Friday, July 27, 2007
Still in work mode, I mistakenly dial "9" to get an outside line . . . and "1" before the area code . . . and I proceed to dial 911.
They answer immediately . . .
Nine-one-one, What is the Nature of Your Emergency?
What?!?!?!?! Oh My God - 911????? I didn't dial 911!!!!!
Yes, Ma'am, you did. What is the Nature of Your Emergency?
NO! No Emergency!! I'm SO SORRY!!!! No!!! No Emergency!!!! (No Emergency at all except that I'm an idiot) Oh my God - I'm so Sorry!!!
OK, Ma'am (geez - she's calling me "Ma'am." I feel ancient.) Are you at . . . ? (OMG they know where I live).
Yes, yes, I am - I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.
What's your name, Ma'am? (Ma'am! Again!)
I give her my name - and apologize at least six or seven more times . . .
Within minutes there is a very loud knock at my front door (because my stupid doorbell is, once again, broken), and I think, who could that be? Let me preface the following by telling you that not too much ever happens in the sleepy little village where I live . . .
I'm almost to the door and I can see the police cruiser on the street through the fan glass in the top of my front door (OMG, they sent the police . . .). As I get closer, I see, on my front porch, one very large police officer - he had to be 6' 3" - with a shaved head, black aviator sunglasses, and all the other stuff that goes with being a police officer - you know, Kevlar vest, nightstick, cuffs, gun . . . (OMG, this is terrible - the police are here) I open the door, and the litany of I'M SO SORRY (henceforth: ISS) picks up where it left off.
. . . OMG, ISS, I can't believe they sent you - ISS, I told them it was a mistake - ISS, no, there is No Emergency . . . ISS . . . he said they have to come anyway . . . ISS segues to I'M SO EMBARRASSED . . . and ANOTHER cruiser pulls up . . . OMG, ISS, ISE . . . and he says, yeah, four cars are on the way. . . my hair proceeds to stand on end while my heart starts pounding in my chest (OMG - I'm going to have a real emergency here).
I'm dying. By this time, he's laughing. I manage to calm myself down.
I'm really going to hear about this from all my neighbors (No, no it was nothing - I just dialed 911 by mistake - Yes, just wasting our tax dollars - Why yes, yes I am an idiot - What was your first clue?) . . . I walk down the driveway and out to the street and apologize to the second officer as well, and I beg them not to put it in the police blotter (which is published each week in the local paper). They laugh . . .
I manage to gather some modicum of dignity and walk quickly back up my driveway and into the house. The pasta water is boiling like mad by now, so I put the pasta in and it IMMEDIATELY boils over, dousing the gas - which I quickly turn off - leaving an icky mess for me to clean up.
All because I was trying to call about Jury Duty.
Let this be a lesson in reading comprehension: had I read my jury service summons properly, I would have realized that it is not a Standby Summons (which is the kind I got last time - the kind where you can call and see if you really have to show up), it's a FOR REAL Summons, the kind that demands you appear, no excuses, no standby, no nothing. Show. Up. Which means: THERE WAS NO REASON FOR ME TO BE CALLING IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!! :-S
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Here are my three skeins together. The first is 2-ply and has been washed (that's the Ick-a-Roo skein). The second has not been washed. It is 2-ply that I ran through the wheel again to get more ply twist. The third has also not been washed yet. It's 3-ply.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Second - here is the first skein, drying
Ick-a-Roo! Don't you agree? At least it was pretty well-balanced. It just didn't loft at all when I washed it, and I thought it would. I think I might have spun the singles a little too thin for this type of yarn - but this is part of the learning. I mean, how else are you going to know how different yarns respond until you actually spin them? I followed what I read, in that I spun it all at once and now am plying it all at once. That's good advice - for experienced spinners. I think, had I known then how the first would turn out, I would have spun a smaller amount, plied it, set the twist and then regrouped. You know, they did that with my eyes - I had Lasik surgery a number of years ago when the procedure was relatively new (best money I ever spent, in case you're wondering). They did one eye first, and based the the second eye on how the first responded to the surgery.
Wish I would have thought of that before spinning the entire 1 - 3/4 pounds of Lincoln as thin as I could reasonably get it . . . like I said, I think the singles might have needed to be not quite so weeny - but again, I don't really know, so I'm taking this with me this weekend to the Fiber and Folk Fair. There will be a million spinners there - I'm sure someone will take pity on me and teach me what I might have done wrong and what I can do better the next time. :-)
The next will be better, and it won't be dark brown. I'm supremely tired of dark brown.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
It's been missing for months - actually, let's say that I noticed it was gone a number of months ago. That tells you how much I actually use it - but use it I do, and I really like the portable speakers that I have for it. I started looking for it at the beginning of May.
Every bag (purse, travel, makeup, you name it), every drawer, every crevice in the car. No Nano.
Last night I dreamed that I found it in the pocket of a Black Watch tartan poncho (No, I don't have a Black Watch tartan poncho - I don't even own a poncho - you know how dreams are.). When I woke up, I thought, "how weird." But when I actually got up, I thought it might be worth a shot to check all the coats in the front hall closet - after all, that's the one place I hadn't looked.
First coat - my black and blue outer shell jacket - the one with eight million pockets. Jackpot. Has to have been there since early April - that's the last time it was cold enough to wear a fleecy with that shell.
EUREKA!!!!!! I have found it!!!!!!!!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
This adorable pattern is the BEST thing for leftover sock yarn!! It came from the 2007 Knitting Calendar Pattern-Day, a calendar in a box that I picked up when calendars went to half price in January :-D It was worth it for these cute socks - I am ready for any baby shower, now! Even MORE perfect, no worries about pink for girls, blue for boys - these are totally unisex.