Last night I actually got cleaned up into a proper dress and jewelry to attend a funeral visitation. When we got home I changed out of my dress to comfy clothes, but kept my turquoise cross and earring set on. At bedtime I reached up to remove my right earring before changing to jammies….and there was none!
Now, I love that turquoise set. It is a squash blossom cross on a turquoise necklace, and the earrings are simple dangles that match the necklace beads. DH gave it to me to commemorate my installation as Grand Organist of Louisiana Order of the Eastern Star last year.
As you can imagine, a frantic search began. Perhaps the earring pulled out of my ear when I took the dress off over my head. I searched my closet thoroughly – no earring. DH thought the shoulder belt of my seat belt might have pulled it off, and checked the car and garage – no earring. I went to bed sad that I had apparently lost the earring, but with the outside chance that someone would have turned it in at the funeral home. Plans were made to arrive early for the funeral the next morning to be able to ask after the missing earring.
All was routine this morning: coffee and computer, a bite of breakfast, then Minky’s morning medications at 8:30. The cats have their own ritual surrounding the dose. It began when Minky was put on prednisone, as it is very unpleasant on an empty stomach. Minky had to have treats, and if there was to be peace, so did the rest of the cats.
After the last cat had gotten the treats, I looked down and there was Archie, spread out on the floor and looking up at me.
Between his paws he had the turquoise earring! I’ll always know which one he found for me, as it now has tooth pock-marks. I’ll treasure those, too, because they will always remind me of the time Archie brought me a present – my earring.
Neither skein had any knots. The color printing was predictable and accurate across the skeins. I was able to start each cuff at the same place in the color repeat, and then have identical heels and gussets. There was no pooling at all. The only variation occurred as I tapered the second toe, but by then, who cares? The socks are soft and comfy, and knitting them as my “purse knitting” was a mindless pleasure.
What, you didn’t think I could manage a finished object photo shoot without Meezer assistance, did you? Minky managed to come supervise this picture. As I look at her picture, I’m struck by how much the prolonged use of high-dose steroids to manage her asthma has lightened her back legs and tail. However, her medicines have kept her out of distress and happy. Minky is my companion cat, and she will always be my beauty!
DH agreed that he would be honored, too, and so when you look up the 
Do you see a trend here? I think I needn’t ask him about color again…he seems happy with maroon.
Here then, is photo evidence of “two white-footed gentlemen” enjoying a good read.
They grow from tiny acorns, smaller than a popped popcorn kernel. This is evidently a banner year for acorns, as the edge of the sidewalk was completely filled with them.
DH and I were even being pelted by falling acorns as I took these pictures.
Those leaves are as big as grape leaves! I wonder if you could use them in Greek cooking? I know, from Iron Chef, that the Japanese have made a thickening powder (like corn starch or tapioca) from Kudzu.
Beyond the hedge the entire hill is kudzu! That’s the Mississippi river and Vidalia, LA on the far bank. The pictures of the river in the last post were taken near that red-roofed building.
The building in the upper right is a motel overlooking the river. (A yield sign for the kudzu? Is that like “Prepare to meet your doom!” ? )
Most of the green you see beyond the bridge is that retaining wall with its net of kudzu.
