new scarf. I’m going to be a Ravenclaw! In the meantime, I’ve been using up some old wool to knit a pair of socks, but that hasn’t gone as planned. I’ve knitted one sock, and it looks beautiful (as socks go), and the foot part fits fine. The leg part, though, could only be worn by a stick insect. I can put it on, but at the risk of cutting off my circulation. I won’t be knitting the other sock, then. I’ll make a loop and use this one as some sort of Christmas decoration.